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Grape juice taste test results

grape juice

I tasted the grape juice on Thanksgiving (and coerced some others into sampling it with me), serving it in the very same glasses Grandmother used to use.

As I unsealed the mason jars, I had my doubts there would be any taste to these juices at all, especially the white grape juice. As you can see, it had none of the color found in store-bought white grape juice.

Lo and behold, it turned out the “blush” grape juice was the variety with next to no flavor — the blush variety comes from the Suffolk table grape — really, it tasted more like sugar water. The white grape juice, on the other hand, had a nice full flavor, recognizable as grape juice. We’re not sure what the grape is, but someone in the tasting room suggested Muscatel.

Holiday recipe for Lebkuchen

Emma Hoppensack PattersonMy German American grandmother outlived the rest of my grandparents by twenty years. Emma Hoppensack Patterson was born in 1891 and died in 1987. In her entire 96 years she never learned to drive and hence, spent most days at home, refining to perfection the duties of a home-maker–cooking, cleaning, sewing and laundry.

I still remember when Dad read out my grandmother’s Last Will and Testament, the whole family gathered in her oddly vacant living room. Items in her Will revealed her earthly cares. To me, she bequeathed her sewing machine and sewing basket. To my sister-in-law, she bequeathed her recipes.

In the past few years as I’ve researched family history, I started wondering about those recipes. Grandmother used to can grape juice out of concord grapes, a taste store-bought grape juice is never able to replicate. Could that recipe be in her files? Are any of the recipes handed down from her German immigrant grandparents?

Recently, my sister-in-law and brother were kind enough to send me copies from the recipe box, recipes for cakes, sauces, pickles, blackberry and cherry wine. To add to my delight, several of the recipes are noted as being from Lucy Hoppensack and Grandmother Harm, from Emma’s mother and her mother’s mother.

LebkuchenThis September, my German relatives Angela and Carlotta visited Seattle and brought me an early Christmas gift — Lebkuchen cookies. “We make it a rule not to eat these until Christmas,” Angela said. “But they’re selling them already in the stores.” I opened the package and bit into one, the taste redolent of cinnamon and cloves. It only took a moment to remember where I’d eaten these before: my grandmother baked these cookies every Christmas.

Leafing through her carefully hand-scripted recipes, I found them.

Lebkuchen
1 c. molasses
3/4 cup sugar
1/2 cup melted shortening
1 c. warm water
4-1/2 cups flour
1 tsp soda
1 tsp baking powder
1 tsp cloves
1 tsp cinnamon
salt

Frost with 1/2 cup confectioner’s sugar and 3 Tbsp. water

The card doesn’t provide further instruction. No doubt she chilled the dough several hours or overnight, rolled it out, cut the cookies into circles, then baked them about 12 minutes at 350 degrees. I remember watching her frost them when they had just come out of the oven. Yum.

Come Christmas, I’m definitely giving it a try.

Progress

When friends and I get to talking about history, we’ve been known to land on how much things have changed.

“Isn’t it amazing,” one of us will reflect, “how far we’ve come?”

The other will proceed to recount his or her latest realization — how we once called native peoples “savages,” or how slavery was an acceptable practice for way too long.

More than once, I’ve been known to add: “No doubt one day we’ll look back on something we’re doing today and think — Oh my God! How could we not have seen how wrong that was?”

washington allston elijah in the desert 1818I had an oh-my-God moment the other day when I picked up the August 2013 issue of The Sun magazine and started reading the feature interview: “Keep Off The Grasslands: Mark Dowie On Conservation Refugees.” Dowie’s comments smacked me in the forehead with how regressive my “Left-thinking” has been on the issue of the wilderness. I’ve been a huge fan of national parks and protected wilderness, a backpacker who is strict about the principles of “leave no trace.” I’ve never questioned the notion that wilderness must be defined as a place without people. In the article, interviewer Joel Whitney asks Dowie where that notion came from.

Dowie replies: “It was brought here from Europe by people like [John] Muir, who romanticized wilderness even where it didn’t exist. It was reinforced by artists: painters like Albert Bierstadt and photographers like Ansel Adams. Adams would spend hours with a camera trained on a particular scene that he wanted to shoot, waiting for it to be clear of native people before he clicked the shutter.”

Once the first National Park was established (Yellowstone in 1872), 108,000 parks and protected wilderness areas have been created worldwide, “covering an area equal to the total landmass of Africa.” This is a good thing, right? It would be, if it didn’t mean 20 million indigenous people have lost their lands and livelihoods as a result of protecting this wilderness. The stewards of these lands have been literally kicked off. Worse, conservation groups and big corporations are now colluding in deals that allow natural resources to be extracted from these areas. Oh my God.

That the wilderness and human civilization are separate, I realize now, is a crazy way of thinking. It leads us to behave as if we have nothing to “protect” in our civilized yards, only something to protect afar. It leads us to imagine that the wilderness takes care of itself, when in fact, places like pristine Yosemite were ecologically managed by the Ahwahnechee people, the Serengeti by the Maasai. There’s an incredible essay about this romantic definition — that wilderness happens to be a place where people are not — written by William Cronon: “The Trouble With Wilderness; or, Getting Back to the Wrong Nature.” I highly recommend it.

The Last of the Blacksmiths

I am pleased and excited to announce that my historical fiction novel The Last of the Blacksmiths will be published by Coffeetown Press February 15, 2014.

The Last of the Blacksmiths is historical fiction about a 19th century blacksmith who comes to America from the Bavarian Rhineland inspired by Cooper’s The Last of the Mohicans, dreaming of flourishing wilderness, freedom and prosperity, only to meet with indentured servitude, anti-immigrant bigotry, and civil war, and to devote his life to a livelihood that, ultimately, will vanish.

Praise for The Last of the Blacksmiths
“… the writing quality was superb, the historical and geographic detail utterly convincing, the characters well-drawn, and the dialogue persuasive … Claire Gebben has extraordinary promise. Her prose is quite brilliant; I fully lived within her world.”
– William Dietrich, Pulitzer-Prize winning author

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Writing this 19th century German immigrant’s tale has been quite a journey. (For more background, see The Next Big Thing interview.)

And that journey continues. In light of this new title (the working title was “Harm’s Way”–former heading of this blog) and in preparation for a February book launch, this web site will be under construction for a few weeks. It might look different each time you visit, but eventually, the dust will settle on a shiny new look.

Meanwhile, happy summer, and thanks to all my friends and family who have lifted me up and helped me get to this milestone!

The first of May

AvalancheOnce a pagan festival honoring fertility and spring, the Festival of the Maypole is still celebrated today in many regions of Germany. It’s said the custom of the maypole began around the tenth century, a tidbit I found here.

I think it might date earlier, however, to Roman times. Romans used to celebrate a feast called Floralia from April 28 to May 2 (according to Holiday Spot), so it could be an amalgamation of early European tribal customs and the Roman feast. In some parts of Germany, there was once the tradition where a bachelor would leave a “secret admirer” gift at the door of his beloved on the first of May.

So when I opened yesterday’s newspaper and read how  police were hunkering down for the possible violence of another Seattle May Day, I suffered cognitive dissonance. The mental image of the Festival of the Maypole, gaily dressed boys and girls dancing around a maypole hung with ribbons and flowers, did not compute.

The distress signal “Mayday! Mayday!” was a much better fit. Which got me wondering: if the traditional first of May was a sunny rite of spring, how on earth did “Mayday” become a standard signal of distress?

I found my answer at the usual source: WikipediaAs it turns out, “Mayday” derives from the French “m’aidez.” That makes much more sense. “M’Aidez!” means “Help me!”

Carriages, collectibles, chocolate

Last weekend I had the good fortune to get away to Cannon Beach with my friend Deb. Driving down Hwy 101, we stopped in Raymond, Washington for a visit to the Northwest Carriage Museum.

Jerry Bowman talks about the Studebaker StanhopeJerry Bowman, Curator, showed us around. Here he’s noting the features of the Studebaker Stanhope, popular around 1895. The interpretive sign explains: “The Stanhope, or ‘Izzer’ as it was commonly called, became a 19th century favorite. The name ‘Izzer’ was a clever adaptation of a rural colloquialism, ‘izzer’ meaning something that is modern and up-to-date, as opposed to ‘wuzzer’ meaning something that was old fashioned or of the past. ‘Yes sir, I want an Izzer and not a Wuzzer!'”

The Northwest Carriage Museum has samples of European and American coaches and buggies (including examples from famous companies such as Landau and Brewster), wagons, sleighs, and even an elaborately carved hearse. So many features of these vehicles, from the dashboards to the glove compartments to the glistening paint jobs, prove carriages established early nomenclature for the present-day automobile.

As Deb and I went on our way, the serendipitous weekend continued. In Cannon Beach, I found some old German books in Jupiter’s Rare & Used Books. On the drive home, passing through South Bend, Washington, we happened upon Jayden’s German Store, stocked with many varieties of delicious German candies and mouth-watering chocolates.

1848: It’s complicated

I just finished reading The Tiger’s Wife by Tea Obreht, wherein I was reminded that European history is … complicated.

Case in point, the 1848 uprisings in Europe. Or should I say, revolutions? Rappaport calls it 1848: Year of Revolution in his 416-page (not counting index and footnotes) book on the subject.

Several times now, after I’ve read excerpts of my novel to one audience or another, someone invariably comes up afterwards and says: “I had no idea there was a revolution for democracy back then.”

Back then? Right, mid-19th century Europe, the time in the U.S. of Emerson and Thoreau, of Alcott and Margaret Fuller, the transcendalist movement and antebellum period of President Zachary Taylor. Back in 1848, Germany was not even a country. That didn’t happen until 1871. Back then, the German-speaking regions of Europe were comprised of around 60 feudal states left over from the Holy Roman Empire, each with its own king, prince or duke.

The revolutions for a 1848 1849 rebellionconstitutional government, the right to assemble, freedom of the press, the right to vote, etc. spread not only in those duchies, but all across Europe. I’ve read many different accounts of that time, but a book I encountered recently: The Illustrated History of the 19th Century, puts it most succinctly:

1840-1849: INSURRECTION AND REVOLUTION

Revolution characterizes the 1840s. … Nationalism and liberalism … simmer until, in 1848, they finally erupt in simultaneous revolutions throughout Europe. Famine and hardship too are key causes, often generated by the harsh social effects of industrialization. … [Revolts against King Ferdinand II in Sicily and Louis-Philippe in France] spur on a revolt in Austria leading to the resignation of Prince Metternich (1773-1859), the conservative and repressive chancellor of state. Further revolts erupt in Venice, Prussia, Poland, Milan, Hungary, and Parma against Austrian rule, as a revolutionary mood spreads throughout Europe. Pope Pius IX is forced to grant a constitution to the Papal States, but eventually has to flee to Rome. … The ending of the liberal movement in the German states sends a wave of immigrants to Wisconsin.

And Ohio, Illinois, and other U.S. States, I might add. These “liberal” scholars, lawyers and intellectuals came to the U.S. just in time for the anti-abolition fervor that would give rise to the Republican Party. 1848 revolutionary Carl Schurz was a key friend of Abraham Lincoln. So the year of revolution may have occurred across the Atlantic, but its after effects helped transform our country.

Writing family history

Is there a story in your family you’ve always wanted to record, for posterity? A family member who is getting older, who you’ve always wanted to interview? Or are there cherished stories from your own experiences growing up that you’d like to share with the generations that follow? Sometimes it’s a bit overwhelming to know where to begin, but I encourage you to give it a try, both for your sake, and for those who come after you.

Plenty of resources for writing family history can be found on the web. Below are just a few:

Cyndi’s List 127 links to writing your family’s history – http://www.cyndislist.com/writing/

10 Steps To Writing Your Family History – http://genealogy.about.com/od/writing_family_history/a/write.htm

Ancestors: Writing Your History – http://www.byub.org/ancestors/records/familyhistory/intro2.html

Family History Lesson (from LDS genealogy site): Conduct Family History Interviews – http://www.familysearch.org/eng/default.asp?page=home/welcome/site_resources.asp%3FwhichResourcePage=fhlessonseries

Family History Lesson (from LDS genealogy site): Write a Personal History – http://www.familysearch.org/eng/default.asp?page=home/welcome/site_resources.asp%3FwhichResourcePage=fhlessonseries

Have fun!

This book is calling to me

In Boston at AWP, I had thoroughly browsed three cavernous rooms of book fair tables and it was time to go home. Hauling my luggage behind me, I was exiting Exhibition Hall A when I paused one last time at the Anansi table and glanced down.

Jeremiah, O H I O by Adam Sol.

I picked the book up, a thin volume with a repeated motif of red cardinal birds and a photo of a 1970’s car in a field, a backseat passenger, no driver.

“This book is calling to me,” I said to the person staffing the table.

“It’s a gem,” she said. “$5 and it’s yours.”

It would fit in my luggage. I couldn’t resist.

Back home, I cracked it while riding the bus into town, was at page 60 within an hour. Jeremiah, OHIO is the kind of book you finish, then flip back to the beginning and start reading again immediately.

These are the words of Jeremiah, the son of Hank,
        of the failed farmers and short-order cooks
        who tilled and tore the soil of Southern Ohio
                in the days that became years that became confusion.

Tell me off for $1.00A distilled, poetic version of Empire Wilderness, with sharp dollops of wit and grief, a quixotic journey through Ohio and Pennsylvania to New York. In the book, the prophet Jeremiah reminded me of a guy we saw in Times Square once, holding a “Tell me off for $1.00” sign.

How so few words can say so much.

“The Next Big Thing” interview

Mary Biddinger, author of Prairie Fever, St. Monica, and O Holy Insurgency, has started a self-interview series called The Next Big Thing. I’ve been tagged to participate by the awesome memoirist and writing teacher Janet Buttenwieser, author of Guts.

Michael Harm, circa 1862What is the working title of your book?
The Last of the Blacksmiths.

Where did the idea come from for the book?
Originally, I wanted to write a book based on several dozen letters in my family dating back to 1840, written by German immigrant blacksmiths and wagon-makers in Cleveland. The letter writers lived at a time when the city population was approximately one-third German. Since I had unique primary source material, I pondered making the book non-fiction. But every time I researched a clue in the letters, it led me to new layers of history – the “mean-spirited” monarchies of Europe, the recurrent bank failures in the U.S., the short-lived era of travel by canal, the apprenticeship system that had faded to non-existence by the twentieth century. I came to understand that my great-great-grandfather lived at a key point in the nineteenth century, when Cleveland was on the cutting edge of worldwide trade, westward expansion, the advent of modern technology, and the discovery of oil.

What genre does your book fall under?
In the end, I chose to write historical fiction, in order to create characters and scenes and dialogue, to flesh out history into three-dimensions. Even so, The Last of the Blacksmiths is based on a true story and real events.

What actors would you choose to play the parts of the characters in your book?
The German men would all have to be bearded and wear suspenders, like the Amish guys in the movie “Witness.” They would need to be broad-shouldered, too, what with all the blacksmith hammering.
CAST:
James Marsden — protagonist Michael Harm.
Ron Perlman — Singely, Michael’s fellow blacksmith apprentice. Or possibly Sean Astin, since Singely has no neck.
Bernard Hill — Johann Rapparlie, Michael’s master and antagonist.
Bradley Cooper — Charles Rauch, Michael’s rival in carriage-making and in love.
Jodie Foster – as a young actress, Jodie would have made an excellent Elizabeth Crolly, with her piercing eyes and strong set to her jaw. Hilary Swank would be a good choice, too.

What is a one-sentence synopsis of your book?
In 1857, Michael Harm leaves behind his family farm in the German Palatinate dreaming of wilderness, prosperity and freedom, to apprentice as a blacksmith in Cleveland, Ohio, wholly unprepared for what he finds—-strong prohibitionist and anti-immigrant sentiment, civil war, and an accelerating machine age that will wipe out his livelihood forever.

How long did it take you to write the first draft of the manuscript?
About 18 months. I spent over a year in research alone. I had much to learn about history, like blacksmithing for instance. I took a four-day beginning blacksmithing workshop, which gave me a profound respect for this ancient artisan craft (and I forged a fireplace poker, besides). I wrote the first 150 pages or so in the first year, then had the opportunity to spend a month in Germany. My “research trip” (which involved much wine-tasting) was graciously hosted by my German relatives. They escorted me to museums and castles and on bicycle tours to Roman ruins, and also translated for me during meetings with German historians. It was awesome, and a humbling experience. When I returned, with so many new insights, I realized that despite my best efforts I’d been incredibly naive. So I tossed everything out and started over on page one, cranking out a full first draft in five months.

What inspired you to write the book?
With the discovery of the letters, previous assumptions about Cleveland (where I grew up), about my family’s past, about my understanding of the nineteenth century, all took on new meaning. To hear in the letters from the people who actually lived it was inspiring. I felt compelled to tell their stories. We live now in such a technological, material age. How did we get here? Much of it began back in the nineteenth century, a pre-petroleum era we know so little about.

What else about the book might pique the reader’s interest?
My protagonist, Michael Harm, witnessed some amazing moments in history: When he was only seven, his rural village in the Palatinate was occupied by Prussian troops who had come to crush a democratic rebellion against the feudal monarchies. At age 15, Michael arrived in New York City as a major riot broke out between the Irish and the police in the Five Points Slum. Almost as soon as he reached Cleveland, a financial crisis sank the country into a deep depression. He saw the new Republican Party and Abraham Lincoln rise to power, the onset of the Civil War with its tragic loss of life. Then came Cleveland’s “Gilded Age.” The book explores not just my ancestors, but the German American immigrant experience.

Will your book be self-published or are you being represented by an agency?
My book will be published in the coming year by Coffeetown Press. My release date is February 15, 2014 — I’m really excited for that day to arrive.

My tagged writers for THE NEXT BIG THING are Connie Hampton Connally, Don Crawley, and Sandra Sarr.