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Just Something Cool I Came Across

I’m exhausted. Even though it happened only five miles from my house, on the campus of my own school, THATcamp 2009 left me too exhausted to do any sort of extended postmortem. It was an amazing (un)conference, I learned a lot, made a lot of connections, and was really reminded why I was interested in doing Digital History projects in the first place.

It was amazing and awesome. If you want a more in-depth treatment of the topic, check out Larry Cebula’s or Jim Groom’s blog posts on the topic. Or if you have a bit more time, just start reading the THATcamp wiki or the 2,600+ tweets hashtagged #thatcamp. (This last link is thanks to Julie Meloni.)

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In non-THATcamp-related news, I’ve been doing a bit of research for a man that a friend put me in touch with, looking through at least four or five linear feet of records at the National Archives in College Park. I found something the other day that, while it isn’t relevant to the research project I was working on, was too cool not to scan and share.

It’s a map made by a member of the 82nd Airborne’s 505th Parachute Infantry Unit, tracing their movement from sometime around (this is an informed guess) August or September of 1944 (after their participation in the invasion of Normandy, but before Operation Market Garden) until some time in 1945, when they were in Germany:

82nd Airborne 505th Map
Click here for a larger version.

It’s rather predictable that this is something I’d be interested in, as it combines several of my scholarly/personal interests– mapping, cartooning, the use of illustration as a narrative technique, etc.

Going through the historical documents and general orders of the 82nd’s 505th, I came across many maps. They were all fascinating, but most of them were fascinating because you were touching history. You were holding a map that was used to plan D-Day at Normandy, for example. That’s an amazing little piece of history to hold in your hands. But the maps themselves, while well-executed, were rather spartan, utilitarian. I came across one that, for purely aesthetic reasons, included a couple planes in the air, flying up the coast of Sicily. I think it was by the same fellow.

But this is the only map I came across like this, that provided not plans but a history, that physically plotted out memory. This map traces out a period of time, the events the soldiers remembers, sights they saw. The women in France and Belgium. The food provided at a somewhat more permanent camp in France. Two separate spates of bad weather in Holland. On to the German lines, and starting to see them falling back, losing ground.

So many important pieces of paperwork and records get lost in the shuffle from wartime to military records to being placed with the Archives. A lot of things you assume you’d be able to find are quite simply not there. But I can see why this map, even being as out of place as it was with its surrounding documents, made it through the multiple shuffles. It’s a remarkable artifact. It took love and attention and time to create, things that were in short supply in wartime. And the resulting work actually helps to serve to tell the story of these soldiers, and to fill in some gaps. Very few of this Unit’s records between Market Garden and 1946 have actually survived the shuffle. What does survive from the War in general in the NARA records tends to reflect more about Army protocol than the emotions and lived lives of the men on the ground. This map can help fill in some of the lacunae in the record.

Plus, it’s just wicked cool. So I thought I’d share.

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Cartography can be fun…

  • One of my favorite quotes about cartography, from Tom Stoppard’s Rosencrantz and Guildenstern are Dead
  • Guildenstern: What a shambles! We’re just not getting anywhere.
    Rosencrantz: Not even England. I don’t believe in it anyway.
    Guildenstern: What?
    Rosencrantz: England.
    Guildenstern: Just a conspiracy of cartographers,  you mean?

  • From Deputydog’s blog, a collection of AMAZING holes.
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Sharing a comment…

I actually wrote this as a comment in Ken’s blog, but knowing that there’s a better chance of getting more replies if I post it as a blog entry than there is if I post it as a comment, I’ll repeat myself here:

Another issue I had with "online atlases" is trying to understand what constitutes an online atlas. The atlas is very much a product of bookbinding. The binding makes the atlas– otherwise it’s just a collection of maps. Which is what the Rumsey collection felt like to me– a collection of maps. (Seriously, though– I know it’s in the name, but that didn’t occur to me until I was typing this.)

What elements could be included to make an online atlas more than a collection of maps? To "bind" the maps together, even if it is in a nonlinear fashion? What work do atlases do, other than keeping our maps from getting all over the place? And is it worth the work, both conceptual and time in doing the design, to make an "online atlas" proper? Or is a collection of maps enough?

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Historical Atlases a Go-Go

I’ve looked at a bunch of Historical Atlases over the last couple weeks. I’m just going to comment on four that seemed especially worthy of comment, for good or ill.

The first one I looked at was an atlas I discovered this summer– Donald Cole’s Atlas of American History. Published in 1963 and created by the head of the History Department at Phillips Exeter, the book has a lot to recommend it. It’s a great account of major events in American History, and has a decent amount of textual explication of events– I’d say the book averages about 65% text and 35% maps. In this way, the book was the easiest of those I looked at to "read" in a traditional, linear prose manner. It reads like a traditional introductory American History textbook, with a strong eye to the geographic. Given the author’s profession, working at a prep school, I’d guess that’s exactly the text’s goal. And it works quite well.

For those of us who may be somewhat past the need for a high school History text, however, the book still works. The very strictly chronological ordering of the book and the clear, easily legible maps make it a useful reference when you want to re-orient yourself within a particular area of the US at a particular time. It’s also, given its age, a primary source of its own: I found it fascinating to look at the "contemporary issues" at the end of the book and find the partitioned nation of Vietnam and maps of states that had integrated public schools.

A note on design: this book is straightforward with few embellishments and a very limited palate of black, white, grey, salmon, and brown, which makes it quite nice as far as quick reference and fast comprehension of visual data. There is one embellishment that I really enjoyed, however: the edges of each page that contains a map are scored with a grid, much like on a map, with A, B, C, etc. along the top and 1, 2, 3… along the side of the page. While not strictly functional, I really like this small stylistic embellishment, as it seems to me to serve to remind the reader to place primacy on geography and space: this is not merely a heavily-illustrated textbook of American History, it’s a book that places History within geographic context.

"Western Land Claims Ceded by the States" from Cole's "Atlas of American History"

The next book I’d like to discuss is Dan Bahat’s 1983 Carta’s Historical Atlas of Jerusalem. What really struck me about this book is the use of scale. While the book covers 4000 years of history, it is limited to one relatively small city. Because of this, the book is able to give street maps of the same area over time, and to provide floorplans of buildings of note. I found this especially cool, because it comes closer to the everday understanding of space and place that I think is so important when looking at the experiences of historical actors. You learn a lot more about everyday life from looking at the layout of a particular city and its inhabitants than from looking at a map of the US where each state is colored according to its percentage of black mayors.

The book is easily the wordiest of those I’ve looked at, when you look at the use of page-space, it’s hard not to notice a 75/25 word-to-picture ratio. And while the clean, sparse visuals of Cole’s American History felt simple, clean, and utilitarian, this atlas felt dry, dull, and sparsely illustrated. On the positive side, however, one thing I appreciated was that the maps of the city in different ages were overlaid on a topographical map, creating a good sense of changing urban geography over the (comparatively) unchanging landscape.

Jerusalem, from "Carta's Historical Atlas of Jerusalem" The Temple Mount, from "Carta's Historical Atlas of Jerusalem"

By far the weakest atlas I looked at was the 1986 Harper Atlas of World History. The book manages to be visually overloaded yet dull– I can’t quite account for how they managed that paradox.

The EYESORE that is the "Harper Atlas of World History"

The bottom quarter or so of the book is a timeline, which reflects an incredibly incongruous view of time, as something that skips back and forth and constantly slows. the same amount of space that accounts for 500 years in the early sections of the book accounts for maybe twenty years toward the end.

Likewise, there are strange lacunae in space and time all over the place. Virtually everything before the Common Era takes place in the middle east, a region that then disappears until the late nineteenth century. Chinese history takes the form of eruptions in the fabric of time, always requiring the reader to jump back five hundred years and get caught up to the present, before panning back to the West for another hundred pages. Native Americans are seen migrating to this hemisphere in the earliest maps, which are more "natural history" than history proper, accounting for the origin of man and the like, and then nothing happens on this hemisphere until 1492. The only maps of Indian lands are those that depict them in retreat from arriving Westerners. Apparently nothing happened outside of Egypt on the continent of Africa until the rise of European colonization.

Maybe "World History" is too broad a topic for a single-volume atlas. I don’t doubt that. But that’s just an unforgivable design flaw, not an excuse. And it’s hardly the only design flaw.

Finally, I’d like to talk about my favorite of the bunch– Derek Hayes’s Historic Atlas of the United States (With Original Maps).

Where the first two atlases I’ve discussed were rather colorless, and the Harper atlas was eye-bleedingly badly designed, Hayes has obviously paid the most attention to design. Each page is colored a muted tone, giving the entire experience of reading this book a more aesthetic feeling. Where the other books used contemporary maps to show historical data, this book uses the maps from the historical moment being discussed, allowing you to look at the impact of cartography and historical actors’ understanding of geography. Competing land claims in Colonial America look, in Cole’s book or the Harper atlas, like simply conflicts over domain. Hayes’s use of historical maps reminds us that part of the issue was that these colonizers didn’t fully understand the land, that they didn’t completely know what they were claiming.

The use of colored pages, the careful attention to legible page layouts, and the use of historical maps all come together to create a very different "reading" experience– one that is closer to the experience of entering a salon-style gallery than the prose-reading style of the first two atlases above, or the visual confusion of the Harpers disaster. The eye scans, goes from map to map, settles here and there. It is a book that rewards browsing, flitting about, leafing through time and space.

This is not to say that the book is all style and no substance, or that it represents an aesthetization of map at the expense of real information. First off, one must repeat the constantly-heard but only occasionally heeded maxim that visual data is still data, and that a preference for visual data over the written word can still be information-rich. But the design also does something quite clever to overcome such logocentric critiques. The captions to accompany the images are much longer and more in-depth than those in any other historical atlas I looked at, and are positioned near, but not simply below, the maps in question.

Thus the experiencing of reading the book takes on an almost fractal quality. One’s eyes at first flit about, finally settling on some map that possesses some eye-catching quality– a "strange attractor" if you will. From there, curiosity piqued, they quickly land on the caption, and are given a contextualization of the image. With that new information, you may go back to the image, and your eyes eventually move onto another nearby image– one that is related in some way. You read the caption to this new map. Eventually, your curiosity may be satisfied, or you may move on to reading the prose essay that is woven throughout the section.

The effect is nonlinear, and quite pleasing. It’s a choose-your-own-adventure atlas, made up of three nested layers of "essays," in a specific hierarchy. First is the visual essay made by the juxtaposition, relations, placement, and contents of the maps. The secondary level is a micro-essay of commentary on the visual data, which takes the form of the maps’ captions. Finally, you have the layer of the prose essay within each section.

A section that embodies this reading experience quite well is the two-page spread on "Seas Where They Ought Not Be." The title of the section is superimposed over a map of California as a large island– a persistent and curious phenomenon I’d definitely noticed on old maps before. From there the eye sails down to the Hudson Bay Company’s map of the continent as almost a large archipelago, then diagonally up to the depiction of the Sea or Bay of the West, a large inland sea that consumes most of the Pacific Northwest. One then begins to wonder what’s going on here, and reads some of the captions, followed by looking at the less visually striking maps, going to their captions to see why they’re included, and finally settling on the interspersed essay for a broader view.

"Seas Where They Ought Not Be"

The fonts of the captions and the prose essay are significantly different enough to easily distinguish between the two, and the subtle cream color of the pages compliments the colors in many of the aged, yellowed maps. Certain images bleed off the page, creating visual interest before allowing the eye to move on to the next image, and also creating a method of cropping to the most interesting elements that has a bit more flare than a simple square crop. The placement of the maps is not a simple grid, thus creating visual interest, but remains simple enough to avoid the confusion engendered by the Harper atlas’s cartographic and pictorial clutter.

I really like this one, if you can’t tell.

Finally, while I’ve limited my discussion to books with "Atlas" in the title, I’d like to mention Whitehall and Kennedy’s Boston: A Topographical History, a book that uses a lot of visual data to compliment a textual interpretation of the changing topography of an urban landscape. It doesn’t fit neatly into the tradition of the Atlas, as the images are secondary to the text, but it integrates both quite well, and is a great example of how geography itself can have a history.

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…On what started out seeming like a simple assignment…

(N.B.– There’s a scrapbook that accompanies this post.  Check it out, as it’ll make things a bit clearer…)

I have to say that this first assignment for the Doctoral Research Seminar was more complicated than it had initially seemed.  We were each assigned three pages of the 1880 manuscript census for Fredericksburg, Virginia, and directed to the 1886 Sanborn fire insurance map for the city.  One of the goals was to see if there was any data we could add to the map that we had gleaned from the census.  I was assigned pages 57-60, the last three pages of the census.  I think that this was part of the problem.

After downloading the census pages from Ancestry.com, I began by transcribing them. This, already, proved more difficult than I had expected. I’m much more used to working with printed materials– I’m quite comfortable dealing with the vagaries and idiosyncrasies of antiquarian printers than I am with the complexities of old handwriting.  For that matter, I’m not even that good at interpreting a lot of modern handwriting.  It took me half an hour of staring at this:

I have no idea what this says... it's illegible

…before giving up and using the wonderful tool that is the Internet to find a helping hand… It turns out, it says "George Street."  I still don’t quite see it.  (And let me quickly give a thank-you to Audrey for helping a fellow out in his time of need.)

After transcription, I turned to my map.  And that’s when the real confusion began.  The town of Fredericksburg had yet to number houses, so the census-taker was unable to record house numbers.  This made figuring out anything other than the streets the houses were located on tricky.  I turned to the 1889 City directory, but I was only able to locate a couple people from my sample group– all of whom seemed to have moved in the intervening nine years.  All others, seemingly, had left the area. 

Trying not to be discouraged, I went to the record of property taxes for 1800 which even listed some tenant’s names, hoping it would prove more fruitful.  Unfortunately, I couldn’t make any positive matches– there were some common surnames that I found in the records that also appeared in my sample group, but without first names, I couldn’t say with any certainty if these were the people I was looking for or not.  I was running out of ideas. 

I went to classmates’ blogs, hoping to find something– a hint about method, perhaps, or something indicating how one might go about plotting a single locus on the map, assuming that I could then retrace the census-taker’s footsteps, and figure out the locations of the other houses by logical deduction.  Unfortunately, this was only dispiriting, as I discovered that Tamara had already figured out the location of the people in her sample group, and that her people seemed to live along Hanover Street– the same street on which 82% of my sample group lived!  And Jennifer mentioned in her blog that she had people on Hanover Street in her group, too!

Somewhat discouraged, I returned to looking at the Sanborn maps.  Looking at the maps, I noticed something that I hadn’t previously noticed.  The Sanborn maps included both a smaller, general map of the town of Fredericksburg and a set of more detailed maps that accounted for each building– houses, commercial buildings, and public structures.  Comparing the two, I realized that there was a large portion– the majority, even– of Hanover Street that was not accounted for by the larger, more detailed map.  The map of the area shows Hanover Street as a long road, leading out into the country. The more detailed map, however, showed just three blocks of the street.  Moreover, my three pages of the census show 19 households on Hanover Street– not to mention the houses on Hanover accounted for in my classmates’ blogs– whereas on the Sanborn map, there are only 11!

Some demolition may have happened in the intervening six years between the census and the map’s being made, and some buildings may well have been adapted to commercial purposes that had previously been homes.  However, it seems less likely that there was such a radical shift in the town, and more likely that there are simply certain structures and households on that stretch of Hanover beyond the three blocks downtown that for some reason were omitted from the Sanborn maps.  Given that the Sanborn Map and Publishing Company was making these maps for fire insurance purposes, perhaps this section of town was omitted because it was on the outskirts of town, where land use was likely less dense, and fire would spread less easily.

I had initially assumed that the section depicted in the detailed maps was the section reflected in my portion of the census, primarily because there was a single household in the section on Main Street, on the easterly side of town.  However, after looking more closely at the census data, I have begun to suspect the obvious– that my section of the census was in fact in that unaccounted-for area of Hanover Street, on the western fringes of town.  The three households on George Street could easily be on the area of the street, also unrepresented in the detailed maps, near where it joins with Hanover.  If this is the case, the house on Main Street may have simply been a case of "cleaning up"– the census-taker backtracking to an abode at which he had previously not found anyone home.

There are several reasons for this inference.  The sample includes two men whose occupation is listed as "farmer"– people I would expect to be on the geographic  periphery of the town. 

Another reason is the socioeconomic profile of my sample.  The group is largely of the lower class.  Many of the men working outside the house have fairly low-income jobs–there are many listed simply as "laborers," as well draymen, sailors, and a "preacher" who I assume since he is living with a carpenter is probably itinerant. Of the 109 people listed in this section of the census, only nine are servants employed in the house.  As the South at this point is still fairly early into industrialization, I would assume that a large portion of the town’s wealth would congregate in the center of the town or city, as it tends to in preindustrial societies.

Likewise, the group is fairly racially mixed.  Of the 23 households in my sample, about one in three are listed as black or mulatto.  While the black houses are exclusively so, they don’t seem to be in any way "clustered"– they are scattered throughout the group.  If one imagines the census taker walking down the street, knocking on each door he comes across, one must imagine that every third house he comes across is a black household.  I don’t know much about patterns of settlement in the South at this period, but I would assume that such a pattern of mixed settlement might be indicative of a poorer neighborhood.  This is more speculative, but I also thought it relevant that the western side of town is the location of the "colored cemetery."  This is purely speculative, but one can imagine in the context of the 19th century South, living "out on Hanover, past the colored cemetery" might not be the type of thing that drives up property values.

Interestingly, as one gets to the last page of the census, the situations of the individuals seem to get worse and worse.  On the last page, you have William Hunt, a single man who repairs watches, and shares his house with two boys– five and three years old– who do not share his name.  This is followed by John Lewis, a drayman who lives with his wife and his two adopted sons.  Then there’s several houses full of unmarried working class men– a cart-driver who lives with two laborers, a household of three sailors, and the previously-mentioned carpenter who shares his home with an itinerant preacher. (The preacher does not show up in either the 1889 town directory or the 1885 business directory, making me even more sure that he was probably a traveling evangelist.)

There are also, however, several rather prominent people represented in this sample.  These are wealthier men who probably have larger houses on the outskirts of town, not out of necessity, but for the space– "country homes" outside town, if you will, almost proto-suburbanites.  To be more precise, there are four such men. 

There’s the lawyer Samuel Brooke, who lives with his wife, his three children, and two domestic servants.  Brooke doesn’t show up in either of the later city directories, and it seems likely that his legal career took him on to a larger town.  Likewise, you have Irish immigrant David Fleming.  Given the location of his daughters’ births, it can be inferred that Fleming had moved to the town some time between 1875 and 1877, probably for his job as the Superintendent of the Citizen’s Gas Company.  Fleming had two in-house servants by 1880, and by 1885, was a prominent member of the Home Building Association, the Opera House Syndicate, and an officer in at least three Masonic organizations.  Then there’s John Berrey, a retired hardware merchant– and the only retired person in the sample.  Berrey lives with his five children, all unmarried, who range in age between 28 and 44.  Of the three sons, the 28-year-old is listed as "at home," as young children and dependent women tend to be, and the older two sons have very nice middle-class jobs, as a clerk and a commercial trader.

The final person of wealth in my sample group is the one that really makes me suspect that I’ve successfully located the correct section of Hanover Street, and that’s Charles Richardson, proprietor of the Windsor Manor Pickle Company. While one wouldn’t expect a factory owner to live next door to his factory, one would expect that he would want to be relatively nearby, in the days before the automobile. Looking again at the map of the Fredericksburg area, notice the location of the pickle factory, at the bottom of the map. The western section of Hanover Street would present the most convenient commute, avoiding the traffic of Main Street and the commercial districts to the East.

Ultimately, of course, all this is speculation and inference.  I did a quick search in a couple databases, but I couldn’t find any articles about 19th century census-taking patterns, so the entire assumption that these houses are in any particular order may be false.  (It’s a tough search– try it!  There’s all sorts of false correlations and strange hits that have nothing to do with what you’re looking for…)  I certainly wouldn’t bet any money on any of this.  But I have a fairly good feeling about it, and I’ve definitely learned a bit about process, and how one might go about such work.  If I was going to go further with this, (which would be silly since it’s just an exercise) I would probably start looking at the court records and the police blotters next, looking for some sort of clue that could help me confirm or disprove my suspicions.  I would also likely go to later Sanborn maps, and other maps of Fredericksburg, to see if they offered any clues as to what was over on the outskirts of town, on Hanover Street.

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