"Roundheads and Ramblings"
The Road to Frogmore provides much fodder for a book club discussion, and my new Pinterest
board offers some ideas to be considered along the way. It starts with a
bit of author biography, in which I talk about some of the ways I have
always felt myself to be something of a misfit. (That’s an observation
that most writers could make, I suspect.)
we move to a longer passage about Laura M. Towne and the reasons I
interested in her rather than some of the other missionaries whom she
accompanied to the Low Country. Laura was also a misfit, and the ways in
which she differed from her companions explain much about her later
I have offered some questions to stimulate discussion. They center on
the usual breakdowns of setting, plot, theme, and character, but they
are only starting points for those who seek to understand the book.
I’ve also included two reading lists — one listing the other books in
this series, and (more importantly) several other books that cover the
same events as this book. Dr. Rose’s massive study,
Reconstruction, provides an overview of the Gideonite experiment;
the others are first-hand accounts written by Laura and others among her
then we come to the good part — suggestions for what to eat and drink
at such a meeting. As I have done with my other Book Club Guides, I
have tried to keep the choices true to the book itself. Laura and her
housemates were on limited rations. The Army provided them with small
allowances of commodities such as flour and sugar, but for the most
part, they relied on the same sources of food as did the slaves. They
had their own gardens for vegetables, and a few chickens to provide eggs
(or meat, if the
chicken quit laying eggs.). Most of their protein came from seafood or
the white fish that could be pulled from the freshwater streams in the
area. They had no access to alcohol, so this luncheon will be one fit
diary describes some of their meals in detail. At almost every meal
they ate turtle soup, so that might be a natural choice, if it were not
for the fact that now, most turtles in the Carolinas are endangered
species, and trying to find recipes for turtle soup is likely to yield
an internet lecture on why the turtles may not be eaten. I’ve included a
recipe, but I really don’t expect anyone to serve it.
slaves the missionaries had come to help continued to work for them as
cooks and fishermen, so Laura’s table served Gullah recipes, which fall
into two categories. One set starts with seasonings of tomatoes,
onions, and peppers, along with a bit of fatback or bacon, adds some
sort of seafood, and then serves the resulting dish over grits. The
recipe here is for the iconic shrimp and grits of South Carolina.
other variation starts with the same seasonings to create a type of
gumbo, although this is not the gumbo we’ve come to know from New
Orleans. The Gullah variety uses okra as the thickener instead of a
rich dark roux and is served over rice, which continued to be grown on
the plantations of the Low Country. Either dish, accompanied by some fried green tomatoes, would provide a
satisfactory and authentic Gullah lunch.
Another possibility is to rely on that perennial favorite, Frogmore Stew, a tradition that also began with the slaves of St. Helena. What does one do when no one has enough to provide supper? You get together with the neighbors, and each cook throws into the pot whatever she has -- a chicken, some sausage, a few potatoes, an onion, some cobs of corn, some shrimp, or crabs, or oysters, or fish. It all boils together, and then is poured out onto a table, where the diners gather around and help themselves.
the group does not want to eat a sit-down meal, they might snack on
boiled peanuts and soft ginger cookies. Peanuts were a staple of slave
diets. The cookies remind the reader of the ginger cakes that Lottie
Forten baked for her friend, Dr. Seth Rogers, surgeon of the famous 54th
this menu were completely legitimate, the only beverage would be
molasses water, which the slaves loved and the missionaries drank
grudgingly. If you want to get an idea of what it tasted like, think of
a glass of coke poured over ice and allowed to sit for several hours,
until the ice all melted and the soda went completely flat. A pitcher of
lemonade might better bring this meal to a close.
This is my favorite -- and also the best-known--picture of Miss Laura M. Towne. She was a Unitarian, an Abolitionist, and a medical
student. | In 1862, at the age of 37, she left her Philadelphia
home to travel to the Sea Islands of South Carolina. Her purpose: to do
whatever she could to help the newly freed slaves become useful and
productive citizens. The Road to Frogmore
, published in 2012, tells the story of the first few years she spent in South Carolina during the Civil War.
Laura Town and her life-long friend Ellen
Murray joined the Port Royal Experiment in 1862 to test their
abolitionist ideals against the realities of slaves abandoned by their
owners in the Low Country of South Carolina. They hoped to find a place
they could call home, as well as an outlet for their talents as
schoolteacher and doctor.. It seemed like a good idea at the time, until
. . .
Until they experienced the climate—violent storms spawned over the
Atlantic, searing heat, tainted by swamp gasses, cockroaches, bedbugs,
swarming mosquitoes,and “no-see-ums” that left nasty bites in their
Until they met the slaves themselves—full of fear and resentment of
white people caused by centuries of cruelty, slaves who had never seen
the outside world, slaves whose superstitions included breath-sucking
night hags, evil graybeards living in local trees, and unfree spirits
rolling down the roads at night in balls of fire.
Until the dedication of the missionaries found itself tested by lack
of food, furniture, medicine, and the bare necessities of life. Until
the unity of the abolitionist effort fell apart under the strains of
religious differences and unrecognized prejudices.
And until the combination of battle wounds and a raging smallpox
epidemic made death their constant companion. Could these two
independent women survive the Civil War and achieve their goal of
turning slaves into citizens?
For the next week or so, I'll introduce you to some of the real people with whom she worked-- and those against whom she had to struggle in order to establish the kind of school she wanted to provide for the children she loved.
That's one of those sayings my mother used when I was growing up. The imagery was very effective in settling me down when I was trying to do too many things at once. And for that reason, if no other, it applies to me today.
It's also a term borrowed from the world of traditional publishing. It refers to a book that starts off with slow sales but then begins to get some notice in odd places and eventually becomes a perennial best seller. In the traditional publishing world, a new book generally gets a grace period of about six months to hit it big. Publishers all try to get bookstores to give their newest volumes front and center space -- a shelf or display all to themselves -- cover facing outward -- signs in the window -- ads in the newspapers. But if it doesn't work, the book disappears into the back of the store, stored spine-out on a shelf with several hundred other wonderful books that just didn't quite make it. A Long-Tailed Cat is a book that customers keep asking for, even after the publicity hype is over. Most books hit the remainder table outside within a year, and after that are either returned to the company or sold off in bulk to fates better not even thought of. Long-Tailed Cats survive.
In the world of electronic publishing, however, there are no storefronts to dominate, no bookshelves to fill with the covers facing outward, and no need to move out to make room for the newcomers. Remainders are a thing of the past. Electronic books (at least theoretically) can live forever. And that means that we can have lots more long-tailed cats!
My first one appeared almost exactly a year after publication. Beyond All Price
hung around on social media sites until I had sold a copy to everyone I knew. But when I had exhausted the list of friends and relatives who were willing to cough up the price of a book, it appeared doomed. I had been conditioned by that traditional publishing world to expect a run of no longer than a year. So by the summer of 2010, I "remaindered " it, at least in my own mind. I offered it for free on Smashwords and prepared to forget all about it. Then the long-tailed magic happened. Amazon price-matched the book and featured it on one of their website lists (what made them choose that book, I have no idea). And without my turning a hand on its behalf, Nellie Chase's story began to grow its own tail of some 47,000 copies..That was some three years ago, and Beyond All Price
still sells well. Today, I even had an inquiry from someone who would like to do narrate the book in audio format, so it looks like the tail continues to stretch.
The best news today, however, is that I'm beginning to detect another long tail. The Road to Frogmore
has been published since November, 2012. Sales have been steady but slow. There just hasn't been a "buzz" about the book -- until now. When things happen in threes, I am superstitious enough to take notice, and Frogmore
has had its three already this week. A couple of days ago I mentioned the quarterly online magazine of Military Writers Society of America, which revealed that The Road to Frogmore
had been chosen as Book of the Month for last November. And then a second commendation included it on the Author of the Year's recommended reading list for Winter 2014.
And then, today, I woke to an announcement that the Association of Independent Authors had decided to feature the trailer for Frogmore
on its front page for the month of January. (You can view it here
). Already there has been a small flurry of new sales, as word of the book begins to spread out. This true story of a strong and determined woman, who almost single-handedly established successful schools for newly freed slaves in South Carolina during the Civil War, is not fluffy reading, but it tells an inspiring story. Those looking for both entertainment and enlightenment will find them here.
To celebrate and encourage Frogmore to become another Long-Tailed Cat, I am cutting the price of the Kindle edition. Starting tomorrow and for the rest of the month, the electronic version will cost just $1.99 instead of $3.99. And if you bought the paper version from Amazon, (or if you plan to do so now, ) you can claim your matching Kindle edition for just $.99. Let's keep the tail growing!
Thanks to all the great folks who showed up at the St. Helena Library today to hear me chat about Laura Towne. Here's a more formal account of what we talked about.
For all of her adult life (and much of her childhood as
well), Laura Towne had known that she did not fit in with the society around
her. If someone had told her that in 150
years she would be touted as an example of a woman who made a permanent
difference in the world, she would not have believed it. Nor would she have believed that anyone would
ever write a book about her life. She
knew she was different; she just didn’t know that being different was going to
make her important. I see her as an example of how women can change their
world. She deserves to be honored during
Women’s History Month. Here’s why.
Laura’s world demanded that women fulfill one of two roles
in society. She could either marry and
become a dutiful wife and doting mother, or she could remain in the family home
as the caretaker of her parents, the support of her brothers and sisters, the
family anchor. Laura wanted no part of either one. She could not bring herself to be subordinate
to a man, especially one who was not as intelligent or capable as she was. She loved children but wanted to encourage
them to flee the nest, not hover over them as protector. Her mother died when
she was nine, her father when she was in her early twenties, so there was no
need to take on the role of caregiver.
And she had no interest in encouraging her siblings to lean on her any
more than they already did. She cherished a close friendship with another woman
whom she considered her equal in every way.
She dreamed of sharing their lives, but knew that while Philadelphia
society might allow two women to live together, they would never give their
relationship the status of family. She thought she would always live a solitary
existence, without the bonds of love and affection that sustained other people.
Laura wanted a career, even though she knew that there were
few career options open to her. She
petitioned for years to be allowed to attend medical school, and finally found
admission in Philadelphia’s first medical school for women. There she was allowed to attend academic
classes and lectures, but barred from any clinical experience on the grounds
that women should never see the body of a man other than their husbands or
children. Frustrated with the lack of contact with patients, she gave up her
pursuit of a medical degree and turned to the study of homeopathic medicine,
which put her even further outside the boundaries of acceptable careers. Most trained
doctors looked down on homeopathy as quackery, but Laura found much to
like. It allowed her to be in close
contact with her patients; treating them as individuals, not cases; offering comfort and palliative care;
and avoiding the harshness of dangerous medicines, quick amputation, or
Laura was a non-conformist when it came to religion,
too. In a city involved with evangelism
in all its many forms, as well as a city that had been founded by Quakers,
Laura was a Unitarian. What was that? The question bothered other people, too. Unitarians believed in one God. Only one, not a Trinity, which seemed to make
them non-Christians. They disliked
dogma, official church doctrine, and any and creeds. They believed religion should be a quiet and
private affair. They were ethical and
reasonable, believers in free will, and flexible in their religious
observances. They were particularly
irritating to traditional Christians because they denied the divinity of Jesus
while following his teachings more closely than most Christians did.
Finally, there was the matter of politics. Women did not have the right to vote and were not expected to have political
opinions. They certainly were not
expected to speak out about their views. But Laura was an abolitionist, and an
outspoken one at that. She was not
afraid to express her hatred of slavery and demanded equality for all people,
including women. Abolitionists were
usually northerners, but they were no more popular in the north they were in
the south. Workers feared an influx of
free blacks would take away their jobs, while the wealthy feared attacks from
those who had much less than they did. Laura the abolitionist was one of a very
few uppity women who were hated by nearly everyone.
I'll post the second half of the talk tomorrow, so please come back then.
Yes, yes, I know that a watched pot never boils. But this is ridiculous. The final proof of my book -- the copy that will allow me to give my final OK and publish it on Amazon -- was placed on a truck and sent out for delivery at 6:49 this morning. The truck started out just two miles from my house. It is now 3:45 PM, and the package has not yet arrived.
Am I too impatient? Well, in this case, the office at CreateSpace closes in just 15 minutes (they are in a different time zone), so I'm not going to have a chance to click that all-important "Publish" button until tomorrow morning. and why does that matter? Well, we leave on vacation tomorrow morning, so I really wanted to have this all taken care of this afternoon.
Ah well, in the meantime. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
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