Saturday, October 14, 2006

Somerset County's Weekend Journey Through the Past

Ali and I traveled the southern Somerset County tour route today from 10am-1pm. We managed to stop at all 6 sites on the list for the area.

I've included the information on each site included in the day's guide book with my commentary followed in italics.

1. Old Millstone Forge Blacksmith Shop and Museum
A 1768 newspaper advertisement may constitute the first mention of the Old Millstone Forge Blacksmith Shop. It was probably operated during the American Revolutionary War, and continuously from 1839 until the death of the last blacksmith, Edward Wycoff, in 1959. Today the Old Millstone Forge Blacksmith Shop and Museum features volunteer blacksmiths who demonstrate the art of the anvil. The two-story brick and timber building hosues an unusual display of traditional metalworking and wagon building equipment. Displays focus on the traditional blacksmithing to modern machining, with tools from the earliest days of the colonies up to the 1920s. Blacksmiths provide demonstrations and give descriptive tours of the building.

As the first top of the morning, we didn't know what to expect. We arrived and there was a couple inside the shop. Upon signing in and receiving our Wayfarer's Pass (5 stamps=entry into some giveaways), RJ began telling us a bit about the shop and blacksmithing in general while her associate (Bill I believe) demonstrated some techniques and Ceil (sic) sat by the bake sale table. RJ's info was pretty interesting, most notably the fact that the Delaware & Raritan (D&R) Canal was built to pass a blacksmith shop every 6 miles or so. The highlight of this location was watching the wonder and joy a young boy showed as he discovered some 19th century tools and watched the blacksmith work his magic. He was so genuinely excited about everything that I couldn't help but feel the same way. RJ's passion for what she was telling us about would go unrivaled through the rest of the day.

2. Farm Museum
The Van Harlingen Historical Society's Farm Museum is located in a nineteenth-century English barn, and was relocated from an area farm. The barn houses a collection of farm implements, as well as a horse-drawn sleigh, a bicycle from 1900, a counter from a long-gone general store and a variety of tools donated by local residents.

The docent here was pleasantly unobtrusive as she prepared the materials to churn butter. There wasn't a whole lot to see in the barn so we only spent a few minutes at the site. Besides, the race was on with the couple that started ahead of us at the first site. The most interesting information came from the general store price lists. The historical society listed the cost of a gallon of gas in the early 1900s compared to today. Smartly, the weekly salary for an unskilled worker was also compared leading to the conclusion that even at $2.25 a gallon, our buying capability is far superior to that of a century ago.

3. First Reformed Church of Rocky Hill
Celebrating its ssquicentennial, the First Reformed Church of Rocky Hill is the town's oldest church, with roots going back to 1817 when the congregation began meeting as a Sabbath School. The Dutch Reformed Church of America dates back to 1628 and is, therefore, the longest continuing ministry in the New World. This particular church was dedicated in June, 1857. Although mostly Dutch, German and Huguenot at the beginning, the Industrial Revolution brought new members from various backgrounds. The "picture-perfect" early Victorian, Carpenter Gothic church and parsonage are located in the center of Rocky Hill's historic district.

We knew we were in for trouble when got to the door marked "Entrance" and read the sign that said, enter through the door beneath the steeple. (This non-entrance entrance door, it should be noted, would have brought us to the exact same entranceway as we learned on the way out it.) Upon entering, we found an older couple visiting. We could not locate the official stamp for our Wayfarer's Pass so we made our way through the church. There was not much to look at other than the organ. Rather than wasting time waiting for the stamp, we decided to race on to the next stop of the tour.

4. Rockingham State Historic Site
The earliest section of Historic Rockingham dates to 1702-1710, with several rooms added mid-18th century when the house was owned by John Berrien, a prosperous farmer and New Jersey Superior Court Justice. Rockingham served as General George Washington's last war-time headquarters in the fall of 1783. It was here that he wrote the "Farewell Orders to the Armies of the United States," bringing the Revolutionary War to a close. The mansion is now a prominent living history museum, interpreted with a fine collection of antiques and reproductions of several of Washington's personal military artifacts, replicated only for Rockingham.

Sounds exciting, doesn't it? The doors were locked when we arrived. Apparently they are quite serious about beginning tours only at the designated 30-minute intervals. Once we entered, our docent took us through the rooms pointing out repeatedly that this is "what it might have looked like" or that is a "replica of a period piece." As one of the seemingly countless homes of George Washington, this house offered little in the way of actual Washington curiousities. No artifacts from the time he lived in the house existed on site and everything else seemed to be guesswork based on what's known about the late 1700s rather than document supported research on this location specifically. Our guide did not seem to possess the kind of deep knowledge of the site's minute details which kept her from expanding on the basic facts with interesting vignettes.

5. Blackwells Mills Canal House
The Blackwells Mills Canal House was built circa 1835 as a home for the bridgetender on the D&R Canal. From that time until the canal closed in 1932, the bridgetender and his family lived there and operated the swing bridge to allow vessels to navigate the canal. Boats on the D&R Canal transported products, mainly anthracite coal, between Bordentown and New Brunswick and served as part of the Atlantic Intercoastal Waterway. Although there are no swing bridges along the waterway now, several bridgetenders' homes remain. Now the property of the State of New Jersey, the house was occupied for nearly 40 years after the canal's closing by a retired canal worker. Later, a group of local canal buffs formed the Blackwells Mills Canal House Association, leased the house from the state, and restored it. In 1974, the D&R Canal State Park was created.

I've been at or near this site a number of times taking photographs, walking or biking the paths along the canal. It's a quiet, picturesque spot. (Note: the photo above was not taken this morning. While Buffalo may be covered in snow, we are not here in NJ.) A nice woman greeted us at the front door where she had a copy of her book (The Bridgetender Boy) and assorted sweatshirts stamped with D&R Canal for sale. This site had quite a few activities planned for kids later in the day, but the greeter told us to go ahead and browse the house on our own. As we walked through, two older ladies told us, in no uncertain terms, that we were early and the events hadn't yet begun. Meekly we made our way out to the canal path for a short walk before heading on to our final stop. We certainly did not feel welcome at this spot.

6. Wyckoff-Garretson House
Constructed in 1730/1810, the Wykoff-Garretson House has been noted as a very important and rare example of the earliest period of Dutch American settlement in Somerset County. "The house survives remarkably intact for almost 300 years with a considerable a mount of original fabric," "...most remarkable of which is the anchor-bent frame, built in two nearly identical building campaigns almost 100 years apart. The timber frame is a marvel of European-influenced building craft...a major showplace of Dutch American vernacular architecture in NJ." (Source: preliminary examination/structure report of Clifford Zink, Architectural Historian.) John Wyckoff constructed the first half of this house in 1730, to which improvements were added by John's son, Cornelius, in 1775; and finally after his and his son's death, the second half of the house was built in 1805 by Samuel Garretson, a farmer from Hillsborough who moved to the Wyckoff farm to be "closer to the city."

As we pulled in the driveway, a woman stopped us to tell us there was a $5 suggested donation for parking, adding after my long pause that we could park around the building even if we didn't want to pay. (From official website: "admission and parking at each site are free.") The parking area was packed and there were considerably more people at this location than any of the previous. We were a bit upset to only have 15 minutes or so to make it through the exhibits and buildings. Everyone we encountered on the way to the sign-in area conveyed the importance of seeing the harpsichordist. Said harpischoridst was on lunch break for the duration of our visit as were, apparently, the 10-15 costumed reenactors on the site. Parts of the house are undergoing renovation. Those areas were especially interesting because we could look inside walls and see the true building design and materials as opposed to the updated areas with modern amenities like smoke detectors and sprinklers. The chickens roasted on a spit over an open fire were entertaining for a moment, but we made our way quickly out of the area to confused reactions from the volunteers manning the food tent. We did attempt to turn in our Wayfarer's Pass, but no one seemed to know what to do with it. I tried to explain that at an earlier site, a box was available to place the card. Hopefully, it makes it to the proper location at some point. It could be worth a free dinner or hotel stay.

While some of the sites were underwhelming, the entire concept of the weekend is wonderful. We traveled one of three set tour routes. If I wasn't judging tomorrow, I'd make the trek to one of the others as well. Hopefully, they'll build upon the idea for next year's event.

Wednesday, October 11, 2006

The Break Up

I've known it was coming for a couple of months now. Linda and I broke up.

Okay so even the most devoted readers out there probably don't know who I'm talking about. Linda is the owner of IQ Haircuts. I've been getting my hair cut there since early 2004 when I moved to my first apartment in Hillsborough.

Now, she's sold her business and we said our good-byes.

Prior to IQ, I got my hair cut at the cheapest place possible, usually somewhere like Supercuts. This was the first place where they knew who I was, what I liked, etc.

The good news is that Linda's associate, Veronica, is staying behind. Linda warned me that the new owners will be raising prices and changing how they do things significantly but suggested I call and request Veronica to get the same service/price I'm used to.

Thanks, Linda, for your hospitality over the past 2.5 years.

Editor's Note: This is not meant to be taken sarcastically. It is genuine.

Sunday, October 08, 2006

Columbus Day

I can remember, at some point during elementary school, being part of a class play about Christopher Columbus. It was around second or third grade I think. I remember whomever portrayed Columbus would shout out "I SEE LAND" and then we all shouted in celebration. How joyous!

We never did get around to the sequel. You know, when everyone not on Columbus' ships dies from smallpox or, at the very least, contracts syphillis.

OH, COLUMBUS ("Oh, My Darling Clementine.")
Oh, Columbus; oh, Columbus,
Sailed the ocean wide & blue.
He landed in America,
In fourteen ninety-two.

Jack Weatherford, in an article called The Truth About Columbus, points out the fact Columbus never even stepped foot on North American soil and he wasn't even the first to find South America or the Caribbean islands either. Most notably, the Vikings established North American settlements in the 11th century. Weatherford goes on to suggest that Columbus was still wandering through the Caribbean in 1497, believing he was nearing the Indies, his original destination, when John Cabot arrived in North America and claimed it for England.

OH, COLUMBUS ("Oh, My Darling Clementine.")
Oh, Columbus; oh, Columbus,
Sailed the ocean wide & blue.
He got lost in the Caribbean,
And never had a clue.


Don't get me wrong. Columbus did succeed in many ways. Teaching about the Columbian Exchange is always a fun lesson in world history, tracing the crops, animals and diseases that originated in the "New" World versus the "Old" World.

According to the Association for the Study of Classical African Civilizations, Columbus was instrumental in beginning the movement towards slavery. It is historical fact, not disputed by even Columbus himself in his own journals, that Spain enslaved native peoples on return voyages to the Caribbean.

How ironic that the United States government officially recognizes only two individuals with holidays: Columbus and Martin Luther King.

The ASCAC contends that Pope Innocent VIII, through official papal dictate, split the world in two for the purpose of slavery: Africa to Portugal and the Americas to Spain. To be fair to the Roman Catholic Church (I wouldn't want to tarnish its impeccable history), a cursory Google search failed to find corroborating evidence for this claim.

One more song to conclude today's festivities:

COLUMBUS SAILED THE OCEAN ("Pop! Goes the Weasel.")
All around the great wide world,
Columbus sailed the ocean
To prove the world was big & round
That's real devotion!

COLUMBUS SAILED THE OCEAN ("Pop! Goes the Weasel.")
All throughout the western world,
Columbus found new people

He spread disease and made them slaves
That's an Italian stallion!

President Bush's Proclamation (You've got to read this - there's not even a slight mention of the negative effects of Columbus. It's all about how amazing the Italian contribution to the US has been. To the victors go the spoils, I suppose. It's easier to ignore the Native American genocide anyway.)
Lyrics, midi file and music for a celebratory song - sing along!
Lies My Teacher Told Me - a great book with a section on this topic

Saturday, October 07, 2006

Ridge Climate Surveys

After spending 30-40 minutes browsing through archived (see The Wayback Machine link below) Bernards Township web pages from the spring and summer of 2003 searching for the student/parent/teacher poll I mentioned in my previous post, I found the surveys buried on a current, hard to reach section of the district web site.

A sampling of results:

There is not a significant problem with substance abuse.
Students - largest percentage = neutral
Teachers - largest percentage = disagree
Parents - largest percentage = agree

Cheating occurs infrequently at our school.
Students - largest percentage = neutral
Teachers - largest percentage = disagree
Parents - largest percentage = agree

Our school is preparing students to deal with issues and problems they will face in the future.
Students - largest percentage = agree
Teachers - largest percentage = agree
Parents - largest percentage = agree

Conclusion: Obviously you can't draw much from just those three examples, but it's interesting to try to decipher the results. Which group has the most accurate perception of reality? Is it even possible to tell?

These polls were conducted in the spring of 2003. I'm not sure why, but it seems to have been a one time deal which is unfortunate.

Parent Survey
Student Survey
Teacher Survey
The Wayback Machine

Stickin' it to the man...or did I?

As I drove home from Borders tonight (I've read 232 pages of High School Confidential in two days), my mind wandered to the transaction that took place when I got my coffee refill at 9:25pm (1 hour and 7 minutes after the first cup and my arrival at Borders according to the receipts). A refill costs .50, but my total was .53 including tax. That extra .03 represents 6%, but NJ sales tax recently rose to 7%. Therefore I should be paying .53 and 1/2 cents for my refill. Hooray - I stuck it to the man!

When I got home, I looked at my receipt for the original cup of coffee. $1.55 + tax. 1.55 x .07 = .1085 so my coffee should cost $1.6585. Now, I realize how crazy that is and, while it's a rip-off, I'm perfectly okay with Borders rounding up to 1.66. But wait! It cost 1.67. Not only did I not stick it to the man on that half cent on the refill, the man stuck it to me!

In other news, the show I was to judge in Baltimore today was moved indoors due to rain. Thankfully, the decision was made early this morning so I never even left for the 3.5 hour drive down there. I was/am slightly disappointed though. The route would have taken me right past the University of Delaware exits on I-95. I haven't been on campus since the spring of 2004, 1 year after I graduated. It would have been nice to walk around a bit, reminisce, see how things have changed, etc. I am thinking about going to Homecoming next Saturday, but I don't want to go alone. I need a fellow alum to head down there with. I wonder if I can find someone.

The Yankees were thoroughly embarrassed by the Detroit Tigers over the past two days. They played inferior in every conceivable way and deserved to lose. I was working hard to get some tickets on Ebay. At least now I won't spend that money.

The Borders employees are nicer than Barnes & Noble. At least, I perceive them that way. Reality may be different. The girl (young woman?) working the cafe area when I got my refill asked if I had a Borders reward card. I said no. Instead of pushing on as the B&N people do, she asked if I wanted one (at no cost!). She seemed so excited about it so I said sure. She asked for my e-mail address and phone number. I think she was hitting on me and Borders Rewards is a sham, the fancy card notwithstanding.

I need to spend less time isolated in bookstores, drugged up on caffeine while reading stories about a guy becoming a teenager again while in his mid-twenties.

The best part about the book is the underlying theme of reality vs. perception. The community in the book is convinced of how amazing their town, school and students are at everything (sounds familiar...) yet the reality among the actual teenagers includes excessive drug use, alcohol consumption, sex, etc. (sounds familiar...). The students see reality, some of the teachers see reality, many of the parents are too self-absorbed or busy to notice.

The summer before I started teaching at Ridge, the Board of Ed website had the results of big poll the district conducted. They broke the responses down into students, teachers and parents on a wide range of issues like those mentioned in the previous paragraph. The disparities among the three groups were unbelievable, just like in this book. I bet I can find a copy of that survey somewhere...I'll have to do some digging.

Friday, October 06, 2006

High School Confidential

I discovered a book that caught my interest much like School of Dreams did a few years ago. High School Confidential, written by Jeremy Iverson, is a participant observation style look into a semester in the life of a high school student. Iverson attended a California high school undercover. At the age of 25, he blended in and was a student following only two rules: he would initiate no illegal behavior and he would engage in no intimate contact with students. He convinced the school district to agree to this. Only the principal knew his true identity.

The high school, Claremont (this name was disguised in the book, but revealed later when word got out), is in a pretty successful district in Southern California.

Students, in an editorial in the school's newspaper (linked below), claim the depiction of Claremont High life in the book is greatly exaggerated because students were on to him and told him lies. The fact that the school paper, The Wolfpacket, broke the news of Iverson's undercover presence (met with administration denials at first), is icing on the cake to my finding this book tonight.

Whether completely accurate or not, this kind of story is intriguing to me. I've read books that attempt to look deeply into what students really thing and feel before. I've asked my own students to write their thoughts on a variety of topics, school-related and otherwise, sometimes anonymously, to gain an appreciation and insight into the parts of my teacher-student relationship I cannot possibly know solely from observation. I believe it's important for teachers to keep in touch with what their students are going through.

Although my students certainly believe I give them too much work at times, many (and hopefully most) of them also realize that I respect them and genuinely care about them. (Note to those students that are reading this in some clandestine fashion: I respect you and genuinely care about you.)

A good part of me wonders whether I could pull off what Iverson did. Could I become a high school student? If I shaved, I could probably look young enough to blend in as a senior. I could even move down to Florida with my parents and attend a school that, if large enough like Claremont, nobody would notice the new kid. Too bad any administrator with half a brain would deny the project before it even got started, especially if they had any inkling of the trouble it caused for the principal and superintendent in California.

It's still fun to think about, though. Now I need to get back to borders to read the next 300 pages.

Some links related to this book:
Author's Web site
Critical Los Angeles Times piece
Initial News Article from Claremont High newspaper
Claremont High newspaper editorial
News Article from Claremont High newspaper

Barnes & Noble vs. Borders

Tonight, just to shake things up a little, I headed out to Borders instead of Barnes & Noble. I know, I need to get a life.

(Disclaimer: this is strictly a comparison of the B&N located in the Somerville Circle and the Borders located near Bridgewater Commons.)

Coffee: Borders - Seattle's Best. Able to choose between Medium & Dark Roasts. Prep area is messy. Includes "toppings" like nutmeg, cinnamon or vanilla. Barnes & Noble - Starbucks. Have to order in fancy words like 'venti.' Prep area is very clean and includes water with or without lemon gratis. Edge: Barnes & Noble.

Seating: Borders - Wooden chairs and tables in the cafe area, few spots for people to sit alone. Comfortable chairs lined up near the CD area. Even during peak hours, empty seats can be found away from the cafe area. Barnes & Noble - Extensive seating in the cafe area including comfy chairs and small tables set for two, but easily accomodating to one. Comfortable chairs scattered throughout the store as well. Sometimes hard to find a good seat during peak hours. Edge: Barnes & Noble.

Books: Borders - Decent history & local interest sections, extensive education titles. Some of my favorite education-related books came from here. Barnes & Noble - Excellent history & local interest sections, few education titles. Some of my favorite sociology-related books came from here. Edge: Borders.

Bathrooms: Borders - 1 urinal, 2 stalls. Pretty dirty. Sinks didn't work. Automatic dryers only. Barnes & Noble - 1 urinal, 2 stalls. Immaculately clean. Paper towels available. Edge: Barnes & Noble.

Ambiance: Borders - Interesting variety of music playing through the speakers. A live jazz trio (string bass, drum set and keyboard) played in the cafe area. Most of the patrons were mothers with children or middle-aged men. Barnes & Noble - Good music playing through the speakers. Lots of younger high school and college-aged people and middle-aged businesspeople. Edge: Draw.

Overall: I've spent much more time at Barnes & Noble than Borders, but tonight at Borders I was drawn into a book that kept me there long enough for a 50 cent coffee refill and 100+ pages of reading with no interruptions. Edge: Barnes & Noble.

Wednesday, October 04, 2006

Writing a book?

I've been thinking for the past few years that someday I'll write a book. Maybe about teaching, maybe something else will come up.

While sitting in Barnes & Noble tonight (reading excerpts from Bob Woodward's new book State of Denial), I thought it might be interesting to write a book from the perspective of a student in a school like the one I teach in. A school where nothing is ever good enough and every student is expected to achieve at a level far above what most teenagers can do in the United States.

I wrote the first few paragraphs. Any thoughts? Feedback? Should I even continue?

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“Time’s up! Let’s see how you did.”
That familiar feeling of dread begins to overtake me as I begrudgingly pass the practice SAT to my mother, awaiting her disapproving scowl in what has become a weekly practice in the Mason household.
“Don’t go too far, Dean. I’ll have this scored in a few minutes.”

It’s only the second week of my junior year at River Valley High School, the fifth ranked public school in New Jersey as the principal reminds us in his monthly newsletters, and already I’ve forgotten what the freedom of summer felt like.
Oh, that’s right, I spent my summer improving my college resume. Two weeks at Boy Scout camp, three weeks at the University of Pennsylvania summer enrichment camp, and courses in calculus and physics at the community college dominated July and August with a weeklong Habitat for Humanity trip to West Virginia thrown in for good measure.
I cannot wait to graduate and start college. Maybe then I’ll be able to relax for a change.

“1930. You went up 20 points from last week, Dean.”
As my mother yells up the stairs at me, I wait for the ‘but’ that inevitably follows such seemingly positive news.
“200 more points and you will be into Princeton and Harvard’s average range. You can do it!”
There it is. She fails to recognize the fact that 1930 is already 400 points above the national average, high enough to get into Elon University to major in Music Education. Too bad my mother has her sights set on the Ivy League schools, and a business or an engineering degree. There is nothing I can do about it, I guess. She is the one paying the bills.

As iTunes floods music throughout my room, I peruse my friends’ away messages:
Lisa – Does anybody have the AP Gov notes? Please send me them ASAP!
Mark – Stanford was gorgeous. It’s definitely in my top 10. Check out my blog for some pics.
John – Meeting with the AP Stats group. We have a huge presentation tomorrow.
Melissa – WTF, how can we have an exam in AP Lit already? I hate Randolph. Looks like the first all-nighter of the year tonight.
I think for a moment before adding mine to the list. ‘200 more points and I still won’t be good enough for this overachieving town.’

“That essay was ridiculous. Doesn’t she realize we’ve only been in school for a week and a half?”
Melissa, Mark, John, Lisa and I tend to vent our shared frustrations every day during lunch. Well, the days when we don’t have lab anyway.
“It wasn’t that bad,” I counter, “at least not compared to the pop quiz in AP government.”
Mr. Dukes - the award-winning, never-do-wrong, everyone scores a 5 on the AP exam - that Mr. Dukes, determined today to be the day to hit us with one of his infamous pop quizzes for the first time.