At first blush, themes touched on in Michelle’s blog and
those of my new book, The Mighty Mastiff
of the Mayflower, would seem to have no common ground. Michelle’s passion
is teaching kids about nature, expanding their horizons so that they come to
know the world and its cultures beyond their own. "Muck about. Meet the locals.
Expand your world." Three phrases, commands almost, that also very succinctly
sum up the well-known pilgrim story as told through the eyes of the mastiff Grace,
the main character of my book.
The pilgrims were very much “mucking about” in several
senses of the word. Most of the passengers who boarded Mayflower in 1620 for
the now famous voyage were traveling neophytes. The had little experience will
sailing ships, dealing with the endless details of purchasing supplies for a
new colony, and the machinations of business men and their dealings. Leaders
like Cushman, Martin, Bradford, and Carver were certainly mucking about. They
would get bogged down, have to slog through and ultimately get a little dirty
learning the ways of the business world.
Having safely made the ocean crossing, the pilgrims were
still very much mucking about. They spent nearly a month, in a very literal
sense, tromping about the wilds of Cape Cod looking for a settlement location.
With an intended destination of the mouth of the Hudson River, the pilgrims were
very much out of their comfort zone. They explored by foot through streams,
over dunes, and across low tide mud flats. They explored by shallop, (an open
rowing and sailing boat), across Cape Cod Bay and ultimately into what is now
Plymouth in the midst of a snowstorm.
Although their primary focus was on finding a place to
settle, they gathered information about the natural world. They mention the
abundance of whales and fish in the bay. They find caches of seed corn,
evidence of a healthy growing environment. They marvel at the flowing fresh
water streams and the oaks, pines, juniper, sassafras, and other sweet woods
growing right down to the sea itself. The kind of observations any budding
observer of the natural world would be proud to record.
“Meet the locals,” the pilgrims did indeed. The first
encounter of the pilgrims with the native populations was not as friendly as
the image of Indians teaching pilgrims to plant corn with fish we all learned
in grade school would suggest. Several times prior to 1620, other Europeans had
touched at Cape Cod. Their visits resulted in the kidnapping of over twenty
Natives from the Nauset area alone. When the pilgrims arrived, these events were
no doubt still fresh in the minds of the local population. Very early one
morning the pilgrim exploration party was awoken by shouts of natives followed
by arrows flying into the pilgrim encampment. Pilgrim men shot off their
muskets, shouted their own war cries and hurried away in the shallop with no
injuries recorded on either side. It is truly a testament to the individuals on
both sides that a treaty was later hammered out that provided peace to the
early colony, at least for the first fifty years or so.
There can be no question that the pilgrims expanded their
horizons. For many of the passengers, the voyage to North America was a voyage
to a new world. They had to leave behind the comforts of family, familiar
surroundings and the security of knowing what to expect from each new day. In
New Plimoth, every day brought new experiences, new understanding of their
surroundings and the realizations that without continuing to learn and grow
their very existence would be in jeopardy. These are lessons, Michelle’s blog,
Polliwog on Safari, continues to teach today.
Peter Arenstam was born on a farm in western
Massachusetts and grew up near the ocean in Plymouth. He works at the living
history museum Plimoth Plantation where he cares for the reproduction ship
Mayflower II. He is author of the four book series, Nicholas, A
Massachusetts Tale, published by Mitten Press, and co-author of National
Geographic's, Mayflower 1620: A New Look at a Pilgrim Voyage. His most
recent book, The Mighty Mastiff of the Mayflower, published by The
History Press, was just released. Peter is currently pursuing an MFA in
writing for children at Simmons College in Boston, MA.
From Michelle: The Mighty Mastiff of the Mayflower is perfectly suited to readers in grades 3-5. For those who live in Massachusetts, it dovetails nicely with grade 3 Social Studies curriculum. Beautiful full-color illustrations by Karen Busch Holman bring Peter's wonderful words to life.
For those who live in eastern Massachusetts or may be vacationing in Plymouth, "America's Hometown," please come to Peter's book launch party. It's being held July 28th, at Mayflower II in Plymouth, MA from 1-3 pm. I'll be there with my kids. How about you?
This weekend, my husband and I went to see Beautiful (the Carol King story) at The Boston Opera House.
It was a cold night, and we planned to walk to dinner and then back to the theater, so I opted to wear this gorgeous cape made by my mom. I don’t wear it often, but it seemed like the perfect opportunity.
Mom made this cape for me at my request many years ago. The inspiration: the cape Tim Curry wore when he played Cardinal Richelieu in The Three Musketeers. Sure, he was a bad guy, but his cape was fabulous. I mean, no-one could make an exit like the Cardinal when he whipped that cape around.
We had a wonderful night—delicious dinner, gorgeous theater, and inspiring show. My mom used to play Carol King when I was growing up, but I didn’t know her story.
I was in nearby New Bedford, MA with my kids yesterday for their music lessons. Normally, I go upstairs with them in this wonderful old factory that has been converted to studio spaces, but yesterday was sunny and nearly 60 F (15.5 C) so I opted to stay outside in the sun. Eventually I decided to lie down and this is what I saw. It immediately made me think of Dublin.
I realized that I don’t look at the sky here as much as I did in Dublin. I always watched the rushing clouds and the changing color of the sky. If you’ve been following me long enough, you probably remember the many sky photos I posted.
Why don’t I do that here? I think it’s because the sky is a piece of nature I could always see, no matter where I was in Dublin. I could be surrounded by buildings and look up. Here in Southeast Massachusetts, I’m surrounded by nature. Somehow that has translated to me not looking up as much. I should change that.
When is told my family about this over dinner they all knew what I was talking about before I had even explained it. My daughter commented that we were always looking at the sky between the buildings at Clancy Quay (where we lived). It’s funny how this all became clear to me because I looked up yesterday.
Also, I miss Dublin.
#nature #rurallife #citylife
The weather was spectacular today. After school, my daughter and I took a hike in the woods and had fun taking photos with the setting sun. That’s me in the first photo. I balance-beamed out to the end of that fallen tree. (The ice was not safe). #nofilter #playoutside #nature
From Thursday to Sunday, I was at a writing retreat in Vermont. I find being among other book creators so inspiring that I often lose track of time and forget to go outside. Either I’m engaged in meaningful conversations about books or off on my own writing.
Today, between appointments and other commitments, I claimed a much-needed hour outside to hike, write, and reflect on my weekend.
#amwriting #nofilter #latergram
Just finished Finding Langston by @lclineransome Started bf bed last night. Had to finish this morning. Don’t be fooled by it’s slimness. It packs a whole lot of love and pain and beauty into 104 pages. Passing it to my daughter to read. #KidLit
Bog views from my walk today. #RochesterLife #nature
Went to see @katwrightkatwright @narrowscenter last night. Great show and excellent venue. Added bonus: I got to see @painternik9 show again. It’s a bit surreal to attend a concert and see illustrations from our book hanging in the gallery just outside the concert room. #FlyingDeep #livemusic
It was 20 degrees below zero F with the wind chill in New Hampshire yesterday. That didn’t stop my friend and I from taking a walk or our kids from going sledding and cross country skiing. One friend even snowshoed most of the way up Tenney Mountain. We were all fine once we bundled up. The sleds didn’t fare as well, though.
I’d like to say it’s much warmer back here in southeastern Massachusetts, but it isn’t. Brrrr. (That’s me in the purple coat, by the way).
Want to learn an instrument in the New Year? My son @dantecusolito is accepting students for guitar, ukulele, and bass. He teaches ages 5 through adult. All lessons happen at 88 Hatch St. (Hatch Street Studios) in New Bedford, MA. Please share this with anyone you know who might be interested.
Email firstname.lastname@example.org for more information. @southcoastlessons
It’s not all airplanes all the time over here. Sometimes @dantecusolito takes a break from building planes to build a ski bike.
Now if we would only get some snow...