We’re pleased to announce a new professional development program from Heritage Philadelphia Program (HPP). The HPP Scholars program will award small grants to support individual practitioners in the development of imaginative interpretive projects. Applications for the first round of awards are due August 31.
Want to know more? Follow this link to our website for application information, and feel free to contact Laura Koloski with any questions you may have (lkoloski@pcah.us).
Monday, July 20, 2009
Tuesday, July 7, 2009
From the Field: HPP Travels Lincoln’s Commute—From the White House to the Cottage
We were lost. Though signs pointed to a nearby entrance to Lincoln’s Cottage, we drove the perimeter of a cemetery once, and again. I peered at rows of similar tombstones: thin, white, standing close in the grass. This was not a Victorian cemetery of eclectic monuments, not The Woodlands of my West Philadelphia neighborhood, a cemetery I wander to see competing obelisks and ornate crypts of prominent Philadelphians. Our tour group was driving the bounds of a burial ground for military comrades, the Soldiers’ and Airmen’s Home National Cemetery, adjacent to Lincoln’s Cottage. Our tour guide described a Lincoln who wandered among these tombstones while reciting poetry.
This cemetery detour was actually a most appropriate, though dour, “pre-trip experience” that informed my visit to Lincoln’s Cottage. On the way to an historic site, a traveler often finds clues that illuminate and juxtapose present and past. In a more light-hearted example, the pilgrim seeking Walt Whitman’s Birthplace on Long Island will first pass the bustle of cars entering the Walt Whitman Mall, before arriving at the quiet of the Whitman family farmhouse. These reminders of the past orient and disorient a visitor before a traveller arrives at an historic site.
Our path to Lincoln’s Cottage, beginning in downtown Washington, was similar in direction and even length to the route Lincoln took to arrive at the Cottage in Northwest D.C. In 2009, Washington traffic slows a bus to the speed of a horse. During warm months of 1862 through 1864, Lincoln commuted about four miles to the White House and returned to the Cottage at night. The Cottage provided a respite in which he could work with full concentration, and relax in moments.
Lincoln needed to get away. At that most famous home-office on Pennsylvania Avenue, Lincoln received delegations of visitors and worked in a house of possessions and pomp. Additionally, the Capital was a busy center of war preparations; caravans of artillery and militia passed through the streets. Present too, were the consequences of war: hospitals full of wounded men. This is the Washington of Lincoln and also of Whitman as nurse, who wrote of his tending to soldiers in The Wound-Dresser, “Returning, resuming, I thread my way through the hospitals....”
Lincoln’s path to respite at the Cottage was inherently dangerous, and Lincoln preferred to ride alone, leaving in advance of his cavalry. A sniper shot at Lincoln on his path to the White House in August of 1864. After the attack, Lincoln’s Secretary of War implored him to ride with guards. Once at the Cottage, Lincoln did not escape the Civil War. In this retreat, Lincoln wrote much of the Emancipation Proclamation in the summer of 1863. The Cottage is on the grounds of the Armed Forces Retirement Home; veterans sometimes joined Lincoln for breakfast.
Lincoln’s Cottage has been restored by the National Trust, who chose to keep furnishings spare and supplement architecture with sound installations and video. The bare wall of the study reveals horizontal marks of light wood where the President’s bookshelves once stood. From these bookshelves, the President pulled Shakespeare, which Lincoln read to Secretary John Hay until “...my heavy eyelids caught his considerate notice & he sent me to bed.”
Lincoln’s nights at the Cottage were also full of uncertainty. “I couldn’t rest and thought I’d take a walk,” said the brooding Lincoln to Lieutenant Ashmun, an officer who saw the President wandering beyond the guarded grounds of the Cottage and encouraged him to return to the house. These anecdotes about Lincoln, revealed by the interpretation at Lincoln’s Cottage, describe a human president at his most restless, diligent, and even relaxed, a range of states that may be familiar to many of us who have faced personal and professional challenges.
Christy Schneider works in museum education and administration in Philadelphia.
This cemetery detour was actually a most appropriate, though dour, “pre-trip experience” that informed my visit to Lincoln’s Cottage. On the way to an historic site, a traveler often finds clues that illuminate and juxtapose present and past. In a more light-hearted example, the pilgrim seeking Walt Whitman’s Birthplace on Long Island will first pass the bustle of cars entering the Walt Whitman Mall, before arriving at the quiet of the Whitman family farmhouse. These reminders of the past orient and disorient a visitor before a traveller arrives at an historic site.
Our path to Lincoln’s Cottage, beginning in downtown Washington, was similar in direction and even length to the route Lincoln took to arrive at the Cottage in Northwest D.C. In 2009, Washington traffic slows a bus to the speed of a horse. During warm months of 1862 through 1864, Lincoln commuted about four miles to the White House and returned to the Cottage at night. The Cottage provided a respite in which he could work with full concentration, and relax in moments.
Lincoln needed to get away. At that most famous home-office on Pennsylvania Avenue, Lincoln received delegations of visitors and worked in a house of possessions and pomp. Additionally, the Capital was a busy center of war preparations; caravans of artillery and militia passed through the streets. Present too, were the consequences of war: hospitals full of wounded men. This is the Washington of Lincoln and also of Whitman as nurse, who wrote of his tending to soldiers in The Wound-Dresser, “Returning, resuming, I thread my way through the hospitals....”
Lincoln’s path to respite at the Cottage was inherently dangerous, and Lincoln preferred to ride alone, leaving in advance of his cavalry. A sniper shot at Lincoln on his path to the White House in August of 1864. After the attack, Lincoln’s Secretary of War implored him to ride with guards. Once at the Cottage, Lincoln did not escape the Civil War. In this retreat, Lincoln wrote much of the Emancipation Proclamation in the summer of 1863. The Cottage is on the grounds of the Armed Forces Retirement Home; veterans sometimes joined Lincoln for breakfast.
Lincoln’s Cottage has been restored by the National Trust, who chose to keep furnishings spare and supplement architecture with sound installations and video. The bare wall of the study reveals horizontal marks of light wood where the President’s bookshelves once stood. From these bookshelves, the President pulled Shakespeare, which Lincoln read to Secretary John Hay until “...my heavy eyelids caught his considerate notice & he sent me to bed.”
Lincoln’s nights at the Cottage were also full of uncertainty. “I couldn’t rest and thought I’d take a walk,” said the brooding Lincoln to Lieutenant Ashmun, an officer who saw the President wandering beyond the guarded grounds of the Cottage and encouraged him to return to the house. These anecdotes about Lincoln, revealed by the interpretation at Lincoln’s Cottage, describe a human president at his most restless, diligent, and even relaxed, a range of states that may be familiar to many of us who have faced personal and professional challenges.
Christy Schneider works in museum education and administration in Philadelphia.
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