A Redcoat Aberdeen Laird Sizes Up The Colonies; A Bluecoat Kirkcubright Lad Up-Sizes The Continental Navy. Plus: Damey Makes John Paul Scones!

HAPPY FOURTH OF JULY DEPT.

https://www.bl.uk/picturing-places/articles/lord-adam-gordon-goes-to-north-america-fifteen-views-in-the-kings-topographical-collection

Lord Adam Gordon. Career soldier, and MP for Aberdeenshire. Fourth son of a Duke, he was promoted to Colonel of the 66th Regiment of Foot, in 1763, and set off on a long tour of the Colonies to inspect the fortifications, and note the state of the colonists’ loyalty. He began in the South, and worked his way north.

The Charleston City Library has a link to Milord’s description of Charleston: https://www.ccpl.org/charleston-time-machine/lord-adam-gordon%E2%80%99s-description-charleston-1765

Remember His Lordship’s etchings, including this one of Harlem from the Bronx:

“The city of New York has long been held at home the first in America,
though it neither comes up to Philadelphia in beauty, regularity, size, or the
number of its inhabitants and houses. Of the last there are under 3000 at this
time, about 300 stores, 12 churches and places of worship, and perhaps 20,000
inhabitants. Here are more Negroes than in any northern province, and by being
the seat of government, civil and military, and the place to which all the money
for the exigencies of America is sent from Britain, is rich. The situation of it is
cool, being on a point formed by Hudson’s River, which runs up many miles
and is navigable above Albany, and by East River or Sound, which dividing the
main from Long Island runs towards Boston and Rhode Island and forms an
inland navigation safe and very commodious for many miles. Over against the
town to the eastward lies a part of Long Island, which has been long peopled;
the soil of it is naturally light and sandy and almost worn out, yet the old
inhabitants are loath to quit this hold, on account of its remarkable healthiness
and pleasantness….
The land in the neighborhood of York is naturally as bad as can be and as full
of stones, but the great demand for all stock and necessaries, as well for
themselves as the shipping, renders it worth-while to improve all that is within
reach of the town, or within reach of the banks of either of the two rivers on
which it stands.
On this road you meet with houses and villages all the way to Boston, which
stands on a peninsula with a narrow neck or causeway, which is the only access
by land to it. [Boston] has been settled [one hundred thirty-five years]—next to
Virginia—has in it 2100 houses, many of which are better, more spacious, and
more commodious than those I saw either at Philadelphia or New York. They
all have gardens, and within it is a Common and a Mall, and two remarkable
rising grounds called the Beacon Hill and the Fort Hill. From these you
command all the town, the harbor, the Castle, the River Charles, and all the
country, and I doubt much if there is in the world a finer or more variegated
prospect. The Main Street is two miles long, leading from the gate all the way to
the ferry which plies over Charles River to Charleston, a very pretty village
rather older than Boston and very well served.
The number of inhabitants in town are supposed to be about 23,000; in the
Province of Massachusetts, 350,000, and about 10,000 fit to bear arms, but this
calculation is rather high. This is more like an English old town than any in
America. The language and manner of the people very much resemble the old
country, and all the neighboring lands and villages carry with them the same
idea. The better kind of people in and near the town seem well bred and
sensible. They lament their present plan of government, which throws too
much weight into the popular scale; they know by experience the bad
consequences attending that circumstance. When the Stamp Duty was first laid
by act of Parliament in 1765, the first and most flagrant acts of opposition to it
and of riotous and licentious spirit in the mob broke out here and were fatal to
the house and property of their Lieutenant Governor, Mr. Hutchinson.…
Although the face of the country is very rough and stony about Boston and
some miles round, yet it is a most healthy climate and kindly soil, producing
every European grain and root in plenty and perfection, besides Indian corn. I
never saw such quantities of apple and pear trees; all the roads are lined with
them. The poorest farmer or rather proprietor has one or more orchards, and
cider is their common drink, although they grow good barley and hops grow
there, everywhere, with little trouble or culture, more large and high than any I
remember in Surrey. Cider is so plenty as to sell at a dollar a barrel, cask
included—34 gallons.
The men here resemble much the people of Old England, from whence most
of them are sprung. I was rather surprised to find here, and not amongst the
richest, the respectable names of Howard, Wentworth, Pelham, Pierpoint,
Dudley, Carey, Russell, Temple, and many others of less note and ambiguity;
but the levelling principle here everywhere operates strongly and takes the lead.
Everybody has property and everybody knows it…”

— Lord Adam Gordon

Also very interesting is Lord Adam’s description of colonial Virginia:

The Rappahanock at Fredericksburg, the heart of the region praised by Gordon below. Excepting the bridge, this is how his fellow Scots, Gov. Spottiswoode and John Paul Jones would have Viewed it. For that matter, ditto for John Smith and Powhatan and Pocahontas and Gen. Hugh Mercer and Presidents Jefferson and Madison and Tyler and Gen. Lee and a hundred thousand bloodied, muddied boys in Blue and Gray….

“I am well assured by gentlemen whose veracity I can depend upon that the
back country of Virginia, particularly towards Lord Fairfax’s property, is as fine
and rich land as any in the world, producing all kinds of grain and grass in
perfection and great abundance, being also extremely temperate as to climate
and having scarce any mosquitoes or other troublesome insects. The soil of the
lower part of Virginia is light, though often a whitish clay at bottom, producing
the best tobacco in the world and many other useful crops. From the high duty
on that commodity its value is fallen, and many people are going upon hemp,
which it is hoped may succeed if the bounty is continued.
This province was the first settled of any on the continent; it has always been
a loyal one. The first settlers were many of them younger brothers of good
families in England who for different motives chose to quit home in search of
better fortune; their descendants, who possess the greatest land properties in
the province, have intermarried and have had always a much greater connection
with and dependence on the mother country than any other province, the
nature of their situation being such from the commodiousness and number of
navigable rivers and creeks that they may export to and import from home
everything they raise or want from within a few miles of their own houses and
cheaper than any neighboring province could supply them.
Money is at present a scarce commodity. All goes to England, and I am much
at a loss to find out how they will find specie to pay the duties last imposed on
them by the Parliament.…
Upon the whole, was [it] the case to live in America, this province in point of
company and climate would be my choice in preference to any I have yet seen.
The country in general is more cleared of wood, the houses are larger, better,
and more commodious than those to the southward, their breed of horses
extremely good and in particular those they run in their carriages, which are
mostly from thoroughbred horses and country mares. They all drive six horses
and travel generally from 8 to 9 miles an hour, going frequently 60 miles to
dinner. You may conclude from this their roads are extremely good.…

— Lord Adam Gordon

The roads in colonial Virginia good? Compared with Scotland, yes, they were, probably! And speaking of Fredericksburg: one of its colonial citizens was John Paul Jones, a plucky Scottish immigrant. Like many Scottish immigrants in the Virginia piedmont, temporarily trying to make it as a landlubber and a planter and a man of business (the river view, above, was roughly in his back yard.) Patient Reader, he returned to the sea.

“JOHN PAUL SCONES”

CREAM SCONES WITH CURRANTS
from THE AMERICA’S TEST KITCHEN Family Cookbook, REVISED EDITION (2006)

MAKES 8; PREP TIME: 5 minutes; TOTAL TIME: 40 minutes

This most traditional scone has a biscuit-like texture obtained by using both butter and heavy cream. The easiest and most reliable approaclh to mixing the butter into the dry ingredients is to use a food processor fitted with the metal blade. Resist the urge to eat the scones hot out of the oven. Letting them cool for at least 10 minutes firms them up and improves their texture

2 cups all-purpose flour, plus extra for the counter
3 tablespoons sugar
1 tablespoon baking powder
2 teaspoon salt
5 tablespoons unsalted butter, cut into 1-inch cubes and chilled
1/2 cup currants
1 cup heavy cream

1. Adjust an oven rack to the middle position and heat the oven to 450 degrees. Pulse the fjord with a few slightly larger butter lumps, about 12 pulses.

2. Add the currants and quickly pulse once to combine. Transfer the dough to a large bowl. Stir in the cream with a rubber spatula until dough begins to form, about 30 seconds.

3. Turn the dough and any floury bits out onto a floured counter and knead until it formsa rough, slightly sticky ball, 5 to 10 seconds. Press the dough into a 9-inch cake pan. Unmold the dough and cut into 8 wedges. Place the wedges on an ungreased baking sheet.

4. Bake until the scone tops are light brown, 12 to 15 minutes. Cool on a wire rack for at least 10 minutes. Serve warm or at room temperature.

My Beer Is Rheingold, the Dry Beer

YOUTUBE REMEMBERS DEPT.

For anybody who lived in, or around, the brewery ad-buy market of Little Old New York: here is the best jingle ever, as I remember it, in Waldteufel’s own three-quarter time:

View too the famous “marching beer bottles” ad, with the jingle in 2/2…no, 6/8 march time. These ads linger.

The Devil Made ‘Em Do It

MONUMENT CONTROVERSY DEPT.

Last week we re-Viewed the “historicity” of the bronze Fr. Serras scattered around the state. For years they have been targets of vandalism, and lately, the calls to remove or re-interpret the most inappropriate memorials, are growing louder, and angrier. Statues are being pulled down.

The Catholic Archbishop of San Francisco is taking the challenge seriously, doubling down on his defense of the statues and going so far as to say those who wish to remove them, are tools of the Devil:

The controversial archbishop of San Francisco claimed Father Junipero Serra, the man famed for bringing Catholicism to California in the 1700s, is a “great hero” and “great defender” of Indigenous peoples and partly blamed the removal of Serra’s monument in Golden Gate Park on the devil. Archbishop Salvatore Cordileone, head of the archdiocese of San Francisco, held an exorcism and conducted “acts of reparation” in Golden Gate Park Saturday at the site of the statue, which was pulled down by protesters on June 19.This is the activity of the evil one who wants to bring down the church, who wants to bring down all Christian believers,” Cordileone said in a YouTube video of the event.
“So we offer that prayer and bless this ground with holy water so that God might purify it, sanctify it.” He said the statue’s removal was “disparaging of the memory of Serra, who was such a great hero, such a great defender of the Indigenous people of this land.”This is not a characterization shared by most Indigenous peoples. Jonathan Cordero, chairperson of the Ramaytush Ohlone and California Native history expert, told the San Francisco Chronicle he believes up to 80% of the Indigenous population died in Serra’s mission system. Serra is considered by some to be a de facto slave owner who used the labor of Native individuals against their will to build the missions.
“Everywhere they put a mission the majority of Indians are gone,” Ron Andrade, then-executive director of the Los Angeles City/County Native American Indian Commission, told the Guardian at the time of Serra’s canonization in 2015, “and Serra knew what they were doing: They were taking the land, taking the crops, he knew the soldiers were raping women, and he turned his head.” Cordileone further praised the mission system at the weekend ceremony, saying there is “ignorance of the real history.”
“I would ask our people to learn the history of Father Serra, the missions, the whole history of the church, so they can appreciate the great legacy the church has given us, given the world. So much truth, beauty and goodness,” he said. “It’s a wonderful legacy that we should be proud of. There are those that want to make us feel ashamed of it.”

— SF Chronicle report, 7/1/2020

FACT CHECK: While Mr. Andrade of the Ohlone group is on good grounds of evidence in asserting the overall disastrous effect upon the Indians at the Missions, it is an inaccurate rhetorical flourish to assert that Fr. Serra “knew the soldiers were raping women, and he turned his head.” He certainly did NOT turn his head, in fact, the Father President did absolutely everything he could to punish promiscuous soldiers, report them to Mexico City, have them re-assigned or discharged. In fact, out of his ideological imperative to completely separate the corrupting soldiers from the native girls, Serra came up with a system with the most horrifying consequences for the Indians. He arranged the system of monjeros, “women’s houses,” to lock up the nubiles each night in window-less adobe barracks little better than jails. Without access to their own men to defend them or comfort them, the Indian women proved even more vulnerable to attacks by rogue soldiers. And the un-hygienic conditions of the monjeros proved to be perfect spreading grounds for syphillis in practically the whole population of breeding females. This was, in itself, probably the main demographic driver of Indian collapse. But it was not caused by Serra “turning his head” at the Indian rapes. In fact, the opposite.



A Wee Ribald Bit O’ Gay Scottish History

HAPPY PRIDE DEPT.

LA Pride was cancelled this year due to coronavirus (and we had such a nice cool, June gloom morning for it too!)

So I’ll honor the day virtually, with Douglas Byng’s rip-roaring “Flora MacDonald” drag act from the 1930s. The Gay Moment has a lang pedigree, after all. I found this bit on “Listen To the Banned: Songs Banned on BBC Radio, 1921-1939” on cassette tape format, in a South Bridge used record shop in Edinburgh, in 1984. Turn up the volume — the Hieland camp is flung fast and furious.

https://drive.google.com/file/d/1FDfjlGgufRjQ_bucrRRXmXiHXbIIy4t-/view?usp=sharing

Imagine a drag queen on cigarette cards! Operetta, Burlesque, Vaudeville, Revue, and Cabaret were always wide-open to cross-dressing: from ‘pants roles’ to viragos and sissy performances of all stripes. Douglas Byng was a star attraction of the Roy Fox Orchestra at the Monsiegneur in the stylish West End, throughout the 1930s. There’s a clip below of a live floorshow performance: it’s certainly not his best work, but you get a visual idea of a “sophisticated” night out for London Society.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6CDRpp6u14g