#summer 1915

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Bloomsbury group, July 1915: Lady Ottoline Morrell; Maria Huxley (née Nys); Lytton Strachey; Duncan Grant; Vanessa Bell

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View of guests on veranda at Pike's Summer Tavern in Topinabee, Michigan. Printed on front: "Veranda at Pike's Summer Tavern, Topinabee, Mich." Printed on back: "Post cards of quality. The Albertype Co., Brooklyn, N.Y." Handwritten on back: "Dear Marion, I cannot find the big silver Reeds spoon. I have even searched the garbage hole. Thought perhaps you might have put it away for safe keeping. The story of the big fish is not overdrawn. I watched the fight for five hours & it was exciting. Only came in when night came on. The men had it hooked for 30 hours & only gave up when [undecipherable]. With love." Card is postmarked August 5, 1915.

Burton Historical Collection, Detroit Public Library

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“The stars are wide and alive, they seem each like a smile of great sweetness, and they seem very near.”

-James Agee, Essay: “Knoxville: Summer of 1915.”

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Iridescent

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Miami Beach was incorporated on March 26, 1915.

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what's a song that you consider "essential listening" for people to understand you?

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Also looking through old Menorah Club newsletters from 1915, I found this gem from Jacob Schiff… his prediction about Jews in Germany (written in 1915):

PHOTO TEXT ID: “In Germany the Jews do not suffer. They have a high standing and occupy many high positions. There has, it is true, always been a certain anti-Semitic tendency in Germany. But I think this war will crush out most of that, in fact all class differences. I am quite confident that anti-Semitism in Germany is a thing of the past.”

Someone make the opposite of the Apollo’s prophecy meme…

Sir, I must inform 1915!You that you are incredibly off in your predictions. Like… so incredibly off that I literally started screaming when I read your little paragraph there.

It would be darkly comical if it weren’t so sad and devastating that you had no idea what was coming.

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Knoxville: Summer of 1915, Op. 24 | Samuel Barber, text by James Agee

Karina Gauvin, soprano; Royal Scottish National Orchestra; Marin Alsop, conductor

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Tom Thomson

Summer Day

Summer 1915

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I did it again (my other edits here)

1. Godward’s A Fair Reflection (1915) and Waterhouse’s The Soul of the Rose (1908)

2. Frank Cadogan Cowper’s Damsel of the Lake (1924) kissing the lady in Auguste Toulmouche’s The Kiss (c.1870)

3. Waterhouse’s A Song of Springtime (1913) and Auguste Toulmouche’s Woman and Roses (1879)

4. Evelyn De Morgan’s Ariadne in Naxos (1877) with Waterhouse’s Sweet Summer (1912)

5. A woman from Charles Perugini’s Dolce Far Niente (1882) about to wake up Victor Gilbert’s Sleeping Beauty (date unknown)

please reblog if you save! (except terfs, “gender critical” radfems and general transphobes, y’all can block me please)

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Summer is a fairy who, in three or four days, turns nature green again.

Anaïs Nin, in a diary entry dated 23 May 1915 featured in The Early Diary of Anaïs Nin, 1914-1920

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Hans Nikolaj Hansen - Summer day at Grenen (1915)

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(Here is one of my short essays looking at James’ Agee’s depiction of a childhood memory. Agee wields lucidity and the human senses to his advantage, crafting the scene for the reader in such a way that readers may even wonder if Agee’s memory is their own. I highly recommend reading the essay on your own, too.)

Writing a Memory

(Jack. C. February, 2024)

James Agee accomplishes something in his essay, “Knoxville: Summer of 1915,” that many writers can never do: Agee writes a memory. But not just any memory—an accurate one. Not often can authors convey the essence of a dreamlike memory without having it feel patchy or even unrealistic. Meanwhile, Agee cleverly uses language and style tactics to his advantage in order to poetically describe his memory of the Knoxville summer of his youth, so readers feel as though they were there themselves.

When it comes to Agee’s thesis, many will disregard Agee’s essay as being pointless. Nevertheless, that is not the case. Instead, Agee does not attempt to push for a specific point but instead strives to keep his thesis elusive in the hopes of his message being an essence of itself. In a way, it is almost as though the essay becomes a vessel for an attempt to see if Agee can accurately describe his memory, which he achieves. Of course, there are underlying themes that one may view as the thesis, such as the sense of collective living as depicted in the “hose scene,” but overall, no direct thesis is ever stated.

As mentioned, Agee’s essay captures a memory from his youth. One instance of this would be during what some may call the “hose scene.” Agee has somehow written in his essay about hoses for almost an entire page. One line reads, “Out of any one hose, the almost dead silence of the release, and the short still arch of the separate big crops, silence as a half breath, and the only noise the flattering noise on leaves and the slapped grass at the fall of each big drop” (Atwan, Oates, p. 172). There exists no better way to describe a memory than relaying for the reader the sounds over and over, for, in a sense, most memories are simply our senses being preserved and reexamined.

In terms of the style of Agee’s essay, he attempts to bring readers closer—closer to himself, but more importantly, closer to his memory. Perhaps readers may even begin to wonder if this memory exists as one of their own. Readers feel confident in Agee’s view as no hesitation or second-guessing exists regarding his style. Moreover, Agee may even be hyper-confident, considering the use of an entire page to discuss hoses. Personally, I ended up buying Agee’s book, A Death in the Family, after reading his essay. His poetic and elusive style is something I wish to be able to emulate one day. In the end, Agee accomplishes what many authors fail to do: accurately portraying a memory so vividly that the reader feels as though it may be their own.

Works Cited

Atwan, Robert, and Oates, Joyce Carol. The Best American Essay of the Century. Houghton Mifflin Co., 2000.

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Mousetrapped Weekend Filler #1: The Winkler Street Orphans, Summer 1915

Sorry, weekends are when I recover and work on comics for the next week, but I will try to post production art.

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The Dinosaur National Monument was declared a national monument on October 4, 1915.