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For some reason, the entire post about the Native Sons of the Golden West, and GRS, has vanished. I’ll be looking for it; if necessary, I’ll do my best to re-write it.
Sorry for the inconvenience.
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The Native Sons of the Golden West is a fraternal lodge like the Elks, and does community service like the Lions. It comes from a noble old tradition of men’s lodges and women’s clubs which did much good work in their communities before government had the resources or the inclination. Part social, part uplifting, part hard work and fund-raising. These are community groups in some ways similar to Christian churches, since the meetings usually include a meal – a “communion,” one might call that – followed by shared exhortations and fundraising to fulfill community needs. Service/fraternal clubs often emphasize one or two areas of need. Shriners built a hospital for crippled children; the Lions Club builds parks and helps the blind; the Grange supports farmers.
George and Ted (Theodosia) Stewart played an important role in the service/fraternal club movement during their years at the University of California, Berkeley. In 1927, Ted helped found the University Section Club – so named because it had sections for members with different interests. The Drama Section was the one in which George and Ted were active, writing and performing plays in a reader’s theatre style. The socialization was a highlight for the Stewarts and the other members; and in the best tradition of such clubs, money raised by the Drama Section Club was used to buy milk for poor children. The Section Club’s motto, “Friendship and Philanthropy,” is a fine statement of the character of all such groups, including the Native Sons of the Golden West.
In such friendship and philanthropy, the service/fraternal groups are an excellent example of what Robert Putnam, in his classic work Bowling Alone, calls “high social capital.” According to Wikipedia, social capital was first defined in the way Putnam uses it by a West Virginia Educator, Supervisor of Rural Schools L.J. Hanifan. Hanifan wrote:
I do not refer to real estate, or to personal property or to cold cash, but rather to that in life which tends to make these tangible substances count for most in the daily lives of people, namely, goodwill, fellowship, mutual sympathy and social intercourse among a group of individuals and families who make up a social unit… If he may come into contact with his neighbour, and they with other neighbours, there will be an accumulation of social capital, which may immediately satisfy his social needs and which may bear a social potentiality sufficient to the substantial improvement of living conditions in the whole community. The community as a whole will benefit by the cooperation of all its parts, while the individual will find in his associations the advantages of the help, the sympathy, and the fellowship of his neighbours.
(Read the entire book here. Chapter VI is about social capital.)
The next leader to use the term was another famous educator, John Dewey. It is interesting to note that educators, like Hanifan, Dewey, and Putnam understand the need for and the positive power of social capital, while some businesses and public agencies seemingly do not. t.
George R. Stewart wrote about attacks on social capital in a brilliant chapter in his award-winning book Not So Rich As You Think. Although primarily about pollution and waste, Stewart also considers the waste of human talent that low social capital a threat to society. As I wrote, in an earlier post about the book:
In a chapter entitled “Waste Without Weight” Stewart describes how the modern corporate state weakens social capital by constantly moving people around and thus prevents those people from ever developing a sense of community. He suggests that the disorder caused by [such practices] may have a terrible effect on the personalities of humans, theorizing that juvenile delinquency may be one result.
In a society driven by the “bottom line,” economic capital becomes pre-eminent, and social capital is (purposefully, perhaps) weakened. But the Native Sons, the Section Clubs, and their ilk, keep social capital alive. These organizations are “Third Spaces” – places other than home or work where people informally gather to share ideas and meals in a relaxed, informal, voluntary atmosphere, and often organize to plan improvements to their communities.
So when old friend Paul Lapachet, at his sister Beth and Brother-in-Law Brian’s annual Christmas Eve Gathering in their beautiful Twin Peaks Home, invited me to speak to the Native Sons of the Golden West annual Discovery of Gold Celebration Banquet (which honors James Marshall’s discovery of the nugget that started the Gold Rush) I enthusiastically agreed. In the stressful time of a major move, it was good therapy to work up a presentation that would appeal to the diverse membership of the NSGW who were attending the banquet.
The banquet was held in Rancho Cordova, close to the Gold Discovery site at Coloma. A great storm which hit the area didn’t deter attendance.
The talk was well-received. Several people asked for more information about GRS and his work. Hopefully, there’ll be some new GRS fans soon.
Old friend, John Lucia, formerly of California state parks, an avid collector of and restorer of historical objects and houses, attended the talk. Afterwards, I accepted John and Angela Lucia’s kind invitation to leave the motel and stay in their magnificent home in an historic neighborhood of Sacramento.
John Lucia on the porch of his and Angela’s historic Sacramento home. (Angela was cooking.)
Then the massive storm – a GRS Maria if ever there was such – cleared, Donner Pass opened, and I headed east and south in the aged Chinook, to Carson City, Nevada. It’s not easy to make such a major change at this stage of life; but talking about George R. Stewart, staying with the Lucias (who knew the Stewarts), and then moving to Stewart Country, was encouraging and uplifting.
So far, I’ve met a fine bookseller, an artist, a writer, and other residents who inform me that Carson City has decided to become a city of outdoor recreation and the arts. GRS would be most happy – as I am. I feel at home here.
I’m now staying within walking distance from Stewart, Nevada, where GRS took this iconic portrait:
Thanks to Paul Lapachet, I’ve learned a lot about the NSGW. For one thing, I’d always assumed that one had to be a descendant of someone who arrived in California before 9,9, 1849. But that’s not the case – anyone who was born here can join.
I also learned how much good work the NSGW does in the field of historic preservation and interpretation. For example: the group places historic plaques in many locations; saved Sutter’s Fort from demolition; and is raising the funds to restore the Pioneer Monument at Donner Lake State Historic Park (a monument they originally built and donated to the state) AND build a new interpretive center there.
I intend to join the NSGW. I encourage all of you to consider it, too.
(Written in Stewart Country, not far from the California Trail and Donner Pass.)
Here’s a short report on one of the most interesting George R. Stewart projects now underway.
Junlin Pan, distinguished Chinese Scholar and writer who is currently working at an American university was asked by “the most prestigious publishing house in China” to translate George R. Stewart’s classic Names On The Land. Stewart was convinced the book could never be translated, since American place names have a unique American English flavor that most other languages can’t communicate. After all, how does one say “Bug Tussle” in Chinese?
But Junlin accepted the challenge, and went to work. She found me through Michael Ward’s fine GRS pages, contacted me, and asked if I could help her with some of the more arcane American words. I agreed, and we began the work about 18 months ago.
Yesterday, she sent her translation manuscript off to the publishers — Opus Perfeci, as George R. Stewart might say.
When there’s a publication date, I’ll let everyone know. In the meantime, you can see what some of the translation will look like – the Chinese and English at the top of this page mean the same thing.
If It’s a Wonderful Life can be a tradition at Christmas, why not this post from a year ago about the connections between that great film and George R. Stewart? So here it is, with only minor editing to bring it up to date.
But it has a bonus at the end – a radio interview with one of the stars, who was – of course – doing charitable work in the Central Coast area when Tom Wilmer of local PBS station KCBX found him:
This is the time of year when most of us watch the classic Christmas movies. A Christmas Carol with Alastair Sims, Miracle on 54th Street, A Child’s Christmas in Wales, (An almost unknown gem, produced in Canada, starring Denholm Elliot); and, of course, It’s a Wonderful Life.
Here in Arroyo Grande, the local theater, owned by a man who loves movies, shows one of those classics each Christmas. The admission is a can of food or a toy, to be donated to those in need – in the spirit of the movie. …To see such a film on the big screen, surrounded by local neighbors of all ages – to see how the children love the film – it is a reminder of what we’ve lost. Now we watch movies on TV, but usually alone, and always less intently – a kind of a digital sampling of the films. Like a CD, we miss much when we do that. But in the theater watching Miracle on Thirty-Fourth Street we missed nothing. And – how long since you’ve experienced this? – the audience clapped and cheered when the judge decided that, yes, Kris Kringle was indeed Santa Claus. It was a fine traditional twentieth century American Christmas experience.
For most of the people I know, It’s a Wonderful Life is the Christmas movie. So those who are George R. Stewart fans should know about the connection between that classic film and GRS.
George R. Stewart was raised in Indiana, Pennsylvania, where his mother’s family lived. His maternal grandfather, Andrew Wilson, planned to be a teacher, and even helped found a school nearby (which would become the prestigious Kiski School). But he couldn’t earn enough to support his family; so he went into the mercantile business. He had a hand in a hardware store there, owned by another Stewart. That Stewart’s son was James Stewart, also born and raised in Indiana.
George and Jimmy looked alike. With all the similarities in family history, geography, and physiology, you’d expect they were related. But they shared only one possible distant relative. And they lived in different worlds, in Indiana. The George Stewarts went to the middle-class Presbyterian church on the flats; Jimmy Stewart and his parents went to the upper-class Presbyterian church on the hill. GRS went to a public high school out west, Jimmy to a prestigious private school in the east.
Still, the lives paralleled in remarkable ways. GRS and his family moved to Pasadena; he went to Princeton; and after marriage moved his family to Berkeley, California. Jimmy went to Princeton, then moved to Pasadena; and spent his life in Southern California. GRS wrote books, two of which were filmed. Jimmy made films, like that grand Christmas classic we all love. GRS worked at the Disney studios for a time, an advisor to Walt himself. Jimmy worked at many studios, creating characters and stories that touched the hearts of millions. Ironically, GRS did not like the media, and apparently did not attend movies often, if at all.
Their paths apparently never crossed. GRS and his family left Indiana for California in 1905, when he was 12. That was the year James Stewart was born. Out west, nothing in their interests or their work brought them together. Since the film we now consider a classic failed in its initial run, it is unlikely GRS would have seen it even if he did go to the movies.
Yet, in this Christmas season, we should remember there is one thing they shared; and thanks to the film, we share it with them: The experience of life in a small American town in the early 20th century. Like a trip to Disneyland, a viewing of It’s a Wonderful Life enfolds us in such a place. For a time, we walk the streets and meet the people of the town and the time where both boys grew up.
Here’s a passage from my book about Indiana, Pennsylvania, as Bedford Falls:
George R. Stewart’s boyhood town was so archetypically American that it could pass for George Bailey’s “Bedford Falls” in Frank Capra’s It’s A Wonderful Life. In fact, the town was “Bedford Falls” – at least for the movie’s male star. Indiana, Pennsylvania, was also the boyhood home of James Stewart, who played “George Bailey” in Capra’s film. Although the movie’s “Bedford Falls” was built on a studio backlot in the San Fernando Valley, Jimmy Stewart said that when he walked onto the set for the first time he almost expected to hear the bells of his home church in Indiana.
Each year, Indiana holds an It’s a Wonderful Life Festival, with a parade, hot chocolate, tree lighting, and continuous showings of the film at the Jimmy Stewart Museum. It’s a winter festival; so the people lining the streets in their warm clothing bring life to a snow-bound town, like the movie brings life to the streets of the movie set town.
(The film’s Producer Director, Frank Capra, apparently modeled his set on the upstate New York town of Seneca Falls; but for Jimmy Stewart, star of the movie, Indiana, Pennsylvania, where he and George R. Stewart grew up, was the place he kept in his heart when he brought George Bailey to life.)
This Christmas, when you watch Capra’s great film (which, by the way, is playing here Christmas Eve, this year of 2016), give a thought to the boyhood of George R. Stewart. Keep in mind that GRS celebrated his Christmases in a town which for Jimmy Stewart was the model for iconic, American, Bedford Falls.
Merry Christmas to all.
PS. And here’s a Christmas gift, for 2016 readers – a link to the radio interview with “Tommy Bailey,” one of the Bailey children growing up in Bedford Falls, setting for It’s a Wonderful Life.
The attached text is from the comments section, but I wanted to highlight here. It came this morning, quite by surprise. Like the comments by other distinguished authors including Christopher Priest and James Sallis, it reminded me why I slog along this path of the honoring of George R. Stewart and his great novel, Earth Abides.
My original intention was to edit the message. But it is so integrated that it shall stand as sent. The only change is to add links to Terence Green and his work.
Just finished your biography of George R. Stewart. Enjoyed it immensely — a very fine book. Like all good biographies, it gives a sense of the times and the place as well as the individual — especially the UC Berkeley milieu of that era. (In short, I learned a lot.)
I’m a Canadian writer and teacher, born in 1947, currently in my 12th year of teaching creative writing at Western University in London, Ontario, Canada (this London is a city of some 300,000, 2 hours south-west of Toronto). Before that, I spent 30 years teaching high school English, primarily in Toronto. I’m also the author of 8 books [That’s a review of one] (7 novels and a collection of short stories).
I bought and read the Ace paperback of EARTH ABIDES back in the early 60s (62? 63?) as a high-school teenager, and was duly impressed… So impressed, I might add, that I still have that particular 50-cent edition (more than 50 years now) on a bookshelf here in my office — an old favorite, and probably a collector’s item of sorts. I rank it with A CANTICLE FOR LEIBOWITZ — also never out of print — as transcending any genre, moving people, and opening eyes — touching the mind and the heart, as the best literature does.
When I spotted the trade paperback edition published by Del Rey about a decade ago, I bought it and re-read it. I was impressed once again. It more than held up. And just recently, I read it for the 3rd time, still moved and impressed — enough to search the internet for more information on Stewart. This is how I found and ordered your book.
I just wanted you to hear yet another story of how far-reaching his work has been, and by extension, how far-reaching your own appreciation has been.
Many thanks for the scholarship (and work) involved in spreading the word. I like to think there’s a potential, significant, continuous groundswell for the book, and that it will indeed abide long into the future, like Ish’s hammer. And you’ve helped.
Thanks to Terence Green, and to all those who understand the greatness of George R. Stewart and Earth Abides; and who take the trouble to let others in the “Fellowship of the Hammer” know their feelings.
When I was a boy, the folks bought a record player and a recorded version of Robert Louis Stevenson’s Treasure Island. Dad said I wore the record out, especially the beginning with its stirring lines: “If ever a boy loved adventure, Jim Hawkins was his name.”
When George R. Stewart was a boy, wandering through the treasures in the family attic in Indiana, Pennsylvania, he found a copy of the book, Treasure Island. He took it downstairs, opened it and began to read. It changed his life.
He became fascinated with maps and mapping, inspired by the map to pirate’s treasure. Years later, he may have learned that Stevenson was similarly in love with maps; and he often mapped a story out first and then let the tale unfold as the map directed. Like Stevenson, Stewart would become an author of place, of geography, and of maps.
Stevenson’s book stayed with Stewart. When he was at UC Berkeley, working on his Master’s Degree, two fine professors helped him discover his style of writing and his subject – the geography and history of the west. He decided to write a Master’s Thesis which would combine the two. Treasure Island came to mind.
There was some evidence that “Treasure Island” was, in fact, located in the landscapes and history of the greater Bay Area. (One giveaway was the presence of rattlesnakes among Coast Live Oaks in the novel.) Stewart decided to use the internal evidence from the novel, research into Stevenson’s writings, and field research to see if he could discover where the Island was located.
Stewart found Treasure Island. The wave-swept beaches were the shores of Monterey Bay. The Coast Live Oak forests backed the Bay. The flat-topped mountain, Spyglass Hill, was Mount St. Helena, where Stevenson and his bride Fanny spent their honeymoon.
And the abandoned mine where the Stevensons spent their honeymoon gave Robert Louis Stevenson the name for one of his characters – one of the great characters of English literature.
Robert and Fanny stayed at the “old Juan Silverado mine.”
In English, roughly translated, that’s “old John of the Silver.”
“Long John Silver.”
Stewart had discovered not only the landscapes; he’d found Long John Silver himself.
If you visit the Napa wine country of California, it’s a short but winding drive north from Calistoga to “Robert Louis Stevenson State Park.” Hike the short Memorial Trail to find a plaque memorializing the Stevensons’ honeymoon – placed where the mine cabin, the Old Juan Silverado mine cabin, stood.
Or you can choose longer hikes which wind around and up and down Mount Saint Helena.
Afterward, visit one of those fine Napa Valley wineries and raise a glass of the wine Stevenson described as “bottled poetry” to celebrate your discovery of Treasure Island, and your meeting with Long John Silver himself.
For more information about Stevenson’s time in California, visit the pages of the Robert Louis Stevenson Organization.
Before you visit the park, review this page from the Robert Louis Stevenson Museum. And read The Silverado Squatters, Stevenson’s record of the California years. If you read the version edited by James Hart, From Scotland to Silverado, you’ll find George R. Stewart honored in the “Introduction” for his re-discovery of Treasure Island . As at Donner Lake, Stewart’s research and writing were the foundation for a California state park.
After Robert Louis Stevenson died, his widow, Fanny Stevenson, built a beautiful home on Hyde Street, near winding Lombard Street, on that long stretch of hill made famous by the Powell-Hyde Cable Car. The house eventually went to Noel Sullivan, a member of the family of Mayor James D. Phelan. Sullivan turned the place into a center of learning and the arts, holding frequent gatherings that included many members of what Ansel Adams once called “The Northern California Enlightenment” [or words to that effect]. Robert Louis Stevenson would have found that use most satisfying.