An Outpost of Progress – The Narrative – A Journey Onward

There are certain preconceptions, often reinforced by too much TV or too many movies, that rob us of accurate perspectives of the geography of different places. When we think of South America as being one vast jungle we are no better informed than our fifteenth century brethren who had maps whose edges contained annotations of here be dragons. A more accurate rendering might be that there are still huge areas that have yet to be made accessible – some of them still as remote as when Bill Leach wrote this in 1937 – and that they include all varieties of geology, flora and fauna and sometimes the best way to relate someone else’s story – particularly when you are using their words to do it is just to get out-of-the-way and let them speak for themselves.

Looking through the jungle from Caripito toward the mountains and tomorrow

Looking through the jungle from Caripito toward the mountains and tomorrow

April 1,1937,  and  I am prepared to go  to Temblador. The meaning of the word in Spanish or Venezuelan is “Electric  eel”.  I left Caripito late in the  afternoon with W. C. Proctor who came  from Cumarebo to take the job of tool pusher  in the Temblador area.  We arrived in Quiriquire at about supper time and picked up a chauffeur.  Left Quiriquire  about 7:00 P.M.  and departed for Maturin,  made a stop for pampherilia for the chauffeur,   and continued for our next stop which was Santa Barbera. The ride from Maturin was  a bit  irregular in  that we crossed several rivers and crossed rather large Savannahs,  but did not  see anything interesting.

Dikes in the foreground being built to protect the savannah from river flooding.

Dikes in the foreground being built to protect the savannah from river flooding.

Stayed overnight  in Santa Barbera at the  adobe home of a friend of Procotor,  and although the rest was  insufficient for a set of tired muscles and bones,   I can say that   I really enjoyed the belated rest.   I had    for  the first time,since  I arrived in Venezuela,   the pleasure  (?) of attempting in a    “Chinchura” which is the Venezuelan equivalent of a hammock.   I wont even attempt to  say just how many times I nearly fell out of the   “Chinchura”while  trying to get to sleep  in a comfortable sleeping position.   One actually has  to lie crosswise  in this type of sleeper.     However  it was a novelty and an experience for a northerner.

If not actually travelling on the river you are never far from it

If not actually travelling on the river you are never far from it

The following morning I made only a weak attempt to partake  of the native breakfast;   two fried eggs and  they were greasy,   an onion,   and  a cup of coffee     well,   I only ate the  eggs  and  thought  that it would be best to wait until I arrived at the Gulf Oil Camp at Officina.  After a rather dusty ride  over vast,  and  I mean vast,   flat lowlands or  savannahs we finally arrived at the camp.   I did eat a hearty dinner and after a short rest we  decided that  it would be best to continue for Temblador.

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The ensuing ride towards our destination was a tortuous one,  in that  it was   dusty,  dry,  and bumpy.   It certainly will feel good to ride over the smooth pavement again and  I wonder whether or not I’ll ever feel like leaving the  good old U.S.A.  again,  even if it  is for the love of money. We had to ford a few rivers and at one place,  namely the Rio Tenoro,  we were  met at the  river bank by a group of natives who guided the  driver over the  best part of the river bed.  It is always best to have  twenty (20)   Bolivars ready for this   emergency otherwise the  driver will lead himself through places gouged out in the  river bed by these canny natives. These natives are not as  dumb as one thinks that they are.  Woe be  it to the  driver who does not have the  20 Bolivars  for the natives at the  start of the fording of the  river –  if one gets stuck in the river bed he  can be assured that  the pulling out of the auto will easily cost him at  least 100 Bolivars,   and if the driver  is fresh and  berates the natives this man can figure on remaining in the  river bed until other  aid arrives in the  form of a passing truck or auto containing some help.  Although it is sort of a gyp I will readily admit that  it  is best  to have  the 20 Bfs on sight.

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We also crossed the bad lands and forded the river in the area called Purgatoria, and the name does not miss it by a heck of a lot.  The ride thru this area was as tiresome as any of the route taken by us.  The land is as cut up as the area around Espanola, Tucumcari, or in other ways similar to pictures that I have seen of Estes Park, Colorado.  The land is as arid as I have encountered in the southwestern part of the U.S., and although there are a few scattered rivulets one would wonder just why they did not dry up in a short time.  The creeks or rivulets have their banks lined with numbers of Morichi Palms, and these trees gave a sort of tropical appearance to the surrounding bareness of the country.

The trunk of a Morichi palm

The trunk of a Morichi palm

These Morichi Palm trees along the rivers give the traveler a good idea of what an oasis in the desert is like to a traveler lost in the wide expanses of a foreign territory; such was the feeling that coursed through me when I saw the “Canyo” in the middle of the Purgatoria area.

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Later in the day I saw some more beautifully plumaged parrots, birds, and a few perfectly white herons or cranes. These white creatures surely are graceful in their flight; also saw my first deer in this area and it certainly did make a fast getaway from our vicinity.

SOV at Temblador from a derrick top

SOV at Temblador from a derrick top

Well, it took about five and one-half hours to go from Officina to our destination, Temblador – we arrived just in time to go to super. After the meal I straightened out my things and took a well-earned comfortable rest.

Native huts at Mata Negra village near Temblador

Native huts at Mata Negra village near Temblador

Bill had grown up in upstate New York. From Schenectady he and his brothers had been able to hop on the train and see Babe Ruth play baseball in either Boston or New York and he had his first real job with GE there. The transition to the New Mexico School of Mines must have been something of a shock to him perched on the edge of the desert and the mountains but even though Socorro was thirty miles from water and four feet from Hell there were roads and signs and a sense of civilization. In Venezuela he had his first confrontation with the state of nature, not some idyllic literary fallacy but rather the miles of nothing that could be benign or treacherous – or both – and the possibilities had to be exciting and frightening at the same time.

 

An Outpost of Progress – The Heart of Darkness

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Patio of La Rotunda – Caracas, Venezuela.   Jail Chief Pacheco earned a unique reputation in murdering political prisoners. While Pacheco’s underlings tortured prospective corpses, Pacheco drowned out the victims cries with sentimental strains of the harp. He was christened NERO. He is now serving a 25 year sentence in jail.

One of the essential elements of travel is that you often find yourself in a place that does not share the political system that you live with at home on a daily basis. For many Americans that means they may be visiting a county that has little or no use for political dissension and absolutely no scruples about how they suppress it. The myth of Simon Bolívar is that he played a key role in Latin America‘s successful struggle for independence from the Spanish Empire and was the Washington of South America. The reality is that he was closer to Napoleon having finally proclaimed himself dictator on the 27th of August 1828 just as the little corporal had himself crowned emperor. Much of Venezuela‘s 19th century history was characterized by political turmoil and dictatorial rule. In 1899 Cipriano Castro, assisted by his friend Juan Vicente Gómez, seized power in Caracas, marching an army from his base in the Andean state of Táchira. Castro defaulted on Venezuela’s considerable foreign debts, and declined to pay compensation to foreigners caught up in Venezuela’s civil wars but when Castro left for medical treatment in Germany and was promptly overthrown by Gómez.

The Rotunda viewed from above - the same yard served for exercise and execution.

The Rotunda viewed from above – the same yard served for exercise and execution.

The discovery of massive oil deposits in Lake Maracaibo during World War I prompted an economic boom that would make Venezuela’s per capita gross domestic product Latin America’s highest.  Gómez benefited handsomely from this, as corruption thrived, but at the same time, the new source of income helped him centralize the Venezuelan state and develop its authority. He remained the most powerful man in Venezuela until his death in 1935. The gomecista dictatorship system largely continued under Eleazar López Contreras until 1941 with only the periodic nods to democratic reform that have passed like breezes through the savannah from time to time. Prehaps Bolivar’s words, All who served the Revolution have plowed the sea, are prophetic and only in the rarest and happiest of circumstances can people truly enjoy the fruits of a republican government. Although Standard Oil practised politics only at the highest level during his service there and the workers were shielded from most of the political instability Bill still witnessed the aftermath of horror. Bolivar, being sterile, left no heirs but that has not stopped the sterility of ideas that have filled the political vacuum from Bolivar to Chavez – and beyond.

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Hole in Wall. President Gomez used to put his political prisoners in such a cell where the prisoner was cramped for room. Light came from a small hole about the size of a brick. Prisoners were poorly taken care of and usually went crazy or died of starvation. The prison is now demolished. [pictures taken in 1937]

An Outpost of Progress – The Narrative – Routine and Change

Going to Venezuela was not Bill’s first job after graduating from the New Mexico School of Mines in 1935. That summer he started out by prospecting in the Durango – Silverton area of Colorado, living rough in the hills and finding nothing. The Depression was still at full throttle and the more New Deal programs that sought to solve it the worse it would become but he did spend some time with the CCC working on projects in New Mexico and picking up what work he could. His brother, Steven, who had graduated from the School of Mines as well worked for the New Mexico Highway Department after his first job in a mine ended by climbing out an emergency exit after the mine began to flood and would eventually go to work for Humble Oil. One of Bill’s classmates, George Wiegand, went go to work for Standard Oil signing on for a better paying job by going to Venezuela and Bill would follow the dollars as well.

New Mexico Institute of Mining and Technology Class of 1935 - Leach is bottom row far right and Wiegand is second row far left.

New Mexico Institute of Mining and Technology Class of 1935 – Leach is bottom row far right and Wiegand is second row far left.

A professor once warned us that not everything we wrote would be deathless prose. This is especially true most of the young, a large number of the middle-aged and a fair sampling of the elderly. This episode proves that Bill had a long way to go but we continue to reproduce his words faithfully as a source document. This episode is about his time at the Standard Oil Village at Caripito and although no one could recognize the place from this account and his photographs today they do capture a moment in time.

One of two ways to get there. La savanah de Cachipo - Pan American airport for Caripito

One of two ways to get there. La savannah de Cachipo – Pan American airport for Caripito

Here it is March 6 th. and I have been gone since January 2nd, and what have I done to make myself useful!  Time really does fly by without one thinking of just where it goes and what one has done; practically all the days are the same consequently one does not pay any attention to the days going by. Routine work, if one cares to call it that, for all one does is to get up about 6 in the morning,  go to breakfast before 7, then to work until 11:30. After dinner one takes the noon hour siesta until 1:00 at which time we start in to work; the work continues until 4:00 if one has the desire to feel towards working. After 4:00 a good share of the fellows meander to the club for a drink or to the bowling alleys to work up an appetite for supper or a sweat for a shower. Then comes supper from 6:00 to 7:30. After supper the fellows meander to the clubhouse to read the latest papers or magazines.

The main highway - the river - with the village in the background

The main highway – the river – with the village in the background

Oftentimes I go up to the bowling alleys where I dash off a few games to keep fit for it really pays for one to keep fit in this type of country. Only a few nights ago I rolled a 255 game bunched with 192, 184 and 158.
On Sundays 1 usually have breakfast about 8:30 and then take walk around the golf course.  Sunday is a day for throwing the bull and sometimes the bull flies thick and fast — in this case one usually takes it all in with  a grain of salt, depending, on the source of the bull.  In the afternoon one usually goes to the club for a drink, or to watch the swimmers, or to watch the softball game. I.. the evening about everyone goes to the show for there is no other place to go.

Looking toward the 8th green at the golf course.

Looking toward the 8th green at the golf course.

On other evenings I spend my time studying either Spanish or Russian, the latter I found in. the club library. Believe you me I find that the Russian language in not so easy to grasp. Other times I go sit around the room musing aud trying to reason why I ever came down here into this country. This is certainly the place to really study yourself out and try to figure for the future and in my case the future is so darn far ahead that I hate to even think of it.

The "extranjeros" shopping by daylight

The “extranjeros” shopping by daylight

At times I can go down to the town of Caripito, but what is there to see or smell except the vile and putrid smells of the native villagers and they are an awfully foul smelly lot. It is funny to take a stroll down to the village at night and to smile inwardly at the way the native girls try to  make  any of the new comers, “extranjeros” as they refer to them. It is too darn unwise to go down the town and mix with the natives for there is no telling just what one can pick up in the way of disease and it is a known fact that fully 90 percent of the people in any of these villages have about any form of disease known and the worst part of it is that they are contagious.  After one is initiated into his or her first trip to this or any other village one usually feels like kicking ones self for making an ass of ones self — and if one makes the trip a second time he or she ought to get a good kick in the most sensitive spot, especially where it hurts the most.

Let me live in a house by the side of the road And be a friend to man

Let me live in a house by the side of the road And be a friend to man

Received letters from Steve, Mary, Tillie, Arline and I replied promptly for I want to hear from them again. Letters surely are a God send for the imbeciles who have the nerve to plant themselves here for three years.

Andy Wiegand arrived here from Pedernales on Monday, March 15th. and it sure did do me good to see him a good-sized chinfest about things in general.

Washday at Rio Caripi

Washday at Rio Caripi

Yesterday, March 16th. I found that I was scheduled to go to Temblador  which is about 200 kilometers south of here, in the “Savannah” country and which I understand is similar to West Texas and Eastern New Mexico. However I’ll soon find out in short, order for I am to leave on Saturday 20th. I hope that the place will come up to expectations but I have my doubts, One consolation is that I’ll go there with the idea in mind that I started with the field – by that I mean I’ll be considered as being brought up with the field

Sunset looking west from Caripito

Sunset looking west from Caripito

Caripito now has around 50,000 inhabitants. It is the third largest city in the state of Monagas, Venezuela and hosts both the Universidad Nacional Abierta and Instituto Universitario Tecnológico de Caripito.

 

 

Some thoughts on travel

This blog started out to record my grandmother’s life in large part based on the evidence of an album of postcards from the turn of the twentieth century that were found buried among the detritus accumulated by a family that has never thrown anything away – so the theme of travel has been there since the first. Uncovering the layers of family history began with travel since her entire family was comprised of Irish immigrants and she would be in the first generation to marry outside of that tight circle of the sons of Erin – but not outside of The Faith [that would wait for another two generations]. Of necessity immigrants were travellers. Add to that that her father and brother were in the shipping business and you still have travellers. In her own case being part of a generation prior to the First World War where travel was thought to complete a liberal education and she was something of a traveller herself.

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While her family may have come over below the deck rather than before the mast there was a world of difference between their immigrant experience and her progress through a Cook’s Tour. Her father and brother may have still done business on the great waters but although it was certainly less wholly cocoon like than modern tourism her experience of the Grand Tour was still tourism. The next true travel would be done by her son-in-law in his search for better employment as an expatriate in Venezuela and while this could not be categorized as tourism it still doesn’t quite rise to the level of exploration – either geographical or cultural. Her grandson would cover tens of thousands of miles over the land, through the air and across the seas – always looking for a ship, retracing many of the routes of his ancestors in the process, but at the end of the day concluding that there might be some places he would have liked to have seen but there was no place he wanted to go.

 

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Finally we come to her great-grandson. Not quite like Dr. Livingstone he went to Africa in aid of the Good News of Salvation but went he did. After a preliminary reconnaissance between his years at seminary after his ordination he continued to Capetown for two years of service. On completion of that obligation he has taken a sabbatical and in proceeding by fits and starts from Capetown to Cairo and may be the first member of the family to do any real travelling in quite a while.  He is ascending what has been a route of imperial conquest from the days of Pharoah and Solomon through the days of Cecil Rhodes – and may well be again if the Chinese decide to consolidate the dark continent into their little empire, or if islam decides to spread south and east this time writing off the west as a waste [geopolitics will be interesting for the next hundred years!] – and was a trading route for untold centuries before that.

He maintains his own blog of his travels at  packslight.wordpress.com and recently sent me these pictures from the Capital Art Studio in Zanzibar, Tanzania. They are what caused me to reflect on the nature of travel since they are pictures of one of the oldest, continuously used, form of watercraft in the world. Dhows are an ancient form of Indian boat, with much of the wood for their construction originally coming from the forests of India. The dhow was known for its most distinctive feature – a triangular or lateen sail with older type vessels are now called buum, zaaruuq, and badan still having the double-ended hulls that come to a point at both the bow and the stern. Dhows with square sterns have the classifications of gaghalah, ganja, sanbuuq, jihaazi with the square stern  a product of European influence from the Portuguese traders of the sixteenth century. Even the name “dhow” is somewhat improvised since the generic word for ship in Arab is markab and safiinah, fulk is used in the koran  and the word daw is a Swahili name, not used by the Arabs but popularized by English writers in the nineteenth century in the incorrect form of dhow.

What they are called is finally not of any great consequence. They are beautiful watercraft and have been working boats since before the Greeks built their first trireme. I still don’t want to travel on one but they do make you think fondly of far away places with strange-sounding names and the people who are there that remember you in their travels.

An Outpost of Progress – The Narrative – Getting Situated

Continuing Bill Leach’s narrative of his time in Venezuela in the late 1930’s we pick up where we left off last week. If you are a city boy and move someplace where the drugstore, the diner and the cinema are not just around the corner it is more than a small shock and requires some acclimatization. Fortunately most of us find ourselves in places where we are too busy to notice what isn’t there and too interested in what is there to worry about it anyway. As usual Bill’s original text is italicized and everything else isn’t.

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There are relatively high mountains to the west and the north and there may he a possibility of getting up there sometime. No doubt there will be plenty to see around any of these mountains in this vicinity for they seem to he full of vegetation; This no doubt is due to the fact that we have so much rain and when I say rain I mean that there is always plenty of it.
Early in the morning and during most of the days one is able to hear the screaming and squawking of the various birds and parrots which incidentally are always flying around in pairs.  Some of the brightly plumaged parrots have their long tails trailing behind them like the tail of a comet. These parrots certainly beautifully colored.

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There are countless numbers of gayly colored lizards which are harmless. They devour any and all insects that are within reach and they are a great help in the riddance of these pests. The butterflies in this area certainly do have plenty of color.  One of the fellows in the camp is making a hobby of collecting them and he really does have a fine collection; he must have in the neighborhood of five hundred.

Juan, the Venezuelan boy who is under my wing with the possibility of making a draftsman out of him has told me of what to expect to see in the inland waters that contain numerous water boas. He related an account wherein a water boa had a hard fight with an alligator. At first I sort of took it  with a grain of salt but after hearing practically the same stories from other sources that were more authentic why I believed the remainder of the stories that Juan related to me.  To a total stranger some of these stories seem rather far-fetched but are an actual reality. I have seen pictures of a snake cut open and inside were the remains of an alligator. I have also seen a picture of a boa (a real live one) that was tethered   to a pole – the rope was fully one inch in diameter.

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Friday, February 26th, I attended a birthday party held for Howard Voss at the Peterson home. The party consisted of Byron Judah, George Johnson, Mr. and Mrs. Peterson, Mr. and Mrs. Gluckert and myself. Had a very fine time and appreciated being invited to the affair.

Sunday, February 28th, Judah, Johnsen and I went for a horseback ride through the jungle trails in the vicinity of the pumper station. Through the jungle the riding was very close for the underbrush was heavy and thick. I will admit that I kept my eyes on the alert for any and all possibilities, for being a stranger in a strange country and in an area wherein there are constant lurking dangers I must admit that I felt creepy at times. Most of the time I was too far back of Johnsen and Judah to feel comfortable. At almost any time I expected to see almost any form of animal life creep across the path.
I surely did see new plants and flower life and they are certainly inter­esting to gaze at. I imagine that it would be interesting to make a study of the various forms of plant life)  that one comes across. A machete would come in handy and useful in the dense undergrowth.

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At night I joined a supper held at D-27 the following were present at the supper; Mr. and Mrs. Gluckert, Emerick, Judah, Brown, Krasse,Voss and myself. After the party the whole gang went to the show to see the “Gorgeous Hussy”

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THE PLOT – It’s the early nineteenth century Washington. Young adult Margaret O’Neal – Peggy to most that know her – is the daughter of Major William O’Neal, who is the innkeeper of the establishment where most out-of-town politicians and military men stay when they’re in Washington. Peggy is pretty and politically aware. She is courted by several of those politicians and military men who all want to marry her, except for the one with who she is truly in love. Because of her personal situation at the time, she, in 1828, becomes the unofficial first lady to help her old friend – “old” both in terms of age and length of time – Andrew Jackson, who has just been elected President of the United States. Jackson and Peggy have the same political outlook, where the union of the states is paramount, especially when many states see their rights as being more important than the union. Jackson had a rough ride during the election in large part because his wife, Rachel Jackson, was seen as a pipe smoking hayseed, unfit to live in the White House. On her deathbed, Rachel asked Peggy to take care of Jackson. Peggy, as unofficial first lady, gets as rough a ride as Rachel did, because of her own marital status and the undue influence she may assert over Jackson. Because of her relationship with Jackson, Peggy has to decide which of the conflicting issues of her political convictions, being with the man she truly loves or respectability is of greatest priority in her life.

Apparently Hollywood has been turning out drivel since the first reel was spooled into a camera and this movie was certainly no exception. The important thing is that the camps were being supplied with relatively new films in order to keep the workers happy. Unlike today when everything is available by satellite as recently as 10 or 15 years ago if you worked on board a ship you might get 10 or 15 year old movies to watch – if any – the oil companies have always paid better, fed better and taken better care of their employees than any other organization.

An Outpost of Progress – The Narrative – Arrival

It is summertime and I am going to take something of vacation – part of it will be real since after 30 years of asking I finally bought my wife tickets for an Alaska cruise – and part of it will be will be an odessy of the mind since I will be travelling back to the tales I heard from my father as a boy and fleshing them out with the journal and photographs that he left for me. Dad could tell a mighty fine story and although certain parts were bowdlerized for my benefit as a boy the real stories leave no one any the worse for the wear. A few purists may complain that his writing does not meet the criteria of Strunk and White but we would remind them they are dealing with a source document that is seventy-five years old and we believe it more important to maintain the integrity of the document than to meet artificial [and often inelegant] predispositions towards modern usage.  Dad’s words will appear in italics any my notes, asides, postscript and other intrusions into the narrative will not.

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I had often felt urge  to  go  to  South-America,   particularly  the  jungle, where  I  could  see nature  dressed up  in another  cloak.  There were new sights to be had for the offing,  namely  the  soft  tropical moonlight nights, natives who were actually going native,   vegetation of variable descriptions,   animals of various  sizes and  colors,  mountains  that had an entirely different  scheme of  coloration,   and native villages where  the  sun dipped thatched roofs were vainly trying to peep out from under the  cover of brush.  All of  this seemed to be,  to my mind,   obtainable  for  the  slight consideration  of  spending a term of  three  years in  the   jungle. So you can see that my mind and heart was set upon seeing some part of our Latin-American brother countries. Whether I was to be delightfully surprised or disillusioned utterly will be found out at the end of three years.

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My first few days out of Portland were  spent roving around the decks of the Norwegian tanker  Teddy.   I did not relish the ride as much as I should have,  considering the fact  that   this was  to be my first  real ride over the sea.   I really did not  enjoy the rolling and tilting of the  ship to any extent.  [Only] Upon reaching the vicinity off Cape Hatteras,  North  Carolina did  I Begin to show any interest  in the boat ride.  From this  point  on I  began to  take inter­est   in the surrounding sea.  I stationed myself at  the  bow of t he  ship taking great  delight in watching the various sizes of flying fish take-off on graceful glides.  It  surely does amuse  a stranger  to  see these  finny creatures take a perfect take-off and then disappear into the sea again. I can tell you  that it is almost  impossible to tally the countless creatures scampering about. Interest was greatly increased just before the  ship entered the Caribbean Sea just   west  of the  Island of Granada,  prior to  entering the mouth of the Gulf of Paria at the eastern part  of Venezuela.   While  strutting around the pilot deck my attention was brought to a school of porpoises that  were skimm­ing the surface of the water;  there must have been at   least  a dozen    flitting gracefully and the  nearness  of the ship did not tend to scare any of them away. I kept my eyes opened for the sight of more  of  these tropical  fish but  did not see any until the later   part  of  the day.   While  sailing  in the  shallower part  of a coral reef my attention was attracted by the sight of an odd  shaped creature that had all  the appearances of a small hammerhead  shark,  but not being a piscatorialist I could not identify it.  This  odd  sight   encouraged me to look more intently  for more curious sights.    My time and patience  was  rewarded as  I  caught  a good glimpse  of more  larger  sized  porpoises and one  thing that I really wanted to see; a shark.   This  shark as  far as I could see was in  the neighborhood of 15  feet long and it had a head about the size of a vinegar barrel. After this animal disappeared I looked vainly for the appearances of other creatures but to no avail.    By this time the tanker   entered the mouth of the Gulf of Paria and  I contented myself with looking over the  mountainous coast of Venezuela.  In a short while we were  casually propelling ourselves into the harbor of Guiria,  where I was  to undergo the official  customs test.

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The customs official boat brought  me ashore  on  Sunday, January 17, 1937, at 6:30  P.M. I spent  two days at the Guiria  Camp and had a good time — it   surely did sur­prise me to see such a fine  camp in such rank surroundings. On the night of 18 th.  I slept  on board the  “Mosquito  Tanker”  SURINAM.  The next   day was   spent watching the SURINAM unload  its cargo off oil  to the  TEDDY. At  6:00 P.M.   the SURINAM started on   its trek for   the Carpito wharf.   Since  the ride up the San Juan  River was made at   night  I missed the river scenes and the possibility of seeing any of  the river creatures,  such as alligators,  water snakes,  and the like.
The  SURINAM finally docked at the  Caripito wharf at  about midnight.   I arose early the following morning and received the first  good glimpse  of  the eastern Venezuela  jungle. At 8:00 o’clock a  small motorboat arrived from the wharf to take me further on my trip.  From the  wharf I rode on a  small flat  car operated by a Ford Y-8 motor and  this “Uncovered ‘”wagon” took me through approximately two and a half miles of  the  jungle. During the  short ride my eyes were  intently gazing in all  directions   to  see what  could  be seen plants,  trees,  birds,  and, gayly plumaged parrots that were flitting overhead in all  directions.     It  would be  rather hard to describe with any accuracy all the types of plants  and  trees that were on both sides of  the narrow gauge  track; however  it  was  all  new to me and  I took all of  it   in with interest.   The “Uncovered Wagon” finally stopped at  the warehouse and  I waited for the  S.O.V.   taxi to take me to the  camp proper. Incidentally a Mr.  Delbert Lewis who got  on the boat  at Guiria poured all types of comments to me about  the  country in general. 

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After arriving at the general offices Lewis brought me in and introduced me to my future boss Mr. J. A. Holmes who is the eastern division petroleum engineer.    After  a few intro­ductions Lewis and I went  over  to the mess hall and ate breakfast. I was then ushered to my rooming quarters which was  only temporary.  I took the room of one of t he   fellows who was on a local leave. Met  some darn nice fellows in  D-27,  namely,  Rudd Krasse of New York City,   Joe Brown  of Omaha, Nebraska, and Byron Judah of Houston, Texas.  These   fellows certainly did every­thing to make me feel at home and I appreciate their  effort. On the 21st.   I rode to  Quiriquire, some 80 miles away, for a physical examin­ation.  This ride was  taken  through the jungle;  this  trip kept me busy gazing at the various trees and brush that lined both  sides of the  road.  I find myself busily occupied with plenty of work pertaining to drawings and graphs necessary for the annual report.  At other  times I do my best  to teach one of the Venezuelans the intricacies and mysteries of drafting. For recreation I find time to bowl,  take long walks,  play golf,  and, see the latest  shows. How long I’ll be located here I cannot say,  but  in the near future I understand that my next  stopping point will be either Quiriquire or Temblador, in the southern part  of Venezuela in the savannah country.

POSTSCRIPT

This story starts in 1937. The shooting war between the United States and the Axis would not start for another four years and Dad would play his part in that war, as so many Americans did, but one of the greatest tolls that the war would take would be on merchant shipping – including the two vessels pictured above. While Dad would spend his career in the oil patch I grew up to be a wharf rat and followed the Young family in doing business on the great waters so my contribution to this post will be about the ships.

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The tanker Teddy was lost in 1940 while on a voyage from Abadan to Singapore with a cargo of 10 137 tons fuel oil when captured by Atlantis.  The captain and 19 others were transferred to Atlantis, while 12 remained on Teddy, 8 of whom were engine room crew. Teddy was not sunk immediately, but with a prize crew under the command of Lieutenant Breuers she was ordered south to await further orders, while Atlantis went looking for other ships, the Norwegian M/T Ole Jacob being her next victim on Nov. 10.

Ship’s position when raider appeared was 5 30N 86 30E. Time: 00:45, November 8-1940. Raider loomed up on starboard beam, disappeared ahead and then altered course 180 degrees and came close alongside on port side. The raider flashed searchlights on the tanker’s gun and bridge and flashed to the captain: “This is HMS A…… (captain said it might have been Antenor but he was not quite certain) and I want to look at your papers. She further ordered them not to use their wireless. A boat was lowered from the raider and when it came alongside German voices were heard. They came aboard so quickly the boarding officer reached the bridge before anything could be done. Boarding officer’s name was Mohr. The Teddy was abandoned by her crew at 3 am and they were taken on board the raider and sent below. The master reports that on Nov.-13 the Teddy was picked up again and she was sunk on the 14th after some difficulty. She was finally sunk by explosive charges, apparently two of them, then shell fire after she did not immediately sink. She was not seen to sink, but when raider left, a column of smoke 1000 feet high could be seen on the horizon.

The raider took off the Teddy’s provisions but none of the fuel oil. She took some of Teddy’s diesel oil for her own use. The seaplane was sent out nearly every day, and could be hoisted out within a very few minutes. This gave the raider plenty of time to avoid capture by day, and also revealed if any prospective prizes were in the offing. The raider’s officers told him they picked him up by luck at night from the light from one porthole improperly darkened aft. The raider had an extremely efficient system of lookouts with excellent binoculars.

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The Allan Jackson was a tanker traveling from Cartagena, Columbia to New York. The week before her sinking, she had picked up 72,870 barrels of crude oil, which was near to capacity. The crew consisted of thirty-five officers and men. The beginning of a long list of ships that were attacked by German U-boats began with the Allan Jackson. This area of the Atlantic would become known as Torpedo Alley. On the morning of January 18th, 1942 at 1:35 AM the U-66 launched two torpedoes which struck the Allan Jackson. The first torpedo hit the forward tank on the vessel’s starboard side and exploded beneath an empty cargo hold. The damage was reported to be minor. The second torpedo hit even closer to the bow. The force of the explosion was so severe that it split the tanker into two. The oil cargo began to leak out in all directions.

Only lifeboat 3 remained useable. The boat was lowered and eight members of the crew jumped inside. Meanwhile, Captain Kretchmer was searching the deck for remaining crew members. The suction from the sinking ship began to pull him away from the bridge ladder. The captain was able to grab a couple of small boards and drifted away from the wreckage. Second mate Matte Rand and Seaman Larson were also afloat on pieces of wreckage. Third Mate Boris A. Voronsoff and Junior Third Mate Francis M. Bacon were also clinging to wreckage and joined up with the other two. However, shortly thereafter Bacon died. At the first light of day with the Allan Jackson was gone with only an oil slick left as a remembrance. Boatswain Clausen attempted signaling with his flashlight was fortunately seen by the U.S. Destroyer Roe. The Roe was able to pick up all survivors. However, the tragedy of the night took its toll as only thirteen of the listed thirty-five crewmen survived.

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The Grand Tour – Part III – England

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Wrapping up our tour of England this week we are returning to our primary source material – Margaret Edythe Young’s album – and find a post card dated August 3, 1901 from her brother John addressed to Misses Edythe and Laureene Young at 3324 Avenue L, Galveston, Texas.  It has an almost superfluous scene of Westminster Abbey since its real intent is simply to drop a line and let the folks at home know where you are. The real account of what is going on will follow in the letter where greater details may be given and the prying eyes of the house may be guarded against scandal.

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The only other card from London is a panorama of the Houses of Parliament. What today’s reader may not fully grasp is that the buildings were as new and as marvelous for the tourists as the Millennium Dome would be a century later. Without quite the entertainment value of the London Eye it still drew crowds to watch the quaint peers mete out just and unjust laws to a savage race and listen to the tolling of Big Ben.

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I am his majesty’s dog at Kew, Pray tell me whose dog are you? was a bit of doggerel inscribed on a tag for one of the dogs at Kew Gardens that are also now known as the Royal Botanic Gardens. They date their foundation from 1759 and the Pagoda was constructed in 1761. The pagoda was designed by William Chambers, a Scotsman who was born in Gothenburg, Sweden, where his father was a merchant. Between 1740 and 1749 he was employed by the Swedish East India Company making three voyages to China where he studied Chinese architecture and decoration.  Through a recommendation he was appointed architectural tutor to the Prince of Wales, later George III, and he worked for Augusta, Dowager Princess of Wales making fanciful garden buildings at Kew and publishing a book of Chinese designs which were widely copied. Covering hundreds of acres and incorporating nearly 30,000 species of plants as well as a minor palace [appropriately enough the royal nursery] and an abundance of unique architecture  including The Temperate House – a greenhouse, the world’s largest surviving Victorian glass structure commissioned in 1859 which covering nearly 50 acres it rises to a height of over 60 feet the Gardens would be as thoroughly observed as the museums.

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London may have been the center of England much as Rome is the center of Italy but there were other places to go and other things to see. Italy has Florence and Venice and to a much lesser degree England has Glasgow and Liverpool. Liverpool would have been of particular interest to the Young family because of the maritime connection and because it was the main port where the Irish came and went between the two islands. America had its love affair with skyscrapers – in many ways vertical factories – while Europe gave up the dreaming spires of Oxford and the soaring vaulted domes of cathedrals for the relatively pedestrian wedding of steel and tourism and threw up towers seeking to create the new Babel, at a profit.

In 1889 the French had opened the Eiffel Tower as the entrance arch to the World’s Fair. Seeking to capitalize on their success in 1894 London opened its Blackpool Tower and in 1900 Liverpool opened the New Brighton Tower. Although similar in design and intent neither of the English towers ever approached the importance of the original in terms of cultural status or financial success. The singular distinction of the New Brighton Tower is as a musical footnote. In 1897 Granville Bantock, a young conductor, was appointed and given a full orchestra. The proprietors wanted him to give mainly light music concerts for the tourists. Bantock, finding himself in charge of a full orchestra decided the content did not have to cater for popular tastes and he embarked on advanced concerts of the new composers, as well as his own works. He was also conductor of the Liverpool Orchestral Society with which he premiered Delius’s Brigg Fair and perhaps most importantly he premiered in the UK works of Richard Strauss and Jean Sibelius who dedicated his third symphony to him. While I find no notes about his music in any of the correspondence it could not have been any worse than Little Richard or the Beatles both of whom played the Blackpool venue.

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During the latter half of the 19th century Liverpool became Britain’s No 1 port for passengers wishing to travel to America, and the shipping and commerce of the Mersey were exceeded only by those of the Thames with its Ports of London and Tilbury. Liverpool’s  position was threatened in the 1890s after the London & South Western Railway purchased Southampton Docks in 1892 and initiated substantial improvements offering a quick turn-round for ships – which are very expensive and earn no money when they are idle and not at sea. Although this was exactly the opposite of the situation in the competition between Galveston and Houston, Galveston had one thing in common with Liverpool in that both dock companies were run by private investors.

In 1858 the Liverpool Corporation would divest its dock interests to a new public body as a result of pressure from parliament, dock merchants and some rival port operators – just as the Port of Galveston would eventually take over from the Galveston Wharf Board after the Port of Houston had been built with tax dollars that were not available for Galveston since it paid a dividend to private investors. As a lesson for the learning it must be noted that in the case of Liverpool in 1972 the Board was reconstituted as a company to allow it to raise money for new building initiatives and projects – maybe the market works best after all. The New Dock Board offices pictured above still exist and still serve as the offices for the Port of Liverpool.

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Nec Aspera Terrent (Difficulties be Damned)is a more than justifiable motto for the King’s Regiment (Liverpool). In one form or another its history ranges from 1685 until 1958 when England said farewell to its regiments in favor of putting everything under the control of modern major generals. During the late nineteenth century one battalion of the regiment would do more than its fair share of fighting and dying in Burma and at the turn of the century the other battalion would endure Mournful Monday, the Siege of Ladysmith and the Black Week of December during the Boer War.

While John Young, the elder, might have ambitions to gaining social acceptance by publicly assuming the role of an “English” gentleman at home in Galveston the record shows that he was as much a great supporter of Parnell and the advocates of Irish freedom when it came to concrete actions. Other members of the family, notably the brothers Coffey, were more emphatically Irish and the Galveston Daily News recounts them having found and displayed prominently a Boer flag for the New Year’s Day celebrations.

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We say goodby to England from the little town of Redditch near Birmingham and have a note from a friend also involved in the cotton and shipping business; We are glad to hear that you had all safely arrived home again [Galveston]. We have almost finished our wanderings also; the only remaining part being the return to South Africa. I start back on January 4, Mrs. B. is remaining until June or July. We had fairly good weather all round, but not equal to Ireland. We had our first snow for eight years in Germany…  Next, on to the Continent!

 

 

The Grand Tour – Part II – London

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They arrived in a Huff

Saving always Rome no Western city has ever been so much at the headwaters of an empire as London, especially at the turn of the 20th century when Margaret Edythe Young and her family visited. Ironically the city may date its modern foundation from the Romans as Londinium  in 43 AD which, in spite of having been burnt to the ground by Queen Boadicea in 61 AD, became the capital of the Roman province of Britannia around 100 AD and a major city by the 2nd century AD with a population in excess of 60,000.  The London of 1900 had an enormous population, reported to be nearly 6.5 million, and had considerable infrastructure and technology – electric light and gas heating, an extensive telephone network (with transatlantic line to America), an extensive underground railway network, public transport via  omnibuses, the beginning of the urban love affair with automobiles – mainly taxis, a national postal service with multiple daily deliveries and the world’s largest metropolitan police force.

Joseph Chamberlain may have observed that, London is the clearing-house of the world, but Macaulay’s warning that [Rome]may still exist in undiminished vigour when some traveller from New Zealand shall, in the midst of a vast solitude, take his stand on a broken arch of London Bridge to sketch the ruins of St. Paul’s, remains the more cogent and prescient observation. In 1900 Victoria still rules, Joseph Chamberlin – the ultimate English anomaly of his day, a self-made millionaire who attended neither Oxford nor Cambridge – still served as leader of the opposition, then as Secretary of State for the Colonies and finally as President of the Board of Trade, so the forgotten warning of an academic dead some forty years was ignored. For the purposes of this entry we shall ignore it as well, happy to and simply leave it as a memento mori to all of the self-made men who continue to remake London.

Not unlike the Views of Glasgow from the International Exhibition of 1901 we have a souvenir of London from the Photochrome Co., Ltd. London [and Detroit, U.S.A.] which is a series of  photographs of the principal attractions  of London. These were cleverly packaged inside a paper replica of a London taxi which had an address label attached as a tag that required a halfpenny stamp for mailing. Using the pictures of the sights they saw and contemporary sources we will try to give the reader a tour of London in 1900 AD which we hope you enjoy.

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Hyde Park with Kensington Gardens, which is a continuation, covers over 630 acres. The popular entrance to the park is at Hyde Park Corner, at the end of Piccadilly where in the season the long drive is crowded in the afternoons with citizen and gawker alike walking it length to the Marble Arch, close to Edgware Road at the end of Oxford Street. The flower gardens in the spaces opposite Park Lane, and the Rotten Row [a bridle path reserved for the saddle horses of the quality] was supplemented with a fine display of Rhododendrons in the early summer.

The Achilles Monument, inside the park from Hyde Park Corner, had been placed in memory of  “the great Duke and his companions in arms”  near Apsley House, the residence of the Duke of Wellington, that was close to that entrance. Considering that in the 20th century it would become the site of every lunatic with a soapbox ranting about ideas and goals that Wellington would have had them whipped for proves that history may have a sense of humor.

The Serpentine runs almost across the park on which boating and bathing were permitted. Based on a letter to the Times – from 1848 – these waters must have been substantially cleaned in the intervening half century if they were used for recreation at all; At the present time the Serpentine is truly a water-hole – a stagnant pond – the recipient of delinquent or unfortunate dogs and cats – the outlet for much other indescribable filth, and the reservoir of sickening and putrefying fish. Several eminent physicians most distinctly pointed out the many evils resulting from it. The Free Watermen complain that no one will ride in their boats on account of the filthy water; the medical profession advise their patients not to lounge near this cloaca maxima; and the bathers are fairly frightened away. As one of the many who bathed hitherto in Hyde-park, but now one of the multitude who dread such a method of lubricating our skins, I beseech you, Sir, pray take us under your protection; for if you will but take up the cudgels, the matter will be settled.

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What is now the Chelsea and Westminster Hospital at the old St Stephen’s Hospital site in Fulham Road started as simply the Westminster Hospital  established in 1719 as a charitable society “for relieving the sick and needy at the Public Infirmary in Westminster”. Originally located on Petty France – a considerable street between Tathill Street, E., and James Street, W –  the institution moved to Chapel Street, and then to James Street before the hospital pictured here was situated by the Broad Sanctuary and the northern side of the nave of Westminster Abbey. With a capacity of 200 patients the records indicate it treated nearly 20,000 patients annually by 1900.

The founding document is worthy of consideration; Whereas a charitable proposal was published in December last (1719), for relieving the sick and needy, by providing them with lodging, with proper food and physick, and nurses to attend them during their sickness, and by procuring them the advice and assistance of physicians or surgeons, as their necessities should require; and by the blessing of God upon this undertaking, such sums of money have been advanced and subscribed by several of the nobility and gentry of both sexes and by some of the clergy, as have enabled the managers of this charity to carry on in some measure what was then proposed: — for the satisfaction of the subscribers and benefactors, and for animating others to promote and encourage this pious and Christian work, this is to acquaint them, that in pursuance of the foresaid charitable proposal, there is an infirmary set up in Westminster, where the poor sick who are admitted into it and daily visited by some one or other of the clergy.

Where the original hospital was operating within a year of its proposal the modern incarnation – Chelsea and Westminster Hospital – was designed by the architects Sheppard Robson and was built with fast track techniques in 5 years. Who says socialized medicine doesn’t work?

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Great cities are not static. Their population increases, the old gives way to the new – today’s synagogue is tomorrow’s mosque – and the most fortunate manage to preserve their heritage while they grow. London was no exception and Holborn Street was a great example. Two descriptions from the same source tell its story; Holborn is a continuation of Oxford-street, the link between east and west. It is a great thoroughfare, but its shops are not of such a class as would be expected from that circumstance. Holborn, in fact, suffers from being neither one thing nor the other. It is too far east for the fashionable world to come to it for their purchases; it is too far west for the business men of the City; consequently it contains few first-class shops or warehouses… from Dickens’s Dictionary of London, 1879

HOLBORN, which is divided into Holborn proper (which reaches as far as the city boundary at Holborn Bars) and High Holborn, which extends to New Oxford Street, then turns partly to the left, is part of the upper main route from the Bank to the west and is an important thoroughfare between the two. It has within the last twenty years or so been largely rebuilt, having the huge premises in red brick of the Prudential Assurance Co., a fine building, and the high terra-cotta buildings of the Birkbeck Bank. Its businesses – Wallis’ (drapers), Gamage’s (cycles, etc.) and Baker’s (clothiers) – are well-known, and it is a good middle-class centre for shopping. The old houses opposite Gray’s Inn road (Staple Inn) are by far the most perfect specimens of old street architecture, with their wooden beams and projecting upper stories, remaining in London. On the north side are Gray’s Inn and Gray’s Inn road (leading to King’s Crossing) and on the south side are Chancery lane (leading to Fleet street) and Lincoln’s Inn. (See Inns of Court). The Holborn Restaurant is at the corner of Kingsway (the new route to the Strand) and opposite here is Southampton row, which, leading to Russell square, has become a great centre for hotels and boarding-houses of different styles (temperance as well as others) suitable to middle-class visitors… Dickens Dictionary of London, c.1908 edition

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A combination of the old and the new may be seen in the Charing Cross Hotel,  situated at the South Eastern Railway Company’s western terminus. Entrance to the station is  from the large yard, which presented a very busy scene, especially when the Continental mail was about to start.

The hotel was built by Sir C. Barry, on the site of Hungerford Market. Charing Cross was once marked by a Monument, known as Eleanor’s Cross, which was one of a series erected by Edward I to distinguish the progress of his wife’s [Eleanor of Castile] body while en route being taken from Lincoln to Westminster Abbey for entombment.

The original was erected in 1291 but in 1647 was removed by order of Parliament. The present cross is the work of the hotel architect E. M. Barry and stands 70 feet tall in all of its elaborate Gothic glory executed in sandstone and granite. The hotel still stands and the Monument still stands and while we doubt the Monument  fulfills its original purpose to provoke prayers for her soul from passers-by and pilgrims it is the sort of reminder that Macaulay would have approved of and that is needed now more than ever if London is not to become Londonistan.

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On the left side of this picture is the facade of the Mansion House which is the official residence of the Lord Mayor of London designed and built by George Dance the Elder and renovated by George Dance the Younger – the two of whom held a virtual monopoly on surveying and architecture for a large part of the 18th century. Originally built between 1739 and 1752, in the then fashionable Palladian style, it offers an uneasily constricted bulk, that led Sir John Summerson to observe that on the whole, the building is a striking reminder that good taste was not a universal attribute in the eighteenth century. The entrance facade has a portico with six Corinthian columns, supporting a pediment with a tympanum sculpture by Sir Robert Taylor, in the centre of which is a symbolic figure of the City of London trampling on her enemies. While it now houses a collection of Dutch and Flemish Seventeenth Century Paintings in 1900, in his role as chief magistrate of the city, the mayor may have housed the suffragette women’s rights campaigner Emmeline Pankhurst in one of the prison cells in its basement.

One the right hand side of the photograph is the Bank of England. From Reynolds’ Shilling Coloured Map of London, 1895  we glean the following brief description of the BANK OF ENGLAND, THREADNEEDLE STREET … This world-renowned establishment was founded in 1691. The present buildings were erected mostly from the designs of Sir John Soane, 1795-1829. The principal offices are open daily, from nine to three. The bank-note machinery, bullion vaults, &c., can be seen only be special permission.

While from The Queen’s London : a Pictorial and Descriptive Record of the Streets, Buildings, Parks and Scenery of the Great Metropolis, 1896 we learn further – the chief institution of the kind in the world – is appropriately located in the very heart of the City. Its main entrance is in Threadneedle Street, and the buildings, which are, of course, isolated, cover about four acres. The Bank is mainly a one-storey structure and for the sake of security, there are no windows in the outside walls. The institution employs some nine hundred persons and more than two millions sterling are daily negotiated here, and every day fifteen thousand new bank-notes are printed, while some twenty million pounds of cash lies in the vaults below.

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Rome is the city of the seven hills while London only has three one of which is Ludgate Hill and it is the highest point in the city.  It had been the sight of the Cathedral since the 7th century AD. From its founding in 604 at the instigation of Gregory the Great the site housed the episcopal see. It was the Cathedral begun in about 1087 AD by Bishop Maurice, Chaplain to William the Conqueror, which would provide the longest standing home for Christian worship on the site to date, surviving for almost six hundred years. The reign of King Henry VIII saw the beginning of the end for the religious life and the buildings associated with Roman Catholicism. The shrine of St Erkenwald was plundered and waves of iconoclasm followed in which shrines and images were destroyed. The full suppression of Catholic worship and fittings was carried out under Edward VI by the first protestant bishop of London, Nicholas Ridley.

The physical destruction wrought during the usurpation had only been the start of a series of threats to the fabric. In June 1561 lightning struck the Cathedral spire igniting a fire which destroyed the steeple and roofs, the heat and falling timbers causing such damage to the Cathedral structure that it would never fully recover. Plans were made for restoration and the architect Inigo Jones (1573–1652) was engaged to carry out work in 1633, but his work was left incomplete at the outbreak of the English Civil War in 1642. Parliamentary forces took control of the Cathedral and its Dean and Chapter dissolved; the Lady Chapel became a large preaching auditorium, while the vast nave was used as a cavalry barracks with, at one point, 800 horses stabled inside.

By the 1650s the building was in a serious state of disrepair and it was only after the restoration in 1660 of King Charles II (1630–1685) that repair was once again considered in earnest. Leading architects wrestled with the how to restore the medieval structure and were often in disagreement. Inspired by his travels in France and his knowledge of Italian architecture, Christopher Wren (1632–1732) proposed the addition of a dome to the building, a plan agreed upon in August 1666. Only a week later The Great Fire of London was kindled in Pudding Lane, reaching St Paul’s in two days. The wooden scaffolding contributed to the spread of the flames around the Cathedral and the high vaults fell, smashing into the crypt, where flames, fueled by thousands of books stored there in vaults put the structure beyond hope of rescue.

Although there would be a new St. Paul’s – designed in its entirety by Wren – just over a thousand years after its founding the last remnant of the Roman Cathedral was reduced to ashes and dispersed to the winds. It would not be until 1884 that a new site was acquired by the Catholic Church in Bulinga Fen that formed part of the marsh around Westminster. The foundation stone was laid in 1895 and the fabric of the building was completed eight years later. After centuries of persecution how apt it was that the new cathedral replaced Tothill Fields Prison and that the Clergy House and the Choir School now stand on the site of the old wings where women and children were incarcerated.

In 1850 the Diocese of Westminster was created, at the Restoration of the Catholic Hierarchy by Pope Pius IX, with Nicholas Wiseman as first Archbishop. In 1903 first regular celebration of daily Mass and the Divine Office took place in the Cathedral and Edward Elgar conducted first London performance of John Henry Newman’s ‘The Dream of Gerontius‘ there. In 1906  was the unveiling and blessing of baldacchino [the canopy over the altar] and in 1910 the Consecration of the Cathedral was celebrated. 244 years without a Cathedral and a move from the highest spot in the city to a mire that had housed an infamous prison. I guess it really is the faith that matters.

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Galveston did not have its seawall yet but in a few years when it did the Boulevard along the Seawall would owe as much to the Thames Embankment as the Strand would to its commercial counterparts in London. Although they are certainly not carbon copies they are built in the same spirit and like most great thoroughfares often highlight the best the city has to offer while bypassing some of the more questionable attractions.

Technically, according to The Queen’s London : a Pictorial and Descriptive Record of the Streets, Buildings, Parks and Scenery of the Great Metropolis, 1896, this was the Victoria Embankment which quite surpasses anything that is seen beside the Seine or the Tiber. Its magnificent sweep from the Houses of Parliament to St. Paul’s is one of the finest sights in the whole of London, and cannot fail to impress every observer. Cityward the most noticeable building is Somerset House, with its fine façade of 780 feet, and beyond this lie the Offices of the London School Board, the Temple Library, Sion College Library, and the City of London School, &c. The Embankment itself, the greatest achievement of the late Metropolitan Board of Works, cost nearly two millions, and its construction occupied six years – 1864-70.

Although it was a grand boulevard the careful observer will note, based on Cruchley’s London in 1865 : A Handbook for Strangers, 1865, that however magnificent on the surface it was a disguise for the fact that the Thames was essentially the sewer system for London. In connection with the Main Drainage Low-level Sewer, a scheme for an embankment of the river Thames was proposed. It is proposed to fill in an unsightly gap in the shore at Millbank, and the embankment at present projected will extend from Westminster to Blackfriars Bridges. This includes the construction of a new steam-boat pier at Westminster, and the roadway, which is to be 100 feet wide, at a height of 4 feet above high-water mark, from Westminster to the Temple, and 70 feet in width from the Temple to Blackfriars, will cross the first brick pier of the Charing Cross Railway Bridge, and the first pier of the Waterloo Bridge. A viaduct of open arches is to be constructed, to admit barges to the City Gas Works and the wharves at Whitefriars, and the approaches from the east side of Bridge-street, from “Whitehall,” and from Charing Cross, will be laid out as gardens or on building leases.

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Contemporary Londoner, David Quarmy, pretty well summed up its importance, Trafalgar was a defining moment in Britain’s history as it established Britain’s maritime ascendancy for 100 years which saw a fantastic growth of trade and empire during Victorian times, and the square – with its monument to Nelson was the epitome of imperial hubris. Nelson was the perfect hero for Britain and certainly his instructions, Firstly you must always implicitly obey orders, without attempting to form any opinion of your own regarding their propriety. Secondly, you must consider every man your enemy who speaks ill of your king; and thirdly you must hate a Frenchman as you hate the devil, could have been the complete codex Victoriana.

While compared to ancient Rome, where the monuments are detailed by Augustus Hare quoting A monumental record of A.D. 540, published by Cardinal Mai, mentions 324 streets, 2 capitols—the Tarpeian and that on the Quirinal, 80 gilt statues of the gods (only the Hercules remains), 66 ivory statues of the gods, 46,608 houses, 17,097 palaces, 13,052 fountains, 3785 statues of emperors and generals in bronze, 22 great equestrian statues of bronze (only Marcus Aurelius remains), 2 colossi (Marcus Aurelius and Trajan), 9026 baths, 31 theatres, and 8 amphitheatres!, London may not have quite caught up it was in the process of mounting a competition and occasionally the humor of having a monument to George Washington facing Nelson’s column must have struck someone as funny but we have not found any quips about it.

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From the corners of the empire monuments by the dozens were crated up and shipped back to England just as the Romans had done. Every once in a while something caught the fancy of his – or her – majesty but was either too large or too well guarded to be conveniently moved. Given that this was the age of industry the simple thing was to duplicate it. This was the case with the Marble arch – designed in 1827 by John Nash as the triumphal gateway to Buckingham Palace.

Nash modeled Marble Arch on Rome’s famous Arch of Constantine, built in the fourth century. Both structures feature Corinthian columns and three arches: one large central arch and another on either side. In 1851 the arch was moved to its current site at Cumberland Gate, where Oxford Street and Edgware Road meet at the north-east corner of Hyde Park,  after the palace was expanded and Victoria requested more personal space for her family. The arch was decorated with a number of sculptures, none of which remain with the arch  and the most notable of which was that of King George IV – who had the arch erected – which sat on top of the central arch and can now be found in Trafalgar Square.

The theft of antiquities, either literally or by duplication, and the habit of self-glorification out of the public purse notwithstanding it may be said in behalf of the Victorians that they were not a wasteful lot. Not only was the Marble Arch moved but the Crystal Palace was moved – both huge undertaking – and as a result while Greece is represented at one end by the Achilles Monument Rome holds down the other with the Marble Arch and Hyde Park and London are the better for it.

parliament

Part of the mythology England likes to produce is an image of a royal coronation at Westminster Abbey followed by a quick trip to the Palace of Westminster to bestow blessings (albeit secular ones)on the houses of Parliament – and to convey that this has been going on since time immemorial. In fact the United States Capitol is older than the current building housing Big Ben and the nanny state. Although there has been a seat of government on the site long before the swamps of Washington were drained the current building dates from its completion in 1870 after the previous one had been destroyed by a fire in 1834. It would have been a must stop for the tourist of 1900 as much for its newness and novelty as for the wigs on whigs and not even its early perpendicular Gothic architecture – impressive though it may be – could give it an ancient air any more than the new St. Paul’s could claim to be a consecrated worship space.

towerbridge

Absolutely unrelated to London Bridge is falling down is the Tower Bridge – which you still have to go to London to visit since the London Bridge in Arizona is the relocated 1831 London Bridge that spanned the River Thames in London until it was dismantled in 1967 – is a combined bascule and suspension bridge in London, over the River Thames close to the Tower of London, from which it takes its name. Started in 1886 and taking eight years to complete the bridge was officially opened on the 30th of June 1894 by The Prince of Wales (later Edward VII), and his wife, Alexandra of Denmark [part of Victoria’s effort to have all European royalty tied to England by marriage].

The bridge is in many ways a marvel of Victorian engineering with the towers supporting the suspension sections and the bascule [draw bridge] section being operated by pressurised water stored in several hydraulic accumulators. With the water stored at 750 psi and the accumulators comprised of 20-inch rams on which sits weights to maintain the desired pressure. Long before the age of diesel or electric the accumulators were driven by two 360 hp stationary steam engines – and the system operated until 1974.

royalexchange

The Royal Exchange was London’s stock market – although brokers had been banned from the original exchange in because of their rude manners – the building pictured here opened in 1845 and housed some of the most polished and accomplished liars of the 19th century. This would have been the spiritual home of Joseph Chamberlain and since the bridge that Macaulay had his painter standing on is now in Arizona we must assume that while Rome remains the great spiritual capital London still has pretensions to being the center of capital. But we have not despaired of London and it is one of the few places that has preserved so much of what the Young family came to visit. As Chesterton said, Then the people went and did what they liked. Let me no longer conceal the painful truth. The people had cheated the prophets of the twentieth century. When the curtain goes up on this story, eighty years after the present date, London is almost exactly like what it is now. Only Rome is more ancient and wiser but London is still worth the trip.

They left in a JIFFY

They left in a JIFFY

I met a traveller from an antique land Who said: Two vast trunks stand in the desert.

When I was a boy my grandmother drove a Packard. It had a huge straight eight engine under the hood that pulled over 8,000 pounds of automobile down the highway like an irresistible force in search of an immovable object. Long before more pedestrian vehicles it had factory installed air conditioning that blew air though two large celluloid [the word plastic meant something cheap and shoddy until the 1960’s and was never used to describe anything of quality!] vents mounted on the rear deck. It was the epitome of what used to be called a touring sedan and it included – there were no options on Packard’s – a custom tailored set of luggage to fit in the trunk which was capable of holding enough clothing and toiletries to supply a family for a month. But even with all of its power, magnificence and a cubic capacity  it would not have begun to be commodious enough for any of our travellers here. With apologies to Ozymandias  we shall try to set the stage for the travels that might have more accurately been called a progress.

Travel in the late nineteenth and early twentieth century was very different from travel today. Even going on a tour was a completely different experience. There was none of the if-this-is-Tuesday-it-must-be-Belgium madness. The museums and the marvels were there to be seen and were either happily or dutifully observed dependent upon the inclination of the traveller and the severity of the chaperone. Dining could be an adventure – there were the long-established and hotel restaurants that you may have even had Cook’s coupons for – but there was also the possibility of finding some smaller place or some different place and introducing a little gastronomical adventure into the journey. As with all things you might sin in haste and repent at leisure but at least the landscape was not littered with international fast food franchises so that the twelve-year old’s in your party could enjoy the same chicken nuggets in Piraeus as Peoria. The same could be said of shopping. You could get an Inverness Cape from Inverness – not The Gap in Inverness selling something manufactured at the back side of beyond.

Although we thought the Morrison & Fourmy’s series was never going to end we recognize that it provided a good deal of information as to what the Galveston of 1880-1920 was really like. Limiting ourselves to a single entry this time we are going to use the same technique to paint a picture of the first stop on the tour – a place where two peoples separated by a common language came together when the people of the new world came to see something of their past in the old.

belfasthotel

There is an old joke of the raffle held in Dublin in which the first prize is a week’s vacation in Belfast and the second prize is two week’s vacation in Belfast! The humor aside this place is probably fairly typical of the large hotels in the large cities. Lodging was available to suit any budget from boarding houses to private homes that were let by the month or season and most of the smaller towns along the various routes probably had the capacity to double or triple their population with tourists. Some of the hotels were destinations in and of themselves with temperance inns being very popular and there was no place in the world at this time – with the possible exceptions of the Sahara and Gobi deserts – where you could not go and take the waters.

hydropathic

The idea of a World’s Fair – a sort of one stop world tour that could later be supplemented with Dr. Eliot’s Five Foot Shelf [the Harvard Classics] and produce the self-educated person (to complement the self-made man) – may have had its first introduction in the Crystal Palace in 1851 in London. So popular was this exhibition that the original glass and steel buildings and exhibits were enlarged and moved from Hyde Park in central London to Penge Common next to the suburb of Sydenham Hill where it continued to attract people from 1854 until 1936.

crystalpalace

There were, thanks to companies like Thomas Cook, packaged tours in which the early tourists were herded like so many sheep and had everything that they needed to see pointed out to them possibly with as many as five minutes allowed to contemplate something like the Sistine Chapel before being hustled on to see Moses in Chains.  For those with the leisure there were guide books published by firms like Charles Murray whose lists included works by Augustus John Cuthbert Hare like Walks in Rome, Walks in London, Wanderings in Spain and Days near Rome the prose in these is more than a little purple – Hare was a Victorian raconteur first, foremost and always and his Walks in Rome should be read before visiting the city (give yourself at least six weeks to read it!). Someplace between the imposition of a guide and a writer every bit as rusty as Ruskin were the plethora of pocket guides that could be perfectly serviceable to either tourist or traveller.

glasgowguide

In addition to the guide books this was a great age of maps and the maps contained the smallest attractions as well as the largest. The following list shows that the map for the United States included over 16,000 place names and the map for India had nearly 9,000 place names while the best map for tourists of Scotland had a scale of three miles to the inch and came in sixteen sheets.

maps

Now that the traveller has a place to stay and the necessary information at hand to find their way they may still need some additional accoutrements to continue on their progress. A fair portion of the clothing that they wore in Galveston was probably imported and even what was made for them there was probably made of imported cloth but they were coming from a very temperate climate to one that could be a good deal cooler. This was also the time of coal-fired steam power on both the oceans and the rails and a protective coat was required to keep their day wear free of soot and other detritus of travel.

coats

We have always found a certain amount of irony in luggage being name a Halliburton case or more recently a designer line name for Amelie Earhart considering the fates that they met. In some ways the Raglan coat may fall in the same category named after FitzRoy James Henry Somerset, the 1st Baron Raglan, who is said to have worn this style of coat after the loss of his arm in the Battle of Waterloo. The garment was unusual in that the sleeves continued in one piece up to the neck, producing a larger, looser armhole that suited the one-armed general and, apparently, a good deal of the travelling public.

shetlandshawls

Nor were the ladies left out with the Cramond Coat – an early all-weather full length coat to protect from everything from the gales of Scotland to the sirocco that blew across the Mediterranean – for wear during the day and shawls for the evening. These were not clothes simply for the trip. They would be brought home, admired by friends and passed on to children who would treasure their quality and have them tailored and admired for another generation. There is a story of Karl Marx being unable to leave his home in London because his clothes had been pawned and it is difficult for us to imagine a garment of sufficient quality to be substantial enough to serve as security for a loan but there was a time, within living memory, when it happened.

tyres

The first practical pneumatic tire for a bicycle was made by John Boyd Dunlop in Belfast, Ireland in 1887 and while it no doubt made for a more comfortable ride it also introduced the phenomena of the flat tire and gave birth to a whole new industry of preventing flats and repairing tires. The roads of the day – whether city streets or country lanes – were still designed with the horse in mind and even though this ad mentions motor cars the guides give no directions for employing one nor any indication that they were used in transportation for travellers at all.

bicycle

Cycling through the British Isles and parts of the European continent was a very popular way to travel and although there were bicycles for hire or purchase locally there was also nothing to stop the enthusiast from bringing his own bicycle over on the boat with him. Like a set of golf clubs or a tennis racket the aficionado may have had his own ‘wheel’ that had been tailored to him and the American manufacturers had agents to provide spare parts as need for repairs – that were probably accomplished by a blacksmith. While a relative handful may have bicycled their way over the Canterbury Pilgrim’s route, just as an even smaller handful may have followed the pilgrimage across Spain of Santiago Matamoras, the great majority came on steamers, moved between the islands on ferrys, cruised the rivers on barges and crossed the continent on trains.

ferry

Moving from Ireland to England was either done on a quick ferry from Dublin to Liverpool or on a small coaster that left any number of smaller ports, visited the islands and would cruise up the Thames to London where the voyage could be continued by taking barges farther into the interior.

rivercruise

Two days on the river with stops for sightseeing, lunch and a night’s lodging that could be stretched to two weeks by disembarking for longer visits among the dreaming spires of Oxford, the palace at Windsor or going to the market at Kingston on Thames. For those who could stand garlic – Tobias Smollett could not – or were willing to test their French, German or Italian then London was the starting point for the great continental trains.

orientexpress

London to the Riviera, to Rome, to Madrid and Lisbon, to St. Petersburg, three times weekly to Constantinople, to Brindisi for Egypt in a sleeping car – or in a railway carriage for the budget conscious – and the hotels; Shepheard’s in Cairo that had already been there for seventy years and that would host Henry Morton Stanley, Herbert Kitchener, 1st Earl Kitchener, Winston Churchill,   T. E. Lawrence and  Ronald Storrs the last of whom may have best summed up the British empire’s attitudes with his famous statement we deprecated the imperative, preferring instead the subjunctive or even, wistfully, the optative mood. While Shepheard’s original building was burned in 1952 during the first Arab spring the Hotel Victoria in Ismailia is still standing as is the Pera Palace in Constantinople which was built in 1892 to serve as the original terminus of the Orient Express.

minwaters

While many of the tourists may have marvelled and even believed the healthful benefits of being pummelled before or after being nearly boiled alive in some sulphurous spring only to be shocked into revival in a freezing vat – the resulting numbness being pronounced a cure – none were so naive as to drink the stuff, stories of a sick fish cured with a bucket of well water not withstanding. Today we refuse to drink the water out of our taps for fear of contamination by methyl ethyl bad stuff even though it is probably, historically, the safest drinking water ever offered to a large population and we swill down bottled water by the gallon even though it is more expensive than gasoline and may, very well, have come out of a tap somewhere. Schweppes was possibly the Coca-Cola of its day, at least in Europe, while Cambrian offered to keep the British in India safe from dysentery. Aside from club soda and ginger ale Cantrell & Cochrane offered Sparkling Montserrat for the gouty and rheumatic and as a sign of things to come, Club Kola which had been awarded a Gold Medal at the Paris Exhibit of 1900.

poisons

If you did drink the water – or contacted any malady from the dubious sanitation of peoples or places visited – Europe was no less the home of patent medicines than the United States. For those who had brought their own formulas and did not wish to trust the village apothecary you could buy everything from acetone to vitriol in bulk and concoct your own potions. If you lacked the supplies or expertise there were things like Dr. J. Collis Browne’s Chlorodyne. Late of the army medical staff his product had cured Dr. Gibbon of Calcutta of diarrhea in two doses, was also effective against neuralgia, gout, cancer, toothache an rheumatism. It afforded calm, refreshing sleep without headache and invigorates the nervous system when exhausted while shortening attacks of epilepsy, spasms, colic, palpitation and hysteria. With such remedies at hand it is not surprising that the British amassed an empire on which the sun never set.

lilylangtry

In some ways the farther you travel the closer you are to home. Judge Roy Bean was a well-known character of the West and Lily Langtry was the object of his great affection. She had performed in Galveston and was probably better known than the Judge. While the levels of sanitation, or lack thereof, probably made it necessary ladies of Margaret Edythe Young’s generation generally carried a handkerchief permeated with perfume to hold to their noses when passing any unpleasantness. Like patent medicines it was a habit that died hard since I remember her sister keeping a bottle of Lilac Pinaud to cure headaches well into the 1970’s.

photos

Like the enthusiasts who brought their own bicycles there were tourists and travellers with cameras. Most of the tour of the far east by John Young will be based on photographs as will the trips of Bill Leach to the jungles and oil fields of Venezuela in the 1930’s. For the Grand Tour most of what we have is post cards. Some were sent to Margaret Edythe Young from friends and relatives when they were on their tours and many were collected by her during her travels.  Our next two entries in this will keep us in the British Isles – one for England and a separate one for London itself – before we venture on to the continent.

The Grand Tour Part I – Ireland

If you were an American going on the grand tour at the beginning of the twentieth century whether you were going from Wyoming, Wichita or Waxahachie your point of departure from the United States was the Port of New York. You may have gotten there by train in which case it may have been a slow progress since you were required to stop everyplace along the way where you had family and visit for a minimum of several days – until the ladies constitutions were adequately restored to continue without fatigue. Once in New York – if you came from an English-speaking family – you would embark on an east bound Cunarder headed for Liverpool. If you were of Irish descent you might disembark at Queenstown for a sentimental journey. With maternal grandparents from County Louth and Roscommon and a father from County Wexford this stop for members of the Young family was de rigueur.

mauretania

The MAURETANIA was built by Swan, Hunter & Wigham Richardson, Wallsend-on-Tyne  in 1906 for the Cunard Line. She was a 31,938 gross ton ship, overall length 790 feet with a beam of 88 feet, four funnels, two masts, four screws and a service speed of 25 knots. There was accommodation for 563 – 1st, 464 – 2nd and 1,138 – 3rd class passengers. Launched on the 20th of September 1906, she left Liverpool on her maiden voyage to Queenstown  and New York on the 16th of November 1907. Between 1907 and 1924 she broke several transatlantic records, her shortest crossing being 4 days, 10 hours, 51 minute’s from Queenstown to Ambrose Light in September 1909 at a speed of 26.06 knots.

Queenstown [actually Cobh] was situated within the Port of Cork which was one of the largest ports within the British Isles and was the last stop on the westbound leg of the Liverpool to New York run in order to both pick up third class passengers – mostly poor Irish immigrants – and top of coal bunkers, fresh water and provisions. It owed it passing name of Queenstown to a visit by Victoria in 1849 but located on the south side of the great island it was the site of the liner docks. Of the two hotels located there the Queen’s was the preferred establishment and the starting point for the Irish pilgrimage.

hotel

Not too far away is a locale legendary among the loquacious Irish – Blarney Castle in County Cork. Built in the 15th century by the Countess of Desmond it consists of a massive donjon tower some 120 feet tall and the ruins of the lower portions left over after a siege by Cromwell. The stone that has long been credited with conferring on all who kiss it a sweet persuasive eloquence that is almost irresistible is reputed at one time to have borne the inscription CORMAC MAC CARTHY FORTIS, MI FIERI FECIT is about eight feet from the top of the tower and requires the true believer to be lowered by their ankles in order to kiss it. Sometime in the late nineteenth century a lower, more easily accessible, stone was substituted for the tourists which may explain a good many things including the lack of eloquence in most wanna be Irishmen – you are either born with the gift of the gab or no number of rocks kissed will ever confer it!

blarney

Continuing north from Cork we come to Killarney which the guidebook of 1900 credited as consisting of boatmen, guides, workers in arbutus wood and beggars. An old mining town that had become little more than a tourist attraction was at least blessed with three lakes nearby where would be anglers could either invest in tackle or rent it by the hour and be directed to  by their guides to inlets that the fish did not know. Growing tired of wasting bait by the time they reached Lough Leane [the lower lake] their trip could be redeemed with a trip to Ross Castle, an ivy covered ruin with a convenient landing and an easy climb to the top to enjoy the view of the lakes. It may have been a ruin but admission was by application to the occupant of the cottage close by and a small gratuity was expected.

killarney

Most touring in Ireland could be done by walking or cycling for those interested in adventurism [ long before that abominable term was invented] , by train between the larger towns and then riding a jaunting car to the ruins, fishing or whatever. For those who planned on cycling the guidebook contained multiple itineraries including:

  • Dublin to Cork   210 miles through the Garden of Ireland
  • Cork to Galway 231 miles culminating in the summit of the Pass of Keimaneigh
  • Galway to Sligo 182 miles the coast road tour
  • Sligo to Londonderry 82 miles the shorter route to the highlands – uphill in both directions
  • Londonderry to Belfast 129 miles to see the Giant’s Causeway
  • Belfast to Dublin 103 miles downhill for all except the first 4 offering the chance of recovery

Having descended from the Young’s I would stick to the train and the jaunting car – although now it is most likely tour bus all the way.

jaunting

The terminus for most of the Irish from America was Dublin whence the continued on the River Liffey to Calafort Átha Cliath and boarded a ferry for the short ride across the Irish Sea to Liverpool and from there on to London and the beginning of the tour proper. The Zoological Garden is the only post card we have from Dublin. As for the guide-book it only notes that there is such a place, that admission is one shilling; Saturday sixpence; Sunday twopence, children half price. Having recently spent over $30.00 to take Margaret Edythe Young’s great grand-daughter to the Houston Zoo we must assume it was a bargain in its day and from the following description it seems not to have been without its charms.

dublinzoo

One of the newer attractions that the Young’s would have seen was Haughton House at the zoo’s centre was built in 1898 in memory of Samuel Haughton, Royal Zoological Society of Ireland secretary, a Trinity College professor, and noted science writer; it contained 10 wild animal ‘dens’, tea rooms and a lecture room.  Its verandah and  balcony offer views over the Kaziranga Forest Trail. The first Zoo open day in 1838 – attended by 20,000 people – to celebrate Queen Victoria’s coronation.  The first giraffe arrived in 1844 and the first pair of lions – Natal and Natalie – arrived in 1855, producing their first cubs two years later.  Reptiles got their own house in 1876. Although it came too late for the Young’s to see  a lion called Cairbre was born at the Zoo. Named after Cú Chullain’s charioteer he was seen the world over for many years when he became the mascot for the Metro-Goldwyn-Mayer film studio.