Book review: A Great Improvisation

Far back in my distant past, when public schools still used to teach American history, I have a vague recollection of being taught by my teachers that Benjamin Franklin and John Adams were sent to France to enlist their aid in supporting the American Revolution. About all I can remember from the brief instruction I was given, is that France and Spain were reluctant to give such aid until the Americans could prove they could stand up to the British military. Once General Washington provided a few victories, the European powers finally jumped on board.

And while that lesson I received was not entirely wrong, Stacy Schiff’s ‘A Great Improvisation’ (A Great Improvisation: Franklin, France, and the Birth of America a book by Stacy Schiff (bookshop.org) lets us know that there was more to the story than we were taught. A great deal more, as a matter of fact.

Culture shock

To start out, NONE of the ambassadors sent by the fledging United States could speak French, including Benjamin Franklin. Franklin could read and somewhat write in French, which was more than his fellow ambassadors could manage.

Worse still, the cultures of France and the United States were diametrically worlds apart. American culture, especially back in the late 18th century, placed being industrious and thrifty on a pedestal. The French aristocracy, on the other hand, took great pride in being perceived at doing nothing at all. (They actually did work but tried their best to be discrete about it). In fact, Franklin was bemused to discover that there was no word for industry in the French language at that time. To say that the American emissaries were confused and appalled would be an understatement.

The French viewed the American diplomats who hailed from the New England states as having sticks perpetually sh0ved up their asses. Meanwhile, the emissaries from the Southern colonies, which tended to more class conscious, felt that since they represented a sort of American aristocracy, they might be able to better bridge the divide. They were greatly mistaken. The French viewed ALL Americans, regardless of status, title or education, as provincial hayseeds.

With one exception.

The other indispensable man

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George Washington is often referred to as “the indispensable man” for his leadership during and after the Revolutionary War. Many European leaders were sure he would eventually declare himself dictator. A lesser man might of, and thus the great American experiment would have been strangled in its crib. Washington, for all his lack of formal education, a man of the Enlightenment.

But there was another indispensable American man: Benjamin Franklin. For a guy who only had 4 years of grammar school, he left as much a mark on the new nation as General Washington did. Benjamin was a self-taught scholar, print shop owner, writer, founder of the University of Pennsylvania, founder of the first Philadelphia hospital, founder of the first Philadelphia fire department, creator of the first subscriber library in North America, scientist, and a member of the committee to write the Declaration of Independence. Heck, he even had some military experience. He directed the building of a frontier fort and commanded it for a short time during the French and Indian war. His life was an incredible adventure; a man of both action and the mind.

And he was the only American that the French, both aristocracy and commoner, had any respect for. When he arrived in France as official envoy for the newly founded nation, his presence electrified that country in a way that defies description. Think of the reception the Beatles, Winston Churchill, and Einstein received in the US, but all directed at one man.

And he was the right man in the right place at the right time. Straightforward, but not severe, he managed to beg, borrow and plead with the French monarchy to support the struggling colonists. No other man in America had the gravitas to pull off such a feat. Ironically, many of his own countrymen greatly distrusted him. They weren’t sure how committed he was to independence from England in the first place. Did he really want to break from the Empire? Conversely, others were suspicious of his cozying up to the French court. Was he was preparing to sell out America by trading an English king for a French one?

A Great Improvisation:

I really enjoyed Ms. Schiff’s ‘A Great Improvisationand would recommend it to anybody interested in Benjamin Franklin and the American Revolution. This book reads more like a novel than a dry history tome, and I certainly learned a helluva lot more about America’s efforts to secure European help in their Revolution than I ever did in school.

That being said, I think this book is more suitable for history buffs as opposed to a casual reader. There are no epic battle or grand strategies here. Instead, Ms. Schiff goes into great detail about the palace intrigues. We learn all about the oversized egos, the backstabbing, the double-dealing, the petty jealousies and self-serving justifications, and worse, ugly glimpses of authoritarian impulses. And that was just from the American envoys! The French court was even more fraught with peril.

Fortunately, to make following the convoluted plot easier, there is a list of names and brief bios of the men and women who played a crucial role in being mid-wives to a new nation included. I will not be shamed by admitted that I had to refer to this list quite often.

Interlude:

Miscellaneous:

Speaking of colonists and the American Revolution, there’s a new book out by David Vining called ‘Colonial Nightmare’. I haven’t read it yet, but I’m intrigued. The book is set in North America during the French and Indian War. A young George Washington is an officer sent to a French fort to deliver a message from the colonial Governer of Virginia in an attempt to prevent a war. This event is actually happened.

Only in David Vining’s telling, George Washington crosses paths with some sort of supernatural evil in the untamed forests of the Ohio River Valley. Something monstrous that has come over from the Old World and made the New World its home. Something so terrible that Washington refused to ever speak of it.

I have never read anything by Mr. Vining, but I’ll let you know if it is any good. Colonial Nightmare: Vining, David: Amazon.com

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If you are like me and enjoy a bit of armchair traveling, have I got a website for you! Haus Publishing (Travel Writing – Haus Publishing), a London based book publisher, has an interesting selection of sub-categories. I’m here to talk about their ‘Travel Writing’ section. A collection of vintage and current writing, with titles you might not have heard about, but all look pretty interesting. As the publisher is based in England, if you choose to purchase directly from them you may have to pay extra taxes and custom duties. Otherwise, you can find many of the books on Amazon or Barnes & Noble.

That’s it for now. What books are you enjoying during the dark days of winter?

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Fitness in the autumn years: gotta keep the ego in check

“For I was talking aloud to myself. A habit of the old: they choose the wisest person present to speak to; the long explanations needed by the young are wearying.”

Gandalf Greycloak

About a year ago I purchased “Built from Broken”, a strength training book by Scott Hogan Built from Broken: A Science-Based Guide to Healing Painful Joints, Preventing Injuries, and Rebuilding Your Body). The premise of the book is that all of us have weaknesses, imbalances and old injuries that prevent us from using our bodies to their full potential. Mr. Hogan lays out exercises and plans to help correct and compensate for our body’s ailments, allowing us to maintain our strength in spite of all our bodies flaws.

I started using the precepts laid out in the book in December of 2023. I’ve modified some of the exercises, simply because I cannot do some of the exercises he recommends. Especially the leg movements. I also passed on his warmup routine, because if I could do the routine as described I wouldn’t need his damn book!

Still, I have found that my strength and conditioning is improving by leaps and bounds. My knee pain has decreased by 30 to 50 percent, and I have gained back about 25% of my normal range of motion on my bad knee.

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Avoiding injuries

More importantly, I have not injured myself yet. This is actually a pretty big deal for me. Since I have passed the 50-year mark, I have injured myself several times when taking up strength training again. And it’s always something different each time. Mildly tore each of my hamstrings, inflamed my right shoulder a couple of times, and locked me knee up good more than once. All because I refused to admit that my body was incapable of doing what I was asking of it.

Now that I have passed the 60-year mark, it is more important than ever that I exercise within the limits of what my body can handle. In the words of noted philosopher Harry Callahan: “a man’s got to know his limitations”.

Keep that ego in check

They say that wisdom comes with age. They also say that sometimes age comes alone. Maybe I am getting a little bit of wisdom, because after all these years I have finally learned to exercise intelligently. And a big part of that come from learning to put my ego in check.

It is a hard thing for a man to admit that he isn’t as strong as he used to be. It’s one thing to get old, it’s another thing to become weak. So, we manly men continue to try and do things that we could do when we were much younger, in an attempt to defy old age (and reason).

And it’s not just in the gym that we old codgers need to accept our new limits. We need to be aware of our limitations at work and at home. A couple of winters ago, at my job at the golf course, I was moving crates up a steep ramp that led to a loft. My coworkers and I were storing signs and traffic stakes for the season. After a few trips up and down the ramp, I was bushed. I was sweating like crazy, my legs were shaky, and my knee wasn’t feeling too good either.

My boss, who was 20 years younger than me, looked over and asked if he could take the last crate up. My first impulse was to say: “naw, I got this”. Don’t want to look weak in front of the younger guys, you know? Then a wiser part of my brain said “bullshit”. I told my boss “Sure” and handed him the crate without another word. It was, for me, a profound and disquieting moment. It was also the right thing to do.

I told a buddy this story a few days later and he pondered for a moment, then said “there are physical therapy centers all over the country full of people who said “naw, I got this””. Truer words were never spoken.

Gotta stick with it

The other part of my wiser workout routine is I’ve been more consistent at going to the gym or riding my bike (when warmer weather arrives). I freely admit that I have failed at being consistent down through the years. I start off gangbusters, and my motivation is high. Then comes a day I am tired, or life threw a curveball, and I skip a workout. After that, each time I run into a difficulty it becomes easier to make up an excuse. Next thing you know, it’s been half a year since I stepped foot in the gym. And failing to stick to a routine can also lead to injuries.

How about you? Have you gotten wiser with age? Or are you one of those types of people who learned all this early on, and I’m just a dumbass?

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The 2023 Vintage garden in review

January is for me a distressing month. The bright glow of the holiday season is long past. The days are now cold, dim and dreary. And the long slog through February, that most miserable of months, still lies ahead.

To cheer myself up during this trying time, I like to call up the pictures that I took of the garden the previous year. I find my spirits improve when I look back at the beauty MrsVintage and I have created with our own two hands (and sore backs).

This past year I find was especially rewarding because we replaced our rather boring front yard with a more waterwise landscape. I am looking forward to seeing the new gardens fared over the winter months.

Most times when I do a garden year in review post, I usually include the setbacks that occurred over the warmer months and my thoughts on how the garden had been ravaged by bunnies, drought, locusts and other sundry disasters. However, this past year was surprisingly problem free. Oh, sure, the bunnies did some damage to the plants in the front yard, and there are always pests such as grasshoppers to be managed. But there was nothing like what we have dealt with in years past. Even the weeds were fairly easy to manage.

Here’s hoping that a similar fate awaits in 2024.

Ups and downs…

Spring in 2023 was truly a wild ride. MrsVintage had been suggesting that I buy a snow blower for several years now. I resisted because of stubborn male pride. I am not too weak to shovel snow yet, damn it!

Then we had a massive snowstorm in April that took several days for us to dig out from. I accepted defeat and finally took MrsVintage’s advice and bought a blower. Of course, we had no measurable snow the rest of the season. In fact, it was beginning to look like the state was heading into another drought year. Our city had already implemented even stricter water restrictions than usual even before watering was necessary.

Rains of biblical proportions.

Then the deluge hit in May and June. It wasn’t quite 40 days and 40 nights of rain, but the amount of precipitation was unprecedented. Streets became impassable, golf courses went underwater, and creeks threatened to spill over their banks. Here at the Vintage ranch, we received an incredible 7″ of rain in just one storm! In all my years of living in Colorado, I had never seen anything like it.

The garden awakens…

In spite of the unpredictable spring and sodden spring weather, the garden got off to a good start. It appears that all the spring flowering bulbs made it through the winter. No mean feat! Not with rabbits and squirrels always on the lookout for an easy meal. Many bulbs apparently are a tasty mid-winter snack.

In late April, the blooms of these species’ tulips started the growing season off.
A few weeks later, these more ornate ‘Princess Irene’ tulips heralded that spring was really and truly in full swing.
Here’s a closer view of her Highness taken from 2022.
This picture of the front yard was taken in late June. At this point in the renovation, all the plants were installed, and we were just waiting for the city inspector to approve the final phase of installation. Note how green everything is! Late May to late June is one of my favorite times of the year. The days are long and bright, plants still have that bright green foliage of new growth, but the brutal heat of mid-summer has yet to arrive.

High summer and the heat is on…

Once the arduous front yard renovation was completed, my desire to work in the yard was much diminished. The heat had arrived, and my back was killing me. I strictly did maintenance tasks: mowing, weeding when necessary, and watering the newly installed landscape by hand. Otherwise, my primary chore was to just enjoy the garden, usually while lounging in my hammock.

In fact, my laisse-faire attitude was so extreme that I hardly took any photos of the yard last summer! When I started looking for pictures for this post, I was legit surprised at how few photos I had taken from July to late August.

Red daylilies bloom next to orange butterfly weed in the birdbath garden in the bright July sunlight. I had transplanted these daylilies into this spot back in 2022 because they were not doing so well in their old home. As you can see, they love their new digs. Just in front of the daylilies are the seedpods from ‘Love in a mist’ annuals. Pretty plants, but the buggers spread everywhere.
One evening in late August, I was lounging in my hammock when I happened to look over and spot these two dragonflies perched on the dried seedheads of snapdragons.

Autumnal glory…

Once the heat began to abate in late September, I was able to get back out into the garden. I moved and divided several plants, and I removed a few plants for good. I placed marking flags to indicate where improvements need to be made in the spring. More spring flowering bulbs got planted. Tools got sharpened and oiled and stored away.

But most of all, I just reveled in the moderate temperatures and admired the autumnal glory in the Vintage Garden.

Russian sage and Autumn Joy sedum mingle in an autumnal display in late September. Note the red flag in the back: that marks a goldenrod plant I want to move elsewhere in the spring.
“October Skies’ aster live up to its moniker here in the front yard in, you guessed it, October.
The show closed out in early November with the blooming of the autumn crocuses.

Enduring winter.

A cold bleak day in early January

For most gardeners, winter is the season for daydreaming. I am already laying out plans for improving my garden when the warmer weather arrives. Nothing as dramatic as last year’s front yard overhaul, but subtle tweaks here and there. The garden in the real world never quite matches up with the garden in the gardener’s head. One is always fiddling around, trying to make the vision a reality. An impossible task of course. But in the words of Mr. Browning, “…a man’s reach should exceed his grasp, Or what’s a heaven for?”.

I hope you enjoyed this reflection. Might I ask, what gets you through the bleak winter days?

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