Discovering Glassface

We missed the Mahoosuc Land Trust's ribbon cutting this morning, but arrived at the mountain by 2:00pm to take our inaugural hike. I parked at Hastings Landing boat launch just across Route 2 from the Rumford Center Cemetery. Created by the Mahoosuc Land Trust (MLT) and the Androscoggin River Watershed Council, Hastings Landing celebrates the life of our community friend Ann Hastings Morton.

To get to the trailhead, walk through the cemetery to an MLT sign. The first section of the trail is gradual uphill through a thin forest. The trail enters deeper woods and turns to switchbacks. Where needed, the Mahoosuc Land Trust trail builders and stewards created sturdy rock steps and drainage outlets. It's so well done.

At certain sports, the trail offers glimpses of the Androscoggin River, but at trail end, the open ledge greets you with the full Monty. Though the ledge is not quite at the summit of Glassface, those of you who are peak grabbers  won’t be disappointed.

We hiked the trail in about 60 minutes round-trip. It’s a bit like sections of Mt. Zircon or Whitecap before the open top. I leashed Bailey just before the ledge because I had visions of him sailing off the edge like Wonder Dog. (Squirrel!?)

Get up to the Glassface Trail. You’ll love it. And thanks a lot Mahoosuc Land Trust.

Photos from the trail summit.

Visiting Maggie... Bailey's Mom at 11 years old

After climbing Sunday River, we stopped by to visit his Mom, Maggie. At 11 years old, she has slowed down a bit so says her mom, but she's still a loving pup. She and Bailey roamed the yard a bit and I worked to get photos. In America, the average Bernese Mountain Dogs lives to the age of 6.5 to 7 years old. It's usually cancer or hip dysplasia that brings about their demise. Not much fun to think about, but I was heartened to see Maggie doing so well.

Mother Maggie 

"Where's Mom?" 

Bailey (l) and Maggie (r) 

Exploring the yard

Bailey 

Mother and son. 

 

Life with Bailey

This afternoon, I took Bailey to the ski area for a hike. We go there several times a week during the spring, summer, and fall. There's a trail race at Black Mountain tomorrow, so I figured the 15 or 20 cars in the parking lot belonged to race volunteers. Because Bailey's somewhat clumsy with his greetings, I led him away from the lodge and up through the cross-country ski stadium to the alpine slopes. As always, I put my head down and started motoring up the mountain. Within seconds I heard "HEY!" I looked up and then to the right. A wedding party… the bride in a white flowing dress, her attendants in a subtle color I can’t quite name, the groomsmen in their shiny tuxedoes, and, romping amongst them all, a big smiling mountain dog welcoming everyone to his mountain.

My mother raised five kids, and she used the word “mortified” a good deal with us. Now, I know the word’s true meaning.

Sabbatical Hiking

Over the first 2 weeks of my sabbatical, I've enjoyed sustained writing time in the morning and hikes on most afternoons. I've even done a bit of painting and mowed the lawn; I also dropped out of a couple of speeches and travel opportunities in hopes that I can find my writer self again. I'm still a bit jittery about time and keep waiting for some outside assignment from the University.  So far, my friends at UMaine have respected my time away.

Recently, I hiked Black Mountain to take pictures of the new trails. These photos and the link to my complete Facebook page album will give an idea of the mountain's expansion.

Aunt Connie & her Luke

This morning my friend and neighbor Connie came by with her grandson, Luke. Talk about a cute couple. I picture the years ahead when Luke calls out, "We're going to Memere's!" Such things to be. 

Connie & Luke

Seminar in Poetry Writing

How lucky am I to spend time with dedicated poet-teachers? That's right: very. We read and wrote, revised and revised some more. What's most fun about teaching a seminar such as this one? The variety of themes and ideas that surface from the poets involved.

 

My 25th Anniversary of Bread Loaf, Dixie Goswami, and James Britton

In some ways it's like yesterday, sitting in the barn classroom at Middleburg College's Bread Loaf School of English. I remember starting grad school in 1991 and being assigned The Word for Teaching is Learning: Essays for James Britton (Lightfoot & Martin, Eds.). I sat on the side porch of my Rumford home reading this dense academic text. The introduction by Nancy Martin, Mr. Britton's long-time colleague, had me feeling both scholarly and profoundly uninformed. Vygotsky, Courtney Cazden, Peter Medway... "teacher as listener," "the learner's view of the real world matters," "being told is the opposite of finding out": these people and ideas got my mind whirling. It hasn't stopped.

At 83 years old, Mr. Britton taught our class "Coming to Know Your Classroom" with Dixie Goswami, a Clemson University writing teacher and public school advocate. This would be Mr. Britton's last class in America. He died two years later.

I'm sure I'll write more about Mr. Britton and Dixie. For now, I'm sharing a chapter from "The Word" written by Courtney Cazden, a Harvard professor who spoke to us on The Mountain. This chapter goes to a colleague here at UMaine who's working on a similar project connected with Vygotsy's ZPD. From her talk, Cazden made me think in new ways about revision; in this chapter, "Social Interaction as Scaffold," she asks us to think about learning and teaching, students and teachers. 

     

Using a Matrix for Large Writing Projects

One of the battles I face with larger projects like books or research articles is managing the mass amount of data that I collect. I've always kept handwritten lists, and as I go through the stages of

the project, I check off items from the list. Not very high tech, I'll admit, but the system worked for me.

This past year I've been writing a second edition to my book, A Guide to Creating Student-Staffed Writing Centers, Grades 6-12 (Peter Lang/USA, 2006). So much has changed in the high school writing center field over the past decade that revising felt a lot more like composing a new book. In actuality, and in hindsight, a full rewrite would have been the way to go. We live and learn even after 35+ years of writing.

The Writer's Matrix: For ideas I pondered for the book, I made an entry on the matrix. Yes, it's just a list, of course, but because I put the material in Word, I could search it. Again, simple enough, but a new way for me to stay organized. Below, I'll paste a few shots of the matrix I developed.

My advice? When you begin planning a project, create a matrix and list ideas. You may revise the ideas or add to them, but keep them handy. When the entire project is drafted, go back through each idea listed and search your full manuscript to make sure you at least considered or wrote about the idea. Reviewing the matrix and searching your final manuscript also helps you avoid duplicating information in your project. Again, all quite obvious, but an organizational tool that I'll use from now on. Old Dog Redux & Remix. 

My Grandfather's book on advertising

Me and Grandpa's book 

This book has been sitting on my bookcase for 20-plus years. I don't think I've even opened it up. But the other day, out of respect for Grandpa Burt and this hard-covered book, I decided to read the opening.  What a delight.

As an associate professor of advertising at Boston University and an account executive with Albert Frank-Guenther Law, Grandpa Burt had a solid background to pen Successful Advertisements... and How to Write Them by F. Allen Burt (Harper & Brothers, 1940). His self-effacing approach to the opening sections made me smile. He wrote,

Advertising is still, and probably always will be, an inexact science. There are not inflexible rules. The best we can do is to follow ideas and methods that are proving successful today. Styles in advertising change as do styles in ladies' hats and dresses. What was resultful five years ago may be a dud today. (ix)

He also shared the following imperative for merchandising: "Buy the right goods, at the right cost, for the right store, and advertise them in the right way, at the right time, for the right price, to the right people, through the right media, and your books will show a profit" (ix).

In the preface, my grandfather chronicles his own experience as an ad man and writer over 20 years. He does this in three and a half pages. At points, he relies on other writers to unpack his thinking. One quotation I've heard before:

Flaubert, the great French story writer, gave this sound advice to Guy de Maupassant: "Look at an object till you see in it everything everybody else sees in it, and then continue to look at it till you see what no one else sees." (x - xi)

He explained his path to the advertising business beginning with his work as a newspaper reporter. From there, he moved on to publicity work for a number of charities and "business houses, covering the gamut from financial news to advance build-ups for an opera star." In the latter portion of the preface, he shared the specifics of his journey:

I learned to write letters that would sell goods. This opened to me the mail-order and direct-mail fields. I became the apprentice of "cost per inquiry" and "cost per order," and found them apt teachers. My letters, folders, and catalogues have sold, among a variety of products, work shoes to farmers, golf pencils by the hundreds of thousands to clubs, and $4000 motorboats to selected prospects. 

Then followed seven years of retail store advertising which taught me to make sales over the counter, and advertising for a factory, which introduced me to sales promotion, trade magazine and national consumer advertising, and to research.

Finally, adding this experience together, I became vice-president in charge of research of a 4A advertising agency, and have now served an assortment of clients over a dozen years of agency experience. 

This work would have been from c. 1906 through the 1920s. To give a bit of personal background, in the 1920s, Allen and Leila Burt drove up from Boston to visit Weld, Maine. Family lore has it that they stayed at the Kawanhee Inn. Back then, their friends summered on The Cape. But my grandparents decided to purchase property on a lake in rural Maine, an 8-hour drive north on rocky roads. I wondered while writing this whether my grandfather pulled a grand sales job on my grandmother to get her to agree to rural Maine.  However they ended up here, we're glad they did.

For as long as I knew him, my grandfather always wore a bow tie. But at camp, on especially hot days, he'd take off the tie and roll up the sleeves on his bleached-white shirt. A proper Bostonian, to be sure–yet, he summered in Weld, Maine, and over the years had camps built for his three daughters.

A Weld Sunset from Burt's Point c. 2015

Just off the one-mile-long gravel road that leads to Burt's Point and our camp, my grandparents placed a clay tennis court. I'm not sure whether they built the court or whether they hired out the work. No matter.  I wrote this poem about the courts and my grandparents back in the late 1970s. "The Clay Court" appeared in the Maine Sunday Telegram and then in my chapbook, Entering Weld (1981):  

THE CLAY COURT

You can almost see them
While driving the dirt road,
Though trees have grown
and wildflowers row the baseline.
A flowing skirt, ankle length,
And a wide-brimmed bonnet--
And he in the proper
White pants.
True Bostonians, they were,
(Though they ignored the Cape)
Gingerly wielding their
Snowshoe rackets in the fields
Near Webb.
Backcourt lob, crosscourt winner...
"Five–love, my dear, five–love." 

What a great find this advertising book has been. Maybe I'll pass it along to my nephew, Denny, who is in business at Cisco Systems. He doesn't work in advertising, per se, but he sure knows its importance.

Thanks, Grandpa. 

NPR/MPBN: Writing Boosts Performance of Maine’s Student-Athletes

Two of my graduate students, several high school student-athletes, and I were interviewed by Dr. Dave Boardman of Maine Public Broadcasting. The five-minute radio show does a good deal of work highlighting the benefits of having athletes write. Take a listen to "Writing Boosts Performance of Maine’s Student-Athletes."