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Cattywampus and Sunday-go-to-meeting clothes

Cattywampus and Sunday-go-to-meeting clothes

Cattywampus and Sunday-go-to-meeting clothes

Darndest was a word a transcriptionist asked me about a few weeks ago—well, actually it was doggoned-est! Merriam-Webster actually lists doggoned, but we had to figure out how to add the “est.” I thought a hyphen captured the spirit of the expression best. Doggonedest looks weird and indecipherable. The gentleman saying doggoned-est wasn’t trying to be weird or obscure; he was remembering his frustration. These oral histories were collected in the 2000s, but the speakers fought in World War 2, and their speech habits often reflect that. I think when they are reflecting on times long gone, they remember their old speech habits, too.

Cattywampus came up in the context of trying to reach people without letting the message fall apart or go cattywampus. This one wasn’t from an oral history, it was from a sermon we transcribed. The audience for whom the message was intended seems too sophisticated for the word, but that’s based on my understanding of cattywampus’ it seems like a very old-fashioned Americanism. Cattywampus is listed in Merriam-Webster as a variation of catawampus, and the first definition is fierce, savage, destructive. I’m not familiar with that sense of cattywampus or even the word catawampus; I’ve always heard cattywampus used in the sense of confused or awry, the second definition listed; I think of everything falling apart when I hear cattywampus.

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That second definition, confused or awry, also refers to cater-cornered, as in awry. I’ve always heard catty-cornered, but Merriam-Webster lists only kitty-cornered. Catty-corner means diagonally across a square, right? Merriam-Webster lists this fascinating entymology:

Catercorner gets its first element from the Middle French noun quatre, meaning “four,” which English speakers modified to cater and applied to the four-dotted side of a die—a side important in several winning combinations in dice games. Perhaps because the four spots on a die can suggest an X, cater eventually came to be used dialectically with the meaning of “diagonal” or “diagonally”; cater was then combined with corner to form catercorner. Eventually the variants kitty-corner and catty-corner, which are now the more common forms, developed. Despite all appearances, these terms bear no etymological relation to our feline friends.

I’m sure my blind cat, Mr. Isaac Newton, will be disappointed to hear that. He thinks every word bears an etymological relation to cats! And I wonder what winning combinations they’re referring to—games where 11 wins, certainly.

When I was growing up in northeastern Ohio, we used catty-corner to identify which house we were referring to, north east corner was way too complicated. The preferred method was to identify one of the houses to establish a base, then identify the house that was catty-corner from there. It wasn’t until I moved to the southern U.S. that I encountered cattywampus.

The Sunday-go-to-meeting comment came up from a gentleman who fought in World War II. He talked about racing to get to a dance at the Y while he was in high school before he went off to the war. He said he worked in a grocery store, Kennedy’s Butter & Egg Store, stores that used to be well-known in the New England area. You could get fresh eggs, and the butter came in big tubs. Customers would come in and ask for a pound and you’d cut out a piece of butter for them. He’d work on Saturdays, then race home to change and get to the dance. He’d have his clothes all laid out so he could make it to the dance quickly, and remembered one evening when his younger brother changed into the clothes and went off to the dance! As our interviewee remembered it, he was glad his brother survived the incident!

The kind of travel we’re so used to was uncommon then. A lot of these men—and the interviewees are almost all white men; women, Asian, or Black soldiers were interviewed, but their oral histories are few and far between—had barely traveled 50 miles before they went to the war. They heard about the bombing of Pearl Harbor on the radio, if they had one, or read about it in the newspaper.

Their remembered speech patterns reflect that parochialism, just the expression a dance at the Y can be hard to decipher today. Our most prevalent reference to the YMCA is the song by The Village People.

Capturing these expressions is part time travel. The people who are telling their stories are transported back to a time long ago. And when we listen, we’re trying to connect to that time and place.

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Wait–to traipse is a bad thing!?

Wait–to traipse is a bad thing!?

We were talking about the grocery list this morning, on a rare cold winter day in Houston. I told my partner that since we needed several basic necessities, probably from different stores, I’d order online. “I figure that’s better than us traipsing from one store to another on this miserable day.”

Well, I follow Sesquiotica’s blog. He writes about words.

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Words are delicious and intoxicating. They do much more than just denote; they have appearance, sound, a feel in the mouth, and words they sound like and travel with.

As it happens, he wrote about traipsing this week:

In her song “Language Is a Virus,” Laurie Anderson says “paradise is exactly like where you are right now, only much much better.” Well, traipsing is exactly like walking, only much much worse. “I went down to the store”: neutral. “I walked over to the store”: neutral. “I traipsed over to the store”: you hated every step.

I had no idea! I guess I did have a negative connotation in mind when I used traipse this morning. Since we had to go to several stores, and it is cold and wet outside, it seemed more energy efficient to have someone who was delivering, deliver to one more stop.

So am I asking the delivery driver to traipse to one more place than they would ordinarily have to? But if driving from one location to another is your job, does adding another destination count as traipsing?

Mr. Sesquiotica (James Harbeck) got some pushback on his take on traipsing, and today he came back with a little more explanation:

It turns out my sense of traipse is a little out of step with some other people’s. A few readers expressed surprise at or disagreement with my assertion that it always has a negative tone, whether it means ‘walk in an untidy way’ or ‘walk trailing through mud’ or ‘walk aimlessly or needlessly’ or ‘tramp or trudge about’ (all of these are definitions the Oxford English Dictionary has). One friend did some searching and, along with assorted usages that allowed but did not demand a negative tone, found a few that did not fit that sense at all: traipsing comfortably, traipsing warmly, traipsing blithely.

Merriam-Webster has a slightly different take; in their synonyms for traipse, they characterize traipse as to meander, or wander.

WANDER, ROAM, RAMBLE, ROVE, TRAIPSE, MEANDER mean to go about from place to place usually without a plan or definite purpose.

But while that is closer to my intended meaning, Merriam Webster’s primary definition of traipse is to walk.

traipsed; traipsing

intransitive verb

: to go on foot : WALK

also : to walk or travel about without apparent plan but with or without a purpose

When I said we’d be traipsing to several stores, I certainly didn’t think we’d be trailing through mud;I fully intended to drive. Houstonians generally don’t walk anywhere, and on this most miserable day of this year, I wasn’t going to attempt anything crazy like walking to the grocery store—whether or not I would be trailing through the mud.

And of course I had a plan! Who goes to the grocery store without a plan? But I was anticipating that we’d wander from place to place, looking for the best prices, the best produce, and Sam’s Club doesn’t even sell ammonia, so I’d have to traipse to another store to get ammonia. But I won’t be going through the mud and I won’t be walking, and I do have a plan and a purpose.

Maybe I need to find a better word than traipse?

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Wait–to traipse is a bad thing!?

Wait–to traipse is a bad thing!?

We were talking about the grocery list this morning, on a rare cold winter day in Houston. I told my partner that since we needed several basic necessities, probably from different stores, I’d order online. “I figure that’s better than us traipsing from one store to another on this miserable day.”

Well, I follow Sesquiotica’s blog. He writes about words.

Thanks for reading Capturing Voices! Subscribe for free to receive new posts and support my work.

Words are delicious and intoxicating. They do much more than just denote; they have appearance, sound, a feel in the mouth, and words they sound like and travel with.

As it happens, he wrote about traipsing this week:

In her song “Language Is a Virus,” Laurie Anderson says “paradise is exactly like where you are right now, only much much better.” Well, traipsing is exactly like walking, only much much worse. “I went down to the store”: neutral. “I walked over to the store”: neutral. “I traipsed over to the store”: you hated every step.

I had no idea! I guess I did have a negative connotation in mind when I used traipse this morning. Since we had to go to several stores, and it is cold and wet outside, it seemed more energy efficient to have someone who was delivering, deliver to one more stop.

So am I asking the delivery driver to traipse to one more place than they would ordinarily have to? But if driving from one location to another is your job, does adding another destination count as traipsing?

Mr. Sesquiotica (James Harbeck) got some pushback on his take on traipsing, and today he came back with a little more explanation:

It turns out my sense of traipse is a little out of step with some other people’s. A few readers expressed surprise at or disagreement with my assertion that it always has a negative tone, whether it means ‘walk in an untidy way’ or ‘walk trailing through mud’ or ‘walk aimlessly or needlessly’ or ‘tramp or trudge about’ (all of these are definitions the Oxford English Dictionary has). One friend did some searching and, along with assorted usages that allowed but did not demand a negative tone, found a few that did not fit that sense at all: traipsing comfortably, traipsing warmly, traipsing blithely.

Merriam-Webster has a slightly different take; in their synonyms for traipse, they characterize traipse as to meander, or wander.

WANDER, ROAM, RAMBLE, ROVE, TRAIPSE, MEANDER mean to go about from place to place usually without a plan or definite purpose.

But while that is closer to my intended meaning, Merriam Webster’s primary definition of traipse is to walk.

traipsed; traipsing

intransitive verb

: to go on foot : WALK

also : to walk or travel about without apparent plan but with or without a purpose

When I said we’d be traipsing to several stores, I certainly didn’t think we’d be trailing through mud;I fully intended to drive. Houstonians generally don’t walk anywhere, and on this most miserable day of this year, I wasn’t going to attempt anything crazy like walking to the grocery store—whether or not I would be trailing through the mud.

And of course I had a plan! Who goes to the grocery store without a plan? But I was anticipating that we’d wander from place to place, looking for the best prices, the best produce, and Sam’s Club doesn’t even sell ammonia, so I’d have to traipse to another store to get ammonia. But I won’t be going through the mud and I won’t be walking, and I do have a plan and a purpose.

Maybe I need to find a better word than traipse?

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Why the New York Times decided to capitalize Black

Why the New York Times decided to capitalize Black

TIMES INSIDER

Why We’re Capitalizing Black

The Times has changed its style on the term’s usage to better reflect a shared cultural identity. Here’s what led to that decision.

Credit…The New York Times

By Nancy Coleman

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July 5, 2020

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The last time The New York Times made a sweeping call to capitalize how it referred to people of African ancestry was nearly a century ago.

W.E.B. Du Bois had started a letter-writing campaign asking publications, including The Times, to capitalize the N in Negro, a term long since eradicated from The Times’s pages. “The use of a small letter for the name of twelve million Americans and two hundred million human beings,” he once wrote, was “a personal insult.” The Times turned him down in 1926 before coming around in 1930, when the paper wrote that the new entry in its stylebook — its internal guide on grammar and usage — was “not merely a typographical change,” but “an act in recognition of racial self-respect.” Decades later, a monthlong internal discussion at The Times led the paper on Tuesday to make, for similar reasons, its latest style change on race — capitalizing Black when describing people and cultures of African origin. “We believe this style best conveys elements of shared history and identity, and reflects our goal to be respectful of all the people and communities we cover,” said Dean Baquet, The Times’s executive editor, and Phil Corbett, associate managing editor for standards, in a memo to staff. Did you know you can share 10 gift articles a month, even with nonsubscribers? Share this article. Conversations about the change began in earnest at The Times and elsewhere after the death of George Floyd and subsequent protests, said Mike Abrams, senior editor for editing standards. Several major news media organizations have made the same call including The Associated Press, whose stylebook has long been an influential guide for news organizations. “It seems like such a minor change, black versus Black,” The Times’s National editor, Marc Lacey, said. “But for many people the capitalization of that one letter is the difference between a color and a culture.” Editors’ Picks When George Clooney Met Julia Roberts (Don’t Believe the Reports) Venice: ‘Don’t Worry Darling’ Faces the Press, but Where Is Florence Pugh? John McEnroe Gets His Revenge As tensions rose across the country, Mr. Abrams noticed members of the newsroom raising questions about the capital B and sharing articles on the subject in Slack, the workplace chat platform. He talked with editors at other publications, including The A.P. and The Washington Post, about conversations happening in their newsrooms. And he talked with Times staff members: more than 100 of them, by phone, email and Slack. “The lowercase B in Black has never made sense to me as a Black woman, and it didn’t make sense to me as a Black girl,” said Destinée-Charisse Royal, a senior staff editor in the Graphics department and one of the editors consulted on the change. “My thought was that the capital B makes sense as it describes a race, a cultural group, and that is very different from a color in a box of crayons.” The style change is one of dozens of other updates or additions that have been made to The Times’s usage guide this year, Mr. Abrams said. The decisions can take anywhere from hours to months. Suggestions for changes are typically submitted by staff through email or an online form, filtered into a spreadsheet and parsed each month by the Standards team. New entries, intentionally, can often lag behind the most current language. Ms. Royal likened new style guidance to new dictionary entries: The Times adds words once people are already widely using them, not before. “We don’t treat the stylebook as an instrument of activism; we don’t view it as at the vanguard of language,” Mr. Abrams said. “We generally want the stylebook to reflect common usage.” Most updates don’t require much input or approval from other editors, but on sensitive issues, he said, particularly those that reach every corner of Times coverage, a range of perspectives is vital. “Some have been pushing for this change for years,” Mr. Lacey said. “They consider Black like Latino and Asian and Native American, all of which are capitalized. Others see the change as a distraction from more important issues. Then there are those troubled that our policy will now capitalize ‘Black’ but not ‘white.’ Over all, the view was that there was a growing agreement in the country to capitalize and that The Times should not be a holdout.” Before the style change, Ms. Royal said, some writers might have been inclined to use African-American — the only uppercase option, and still acceptable per the Times stylebook — even when Black might have been more accurate. “Because of the history of Black people in this country, most of us do not have a specific African nation to link our ancestry back to,” she said. “Broadly speaking, when you are looking at a group of people of African ancestry in the United States, you do not know if they identify as African-American. You do not know if they were born in, say, Ghana or if they were born in the Bronx like I was.” But specificity is always preferred when possible, Mr. Abrams said — that is, when race is mentioned at all. Times policy advises reporters to cite a person’s race only if it’s pertinent to an article, and in those situations, reporters must explain why. The Times also looked at whether to capitalize white and brown in reference to race, but both will remain lowercase. Brown has generally been used to describe a wide range of cultures, Mr. Baquet and Mr. Corbett said in their memo to staff. As a result, its meaning can be unclear to readers; white doesn’t represent a shared culture and history in the way Black does, and also has long been capitalized by hate groups. “To be parallel does make sense usage-wise when talking about grammar and usage, but we can never just go on these sorts of standards,” Ms. Royal said. “Language doesn’t work that way. You have to consider the other factors.”

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A Native American Community in Baltimore Reclaims Its History

A Native American Community in Baltimore Reclaims Its History

Thousands of Lumbee Indians, members of the largest tribe east of the Mississippi, once lived in the neighborhoods of Upper Fells Point and Washington Hill

Isabel Spiegel

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October 5, 2020

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With the support of the University of Maryland, Baltimore County, a new archive is being established to collect the history of the Lumbee community (above from left are members of the intertribal Baltimore American Indian Center: Louis Campbell, Lumbee; Celest Swann, Powhatan; E. Keith Colston, Lumbee / Tuscarora). Edwin Remsberg, Maryland Traditions, VW Pics/Universal Images Group via Getty Images

One chilly March afternoon in 2018, Ashley Minner, a community artist, folklorist, professor and enrolled member of the Lumbee Tribe of North Carolina, gathered the elders together for a luncheon at Vinny’s, an Italian eatery on the outskirts of Baltimore. The group crowded around a family-style table, eager to chat with friends after a long winter. Over a dessert of cannoli and Minner’s homemade banana pudding, she got down to business to show the group what she had found—a 1969 federally commissioned map of the Lumbee Indian community in Baltimore as it stood in its heyday.

Her discovery was met with bewildered expressions.

“The elders said, ‘This is wrong. This is all wrong.’ They couldn’t even fix it,” Minner recalls from her seat at a large oak desk in Hornbake Library’s Special Collections room. When she speaks, she embodies a down-to-earth, solid presence, with an air of humility that her University of Maryland students will tell you is how she conducts her classes. That day, she wore no jewelry or makeup, just a T-shirt, jeans and a bright purple windbreaker.

Lumbee elders discuss Peck’s 1969 map on March 22, 2018. Far row left to right: Earl Strickland, Minnie S. Maynor, Gerald Butler, Sarah Arnold, Adam Smith (non-Lumbee), Lizzie Locklear. Near row: Heyman “Jonesy” Jones, Jeanette W. Jones, Mattie “Ty” Fields, Howard Redell Hunt, Jeanette Hunt. Photo courtesy of Sean Scheidt

At the luncheon, plates were cleared but questions remained. The elders drafted a rough sketch of the neighborhood based on their recollections. Now it was Minner’s turn to be perplexed. Though she has lived all her life in the Baltimore area, nothing looked remotely familiar.

“It wasn’t until my Aunt Jeanette took me to Baltimore Street, and pointed and said, ‘This is where I used to live,’ that I realized the reason I wasn’t getting it was because it’s a park now. The whole landscape has been transformed.”

Baltimore may be famous for John Waters, Edgar Allan Poe, and steamed crabs, but very few people are aware that there was once a sizeable population of American Indians, the Lumbee tribe, who lived in the neighborhoods of Upper Fells Point and Washington Hill. By the 1960s, there were so many Native Americans living in the area that many Lumbee affectionately referred to it as “The Reservation.” In the early 1970s, this part of Baltimore underwent a massive urban renewal development project and many Lumbee residences were destroyed, including most of the 1700 block of East Baltimore Street. “Almost every Lumbee-occupied space was turned into a vacant lot or a green space,” Minner says. The population of “The Reservation” continued to decrease between 1970 and 1980, when thousands of Baltimoreans moved out of the city to Baltimore County, including many Lumbee.

Now, Minner, age 37, is embarking on a mission to share their stories with the world. In conjunction with her Ph.D. research and with the support of the University of Maryland, Baltimore County, she is creating an archive devoted to her community, including a more accurate map of how the neighborhood used to be, so that their contributions to the city’s cultural legacy will be rendered visible to history.

“We run the gamut of skin colors, eye colors and hair textures,” Minner says. “When the Lumbee came to Baltimore, Westerns were all the rage. But we didn’t look like the Indians on TV.” Jill Fannon for Bmore Art

The Lumbee are the largest tribe east of the Mississippi and the ninth largest in the country. They derive their name from the Lumbee River that flows through tribal territory in Robeson, Cumberland, Hoke and Scotland counties of North Carolina. They descend from Iroquoian, Siouan and Algonquian speaking people, who settled in the area and formed a cohesive community, seeking refuge from disease, colonial warfare and enslavement. Some intermarried with non-Indigenous peoples, including whites and blacks. After World War II, thousands of Lumbee moved north to cities like Baltimore, Philadelphia and Detroit, seeking work and eager to escape Jim Crow segregation. They traded the back-breaking labor of sharecropping for jobs in factories, construction and the service industry. Many also became small business owners.

The Lumbee have fought unsuccessfully for full federal recognition from the U.S. government since 1888. Congress passed the Lumbee Act in 1956, which recognized the tribe as Native American. However, it did not give them full federal recognition, which grants access to federal funds and other rights. A bi-partisan bill called the Lumbee Recognition Act is now pending before Congress.

The historically mixed-race heritage of the Lumbee has played a role in the government’s denial of recognition, and marginalization at the federal level has a trickle-down effect. Many Lumbee in Baltimore, like members of other tribes living in urban areas across the country, suffer from cases of “mistaken identity.”

“I’ve been called Asian, Puerto Rican, Hawaiian—everything but what I am,” Minner says. “Then you tell people that you’re Indian, and they say, ‘No, you’re not.’ It does something to you psychologically to have people not accept you for who you are day in and day out.” Minner is Lumbee on her mother’s side and Anglo-American on her father’s side. Her husband, Thomas, is Lumbee and African American.

When the elders said their goodbyes at the restaurant, they promised to meet again to help Minner with her research. Over the weeks and months that followed, Minner and some of the elders revisited the streets of Upper Fells Point. As with Proust’s madeleine, sometimes all it took was sitting on a particular porch or standing on a familiar street corner for the floodgates of memory to open.

“It’s phenomenological. You re-embody the space and you re-remember,” Minner explains.

They pointed out the phantoms of once-upon-a-time buildings. Sid’s Ranch House, a famous Lumbee hangout, is now a vacant lot. A former Lumbee carryout restaurant has been replaced by Tacos Jalisco. South Broadway Baptist Church at 211 S. Broadway still stands and serves as one of the last anchor points for the Lumbee, who remain in the city.

Minner reviews images from the Baltimore News American collection at the University of Maryland, College Park. In hand is a photo of Lumbee women displaying a quilt at the Baltimore American Indian Center. Xueying Chang, Smithsonian Center for Folklife and Cultural Heritage

Minner’s deep dive into Lumbee history started with her own family. While still in high school, she recorded her grandfather’s memories of Baltimore and North Carolina. “I guess it’s that fear of loss and knowing that people aren’t around forever,” Minner said, reflecting on what prompted her to document his stories. Elaine Eff, a former Maryland state folklorist and one of Minner’s mentors, said that Minner is in a unique position to document the Lumbee. “An outsider just wouldn’t understand the nuances of the culture,” she said. “Ashley straddles both worlds.”

By collaborating with the elders, Minner is offering them the opportunity to decide how their personal and collective history will be presented.

“I began working on this project [thinking] there were no records,” Minner says, surrounded by boxes of old photographs and stacks of phone directories. Preeminent Lumbee historian Malinda Maynor Lowery, who sat on Minner’s dissertation committee, reassured Minner that she could find proof of the Lumbee’s extensive presence in Baltimore. After all, they had home addresses and telephone numbers like every other Baltimorean. Lowery advised Minner to look through census records, newspaper articles and city directories in local archives.

After examining multiple articles and the census records, Minner discovered that pinpointing the exact number of Lumbee in Baltimore during the 1950s and 60s when the community was at its peak was more complex than she had anticipated. According to the researcher who produced the 1969 map, John Gregory Peck, the census records at that time only distinguished between “whites” and “non-whites.” The Lumbee were classified as white; for outsiders, Lumbee have continually defied racial categorization.

“We run the gamut of skin colors, eye colors and hair textures,” Minner says. “When the Lumbee came to Baltimore, Westerns were all the rage. But we didn’t look like the Indians on TV.” Despite many success stories, the Lumbee community in Baltimore has struggled with illiteracy, poverty and criminal incidents. Minner acknowledges that historical accounts tend to highlight the problems the Lumbee have faced but also emphasize the darker aspects of their story. “The older articles are often really negative. It’s always about a knife fight or a gun fight,” Minner says, referring to news clippings she has compiled, some of which feature crimes allegedly perpetrated by Lumbee.

In addition to materials sourced from city and state archives, Minner’s new Lumbee archive will include oral histories and contributions from elders’ personal collections. She is quick to point out that acting as both a tribal member and scholar can make determining “how much to sanitize the ugly things” a challenge.

The Lumbee archive will be housed at the University of Maryland, Baltimore County. Minner’s compilation created with Lumbee elders will form the backbone of the collection. She believes the collection could take as long as five years to assemble. A digital version of the Lumbee archive will be accessible through the Baltimore American Indian Center in addition to UMBC, so that community members can conduct their own research. Elaine Eff also stressed the importance of the archive being widely known and accessible. “The fact that the archive is going to UMBC in Special Collections is significant,” Eff said. “It means that it can be a jumping-off point for other projects on the Lumbee.”

A feature story on the Lumbee of Baltimore in the September 1957 issue of Ebony Magazine depicts Minner’s aunt, Jeanette Jones (Locklear) at top left of the right page. The caption reads: “Typical Indian girl,” with no mention of her name. Sean Scheidt

“I couldn’t do any of this on my own,” Minner says, as she opens a box of photos from the Baltimore News American archive. “Most of the elders are in their 70s, and they are the greatest resource available to anybody right now about what we had here.”

When she discovers a photo or an old newspaper clipping that corresponds with an elders’ story, Minner gets excited. “Many times they don’t know they’re in the archives. I’ll take pictures and show them what I found, like, ‘Look where you were living in 1958!’”

“This is sister Dosha,” Minner says, selecting a photo of a jovial, silver-haired woman presenting a pot of fish to the camera with the pride of a new grandparent. “She had a beautiful voice and her song was ‘How Great Thou Art.’” She picks another photo from the folder, featuring a taxidermy eagle posed menacingly behind three women who grasp opposite ends of a quilt as if preparing for the bird to nose-dive into the center. “That’s Alme Jones,” she says, pointing to an elder wearing oversized spectacles. “She was my husband’s grandmother.”

Next, Minner opens a massive R.L. Polk directory and begins searching for Lumbee names that correspond with addresses in Upper Fells Point. “In the 1950s, it’s still kind of a mix. We can see some Jewish names, Polish names.” She carefully turns the delicate pages, scanning the list of diminutive print. “There’s a Locklear. Here’s a Hunt,” she says. “As it gets into the 60s, all the names become Lumbee. There’s a Revels, Chavis…”

The Lumbee have a handful of common last names that make them easily distinguishable—to another Lumbee, at least. She finds the 1700 block of Baltimore Street, the heart of “The Reservation.”

“And that’s where my Aunt Jeanette lived, right there, on Irvine Place,” says Minner.

Jeanette Locklear (above: as a young girl in North Carolina) directed the Indian Education program in the Baltimore City Public School District to instill pride in Native students. Photo courtesy of Jeanette W. Jones, née Locklear

Jeanette W. Jones sits next to her niece on the couch at Jones’s home in Dundalk, Baltimore County. The side table is crowded with a collection of porcelain and glass angels. A white cross hanging in the doorway between the living room and kitchen says, “God Protect This Family.” Minner says Jones has been “front and center” in her research and a source of inspiration for the archive project.

“I told Ashley, you’ve got to know your people.” Jones speaks in a deep baritone, her Robeson County lilt adding bounce and verve to the words. She has a stern gaze which flickers warm when she laughs and an air of authority harking back to her days as an educator in the public-school system.

One of the many accounts of racial prejudice that Minner has recorded for the Lumbee archive features Jones. In 1957, a journalist and a photographer from Ebony Magazine were sent to document Lumbee of Baltimore—deemed “mysterious” by the magazine. Unbeknownst to Jones, a photo of her as a 14-year-old attending a youth dance was featured in the spread, with the caption, “Typical Indian girl.” The headline of the article read: “Mystery People of Baltimore: Neither red nor white nor black, strange “Indian” tribe lives in world of its own.”

Despite being a publication written and published by people of color, Minner points out that the tone of the article was derogatory. “They were trying to understand us within a racial binary where people can only be black or white. They probably thought, ‘Well they look black-adjacent, but we’re not sure.’”

Jones made it her mission when she directed the Indian Education program in the Baltimore Public School District to instill pride in Native students. She advocated for college scholarships for Native Americans, created an Indigenous Peoples library with books on Native cultures, and provided one-on-one tutoring for struggling students. She was equally determined to expose her niece to the richness of her Lumbee heritage. She took Minner to culture classes at the Baltimore American Indian Center, taught her traditional recipes, and invited her to Native American-themed field trips with her students.

When she graduated from the Maryland Institute College of Art with her BFA in fine art, Minner discovered she too had a passion for working with Lumbee youth. Jones groomed her niece to take over her job with Indian Education. Minner devoted 12 years to working in the school district. During that time, she also founded and directed a successful after-school art program for Native American youth and earned two master’s degrees. Eventually, the low pay and daily challenges of working as a community advocate began to affect her health. Minner felt guilty about quitting, but Jones encouraged her to move on and advance her career.

“I didn’t have kids. I had a family to help support me,” Minner says, settling back into her aunt’s plethora of sofa pillows. “A lot of things made it possible for me to spend that much time and give that much of myself. Most people in our community can’t. They’re just not in a position to.”

“She’s educating people beyond the classroom,” Jones says. “She’s surpassed me now.”

Heyman ”Jonesy” Jones grew up in North Carolina and moved to Baltimore as a young man to work at General Motors. Xueying Chang, Smithsonian Center for Folklife and Cultural Heritage

They lead the way to the “Indian room” of her home, as Jones calls it, aptly named for its assortment of Native American themed trinkets and traditional handicrafts. The mantelpiece is adorned with Hummel-esque statuettes of Plains women wearing buckskin dresses and feathered headbands. A bow and arrow are mounted on the wall, along with family photos and an oil painting of teepees. Heyman Jones, Jeanette Jones’s husband of four years, is watching TV. He wears a plaid flannel shirt and a red baseball cap with the Lumbee tribal insignia. At 82-years-old, he possesses the spirit and stride of a much younger man.

“He’s a newlywed,” Minner quips, as if to explain his boyish enthusiasm. “They go everywhere together. Wear matching outfits.”

“Mr. Heyman” grew up in North Carolina and moved to Baltimore as a young man to work at General Motors. He bounds out of the chair to show off a group photo of his family at his father’s house during Homecoming, when Lumbee gather together for barbecue, church hymns, a parade, a powwow and other activities.

“Mr. Heyman’s father was a famous singer,” Minner says.

“Would you like to hear one of his songs?” Mr. Heyman inquires, and after a resounding yes, he opens the sliding glass door to the backyard to retrieve a CD from the garage.

“He just went right out in the rain!” says Minner, shaking her head and smiling. Back inside, Mr. Heyman, his shoulders damp with rain, places the CD in the player and turns the volume up full blast. First, a tinny piano chord intro, then a swell of voices layered in perfect harmony. Finally, his father’s high tenor solo, bright and clear, vaults over the other singers as he belts out, “Lord, I’ve been a hardworking pilgrim.” The den in Dundalk is momentarily filled with the sounds of the beloved Lumbee church of his childhood in North Carolina.

“He always sang for the lord,” Mr. Heyman says, his voice choked with emotion as he remembers attending church with his father. “He was a deeply religious man. He’d be out working in the field, and if somebody passed away, they’d call him in to come sing at the funeral.”

Minner and Jones exchange a glance, as if they’ve heard this story many times before.

According to Minner, Mr. Heyman knows everyone, both in North Carolina and in Baltimore. He’s like a walking, talking family tree—an invaluable repository of knowledge about Lumbee family ties.

Jones and Minner no longer work in the public-school system, but Minner has discovered a different way to give back to Lumbee youth. She is creating a bridge between the past and the present, the seniors and the teens, through the power of collective memory.

“Our young people can be particularly unmoored,” Minner says. “There are all kinds of ways society makes you feel like you don’t belong. I think when you realize that your history is much deeper than what you knew, it gives you a different sense of belonging. I think this [archive] project could help with that. We are part of a long, rich history. We helped build this city. We helped develop the character it has now. It’s ours too.”

A version of the article was originally published by the Smithsonian Center for Folklife and Cultural Heritage.

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We’re transcriptionists, not audio engineers, but Audacity is a free program that can be a GREAT help. Here’s how to reduce the background noise in an old recording using Audacity.

As you have experienced, we usually receive files with A LOT OF BACKGROUND NOISE. So Beth told me about using Audacity to reduce the background noise, and I checked it and found it SUPER HELPFUL. I hope you can try this, and then you’ll see—hear—how much better the recording sounds! 

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So here’s what the file looks like in Audacity:

Change your cursor to the magnifying glass:

Zoom in on your file with the magnifying glass. When I click on that file with the cursor as a magnifying glass, I get this–I clicked about six times:

Those long, low segments are your background noise. See how fuzzy they are? What you want to do is get a sample of the background noise. So change your cursor back to the I-bar and highlight the first seconds of that fuzzy stuff. 

You want to get a sample of the background noise. So I change my cursor back to the I-bar and highlight the first seconds of that fuzzy stuff. 

Now go to Effect, Noise Reduction, and use your selection as a noise sample. Click on Get Noise Profile. It just takes a second for Audacity to collect the noise profile sample. 

Go back to your audio file and press Ctrl+A to select the whole audio file.

Go back to Effect–> Noise Reduction and click OK. It will take the noise measured in that sample and subtract it from the whole file.

It doesn’t take too long to remove the hums and hisses; the result is AMAZING. 

Give it a try the next time you come across a file with some background noise, and let us know how it went!

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