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Friday, September 4, 2015

Phineas Gage

During the mid 1800's a man by the name of Phineas P. Gage worked as the Foreman of a The Rutland and Burlington Railroad, near Cavendish, Vermont.  Phineas had a well earned reputation of having a very methodical mind, and was well respected for having a mind as "sharp as a tack" for both business and in supervising his crew. 


On Wednesdday, September 13, 1848, Phineas and his crew had prepared to ignite an explosive charge at the bottom of a borehole, as part of every day work in preparing a railbed,  by using a tamping iron.  

A tamping iron is a long, straight, metal rod, which is often described as being similar to a crowbar but without a curve or crook in it. More accurately, its appearance is like a javelin, being long and tapering down from 1 and 1/4 inches thick to a diameter of about 1/4 inch of solid iron.  It weighed about 13 and 1/2 pounds!



Actual tamping iron and skull of Phineas Gage
On that day, the tamping iron bore a hole 3 feet and 7 inches.  An unexpected spark caused an explosion - and the tamping iron was blown from the borehold - straight through Phineas' skull.  The tamping iron entered under the bone of his left cheek, passed behind his left eye and exited through the top of his head.  The iron was said to have landed some 80 or 90 feet away!  





"Gage "was thrown upon his back by the explosion, and gave a few convulsive motions of the extremities, but spoke in a few minutes", walked with little assistance, and sat upright in an oxcart for the 3⁄4-mile ride to his lodgings in town. About thirty minutes after the accident Dr. Edward H. Williams, finding Gage sitting in a chair outside the hotel, was greeted with "one of the great understatements of medical history"" -wiki



Dr. Edward H. Williams documented this statement::

"When I drove up he said, "Doctor, here is business enough for you." I first noticed the wound upon the head before I alighted from my carriage, the pulsations of the brain being very distinct. The top of the head appeared somewhat like an inverted funnel, as if some wedge-shaped body had passed from below upward. Mr. Gage, during the time I was examining this wound, was relating the manner in which he was injured to the bystanders. I did not believe Mr. Gage's statement at that time, but thought he was deceived. Mr. Gage persisted in saying that the bar went through his head. Mr. G. got up and vomited; the effort of vomiting pressed out about half a teacupful of the brain, which fell upon the floor."



Dr. John Martin Harlow, a physician from Cavendish, then attended Phineas Gage for 3 months until Gage returned home to Lebanon, New Hampshire.  Dr. J.M. Harlow found this to be a unique opportunity to study neuroscience, and to document the affects of an individual having survived such severe brain damage and subsequently the profound personality changes as the result of such an accident.  


Dr. J. M. Harlow
Harlow published a medical report in 1848, contributing to modern neurology, but it was largly unpopular among his peers.  During this time, science of the brain was in its infancy and many important written medical contributions were being made by other's in the field of neuroscience, psycho-pathology, and psychology.  The case of Phineas Gage, regained popularity when Harlow published another medical report in 1868, this time citing the profound personality changes which connected neuroscience to specific traits of behavior.  

Today there exists few facts and one may have difficulty separating fact from fiction, but what is known, is that Phineas Gage was brought back to work as foreman, but he was forever changed.  The once steadfast, serious man had returned as a shadow of himself.  It is reported that he took to swearing and cussing, and could not perform his regular duties.  According to his most accounts from his family and friends, he was "No longer Gage".



Phineas Gage, with famous tamping iron
So, Phineas took odd jobs to include traveling through New England and Europe with his tamping iron in order to earn money, and it is said that he appeared in the Barnum American Museum in New York. This is not 100% verified. 


He worked briefly at a livery stable in New Hampshire and then spent seven years as a stagecoach driver in Chile. He eventually moved to San Francisco to live with his mother as his health deteriorated. After suffering a series of epileptic seizures, Gage died on May 20, 1860, almost 13 years after his accident.

Seven years after his death, Gage's body was exhumed from San Francisco's Lone Mountain Cemetery.  His skull and the tamping rod were taken to Dr. Harlow, and later donated to the Warren Museum at Harvard University's School of Medicine, where they remain on display.




"The case created a good deal of interest in both medical and lay circles at the time and which continues to this day. Gage had survived a horrendous injury; his case began to have an influence on the science of localization of brain function. For nearly twenty years knowledge of the profound personality change was not widely disseminated. It was true that he was physically unchanged except for obvious scars, and that his mental capacity was unchanged."






"But, without knowledge of the personality difference, most people thought he had survived totally unchanged. His case was therefore used as evidence against the doctrine that any functions were localized in the brain, especially against the phrenological version of it. Later it was also used as negative evidence in the medical debates regarding aphasia and frontal lobe function. The real story was published after 1868 by David Ferrier, the notable English doctor and physiological research worker. Even today, the case continues to generate controversy." - virtualvermont.com



Photo Credits: All photos and images found on Google Images

Sunday, August 23, 2015

Gramdmother Gertie

Today, my grandmother, Gertrude Marion Manning, would have been 117 years old.  She was born in August 23,1898.


Yesterday, I attended a family reunion which our family still has each year, at or around the  time of my Grandmother's birthday. She is still honored and remembered.  And now, we can say that we have honored her for generations, as her great, and great-great grandchildren emerge.


Yesterday, I had brought with me several folders that belonged to my late father, which was a collection of family genealogy, news-clippings, certificates and information.  As we all poured through the folders, I discovered a hand-written account which unmistakably bore my grandmother's writing.  It was an account of Grammy and Grampa's honeymoon, which began on May 1, 1919.  Following is Gertie's account as it appears in cursive.  I have not changed the punctuation or spelling to preserve it's authenticity. See notes, below for some extra information.

Thursday May 1st, 1919
Married at 1:30 P.M. by Rev. Geo. W. Peck Jr.  Horace Hinckley and Marjorie LaFond attended us.  Reception with 60 friends and relatives present.  Ice cream and cake were served.  We left amid a storm of confetti and rice.  Old shoes, tin pans and signs decorated the car driven by Earl Pearsons.  Arrived at Pearson's cottage at Chittenden at 3:45 P.M.  Menu.  French fried potatoes, fried eggs, cocoa, cake, bread, butter and pickles.  Lunch at 9 P.M. cocoa, cake and grape-nut.  Bed at 9:30 P.M.

Friday May 2nd. 1919
Arose at 8:30.  Breakfast at 9:30 a.m. Menu.  Grape-nut, pancakes, maple syrup, coffee.  Sat in Davises boat greater share of morning.  Percy went to Slab City at 12 N.  Came back at 2:30 P.M.  Got lost went 1 miles out of way.  Dinner Menu.  Mashed potatoes, fried toast, olives, pickles, tea and cake.  Went after water.  Lunched in P.M. on C.C.C.  Chocolates and oranges.  Supper at 7 P.M.  Menu. Tomato Soup, ala Bolonia, bread, butter, cocoa, lemon jello c̅ whipped cream, almonds and English walnuts.  Married life in Camp certainly agrees with Percy's appetite.  Lunch .  Bread and Butter, Lemon jello and oranges. Bed at 8:30 P.M. Slept fine with the exception of hearing what we thought was rats running around but proved to be rain on the roof.

Saturday.  May 3rd, 1919
Arose at 9:30 a.m.  Breakfast at 10:30 a.m.  Menu.  Grape nu, oranges, coffee, egg on toast.  Percy ate 3.  Walked out a-round woods.  Dinner at 3:30 P.M.  Walked down to Aaron Congdons and telephoned home.  Menu for dinner.  Steel Head trout, cheese sandwiches, fried potatoes, lemon jello, tea, bread and butter.  Supper at 7 P.M.  Menu.  Tomato Soup, Pears, Bread and butter, cake and cocoa.  Bed at 8:30 P.M.

Sunday May 4th 1919.
Arose at 9 a.m.  Breakfast at 10 a.m.  Menu.  Grape-nut, pan cake and syrup and coffee.  Rowed in Davises boat walked around woods.  Had dinner early as we expected Pearsons after us.  Got home at 4:30 P.M.  Stayed home all night.  Monday P.M. began keeping house at 234 South Main St. Rutland, VT.  Same day that the flying Circus visited Rutland.

Percy and Gertie
Notes:

I can only assume that Percy and Gertie were married at the Baptist Parsonage (or the Baptist Church) in Rutland, as I have located many references to Rev. Geo. W. Peck Jr., officiating in the same capacity for others in that same year.  It's location, today, (I believe) is that of the First Baptist Church on Center Street in Rutland.

I love my Grandmother's comments about new married life and her husband's appetite.

The letter c with a line over it means, "with"; It means "with". It's from the latin, "cum" (pronounced coom).




How my Grandparents met from my father's account. 

My grandmother was riding either a trolley or a train in Rutland with her parents and her sisters.  Apparently, Percy spotted my grandmother and followed them.  The story goes, he followed them home, and my grandmother's parents were cordial.  He courted Gertie for a short time, before they were married.  I guess you could say that Percy had been struck by the proverbial thunderbolt!


My grandmother's mother was Maude Marion Eddy, born December 13, 1881, and died in 1973.

Maude Manning
Her father was Fredson Ellsworth Manning, who was born on December 16, 1877.

Maude Marion was the daughter of Daniel Webster Eddy (of the famous Eddy Brothers of Chittenden, VT) and Josephine Rivers. Here is their wedding certificate:


My grandmother married Percy Herman Hinckley in 1919.  Percy was born on June 13, 1896.

Percy's mother was Jennie E. Bailey (born in Rutland, no other record mentioned), and his father was Jessie H. Hinckley born in Clarendon, in 1873.



Sunday, July 26, 2015

Take the ByWay!

Planning a trip to Vermont? You must know by now, I love this state, and am very happy to offer this suggestion to the would-be traveler:  If at all possible, take any of these historic Byway routes instead of the Interstate.  Leave the Interstate to the "18-Wheelers" and other trucks. Our byways are not only scenic, but are also a great place for the adventurer. Depending on the byway, our roads can be anywhere from 30 miles, up to 400 miles long!  And yes, just for the record, I have traveled every single one of these byways by car or motorcycle....

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Please take a look at this map (PDF) which I found on the Vermont Byways Program website.  If you go to this webpage, scroll to the bottom and click on any of the byway signs for a more detailed map of the area you wish to travel.  I recommend printing the maps in color to put in your glove box or add to your atlas.  Of course, you use your GPS, but they are not always 100% accurate. Here is their website:  http://www.vermont-byways.us/



"Vermont Byways are established from the ground up by local residents taking part in the National Scenic Byways Program, and funded through the Federal Highway Administration. Byway supporters realize their local areas are rich in history, culture, scenic and recreational opportunities. They are proud of their heritage and the place they call home and want to tell their story to you, their guest." Source:  http://www.vermont-byways.us/



Vermont Deadline will tell you that there are 10 Byways in Vermont, to date.  I recommend any of them.  I also recommend stopping in a town and exploring.  Have lunch or dinner, talk to the locals and see what happens....  

 

 

 



Yesterday, we hopped on the Goldwing and headed north through Montpelier, and onto Route 2 to Middlesex.  We took a left onto Route 100 which is the Mad River Byway (detailed larger scale PDF map).  


Route 100 for a day trip is a beautiful choice as the road is in great shape and the mountain scenery is in your face.  I love the peppery scent of cedar and pine that mixes and fills your senses as you drive along this road.  But, driver beware!  Be on the lookout for deer, moose, as well as bicyclists!  Route 100 gives the traveler plenty of opportunities for hiking, canoeing or kayaking.   You can access the Nation's oldest long-distance hiking trail:  The Long Trail or stop by any of the small communities and discover their secrets.  

Photo: yourplacevermont.com
Byways are the very best option to discover quaint villages, who sell local Vermont products.  You can find local maple syrup and dairy products to natural soaps to handmade arts and crafts in various mediums.  


You can stop along side the byway to dip your feet or swim in the Mad River or stand at an amazing waterfall to have your picture taken! There are plenty of historic sites to visit and great places to eat, and taverns to drink (link to D's Dog House, Granville where you can sometimes be lucky enough to hear the Band "CRUISE CONTROL").  The bucolic settings offers plenty of photo opps such as many steeple churches, town greens, vast countryside with the Green Mountains as a back-drop and lots of native farms, as well as covered bridges! There are also chances to play golf, to go fishing, camping, skiing, snowboarding or to play tennis....and the list goes on!


Old Rusty with his "baby"
The road we chose, took us through Moretown, Waitsfield, Warren, and into Granville.  Below Waitsfield, is the Town of Irasville, where you can turn onto Route 17 which is also part of the Mad River Byway and will take you to Baby Stark, Molly Stark and Beane Mountains, respectfully.

madrivervalley.com offers this description:

A 2.6 mile round-trip hike that gains over 500' of elevation to a unique lookout. From Rt. 17 you hike north on the Long Trail, which climbs steeply, passes a spur to the Mad River Glen Lookout, then reaches a high point at the flat ridge of Molly Stark Mountain summit. The trail goes over the summit and on to Molly Stark's Balcony where there is a great view of Camel's Hump, the intervening peaks, with the Worcester Mountains visible to the east.

In Waitsfield, Russ and I walked through the Vermont Festival of the Arts, which was a public, outdoor event. There was plenty of food to sample, a band was playing and a multitude of various local artisan's selling their wares.


Before arriving in Rochester, we passed "Genes Road", and I couldn't help but wonder, is this were people find their routes [roots]?  Bad joke, I know...but my mind tends to wander on the back of the bike....
Great food, great service, great local folk and Cousin Cora works there ♥
We continued down the byway below Granville and arrived in Rochester where we ate lunch at Sandy's Books and Bakery  as the Rochester Cafe was packed and not a single seat left!  In the gorgeous town of Rochester, you can discover a variety of fun stores, and a large and beautiful town Green, complete with a gazebo.  Rochester hosts their Summer Concert Series here, and artists naturally gravitate to this area to build their businesses and to live, respectfully.  


Rochester's "Green" in the fall
After lunch, we continued south but then turned onto Route 73 (still in Rochester) through Goshen toward Middlebury. Here, the road will take you onto the bottom of the Lake Champlain Byway (Route 7).  The Lake Champlain Byway is another fantastic road to take for a day trip, as this will bring you north into Vermont's Islands District. You can continue straight north into Canada in Alburgh. 



On Route 73, you travel through the town of Forest Dale (which is either a hamlet of, or part of the town of Brandon). I thought to myself, I want to live in a town by this name!  I pictured fairies dancing in backyards, Celtic music playing and people dressed in Ren Faire clothing.... but alas!  It was just a passing fancy as we drove through. 

Lilies are used domestically, and they are found growing wild all over the state during our summer months.  

My view from the back of the Goldwing sometimes....
If you were to continue south on Route 100, you will discover that the road turns into Scenic Route 100 Byway, through Pittsfield, Mendon, Rutland and continues to the very bottom of the state! 

We traveled up the Lake Champlain Byway, and then turned onto Route 125 which brings you through Ripton and eventually lands you back on Route 100, and returned home the way we came.  






My new catch-phrase:
"Get off the highway, take the byway!"