Saturday, March 29, 2014

Working Definition of Oral History

1. Oral History is about memory. It is about the moment when she says, “I don’t think I’ve ever told this story before,” and you can see through her eyes that she is finding her way back to that moment.

Sheila: I was alone in that house. I think we still had electricity, but we only had one light or two lights, you know. And I was alone in that house that night, and I had pajamas, which my mother had given me. They were baby doll pajamas. So not really a whole lot of protection or anything to make you feel confident. And about two o’clock in the morning this guy, who had been in the field and who had had to earn some money for school, came in. He had been a bartender at some club in Jackson, so he had had a few drinks before he left the club. He came in and he didn’t know I was there. And I didn’t know anyone else was there. I open the door. He sees this white woman in baby doll pajamas outlined against the light, and he starts screaming because he thought he had been set up, and the White Citizen’s Council was waiting outside. When he started screaming, I started screaming too. Ahhh! [Laughs] But we got it all straightened out, which was kind of a miracle that we were able to talk to each other.
Sheila Michaels

2. Oral History is about social history. It is about locating where peoples' memories intersect with each other in the larger historical narrative. Oral history values personal experiences and personal conflict (both as stories that need to be told and as ways to reclaim voices that have previously been silenced).

Sheila: And I’m sure we [Hattiesburg, Mississippi] didn’t get publicity during the Freedom Summer because Sandy was gay. And maybe because I was there, but I think they just had this macho image.
Sandy Leigh

3. Oral History is about the way we tell stories. What is left out? How is the story told? How can we recreate the inflection, volume, and other characteristics that enhance the story that is being told?

Sheila: But everybody had a terrible crush on her. Dave Dennis had a terrible crush on her. Martin Luther King had a terrible crush on her. And he used to call her Red. And she was maybe a little darker than I am. A lot of people thought she was Mexican. She was part everything. We were very close friends for years, and then I caught her husband out with a woman. It was just the way they were walking, I knew they were together. I wrapped on the window.

And he said, “You’re not going to tell Mary are you?”
And I said, “I have to think about this, you know.”

And I talked to my former husband (we were separated). I talked to the man I was seeing at that point. I talked to the woman I was having coffee with at that point. And everybody said don’t tell Mary.

Don’t tell Mary! 

Mary Hamilton
You know, with her temper [running out of breath] Don’t. Tell. Mary.

I talked to my mother who had Aphasia and couldn’t talk anymore, and I said, "Do you think I should tell her?"
And she said, “Mmmm-mmm” [sounding like no].

I said, “Okay.” And Mary didn’t talk to me for fourteen years.


Thursday, March 27, 2014

Desmond Tutu — A God Of Surprises (Mar 20, 2014)

https://soundcloud.com/onbeing/desmond-tutu-a-god-of

 Beautiful stories from On Being about the power of telling our stories and Forgiveness. If you have an hour give this first piece a listen.

Sunday, March 9, 2014

Meditations on oral history, autobiography, memory, vanishing places
ORAL HISTORY

working definitions

Meditations on

the larger world

consciousness

the nature of reality

time

history as dream
history as backdrop

THE BLOG:

a place for stories, journal entries, photographs, videos, movies, collage
remembering

a virtual rehearsal space for an upcoming oral history-based multimedia exhibit--May 12, 2014
(Slonim Living Room)








ORAL HISTORY-- A HIGHLY STRUCTURED INFORMAL CONVERSATION
IMPROVISATION WITHIN A SET FRAMEWORK OR STRUCTURE





START BY TELLING ME WHERE AND WHEN YOU WERE BORN


AND


A LITTLE BIT ABOUT YOUR EARLY LIFE


TELL ME SOME  OF YOUR EARLIEST MEMORIES
TELL ME A STORY ABOUT YOUR MOTHER
YOUR FATHER
GRANDMOTHER


DESCRIBE YOUR NEIGHBORHOOD
TELL ME A STORY ABOUT AN INTERESTING NEIGHBORHOOD CHARACTER.













WHERE AND WHEN WERE YOU...TELL ME A SAD STORY...TELL ME A STORY YOU'LL NEVER FORGET...TELL ME...DESCRIBE...AND THEN WHAT HAPPENED....


WHAT WAS PLAYING ON THE RADIO


I REMEMBER...AND THEN I REMEMBER...AND THEN...I REMEMBER











FROM AN INTERVIEW IWTH JAY SWITHERS:



Well, I could remember being much younger, and maybe eight years old, and I
remember visiting a family member at the hospital and I was too young to go up. At that
time, you had to be a certain age to go up to the room. And while I was waiting outside,
this guy sort of went to climb up a fence and his ankle got caught on the picket and he
kind of dangled there bleeding to death for like a few minutes before anybody helped
him. I always remembered that, because I think I—after a little while watching it, I
walked to the curb and I threw up. I never forgot that. I never forgot that.


Then there was another time in my training where I was just becoming an EMT and part
of being an EMT you had to do rotations in the hospital. You had to observe like maybe
one or two tours and there was a little kid, maybe three years old, that had a laceration on
his scalp, and I remember it like it was yesterday, where the kid was screaming, the
mother was screaming, he was bleeding, and they said okay, they put him down, and they
tied him all up, let him scream, and they started putting needles into his wound with
lidocaine, so it wouldn’t hurt so much when they would be sewing it. What looked like a
little laceration to begin with, it became—they started to take a needle and thread and sew
from one side to another and pull, kind of like a little more blood would ooze out. Just
watching it for maybe like fifteen minutes, I started to—you know I’m watching the kid
scream, I’m watching him only making it worse, while making it better, I started to
second guess whether or not I could actually watch it—deal with this blood and guts if I
could barely deal with a little laceration that was maybe an inch and a half long.


Okay, well, upon graduating the academy and having been promised that
somebody would pull the right strings and I’d be working either at Coney Island Hospital
or—the last day, all the boys from Bay Ridge were sent to Harlem. It was kind of like...










MORE REMEMBERING/GERRY ALBARELLI--YOUNG, OLD


Think of the past as a movie constantly playing in an old (boarded-up) Times Square movie theater--a theater that never closes. Some old projectionist periodically changes the film reel up in the projectionist's booth; a woman in a cage out front sells tickets all day and all night; men who have nowhere else to go sleep in the worn plush chairs of the decrepit theater. Some people actually show up to see the featured attraction. However, most are here for reasons that have nothing to do with the movie on the screen. Most of the people wandering around inside this theater don't know exactly what they are doing here. They're not even sure how they got here. They know only--or they think they do--that they are here. They seem to have forgotten some of the important things they once thought they knew. It's as if the theater operated according to its own esoteric manner of measuring time. One is never quite sure what's playing on the screen--only that the objects and characters are vaguely familiar. And then this happens: I suddenly recognize with sharp, surprising clarity what I am seeing -- yes, I recognize that apron, that tumbleweed, the look in the leading man's eyes. I recognize them in a way that no one else ever could; and it is precisely for this reason--because these are my particular memories and no one else's--that others will recognize them too.






Friday, March 7, 2014

Not by Faith Alone :: "Blind Faith" A Personal Blog

knightsweat.wordpress.com

Above is the link to my personal website. It is a blog I recently started in conjunction with the 2014 Spring Semester. In it lies meditations on art, new media and oral history. I hope some of you will be able to follow it throughout the rest of the semester. For I do not post like a mad hatter late to tea but sometimes I may act that way. I will be re-posting some of my meditations, on class and oral history interviews I will be conducting, through this blog...supposing I have this interface correct.

Below is a link to a recent "On Being" talk that I found coincided with our class in many ways::

Paul Elie — Faith Fired by Literature


The next link is a gallery of these famous Catholics through photos

Photos: Literary Giants in a Catholic Light