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Saturday, December 17, 2022

A CHRISTMAS CAROL

I know precisely when and where modern Christmas was born. It was late on the evening of Thursday, 5 October, 1843. And it was on the dismal streets of the Lancaster industrial town of Manchester, England. 
Then and there a dapper 31 year old clean shaven Charles John Huffman Dickens (above) went for a stroll.  He walked purposefully past the clattering cotton and textile mills and the stinking bleach works.
He slipped like an alien through the laborers milling around the foundry shops and on the docks of the befouled Irwell River -  men women and children who toiled 12 hours a day, 6 days a week, to survive on a paltry £9, 3 shillings. It was on such walks as these ““...when all the sober folks had gone to bed” that Charles Dickens created our Christmas.
Michelangelo once said his David was always hidden inside the marble. All he had to do was chip away everything which was not the young Israelite contemplating the approaching Goliath. Writers work the same way, but first they must create their own stones. And then they must mercilessly chip away until they reveal the story hidden inside themselves. Or, as sportswriter “Red” Smith put it, “You simply sit down at the typewriter, open your veins, and bleed.” And to do that on demand is to be a professional writer.
Charles Dickens had achieved instant fame with his first novel, The Pickwick Papers, published in serial form beginning in 1836. 
This was followed by the hugely popular Oliver Twist in 1837, the equally successful Nicholas Nickleby (above) in 1838, the less successful Old Curiosity Shop, in 1840, and the forgettable and forgotten Barnaby Rudge in 1841, all serialized in magazines. 
It began to seem Charles Dickens had peaked. But he still had to support a wife and four children, with a fifth child on the way. He remained the sole financial support for his impoverished parents, and other relatives in desperate straits. And there were the demands from his tailor, for Charles Dickens was a lifelong enthusiastic clothes horse.
In Chapter 29 of the Pickwick Papers, published at the end of October 1837, Dickens made one of his first references to the holiday, in the story of a garrulous old church sexton and grave digger named Gabriel Grub. “A little before twilight one Christmas eve, Gabriel Grub...betook himself towards the old churchyard, for he had got a grave to finish by next morning.” On his way, Grub pauses to threaten a young boy who is singing carols. Then, later, when he pauses to drink from a wicker jug he is challenged by a goblin king.
"What man wanders among graves and churchyards on such a night as this?" asked the goblin. "Gabriel Grub! Gabriel Grub!" screamed a wild chorus of voices that seemed to fill the churchyard.” 
The goblins take Grub under the earth, and display a tableau of a lives of a typical middle class English family, including the fate of a dying child. “His brother and sisters crowded around his little bed, and seized his tiny hand, so cold and heavy... What do you think of THAT? " said the goblin...,Gabriel murmured out something about its being very pretty.... You, a miserable man!" said the goblin in a tone of excessive contempt...”
After more lessons, Grub “came to the conclusion that it was a very decent and respectable sort of world, after all...” In the morning Gabriel Grub has mysteriously disappeared. “The lantern, the spade, and the wicker bottle were found that day in the churchyard.” But 10 years later Grub returns, to share his story of the Christmas goblins. It was far from a perfect holiday story. But it clearly chipped away a few of Charles' stones.
Six years later, on that Thursday evening of 5 October, 1843, Charles Dickens (above) faced a real  financial crises. His bank account was over drawn. Sales of his latest serialized book, Martin Chuzzlewit, had landed with a thud in 1842. The man who had hired him to write the Pickwick Papers, William Hall, was increasingly turning the business over his senior partner, Edward Chapman. And it was Chapman who suggested that Dickens' stipend (what today would be called an advance)  be reduced from £50 to just £37 and 10 shillings a week. The author figured he would need £1,000, to re-balance his checkbook and meet his obligations. Such were his hopes for the creation he conceived on that late evening walk in Manchester.
The creation of this story, like all 15 novels and 27 short stories Dickens would write, began with the title - “A Christmas Carol. In Prose. Being a Ghost Story at Christmas. ”. It would not be a novel, but a novella, only about 110 pages long and less than 30,000 words total. In keeping with the musical theme, Dickens divided the novella not into chapters but into “Staves” (above).   In American English these 5 lines and the 4 spaces between them are referred to as a staff, upon which musical notes are written. In English, English they are staves. On the morning train returning him to London, Dickens began to dip his pen into ink and scratch his solution for his  financial crises onto paper.
Dickens plucked the name of his central character, Ebenezer Scrooge, from a headstone he had come across in an Edinburgh graveyard in 1841 – Ebenezer Lennox Scroggie. The real Ebenezer had been a corn merchant and bottler of “Scroggie's Highland Brandie”. His grave marker called him a “meal man”, but Dickens misread the inscription as a “mean man”, which is why he remembered the name. In truth, Scroggie was not mean or cruel, but he was a social reprobate, a 'dirty old man', who raped a servant girl on a churchyard grave stone, fathering a child, and broke up a solemn convocation of the General Assembly of the Church of Scotland by groping the Countess of Mansfield in the pews.
Scrooge's miserliness seems to have been based on James (Jemmy) Wood (above), famous as the “Gloucester Miser”. He was one of the richest men in England and left an estate worth £900,000. His primary business was the Gloucester Old Bank but Wood also owned an undertaking business. He wore the same clothes for weeks on end, and never took a cab when he could walk. The staff of his bank consisted of himself and just 2 clerks. But where Wood was an active participant in the city, Scrooges' mean spirit toward the poor was found in philosopher Thomas Carlyle, who, when asked about the working poor, replied, "Are there not treadmills, gibbets; even hospitals, poor-rates, New Poor-Law?s"
The name of Scrooge's business partner came from a sign Dickens had seen in his childhood, “Goodge and Marney”.  And Marley's chains were the reality seen by Dickens during his 1842 tour of the Western Penitentiary, in Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania. 
The crippled Tiny Tim (called “Little Fred” or “Tiny Nick” in early drafts) was based on Dickens' sister Fanny's 5 year old son, Henry Burnett, Jr, whom Charles had met while in Manchester. Dickens agreed to pay for the boy's medical care, adding to his own financial burden.
Bob Cratchit (above, left)  was just one of the 104 clerks Dickens created in his writings. because in the era when computers were still humans, clerks were ubiquitous in the “nation of shop keepers”. Punch described the 1845 tongue in cheek requirements for the job. “First take your son, and soak him well in spelling and writing. Grind in a few ounces of grammar, stuff with arithmetic, and season with geography. Lard with a little Latin, and baste with birch (whipping cane) whenever you find it requisite. Serve up on a high stool, at the first convenient opportunity.”
The common saying went that “A good clerk is always employed”, but the pay was meager and the restrictions were onerous. Applicants were expected to provide a doctor’s certificate as to their health and “steady and sober habits”. And if hired the clerk must “devote himself exclusively to the Company’s service and interest” even when off duty. They must also provide a 2 week salary to their boss, as “as a security for good conduct.” Bob Cratchet worked for 15 shillings a week, or less than $100 in modern American currency.
Dickens wanted the book he was about to write to be on sale no later than the Monday before Christmas, which in 1844, would be 19, December. That gave him just 74 days to write and edit the story. But he found his publishers, Chapman And Hall, less than enthusiastic. Edwin Chapman suggested either no illustrations or simple woodcut drawings. But Dickens had conceived of the book as a keepsake Christmas present, which would require color art. When Chapman refused, Dickens agreed to pay the full cost of publishing the still uncompleted book himself, and split the profits with the publisher. His hoped for £1,000 profit was already fading into the distance.
The little tale was haunting Dickens. His sister-in-law, wrote that he “...wept and laughed, and wept again” and that he “walked about the black streets of London fifteen or twenty miles many a night”. 
Now, Dickens had to find an artist for those drawings he was paying for. When his usual collaborator was already engaged, and with time at a premium, Dickens asked John Leech (above)  to create the art. Leech was journeyman known as a “rapid worker”. But Dickens' shortage of funds forced him to limit the color illustrations to just 4, with another 4 black and white etchings.
On Tuesday, 24, October, 1843, Dickens wrote to a Scottish friend, that he had “...plunged headlong into a little scheme ...and set an artist at work upon it.” And by Saturday, 2 December, 1843 his scheme was finished. But not done. Now he began the editing and rewrites. It was not until late in this process that Dickens changed the penultimate line. “ He did it all, and infinitely more; and to Tiny Tim, he was a second father”, adding the phrase describing Tiny Tim, “who did not die”. That allowed a happy ending.
On Sunday, 17 December, 1843, Dickens was forced to finally release the book to the printer. Because of the color art work, and the rewrites, if the first edition of 6,000 copies sold out completely at the steep price of 5 shillings each (about $24 today), Dickens stood to profit just £230, far from the £1,000 he had been hoping for. The book went on sale Monday, 19 December. By Christmas eve, every single copy was sold.
The Illustrated London News praised Dickens' “impressive eloquence” and praised the novella's “unfeigned lightness of heart—its playful and sparkling humor... its gentle spirit of humanity".
The reviewer from the literary magazine The Anthenaeum said the story was a "tale to make the reader laugh and cry – to...open his heart to charity even toward the uncharitable”.  
Long time Dickens critic, Theodore Martin, writing in Tait's Edinburgh Magazine, fell over himself to praise the author, He called the book, "a noble book, finely felt and calculated to work much social good".
Chapman and Hall were quick to respond to the unexpected success of Dickens little scheme. They immediately issued a second edition, which sold out immediately, and then a third edition before the week – and the year - was over. All three editions sold out. 
But almost equally quick were the folks at Peter Parley's Illuminated Library, published by Richard Egan Lee and Henry Hewitt. In January of 1844 they issued an almost exact copy of the Christmas Carol, stealing Dickens work and selling it for a mere two pence. Dickens quickly sued and won,  but Lee and Hewitt promptly declared bankruptcy, leaving the author to swallow the £700 in court costs and legal fees.
Over the rest of 1844, 11 more additions of “A Christmas Carol” were released. But because of Dickens' demands for quality, the printing costs remained high, and a year later the author had profited only £744. Stung by what he saw as Edmund Chapman's lack of faith in his work, and burdened with a bill he felt his publishers should have paid, Dickens left Chapman and Hall and moved to the publishing house of Bradbury and Evans.
Since that December of 1843, Charles Dickens' A Christmas Carol has never been out of print. But perhaps the most telling effect of Dickens' scheme was the story of a Boston factory owner who attended a Christmas eve reading by the author. The very next day this man gave all his employees a Christmas turkey, and the day off. 
But to me. “A Christmas Carol” is proof that if you struggle hard enough and long enough, you can become a journeyman at your profession. And if you work at that profession diligently, once in awhile, if you are lucky, you might achieve the level of genius.

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Friday, December 16, 2022

Jingle Bells

 

I divide Christmas music into two categories. A Christmas Carol sings God's praises. while Christmas Songs sing secular praises, often with religious undertones. But there is one thing Christmas music must never ever do : it must not promote depravity. Yet, the 7th most popular Christmas song in America (according to Time Magazine) is steeped in sexual innuendo and misogynistic arrogance.  And racism. And even worse, it was written by a deadbeat dad, with deep, deep daddy issues.
James Lord Pierpont (above) was born on Thursday, 25 April, 1822 to 35 year old Mary Sheldon Lord and her fourth cousin and over achiever, 47 year old John Pierpont. 
The pater Pierpont  (above) started life as a merchant, then became a lawyer and then an educator before becoming a Professor of Divinity at Harvard College. But kneeling among the congregation did not suit John. He needed to stand out front, with the congregants looking up to him. He proved to be “a quaint, eloquent speaker”, but always for the twin revolutionary causes of abolition and temperance. John Pierpont  as one of the founders of Unitarianism in the United States. He achieved literary fame six years before James' birth with publication of his book length poem, “The Airs of Palestine” - a 48 page  retelling in rhyme of the Old Testament. Within a year public demand had driven it through three printings.
What mine, exploding, rends that smoking ground?
What earthquake spreads those smouldering ruins round?
The sons of Levi, round the city, bear
The Ark of God, their consecrated care,
And, in rude concert, each returning morn,
Blow the long trump, and wind the curling horn.
No blackening thunder, smok'd along the wall:
No earthquake shook it; Music wrought its fall.”
The year James was born,  John was pastor of Boston's Hollis Street Unitarian Church (above). He was always busy but always in service of a cause. Many in the congregation found his never ending passion exhausting. And growing up in his shadow must have been intimidating for James. At the age of 10, either for his own good or because he was too much trouble, James was shipped off to a boarding school in New Hampshire. He was miserable and wrote home-sick letters recalling the warmth of being wedged between his parents on winter sleigh rides. It did no good, he had to stay at school.
Then, on 2 May, 1836 his eldest sister, 20 year old Juliet Pierpont (above, a later photo), married a partner in J.M. Beebe and Company, which ran one of the largest retail stores in Boston, and one the largest dry goods importers in the nation - 33 year old Junius Spencer Morgan. That snapped something  in the 14 year old, and James ran away from school, joined the crew of a whaling ship and spent the next nine years before the mast on the open sea.
The Prodigal Son returned in 1845, but to a new home. What the Reverend Pieront described as his “7 year's war” had ended in defeat, when the conservatives in the Boston congregation fired him. The passionate preacher found new employment at the First Unitarian Church in Troy, New York, at the southern terminus of the Erie Canal (above). 
Like so many young men, running away had not resolved James's search for self worth.  So the 24 year old now tried to meet his father's expectations head on. James found a “high tech” job in bustling Troy (above),  fell in love and married the faithful Millicent Cowee, and gave his father a namesake grandson – John - and a granddaughter, with the religious title of Mary.
By now the ever exercised reverend had begun composing temperance songs and plays, such as “The Drunkard, or The Fallen Saved” which had a successful run at Moses Kimball's Boston Museum - actually a theatre.  James followed suit, but his aesthetic was attracted to minstrel shows, which had been growing in popularity during the 1830's. These were a vaudeville performed by white actors in black face, usually playing crude racial stereotypes. During the 1840's, from the pen of white artists like composer Stephen Foster, they flirted briefly with broader issues, even the reality of slavery. But by 1850 reality had become so unpleasant to white audiences that they preferred the simpler and racially vulgar comedies like white performer Thomas Dartmouth Rice's “Jump, Jim Crow” (above), which was to give it's name to an entire era..
Then in 1849, leaving Millicent and the children in the care of his parents, James again grabbed an opportunity to strike out on his own - the California Gold Rush. This was no desperate dig for instant wealth, but rather a calculated risk. James opened up a daguerreotype studio in San Francisco, making images of miners and bankers. 
And evidently James was reasonably successful – until just before Midnight, Saturday, 3 May, 1851, when a wind whipped fire destroyed 2000 buildings – including James' studio - in the first great San Francisco fire (above). Either James had no insurance, or more likely, his insurance company collapsed under the run on funds. The 32 year old James returned home in 1852, flat broke, to find Millicent had been stricken by tuberculosis. It was a real low point for the young man.  And Millicent, of course.
At the same time the father, John,  was more famous and successful than ever. John was a now a regular correspondent with the leading abolitionists of the day, and was pastor at the First Parish Unitarian Church, 3 ½ miles northwest of Boston in the Mystic River port town of Medford, Massachusetts (below). 
The job included a comfortable parsonage (above),  large enough for the entire family. During the 1840's John even had campaigned for Governor , and in 1850 for Congress. 
The old warrior lost both elections, of course, but with the publication of his book, “Phrenology and the Scriptures”, the Reverend John Pierpont (above) became a sought after lecturer - not only on religion but now spiritualism and discerning sins by reading the bumps on the sinner's head.
Frustrated and needing money, James began writing songs for John Ordway's “Dandy Darkies”, who preformed minstrel shows at Ordway Hall, opposite the Old South Meeting House in downtown Boston. His first sale in 1852, seemed harmless enough - "The Returned Californian”. But the Reverend Pierpont could not have been impressed. The Minstrel shows were now even more commonly studded with sexual double entendres and demeaning images of drunk, lazy, stupid and over sexed blacks. James could not have picked a source of income more likely to insult his father's passion for the abolition of slavery.
Oh, I'm going far away, but I don't know where I'll go,
I oughter travel homeward but they'll laugh at me I know.
For I told 'em when I started I was bound to make a pile.
But if they could only see me now, I rather guess they'd smile.
If of these United States I was the President,
No man that owed another would ever pay a cent.
And he who dunned another should be banished far away.
And attention to the pretty girls, is all a man should pay.
After little more than a year, in 1854, James sought escape again, this time to work for his older brother, the Reverend John Pierpont Junior. John Junior had been hired as the minister for the brand new Unitarian Church built on Oglethorpe Square in Savanna, Georgia (above). The salary was a handsome $1,500 a year, but it was combat pay.  The sect was preaching abolition in a bastion of slavery.  
The original church had been destroyed by fire in 1814. And there  had been 2 attempts to burn down the replacement.  John Junior had to write his father that “...everything in his church was at a standstill…sermon and lecture listeners remained a tiny, unsubstantial core.” It was in this tense environment that James worked as the church's organist and musical director. But he seems to have fallen in love with a young woman in Savannah, and made a meager living offering music lessons.
Then in 1856, the long suffering and twice abandoned Millicent Cowee Pierpont died of tuberculosis. There was not much delay in putting the infectious lady underground, but James made no attempt to return to Boston and showed no interest in his now orphaned children, who continued to live with his parents. And in August of 1857 James broke his last remaining ties to his family when he remarried, to 26 year old Eliza Jane Purse (above) , daughter of the superintendent of the Central Of Georgia Railroad and a past Savannah alderman, Thomas Purse senior.
Also that August, back in Boston, Oliver Ditson and Company, published the sheet music for yet another James Pierpont minstrel song. This one, dedicated to John Ordway, was titled “One Horse Open Sleigh” (above). 
And on 15 September of 1857 the song was performed by one of Ordway's Dandy Darkies, a white man in black face, Mr. Johnny Pell  (above).
Dashing thro' the snow,
In a one-horse open sleigh,
O'er the hills we go,
Laughing all the way;
Bells on bob tail ring,
Making spirits bright,
Oh what sport to ride and sing
A sleighing song tonight.

Jingle bells, jingle bells,
Jingle all the way;
Oh! What joy it is to ride
In a one-horse open sleigh.
A sleigh pulled by a single horse was a speedy little carriage, favored by 19th Century upper middle class men and women for the same purposes automobiles were used by couples in the 20th Century.  Bells set to jingling by the horse's movements announced the sleigh's arrival on silent runners at intersections. A warm blanket spread across the passengers' laps provided privacy for displays of intimate affection. And should the sleigh be parked in some isolated corner of the woods, the jingles on the reigns set off by the passengers' movements announced progress of another kind. As the late music historian James J. Fuld suggested, “the word jingle in the title and opening phrase is apparently an imperative verb." It was an order, at least to reluctant inebriated young women facing an alternative long, cold walk home.
A day or two ago
I tho't I'd take a ride
And soon Miss Fannie Bright
Was seated by my side.
The horse was lean and lank
Misfortune seemed his lot
He got into a drifted bank
And we—we got upsot.

Jingle bells, jingle bells,
Jingle all the way;
Oh! What joy it is to ride
In a one-horse open sleigh.
Upshot” was a mid-19th Century slang for getting tipsy on alcohol. Oddly, the song was received in religiously conservative New England with little enthusiasm. 
But it was noticed by John (above) as yet another mocking of his life's work by his own son. This was capped in 1859, when the experiment in Savannah proved a failure. The church was closed. John Junior returned home. But James did not come with him. 
However, two years later, James did renew the copywrite on his song, changing the name to “Jingle Bells, or One Horse Open Sleigh”.
Now the ground is white
Go it while you’re young,
Take the girls to night
And sing this sleighing song;
Just get a bob tailed bay
Two forty as his speed.
Hitch him to an open sleigh
And crack, you’ll take the lead.
Jingle bells, jingle bells
Jingle all the way.
Oh what a joy it is to ride,
In a one horse open sleigh.
When open combat split the nation, the 76 year old John Pierpont senior (above) became regimental chaplain for the 22nd Massachusetts Infantry.  But after just 2 weeks duty, sanity inspired someone to give the old minister a job as a clerk at the Treasury Department. Just how much work he actually preformed is doubtful, and when he died after the war, in 1866, he was back home in Medford, Massachusetts.  Harper's Weekly, said upon his death, "As an American poet he can not be ranked with the best; ...but some of his religious poetry has rarely been excelled for strength and simplicity."
The war also inspired the almost 40 year old James Lord Pierpont to enlist,  as private in a cavalry unit called Lamar's Rangers. After 2 hard years duty in Tennessee, during which the rangers were consolidated into the 5th Georgia Cavalry,  James was made the company clerk. Evidently he found enough time to also compose patriotic songs, like “Strike for the South.” His unit surrendered to Federal forces in mid April of 1865.
After the war, James, Eliza and their 3 children – 16 year old Lillie, 8 year old Thomas and 5 year old Josiah - moved to the new railroad town of Valdosta, Georgia (above), where James taught music, and where his final child, Maynard Boardman Pierpont, was born. 
Then in 1869 there was a scandal. Whether it revolved around James – he was called by his nephew, the now famously wealthy banker James Pierpont Morgan, a “good for nothing” - or Eliza - she had evidently given birth to Lillie 3 years before she married James – it no longer matters. The family moved to nearby Quitman, Georgia, where James became the organist at the Presbyterian Church, and gave piano lessons. Eventually he secured a job teaching music at the Quitman Academy, and retired as head of their Musical Department.
In 1880, Jame's son, Dr. Josiah Pierpont, renewed the copywrite on “Jingle Bells”, fighting to ensure his father's name remained tied to the increasingly popular and rewritten song. However the family never enforced the copywrite and never made a dime off the music. 
James Lord Pierpont died on Saturday, 5 August, 1893, living with his son in Clearwater, Florida,  He was buried back in Savannah. Soon there after the copywrite was allowed to die.  
The lack of royalties required must have played a part in why “Jingle Bells” was chosen by the skinflint Thomas Edison to be recorded by the Edison Male Quartet (above) on an Edison cylinder in 1898.
In 1902 it was recorded again by the Hayden Quartet. After that, it has never been “out of print” or out of press. At the moment there are almost 300 recorded English versions. The 1935 cover of “Jingle Bells” with rewritten with censured lyrics by Benny Goodman's Big Band reached number 18 on the “charts”, and Glen Miller's 1941 version hit number 5. 
In 1943 Bing Crosby and the Andrew's Sister's (above) sold over a million copies of their version. Guitarist Les Paul had a number 10 best selling record in 1951 with no words at all. And in 1955 dogs Pussy, Pearl, Dolly, King and Caesar, barked the tune and sold a million 45 rpm records. And a slightly insane laughing version was released by “The Hysterics” in 1981 and climbed all the way to number 44 in the United Kingdom.
Jingle Bells” remains the most unusual Christmas song ever written, because it was never intended to be a Christmas song.  But it remains popular I think because hidden somewhere in the chords and melodies, if not the words - what ever version of the words you sing - is an angry spirit. As the old poem goes, "Monday's child is fair of face, Tuesday's child is full of grace Wednesday's child is full of woe, Thursday's child has far to go, (Friday's child is loving and giving, Saturday's child works hard for a living),”
And maybe, sometimes, because we are all, all of us, all of those children, we all need a little “ in your face”, “I'm going to have fun, damn-it” kind of Christmas. Because, sometimes, that's what real life gives you.  It's what life gave to James Pierpont. And listen to what he made of it.
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