This entry is a part of a series of vignettes covering the “Great Flood of 1916,” which caused damage across five states in the southeast. Biltmore Village.July 16, 1916 Tired, trembling, and terrified, seventeen-year-old Katherine Lipe clung to a tree at the Biltmore Lodge Gate just outside of Asheville, North Carolina. She was fifty-feet fromContinue reading “In the Middle of a Wide, Wild River”
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What is A Ramble in a Field
As a trained Environmental Historian I see the tendrils of the history of our relationship with nature. These posts explore those connections Environmental History perfectly blends two of my loves. The title to this blog, “Ramble in a Field,” refers not only to Donald Worster but also a metaphor my career in history. The environmentContinue reading “What is A Ramble in a Field”
On the West Virginia Floods
Disasters, large and small, are only as damaging as we allow. Gone should be the days where the publicity surrounding calamities focus on the seemingly uncontrollable winds, rivers, and rains that kill and destroy. I do not speak of dams and other man-made pseudo scientific “cures” for the disasters. No, I criticize the very realContinue reading “On the West Virginia Floods”
Mistakes
Sometimes mistakes lead to a change in the route home. Sometimes you pass on foot what you intended to drive by. As a person who cherishes routine and the expected, these times can be hopelessly frustrating. However, such a time happened to me while heading home last Thursday. I have a five minute window ofContinue reading “Mistakes”
O’ Wilderness, Faith Where Have You Gone
Some shout at the environmentalists, “Why waste time saving trees when people starve and nations are crumbling?” I say the same cause for the crumbling of nations and starvation of their people is the cause of the eradication and abuse of our wild neighbors. An underlying ignorance is woven throughout our American culture. It isContinue reading “O’ Wilderness, Faith Where Have You Gone”
Much of Nature
When I drive down the freeway I often watch the hills as they roll on either side of me. Rather than focusing on their present, barren, condition my imagination soars with ideas of how they must have been. Instead of forty foot billboards I see hundred foot Chestnuts. I see oaks as big as housesContinue reading “Much of Nature”
Anthony Sadler 