Peter Anastas, Charles Olson and Vincent Ferrini, 1964 (Mark Power photograph)
From the correspondence of Peter Anastas and Joseph Garland
Paper
Trail: A Personal Journey through the Archives of the Cape Ann Museum
Peter Anastas
According to the New Oxford American Dictionary, an archive, which has its root in the Greek word archeia or “public records,’ is “a collection of historical documents or records, providing information about a place, institution, or group of people.” In keeping with its mission “to collect and preserve significant information and artifacts, and “ to foster an appreciation of the quality and diversity of life on Cape Ann past and present,” the Cape Ann Museum has long maintained its own special set of archives, which I hope to acquaint you with today. I will also be sharing some stories about my experience of cataloging my papers, while becoming familiar with the papers of Gloucester writers, Barbara Erkkila, Vincent Ferrini and Joseph Garland, which were donated to the Museum by the writers and entered the archive before mine. When we refer to someone's papers, a collection might include correspondence, family records, diaries, scrapbooks, school reports and certificates, photographs, newspaper clippings and keepsakes like Bibles, or other books and documents that have been passed down through the generations.
Let
me begin with some background.
For years I have been fascinated by
archives and what they contained. As an
undergraduate at Bowdoin in the 1950s, I worked nights on the circulation desk
at the Hawthorne-Longfellow Library, its atrium walls hung with massive
portraits of the two great writers, who had graduated from the College in the
same class. One of my privileges was
gaining access to the library’s Rare Book Room, which also housed the Special Collections
that contained, among letters home and records of expenses incurred by the two
writers (including Hawthorne’s laundry bills, which his family was obliged to
pay, and Longfellow’s grades—which were better than Hawthorne’s), the papers of
Maine historical novelist Kenneth Roberts, whose books are now sadly neglected
[image 1.Bowdon rare book room],
Before
this, I had never looked at or even considered what writers left behind, so I
began poring over the drafts of Roberts’ novels (Arundel, Oliver Wiswell,
Lydia Bailey) until I discovered another treasure trove containing the
correspondence between the controversial American writer Henry Miller and
Bowdoin alumnus and rare book collector,
Robert L. Swazey, the heir to an Ohio manufacturing fortune, who had
been Miller’s patron and whose letters, along with signed copies of each of
Miller’s books, he donated to the Bowdoin archives.
Reading these letters about Miller’s
difficulty finding a publisher for his books, many of which were considered scandalous and therefore unpublishable in the US,
and his consequent lack of money, it occurred to me for the first time that I
had my hands on literary history. I was, in effect seeing it unfold in front of
me as I touched the very records that documented it.
I experienced the same revelation when
I traveled in 1978 to the University of Connecticut library at Storrs, to write
an article for North Shore Magazine
about the collection of Gloucester poet Charles Olson’s papers, which had just
been opened to the public after extensive cataloging by its curator, the late
Olson scholar George Butterick (image 2.George
Butterick]. One could literally walk
into the massive archive (image 3.Olson
archive]) and find oneself among such artifacts as Olson’s old Royal manual
typewriter (image 4.Olson’s
typewriter and research materials], at which he composed his Gloucester epic,
the Maximus Poems, and the more than
3,500 books in his personal library that had been transported from his home at
28 Fort Square to the university for safekeeping and study, along with the
poet’s manuscripts and correspondence in over 100 cartons. (A duplicate
collection of the books in Olson’s library now exists at the Ralph Maud/Charles
Olson Library at 108 E. Main Street; created by the Gloucester Writers Center,
it is open to the public [image 5.6.Olson’s
books at Maud Olson library].
Subsequent
to that revelation, Museum curator Martha Oakes and I traveled to the Beinecke
library at Yale in 1985, when we were preparing the catalog for the Museum’s
first exhibition of the Dogtown paintings of Marsden Hartley. To have the experience of asking to examine
copies of letters that Hartley had written describing his first experience of
Gloucester in the 1930s, and a hand-written first draft of his autobiography Somehow a Past, was a moving experience.
Here is a copy of a postcard I
discovered that Hartley sent to the photographer and gallery owner Alfred Stieglitz,
from Florence, in 1924, 35 years before I was living there myself [image 7. Hartley in Florence].
Among
the papers archived at the Cape Ann Museum are those of sculptor Al Duca,
writer, art historian and former curator and president of CAM, Professor Alfred
Mansfield Brooks, Samuel Sawyer, benefactor of the Sayer Free Library, Captain
Ben Pine, Gloucester Times
photographer Charles A, Lowe, Col. Leslie Buswell of Stillington Hall, Mayor
Robert French, Gloucester Times
editor Paul Kenyon, musician Sylvester Ahola and writers Samuel Chamberlain and
Virginia Lee Burton, to name only a few of those who papers comprise the
Museum’s collections.
The
papers are cared for by staff and volunteers, with new accessions catalogued
under the supervision of archivist and librarian Stephanie Buck and assistant
archivist/librarian Linda Anderson.
Volunteers Bing McGilvray and Ann Siegel, process the artist files; Bing also cataloged Joe Garland’s papers. Mary McCarl is working on the Sawyer
journals. Sam Ciolino transcribes log
books and accounts and Judy Bannnon types them.
Jane Mead is compiling a time-line of local businesses, while Anthea
Brigham is working on Victorian Trade cards and Holly Clay, on materials
related to the history of Annisquam.
Amanda Santoriello is also helping to process the collection. Howard Thomas and Judith Nast are working
respectively on Vincent Ferrini’s papers and books. Fred Buck is the archivist of the Museum’s
large collection of photographs. It has
been a tremendous experience for me to work with and learn from this amazing
team. I might also add that we have a
great deal of fun working together, breaking the isolation of a life largely
given over to writing after my retirement from more than 30 years of social
work and college teaching .
Here
is an inside look at the archive storage facility. Materials pictured include
the papers of Barbara Erkkila and Joe Garland, Vincent Ferrini’s papers and his
entire personal library, the papers of former curator Carrie Benham, documents
from Mighty-Mac and other local businesses and banks, art books and children’s
books [images 8.9.10.11.12 of
archive storage facility at CAM]
Let
me now turn to the writers whose papers have most recently been accessioned, writers
with whom I have had the pleasure of a personal relationship: Barbara Erkkila,
Vincent Ferrini and Joe Garland.
Barbara Erkkila
I
first met Barbara in 1956, when we worked together at the Gloucester Times [image 13.
Barbara at a local granite quarry]. Home
after my first year in college, I was hired as editor of the Cape Ann Summer Sun, along with being
the relief reporter when the regular staff members went on vacation. Barbara was one of two feature writers, the
other being Doris Berthold, otherwise known as “The Lady with the Feather”
because of her habit of sticking bird feathers in her hair each day. Doris was a transplant to Rockport from New
York’s Greenwich Village, where she and her former husband owned and operated a
book shop. She covered Rockport, writing
up art shows and interviewing artists.
She did not own a car and went everywhere by bus, which you could do in
those days up until the last Cape Ann Auto Bus round-the-Cape run at midnight.
Though
she had been born in Boston, in 1918, Barbara grew up in Gloucester mentored by
a grandfather, who had worked in the granite quarries back of the Cape and knew
the industry and its culture intimately.
As a reporter and feature writer, Barbara was unequaled. She would be given an assignment by editor
Paul Kenyon—Old Ellery House opening, Annisquam Village Fair waxworks show,
trumpeter extraordinaire Sylvester Ahola—and before day’s end she would return
with copy so expertly written, either at home or on one of the newspaper’s old
Remington manual typewriters, that it would only require a headline from Paul
or myself, if her piece were slated for the Sun. She would also research and write amazing
stories about Lanesville history, the granite quarries, and the people whose
lives had once depended upon them, stories that became part of her definitive
history of the industry, Hammers on Stone,
published in 1980. Barbara also took her
own pictures, de rigueur at the time
for reporters, and she began collecting the artifacts from the industry—a blacksmith’s
chest, a pair of safety glasses, hammers and chisels.
After
a freelance career, writing also for the Boston
Globe and Yankee Magazine, Barbara
joined the Times staff in the early 1960s,
when she became the editor of the paper’s community news pages, once
regressively referred to as the “women’s pages.”
I
will never forget Barbara’s professionalism.
She could interview someone and return with the sharpest quotes, the
most perfect apercu. Her leads gripped a reader immediately, and
the ensuing story always held your attention.
Jimmy Clark, the Times’ city
editor once said to me, “Be sure to read what Barbara writes. It’s better than a college education in
reporting.”
Of
Barbara’s contribution to the Museum, curator Martha Oaks has written:
"In
the nearly 20 years since Barbara selected the Cape Ann Museum to be the
repository for her collection, other donors have followed her example donating
additional items to our holdings. Today, the Museum is proud to have one of the
strongest collections of this type in New England," she said.
“The
museum as a whole benefited from Erkkila's involvement,” Oaks said: "For
many years, Barbara served as an advisor to the Cape Ann Museum's Collections Committee.
With her vast knowledge of all aspects of local history, she was a valuable and
much appreciated asset to that group.”
In
2014, Barbara’s papers, including correspondence, drafts of newspaper and
magazine articles, tear sheets and clippings, and a collection of photographs,
came to reside at the Cape Ann Museum.
They are not only a tribute to her lifetime commitment to writing, they
are also an invaluable series of documents of local history, especially of the
granite industry.
Vincent Ferrini
On
September 27, 2000 Gloucester Poet Laureate Vincent Ferrini [image 14.Vincent Ferrini] wrote me one
of his frequent letters:
“Dear
Peter,
You find me in a state of separation
with my creations—A man from the Historical (which one called the Museum for years)
came and left with over 40 bound manuscripts, 20 cartons of correspondence, and
16 of extent books. Harold Bell called a
week or ten days ago and asked for my manuscripts.
My
house is cleared except for the filing cabinet which I am giving to Dan Ruberti,
who has been helping clean the shop [this refers to Ferrini’s picture framing
shop, which he opened in 1948 and operated until the fall of 2000, after which
he retired to devote the rest of a long life to poetry]
The
labor pains are almost gone [Ferrini wrote]; once the shop is demolished I will
be free, these are the realities of the concrete.”
I first met Ferrini in 1952, after
my first year in high school, during which I began to write for the school
newspaper, the Gloucester High School
Flash. On one of my regular walks around Rocky
Neck, I had discovered a little magazine for sale on the book and magazine table
at the Doris Hall Gallery, located not far from the marine railways. Advertising itself as “germinating from one
of the most famous islands on the globe,” it was called Four Winds: A Quarterly of
Arts and Letters and was edited by Vincent Ferrini, David H. Meddaugh, Ilmi
Meddaugh, Mary Shore and Margaret D. Ferrini [image.15. Four Winds]. The
only name on the list I knew was David Meddaugh’s, who taught English at
Gloucester High School. Among the published poets were Ferrini himself and
David Meddaugh, along with Charles Olson, Robert Creeley and Denise Levertov,
who would become three of the most distinguished American poets of our time. The list of contributors included Gottfried
Benn, one of Germany’s most important living poets, Cid Corman, who edited Origin, a seminal journal of new poetry,
and Herbert A. Kenny, a Boston newspaper editor, who lived in Manchester and
had already published a volume of verse.
I bought the magazine immediately for 75 cents
and took it home to pore over the rest of the day and far into the night. There were short stories by Jerre Mangione
and Dan Curly, which I read feverishly, and—a highlight for me— visual art by
Albert Alcalay, Stephen Antonakos, Louis Evan and Tom O’Hara. Alcalay, though he had previously visited and
painted on Cape Ann, had not yet begun spending his summers in Gloucester, as
Antonakos and Evan had. But I was
familiar with Tom OHara, who taught at the Massachusetts College of Art in
Boston and had been coming to Rocky Neck with his family for some years.
Four Winds gave me precisely what I had been
looking for—new experimental poetry and fiction and stunning visual art, all in
52 pages between tastefully designed covers.
The magazine was printed in Gloucester.
Listed among its patrons and supporters were Dr. Bernard Cohen, a local
dentist and art collector, Harold Bell, who would become president of the Cape
Ann Museum, therapist and Lanesville summer resident Dr. Ruth Borofsky,
Rockport artist and poet Kitty Parsons Recchia, and Mrs. Alphonse Lagace, a
prominent Gloucester businesswoman.
As
soon as the summer ended and school began, I resolved to meet Vincent Ferrini
himself. One afternoon on my way home
from classes I stopped at what I knew to be his picture framing shop at 126 E.
Main Street and proceeded haltingly to introduce myself. Ferrini instantly knew who I was because he
and his wife Peg, a Radcliff graduate and high school English teacher, came
often to my father’s luncheonette at the corner of Wonson Street and Rocky Neck
Avenue. Once I had disclosed the reason
for my visit, Vincent dispensed with formalities, asking me directly what I was
reading. When I told him I had
discovered the poetry of William Butler Yeats and Amy Lowell at the Sawyer Free
Library, his face lit up:
“That’s
a good start,” he said. “But who are you reading who’s living, who’s alive?”
When
I hesitated, he reached behind the table saw in his workshop to a shelf full of
books.
“Let’s
begin,” he said, taking down some volumes of Ezra Pound and William Carlos
Williams.
This
is how our many years of talk about poetry and art began. Through Vincent I met
the painter Mary Shore, whose two sons I had gone to the Hovey School
with. During the coming year I met
English instructor David Meddaugh, another member of the editorial board of Four Winds, spending time in his room
after school to talk about new poetry and novels. The following summer, as a result of my
experience of working at the Gloucester
Daily Times on the Gloucester High School newspaper, which appeared every
Saturday in its pages, I was asked by editor Paul Kenyon to become the Rocky
Neck correspondent for the paper’s seasonal cultural and entertainment
supplement, the Cape Ann Summer Sun,
thus beginning my writing career.
My
friendship with Vincent continued until his death in December of 2007 at the
age of 94. Ferrini was not only a friend
but an early and important mentor like Charles Olson, whom I met during the
summer of 1959 at the Rocky Neck home and studio of Albert and Vera Alcalay. Many were the talks between Ferrini, Olson
and me at Ferrini’s frame shop [image 16.Anastas.Olson.
Ferrini], continuing at night at Olson’s 28 Fort Square apartment, often with
playwright and novelist Jonathan Bayliss, who was then working as a market
analyst at Gorton’s and later to become controller of Gorton’s, and even later
treasurer of the city of Gloucester.
When I returned to Gloucester from Europe in 1962, Olson had predicted
that I would find graduate school at his kitchen table, and he was right. The list of poets, writers, artists and
filmmakers who sat at that table—Jack Kerouac, Ed Dorn, Robert Duncan, Leroi
Jones/Amiri Baraka, Hettie Jones, Diane di Prima, Michael McClure, Ed Sanders, Gerrit
Lansing, Harry Martin, Celia Eldridge, and Stan Brakhage, to name but a few—constitutes
a Who’s Who of American avant-garde
culture during the 1962.
Some
have characterized this period, from the late 1950s until Olson’s death in 1970,
as the “golden age” of Gloucester writing.
Olson was bringing his masterwork, the Gloucester-based epic Maximus Poems to a climax; Lansing had
published The Heavenly Tree Grows
Downward, his first collection of poetry;
Ferrini had moved from the proletarian verse of his early phase into a poetry
that combined the personal and the social; Bayliss was at work on his massive
four-volume Gloucester novel; and Garland had written and was just publishing
two of his most important books of local history, Lone Voyager, the story of Atlantic sailor and tavern keeper Howard
Blackburn, and That Great Pattillo,
which he wryly subtitled, “The Merry Misdemeanor of a Legendary Gloucester
Fisherman.” Garland and Olson, both
historians, had a special if sometimes contentious friendship. And among all of
us, writers and artists alike, there was a collegiality that I, as the
youngest, found exhilarating. Our
regular gatherings in places like the legendary Gallery Seven in Magnolia, where
Jonathan and I gave our first readings together at an event presided over by
Olson, inspired me to move from journalism to the short story and novel and
then to my first book, Glooskap’s
Children: Encounters with the Penobscot Indians of Maine, dedicated to
Olson [image 17. Glooskap’s Children] whose work and
thinking inspired it, and with an epigraph from the poet Allen Ginsberg, who
had been one of the pallbearers at Olson’s funeral along with Ferrini, myself,
and Ed Dorn.
For
years, when Ferrini operated his picture framing shop I would stop by several
times a week for the bracing conversation one always enjoyed with one of the
most alive people I have ever known.
Vincent and I also exchanged letters, hundreds of them, which are part
of my archive here. As I re-read then, they seem like a running commentary on
local life and national events.
Joe Garland:
I
first met Joe Garland [image 18.Garland
at wheel of Adventure] at the counter of my father’s Rocky Neck luncheonette
and SS Pierce gourmet grocery store. It
was during the early summer of 1962 and I was just back from three years of
studying Medieval Literature at the University of Florence in Italy. I had returned with the drafts of several
short stories, a number of which were subsequently published in the usual
short-lived magazines of the time, and the manuscript of my first novel, from
which I read at the Gallery Seven reading I have described.
My
father had told Joe that I was writing and Joe, on first meeting, offered to do
anything he could to help me. It was an
offer I never forgot. Joe also
encouraged me to continue my pursuit of journalism, sending me notes and
postcards every time he read a piece of mine he liked in the Gloucester Times or North Shore Magazine. Joe’s
columns for the Times during the
1960s and early 70s inspired my own columns from the late 70s into the 90s.
Joe
and I were political allies during the Vietnam years, as members of the
Steering Committee of the Cape Ann concerned citizens, a local peace group, as
well as working locally on the presidential campaign of Senator Eugene
McCarthy. I was always impressed by
Joe’s political savvy and organizational sense, gained as a union organizer
during his career in journalism. It was
Joe who encouraged Peter Parsons and me to apply for a grant from the city’s
350th anniversary committee to prepare an oral history of
Gloucester, writing a letter of recommendation for our project and cheerleading
us on as we shared with him some of the interviews we were conducting with retired
fishing captains, members of the Portuguese and Sicilian fishing community,
lumpers, women who worked on the cutting and packing lines, and residents of
the city’s once traditional neighborhoods, most then lost to urban renewal [image 19. cover of When Gloucester Was Gloucester]
Joe
was engaged in writing his Gloucester
Guide, which would also be published for the Anniversary, along with Gordon
Thomas’ history of the Gloucester fishing schooners, Fast and Able.
I
will always be grateful for Joe’s encouragement. He read and commented on every one of my
published books in manuscript and he wrote a comment for the back jacket of my
memoir At the Cut, which put the book
in a perspective I myself had not even imagined [image 20.cover of At the Cut].
My
archive contains our correspondence [image
21.letters to PA from Garland]. I
cannot begin to say how much I miss Joe, as does the city itself. He was our conscience, along with Olson and
Ferrini, and a writer of rare power and integrity.
Peter Anastas
It
was Joe who encouraged me to donate my papers to the Museum. He told me that since he and Ferrini had
offered theirs, it was my duty as a Gloucester native and writer to follow in
their footsteps.
I
didn’t need much encouragement. Having
worked among Ferrini’s papers in 2013, when Greg Gibson and I were preparing Incredible Dancer, an anniversary volume
of the late poet’s letters and poems to Cape Ann friends, I rediscovered my old
pleasure of being among the documents of a living past—holding, touching, and
reading, letters, manuscripts and newspaper clippings and poring over family
photographs. Ever since high school I
had formed the habit of saving everything I had set down on paper, from my
class essays and newspaper columns to letters I had received. Every time I moved house, I realized that my
own personal archive was growing. In
college I had started keeping a journal, having been inspired by the journals
of the great French writer Andre Gide.
When I set sail for Italy, in October of 1959, I took with me a black
imitation leather three ring binder that accommodated lined pages 5 ½ by 8 ½
inches [image 22. Anastas journal]. It was in this formal journal that I began in
earnest to write, often daily. I wrote
about what I saw and heard, how I felt about what I was experiencing. I wrote about the books I was reading and
those I hoped to write, the people I met and the places I visited. I returned from Europe with several hundred
pages of journals, placing them immediately in a safe deposit box in one of the
local banks. Over the years I have added
to that box and a subsequent locker.
I
have only published a few excerpts from the journal [image 23. Anastas journal from America
One]. But friends have told me that
they believe that this record of my own life, lived for 72 years in one place (plus
four years in college and three in Italy), including comments on daily life,
family history, a running commentary on local politics, national and
international affairs, a professional life in teaching, social work and
journalism, could prove of interest for those in the future, who might want to
know what it felt like, from the perspective of one person, to have lived in a
single city through one of the most tumultuous periods in American life—Korea, McCarthyism, Vietnam, Watergate, Iran-Contra,
wars in Iraq and Afghanistan, the Middle East in turmoil; not to speak of the
social and cultural upheavals of the 60s and 70s. I don’t claim to be an historian like
Garland, but I did try to preserve in writing what I saw and felt, and what I
thought about it. I also collected
hundreds of newspaper and magazine clippings, which are also part of my
archive.
The
journals were safe in the bank, but the rest of my papers—correspondence with
Ferrini, Olson, Garland, and numerous other friends, writers and artists, along
with copies of all the newspaper and magazine articles I had published,
including published and unpublished essays, stories and books—resided in large
plastic bins in our basement. As I
progressed into my 70s I realized that this material, whatever its worth,
needed a home outside of my own, a place where it could be filed, cataloged and
possibly be made available to researchers, especially those who have been
working on Olson’s and Ferrini’s years in Gloucester and the history of this
remarkable place. I also felt that my work belonged with that of Ferrini and
Garland, that our writing complimented each other’s, just as we had, for years,
mutually inspired each other. With this
in mind, I approached Museum staff about the possible donation of my
papers. Not only was my offer graciously
accepted, but librarian and archivist Stephanie Buck asked me if I would like
to catalogue them myself. I agreed, if
Stephanie and the staff would teach me how to do it. They have, and I am just now in the final
stages of the job.
What
has this work been like, you may wonder?
Friends, especially, have asked me what have I learned? What does it feel like going over one’s entire
history, literally submerged in the written records of it—high school, college
and graduate school essays and papers, long forgotten (often better forgotten)
newspaper and magazine articles, published and unpublished books, and letters,
hundreds of them, to and from Ferrini, Garland, Olson, Jonathan Bayliss and
dozens of other writers with whom I have corresponded over the years; not to
speak of those journals. My life
stretched out on paper in front of me as I tried to make some sense of it. I was also amazed to discover what a pack-rat
I had become from eighth grade on!
While
expressing my gratitude to the Museum and Board for accepting my written
legacy, let me affirm that it has been a humbling experience coming to grips
with a life in writing, a life on paper, especially in an age in which paper
and print are giving way to digital technologies and the culture of paper may
be imperiled.
Looking back through the
pages I have written from high school to the present has been a sobering
experience. I realize that I have not
written all that I once dreamed of writing.
Life intervened—marriage,
divorce, parenting, teaching, social work, local activism, writing when I could
manage it on nights and weekends. As
vital as it may seem, youthful ambition comes at an age when we think we know
what we want, but we do not yet know who we are. We can hope that writing—and the living
which underpins it—will help to teach us that.
Though I cut my teeth on experimental fiction, I did not become a
transgressive writer. Charles Olson
exhorted me to “stay local,” and local I have remained, writing largely about
my home town in fiction and memoir.
Living in one place for the better part of one’s life becomes the only
life one knows. And yet, the life of a
small town, especially a cosmopolitan community like Gloucester, can be a world
unto itself, as well as being a reflection of the larger one.
In the end, I have written the books I was compelled to
write, books about Native American conflicts in Maine, about the lives of the
disadvantaged in Gloucester, and about the struggle over the soul of my
hometown as it attempts to preserve its gritty blue-collar identity in the wake
of the collapse of the North Atlantic’s fishing stocks. This is the work I have done, and I do not
believe I could have done it without the inspiration I gained from working
alongside of Barbara Erkkila at the Gloucester
Times, or from the friendship and mentoring I received from Vincent Ferrini
and Joe Garland. It is humbling to have
my papers included with theirs in the Museum’s archive, and for this I am truly
grateful.
.
(Text of talk by Peter Anastas at Cape Ann Museum, Saturday, April 8, about
the experience of cataloging his own papers in the Museum Archives. Anastas also
shared stories about local writers, including Barbara Erkkila, Joe Garland and
Vincent Ferrini, who have each donated their papers to the Museum
Archives.)
