Monthly round up of pre-published historical fiction and 19th century non-fiction continues! Gleaning from insider information (a la professional journals of the library trade), I devised a list of new titles, many have not yet hit the shelves of the book seller’s. Now is your chance to pester your local librarian or book store employee to order these titles. All terse summaries are verbatim from their sources. At this point, I cannot with any authority recommend one book over the other, but I will certainly tell you which ones I am most eager to read! Your July selections are . . .
As I pour over tomes and professional literature on the public relations, marketing and advertising industry, I am discovering new names for old concepts. The definition of public relations is the creating, elevating and protecting a reputation. In Modern parlance we refer to such professional as a Publicist. The Victorian era called them Mothers.
A Publicist is a strategist; always out to conquer the end game. A Victorian Mother of comfortable means employed the exact same skills. Depending on your perception, she used her children as pawns or had their best interest at heart. “The best” meant financial status; such status ensuring privileges and opportunity. If the children were happy, that was just a bonus. Opportunity begets opportunity, after all. The end game was financial wealth whether by marriage or honest toil (although this last point is a bit subjective). Appearance, dress, education, etiquette, the right parties, their social circle, and the acquisition of status symbols all lead to wealth if a Mother played her cards correctly.
Some Moderns view this as devious social climbing and putting on airs. Others continue to play the game like a chess board; considering they are giving their children the best opportunity to get ahead in life. Which again, is synonymous with wealth. In contrast to the stereotypical calculating Victorian Mother, Moderns place more emphasis on the children’s mental well being. The Victorians are not depicted as being so sentimental. Both then and now, girls bare the burnt of these manipulations but male children are not spared the influences of power hungry parents bent on bragging rights (or simply “providing them opportunities.”) These children perpetuated the Family Publicist ideal, instructing their own children in the art, with noticeable differences that pervade each generation. They all wanted to protect the reputation of the family name and image. Some call it shallow, others deem it necessary; regardless, the skills and the parental teaching there of, have diminished greatly in present day.
What do you think? Is Personal Branding any different? What would Mrs. Astor or Mrs. Vanderbilt do?
It is the first of the week, when our heads are muddled from the excursions of the weekend and the realization, we must once again be responsible adults. Hence, I thought a succinct post would best fit for this day.
The above photograph depicts the 1911 visage of a one, Mr. Bobby Leach who survived a plunge over Niagara Falls in a home-made steel barrel. Ten and four years latter in New Zealand, he slipped on an orange peal while ambling around and died.
Recall how I mentioned my interest in changing my occupation? This entails a move out of my current location. As a methodical person, *cough*cough*Type A* cough*cough* I systematically looked at the states near the Mississippi River and North of the Mason-Dixon Line, with the exception of North Carolina as potential places to settle down. I choose states with historic character in a climate that My Suitor could also comfortably reside. My first draft of the list included 23 states! Goodness!!! That is practically half of the country! It is one thing to cast a wide net in such matters, but it is quite another to flail about without direction. So I inspected my choices a bit closer. Which ones do I really desire to live in, the best for my future job, and also with good football prospects for My Suitor’s consideration? I narrowed the list down to 10 (which one “non-football” state, because I could not simply bear to leave it off the list).
My Top Ten in alphabetical order, like I do:
- New York
- North Carolina
- Rhode Island
After making this declaration, later that day I stumbled upon an annual list provided by This Old House with assistance from PreservationDirectory featuring the best historic neighborhoods in North America (so Canadian towns are included). It is fate, I am sure of it! They look for timeless neighborhoods with high quality constructed historic homes, an active preservation movement at affordable prices. Many are beautiful quaint towns within proximity to larger cities. The organizations surveyed historic societies, neighborhood organizations and non-profit preservation organizations to compile their list. So with my dual dream of living in an authentic Victorian home and working for a historical society, this list not only provides me with houses to fawn over, but a jumping off point to apply for employment! How marvelous is that?! As a future Historical Society employee, these are also wonderfully resources publications to be acquainted with.
Is your city on one of their lists? Tell me about it!
Victorian’s Secret is THE destination for chic Victorian woman’s lingerie! Oh, we Moderns certain make fun of the past and their silly fashion styles, but some things are Classics and deserve to stay. Here are some of the sultry women in corsets and underpinnings in the Pre-Angelic Era . . . sounds down right scandalous, does it not?!