suns along the Mohawk

  A few days ago, Rob Gavel asked neighbors on the Historic Stockade Yahoo! Group mailing list if anyone had a “a full-body image of Lawrence” that could be used in a project for the Stockade Association.  To my surprise, as I searched my online and computer photo collections, I did not have a simple full-body portrait of our beloved Lawrence the Indian, sans pedestal and Circle.   The Stockade’s monument to Lawrence, or his traffic circle and “park”, appears in many of my photographs and webposts, but Lawrence is customarily just part of the tableau or background for one neighborhood event or another (e.g., the Valentine flamingo visit, our Christmas tree, Stockade-a-thon, or the Outdoor Art Show).

  Rob’s request made me realize that I need to take a closer look at Lawrence himself.  Yesterday afternoon, I did just that, on a sunny, mid-October Saturday (and also on Friday, October 16).  Below you will find a few portraits of Lawrence the Indian, an icon of our Stockade neighborhood, along with some facts about him and his statue.  [As always, click on a photo for a larger version.]

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– update (Feb. 2, 2010): the above pose is used for the new Stockade Gateway Banner, which was the project Rob Gavel had in mind when he sought Lawrence images –

 – Lawrence’s Feathers –

– follow-up: I didn’t know when I was taking Lawrence’s banner photo that 2009 was apparently the only year that Lawrence’s feather’s were leaning toward his left. The consensus, formed at the time he was refurbished in 2012, is that his feathers should be standing upright.

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“Lawrence” was among the Native Mohawks who encouraged the Dutch to resettle the village of Schenectady after a 1690 attack, in which French-Canadian and Indian marauders burned the stockaded village to the ground and massacred many of its inhabitants. (see the Stockade Association [new link] history page) The “I Spy” website of the Mohawk Valley Library System has this to say about the Stockade monument known as Lawrence the Indian:

At the junction of Front, Green and North Ferry Streets, is the Indian monument which marks the northeastern extremity and blockhouse of Queen’s Fort that was built by 1705, after the massacre. The statue was placed at that site in 1887 and became known as “Lawrence the Indian.” Lawrence was named after the Christian Mohawk who was a great friend to the early settlers and the most persistent of the trackers of the retreating French and Indians after the 1690 raid.

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As discussed in February 2008 at my f/k/a weblog, our statue of Lawrence the Indian “was originally a carving done by wood carver Samuel Anderson Robb about 1860 for William Demuth, who was the leading cigar store Indian peddler. Demuth published a catalog of his wares and in 1872 Lawrence is listed as ‘No. 53 Indian Chief.’  In 1873, the J.L.Mott Iron Works purchased the design and listed him for $500 in their catalog of statuary. The Schenectady statue was purchased in 1887.” [See “Fargo, North Dakota: The Indian Statue,” put together by the Institute for Regional Studies at North Dakota State University.]

Size. When asked how tall the Lawrence statue and base were, Stockade neighbor Rob Petito consulted the Smithsonian’s 1993 Inventory of American Sculpture, which states that [including his three small feathers] the statue of Lawrence is approx. 6’-3”, the upper base approx. 2’-7-1/2”, and the lower base approx. 4’-2”. That makes the total height approximately 13’-0” tall. Without counting the feathers, Lawrence himself is about 5′ 7″.

In addition to our Lawrence the Indian, the J.L. Mott Iron Works model “#53 Indian Chief” statuary has had quite a few identities; the names and legends include:

• Chief Hopocan in New Portage Park, at the intersection of Norton Avenue and Wooster Road, in Barberton, Ohio.
• Tecumseh at the J. Fitzhugh Thornton Memorial, Thornton Triangle park in Cincinnati, Ohio
• Hiawatha at the Forest Glen Annex to Walter Reed Army Medical Center, Dewitt Circle & Linden Lane, in the Washington DC suburb of Silver Spring, Maryland [not Bethesda, MD, as stated in the Queen City Survey weblog, where you can find a discussion and a photo of Hiawatha].  Two photos of our Lawrence are standing in for his clone Hiawatha at Marv Solberg’s informative and comprehensive dcMemorials.com website.
• the Kisco Indian, at the Gorham Fountain, Mt. Kisco, New York, in Westchester County.  According to a webpage from the Smithsonian Art Museum inventory catalog, “the sculpture “was first exhibited at the Centennial International Exhibition in Philadelphia in 1876. . . .The work was featured in Ripley’s Believe or Not in 1968.”  Originally part of a water fountain and watering trough for horses, it was also meant to be “as symbol of the Prohibition Party.”
• a Cherokee named Sequoia, in Calhoun, Georgia
• an Indian unidentified by name or tribe in Fargo, North Dakota.
• “Wausaneta Indian”, Kiwanis Park, Leroy, Illinois.  According to local archivist/librarian Bill Kemp:

“Although few know it today, this statue embodies LeRoy’s longtime ties to spiritualism, the belief that the dead have the means and inclination to communicate with the living.

“The idea for such a statue came from local resident and ardent spiritualist Simeon H. West, and he foot the bill to purchase, ship and install the pre-cast metal Native American and its elaborate pedestal. West claimed that on more than one occasion he communed with a deceased Kickapoo named Wausaneta, and he erected this statue as a tribute to the chief and his people.”

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follow-up (Sept. 10, 2013): Indio Piel Roja, Plaza de Armas, Cusco. Peru. Thanks to a webpage authored by Vicente Goyzueta, I learned today that a Lawrence Clone that is no longer in existence once stood in the grand Plaza de Armas del Cusco, in Peru.  Goyzueta, currently a resident of Tarrytown, NY, is a native of Cusco, and explains that “Qosqo [now known as Cusco] is actually the oldest living city in the American Continent, with a continuous settlement of more than 3,000 years. “

The webposting and photo-spread focuses on the striking similarity — “mismo” — between the Cusco Indian and Chief Kisko in Mount Kisko, NY.  It also presents pictures of other versions of Indian Chief No. 53, including Lawrence.   Goyzueta wrote me in an email today that:

“When I was a little kid I was impressed by the Indian statue in the Main Square of Cusco, later I learned that it was pulled down by a drunken journalist who did not like it. Once in NY, my sister told me about the story of Chief Kisko but I did not believe that it was an Inca placed there by mistake.”

The picture above was taken in 1945 by Frank Scherschel for Life Magazine. Clearly, Cusco’s Indio Piel Roja [“Red Skin Indian”] had a fancier pedestal situated in a grander plaza than our Lawrence. I don’t know anything more at this time about the history of the Cusco Indian or its symbolism or purpose.

The other versions of Mott’s “#53 Indian Chief” may look like our Lawrence, but none of them is nestled among the sights and people at the heart of the Schenectady Stockade.

follow-up (May 3, 2012): See our posting “Lawrence goes walkabout” (May 2, 2012), which describes — with many photos – Lawrence’s brief removal, after 125 years, so that he and his pedestal can be restored.

– early Walkabout preparations included balloon distribution  –

. . Congratulations and thanks to all who made the 50th Stockade Walkabout a historic success — those who opened their homes, the many volunteers on the Walkabout Committee and Stockade Association, sponsors, supporters, costumed characters and docents, and the all-important ticket-purchasing public.  Beautiful early-autumn weather, a sprinkling of red-leafed trees, and a large crowd made the atmosphere festive and bright (despite a neighborly tiff over road-closure issues that might be revisited next year).

– click for the list of supporters, sponsors, volunteers from the tasteful Ticket/Guide –

Docent duties and two balky sets of camera batteries greatly limited by photographic activities today.   Unable to get to more than a handful of locations, I decided to concentrate on a few splashes of color, which will have to stand in for all the people, sights and sites that made the 2009 Walkabout such a satisfying experience.   [As always, click on an image for a larger version and scroll over it for a brief description.]

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If you were out and about early this morning near the River (perhaps moving your car), you got a free fog show along the Mohawk:

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– for more fog photos from earlier this week, click here –

p.s. With depleted batteries and a weary old body, I seemed to miss a lot of shots today.  Indeed, thanks to a healthy breeze, even the balloons were uncooperative — see this example.  I was quick enough, however, to capture a car-full of smiling traffic scofflaws.

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It took a John Deere backhoe under my bay window at 7 AM this morning to remind me that there are many things far more annoying than a noisy cricket behind the refrigerator.

My friends can tell you that I’ve been a bit obsessed this week about a perennial sign of summer’s end at my Stockade home: the arrival, and 24/7 chirping, of a love-starved, refuge-seeking cricket in the inaccessible (and sound-amplifying) kitchen space behind my refrigerator.  In recent years, I’ve memorialized this autumn invasion, and attempted to sublimate my frustration, in haiku poems posted at my other weblogs (collected today at dagosan’s haiku diary).  This year, despite being reminded by a few bleeding hearts that crickets bring luck, and in spite of empathy toward his plight, I’ve been feeling even less charitable than usual toward the raucous chirping of the female-seeking cricket in my kitchen (only the males can chirp).

After a night of teeth clenching that I blamed on that damnable cricket, I sat at my desk with a big mug of coffee first thing this morning, planning to follow Frasier’s example by finding a gecko to end my cricket misery.   All thoughts of cricket-hunting were immediately dispelled, however, when an intolerable racket began outside the window located just a couple feet from my desk (see the photo above).  I immediately knew the source of the audio assault — the return to Washington Ave. of the utility crew we told you about in June and July, in “my NiMo sunset” and “a different orange glow.”   More precisely, the return to the corner of Cucumber Alley and Washington Ave. — and thus directly under my bay window — of the gas-pipe-laying men and machines of National Grid.

– here are a few shots from early this summer at Cucumber Alley –

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Yes, it does seem far-fetched that a mere two blocks of Washington Avenue here in the Stockade have required an entire season of digging and laying and ripping and pouring, but it’s true.  I cannot duplicate the sound of their “street maintenance” activities around 7 A.M. this morning, but I can show you the scene out my window and at the corner [also note the backhoe at the top of this posting; and click on each picture for a larger version, or scroll over it for a brief description]:

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– new asphalt being laid at Cucumber Alley and Washington Ave. –

The end may soon be near for this well-intentioned and overdue infrasture-improvement project.  The piles of brick removed for the project along the curb might even be restored to their original patterns before the Walkabout next weekend.  None too soon, and hallelujah.

But, I won’t set my expectations too high and will accept our fate as it unfolds along Washington Avenue.  What I want to do this evening — especially if the street repair noise is finally over at my corner — is to thank the men from National Grid for distracting me from my week-long thoughts of insecticide.  Indeed, I don’t want to jinx myself, but all that racket this morning might have persuaded my horny cricket friend to seek a setting more conducive to gryllidae courting and romance.  If I haven’t been that lucky, and my chirpy friend returns this evening, I’ll be complaining again with an Update in the morning.

update (9 AM Saturday, Sept. 19, 2009): No chirping for at least 15 hours.  Frankly, I almost miss the pesky little guy and really could use some good luck.  Something tells me he’s been playing Alley Cricket overnight looking to get lucky and he’ll soon return to my safe and warm kitchen.

afterthought (Sept. 20, 2009):  What do you do with an annoying pest? Swat it?  Put it outside? There’s a timely Sunday comic strip today from The Middletons.