I have either written, edited, or read all of the essays that make up Salem's Centuries many times over these past three years as they have taken shape but now that they're all together in a published book I read them again last week, as I wanted to see how the book held up, cover to cover, beginning to end. You don't have to read the book that way, as it is a collection of topical essays in chronological order, but I wanted to see if there were some hidden themes that perhaps we should have made more apparent (I think I was also looking for typos).

So I was going to bring you some photographs of Salem during yesterday's snowstorm today, but that would have necessitated actually going out and walking around, and just a few steps from my backyard out onto Chestnut Street at midday were enough to convince me that I didn't want to do that. So I have images of snowstorms past, mostly new discoveries, and most from the Peabody Essex Museum's Phillips Library, which possesses the largest collection of famed photographers Frank Cousins and Samuel Chamberlain, as well as images by amateur photographers in family papers.

I think I've previewed the "anniversary year" for quite a few years on this blog in Januarys past, but this particular year is going to be so dominated by the 250th anniversary of the American Revolution (nationally) and Salem's 400th anniversary (locally) that I decided not to. However, I don't want to lose sight of the trees through the forest! I've always thought that the 1870s was an interesting decade for Salem women, and in 1876 in particular there were two women's organizations that I think really represent the collective 

This week in North Philly Note, Donna Seger and Brad Austin, coeditors of Salem’s Centuries, write about the history of a city that should be known for much more than just witches. If one loo…

Provocative title, yes? It's not mine. A very different presentation for me today: a very short post, with no pictures and very little analysis on my part. Basically I just want to offer you a link, to the Minority Report of the two historians appointed to the City Seal Task Force, whose contributions to the Official Report were so butchered and detached from documentation that they felt compelled to compose their own report and submit it to the Salem City Council for its review and consideration of an alteration to Salem's official city seal since 1839.

Yesterday I received three copies of Salem's Centuries. New Perspectives on the History of an Old American City, and Tuesday is publication day, so I thought I'd provide an introductory post. The crucible of this book is definitely this blog, so I want to thank all of its followers, readers, and commenters: I truly am grateful for your support and inspiration!

I'm still working on the fall version of my 2025 reading list even as the year draws to a close. I certainly won't finish it by the end of the year, but I have a LONG break ahead of me as I have a sabbatical for the spring semester! Lots of great books coming out next year (including my own) so I better get going.

Everyone has their favorite Christmas movies, and most of mine are classics from the mid-twentieth century: there is the Barbara Stanwyck double feature of Christmas in Connecticut and Remember the Night followed by the Bing Crosby double feature of Holiday Inn and White Christmas and then I turn to Holiday Affair and The Bishop's Wife. Very close to Christmas, I put on variations of…

I was researching the enforcement of the famous (or infamous) 1659 Massachusetts statutory "ban" on Christmas in the records of the Essex County quarterly courts the other day and soon realized that no one got fined for "keeping Christmas" but rather for excessive "tippling" on Christmas. I think if you kept Christmas quietly at home you were fine, but if you or your guests became "distempered with drink" you were not.

Christmas in Salem, a holiday house tour held hosted every year by Historic Salem, Inc. as its largest fundraiser, has always been one of my favorite events. It represents every thing I love about Salem: architecture, creativity, community, preservation, walkability, pride of place. It's the light at the end of the long dark Halloween tunnel. I never miss it, and this year I couldn't miss it, as our house was on the tour, so it came to me!

One of the chapters I wrote for the forthcoming (on January 6!) Salem's Centuries was on the Colonial Revival, and in it I  explored Salem's experience of that cultural movement as well as Salem's influence in that cultural movement. I am no art historian, so my purview is very broad, and more focused on popular distillations of "Salem style" than original creations. 

I really didn't want to publish any more about the Salem City Seal saga here, but the closing meeting of the Task Force which has recommended its replacement was concerning in so many ways that I simply had to write about it (it was keeping me up at night). For those that haven't followed this issue and are (really) interested, previous posts are…

I decided to celebrate the debut of Ken Burns' new series on the American Revolution by getting out two old books which I always enjoy browsing through, and which I now realize were quite foundational in how I look (and I do mean look) at American history in particular and history in general. The two books are The Pictorial History of the American Revolution…

I am very excited about The Testament of Ann Lee, the new film about the Shaker founder, because its sounds like quite the experience and I am descended from a Shaker family. I know that sounds like an odd thing to say, because one of the most conspicuous characteristics of the Shakers is their celibacy, but my great great great grandfather James Valentine Calver sold off all his possessions and left his (rather large, I've seen it) home in Diss, England and traveled to America with his wife Susan and nine children, Ellen, Maria, Henry, James Jr., Thomas, William, twins Mariah and Jane, and Amelia, to take up residence near the Shaker community in New Lebanon, New York (generally called Mount Lebanon) in 1849.

Salem is not particularly known for its folk art, I think. The standard for craftsmanship during the later eighteenth and early nineteenth century was so high, and production so prolific, that the curatorial and collecting emphasis always seems to be on the best and the brightest of the decorative arts rather than the more idiosyncratic. But I'm always looking for interesting examples of folk art, and every once in a while I do a round-up of samplers, silhouettes and signs.

You hear my title phrase all the time in Salem now, with increasing frequency. It's a way to acknowledge the fact that residents of Salem have to (or want to): go to work, drive to their appointments, take their kids to school, walk along the sidewalk or sit on their front stoops in the prolonged Halloween season of September and October (and a bit of November, and.......) when a million people shuffle around our very small city taking pictures of each other.

I've engaged in lots of different history here: a lot of public, some world, American and European, but above all, local. I'm always looking for new ways to delve into and present local history. I follow the sources, I chase down new perspectives and approaches whenever I catch a trail, and because I'm operating in a digital world, I always look for striking visuals.

The Historic New England season is closing this Columbus/Indigenous People's Day weekend and as I am up in York Harbor, I went to visit one of HNE's oldest houses (both in terms of sheer vintage and time under its stewardship): the Jackson House in Portsmouth, built circa 1664. This is an extraordinary house: I'm sorry to be posting at this time when you won't be able to visit it until next June, because I'd really like to urge everyone reading to go.