Ghost Trails

North America is lousy with ghost trails. Most of us walk right past them without noticing, or if we do, don’t stop to think about what we just saw, why it’s there, who (or what) made it, how it might take us into a historical moment if we would just step off the main path, push aside the overhanging branches, or step through the cat briars, and push off into the woods, following the ghost trail wherever it leads us.

Maybe it’s a primordial fear of the unknown, or the Hollywood created notion that if you walk into those woods you might encounter a crazy person with an axe. Whatever the reason, too often we walk right past ghost trails and leave it to others to wonder what might be up there in the woods, around those rocks, or over that ridge line.

These days I’m spending a lot of time thinking about ghost trails, because I’ve begun work on a history of Virginia’s “Lost Appalachian Trail” — the 300 mile-long section of the Appalachian Trail that used to run from just southwest of Salem, Virginia, down through Floyd, Patrick, Carroll, Grayson, Smyth, and Washington counties. That section of the Trail, first laid out in the early 1930s, was the official route of the AT for more than 20 years, until it was abandoned by the Appalachian Trail Conference (ATC) in the early 1950s. The decision to abandon the route through Southern Virginia was pitched by the ATC as a protective measure, designed to get as much of the Trail’s route onto federal land in the new Jefferson National Forest as possible.

You don’t have to be much of a historian to know that simple explanations like that are rarely the whole story. It is true that the ATC sought to protect as much of the Trail as possible by moving it into National Parks and National Forests. But it is also true that the relationship between the leadership of the ATC — effectively Myron Avery — and the local trail community in Southern Virginia was never a strong or comfortable one. The weak nature of that relationship meant that it was much easier to abandon the 300 miles of trail from Salem to Galax to Damascus than it would have been to route the AT away from a section managed by a trail club with a strong leadership closely tied to the ATC in Washington.

And so, I’m chasing a 300 mile long ghost across Bent Mountain, past Meadows of Dan, through Fancy Gap, over Fisher’s Peak, down Main Street in Galax, across the New River at Fries, over Comer’s Rock, through Skulls Gap, and down the Iron Mountains to Damascus. I’ve already interviewed a 101 year-old woman who remembers going into the mountains with her father to help build the AT in 1930. I’ve pushed through the cat briars to follow a ghost trail that might be part of the old AT route near Adney Gap. I’ve had lunch in the Floyd General Store and gotten lost near Elk Creek. I’ve chatted with an antique dealer about the “courthouse murders” in Hillsville, and I’ve driven through some of the thickest fog I’ve ever seen along the crest of a mountain, hoping that the lack of guard rails won’t be a problem.

As Bill Turkel wrote in The Archive of Place back in 2008, I’m after “latent or seemingly insignificant traces” of the past, traces that, I hope, will help me find my way to some interesting conclusions about a place and a past that is all but opaque to the community of hikers, advocates, supporters, and others who care about the Appalachian Trail. At the very least, I’ll end up with some good ghost stories.

Peter Haber Five Years After

Yesterday I was honored to take part in a digital history seminar that gave its participants an opportunity to reflect on the life and accomplishments of our friend and colleague Peter Haber who died more than five years ago. Peter and I (along with Jan Hodel) were collaborators on an experimental digital history project and through that (and other) work, became friends as well as colleagues.

I’ve already written an obituary for Peter, so I won’t rehash what I wrote in 2013, but you can read it here. For a historian, Peter was always looking forward, so instead of revisiting his life, I’ll summarize instead what I said in the seminar. That the speakers were located in Basel (with the audience), Innsbruck, and here in Fairfax would, I think, have made Peter very happy. My task was to say something about what has happened in digital history over the past five years and to peek a bit into the future, so here’s what I said, more or less.

To begin with, I think it’s important to recognize what hasn’t changed in the past five years. The short answer is, a lot hasn’t changed, but the two big issues that we still haven’t dealt with successfully are deciding how to credit the work of digital historians in academia. Promotion committees still struggle with digital history, largely because they want to find ways to make the work we do fit into categories they already understand, like “book” or “article.” Digital history doesn’t work that way and will never fit into those categories. As long as we keep trying to fit the square peg in the round hole, we’ll be stuck where we are. The second thing that hasn’t changed is that granting agencies (generally) don’t like to fund the sustainability of digital projects. Funding new projects is great and I’m very thankful to all the funding agencies who have supported my and my colleagues’ work over the past two decades. But it remains very difficult to find funds to keep those projects updated and online.

On the good side of the ledger, I would argue that the two most positive developments of the past five years are the mushrooming amount of linked open data available to digital humanists, and the increasingly blurry boundaries between the history, library science, geography, linguistics, computer science, and other disciplines.

The more linked open data we have, and the better our tools get for working with that data, the more interesting will be the results coming from the analysis of these vast corpora of texts, images, numbers, sounds, and other forms of humanistic content. Both of the other speakers in the seminar mentioned AI and machine learning as critical to what’s happening, but call me a cautious optimist on that front. Thus far, the results I’ve seen from machine analysis of these data sets hasn’t really resulted in any big insights that have made historians sit up and say, “Wow!”. I expect that to happen one of these days, maybe soon. But right now I think the most interesting results coming from the analysis of linked open data is coming from the minds of humans rather than from machines.

I am also gratified by the blurring of those disciplinary lines I just mentioned. Geospatial humanities projects are excellent examples of that blurring, but I’m also encouraged by the growing sophistication of conversations between historians and librarians and archivists around information architecture. Digital historians and digital archaeologists are also starting to find interesting common ground. Our students will live lives that slide back and forth across and through disciplinary boundaries, so why shouldn’t we? Not long ago I had an incredibly energizing conversation with Cristina Wood about her work in data sonification. I think Peter would be very happy to see the increasing levels of collaboration across these boundaries and the entrepreneurial work graduate students like Cristina are doing.

My peek into the future included a prediction: future historians will spend an inordinate amount of time trying to preserve cultural resources around the world that are vanishing as a result of climate change — especially those that will submerge into the oceans and seas as a result of the melting of the Greenland and Antarctic ice sheets. Digital historians are going to be called upon to help preserve these historic sites and other resources, so the time is already here when we should be preparing our students for this work.

Finally, I pointed out that the digital humanities starts to look and feel more like a discipline, a growing number of scholars are trying to draw lines around what is and what isn’t “digital humanities.” It’s only natural that they might, because it is through the setting of boundaries that we know what we are and aren’t doing. The problem, of course, is that creation of boundaries leads inevitably to “You’re doing it wrong!”

I like to think Peter Haber would have, in his gentle yet firm way, pushed back against the notion that there were right and wrong ways to do digital humanities. Fortunately, as yesterday’s seminar demonstrates, his legacy lives on through his colleagues, his students, and his family.

Culling a Life


Her HS graduation photo

Last week I had the unenviable task of culling the life of my mother-in-law, aged 81. In some ways I was the perfect person for this task, because in my sister-in-law’s garage there were 32 banker’s boxes of files that needed to be sorted through in just under 72 hours, because we were relocating her from Colorado to Virginia on short notice. Who better than a historian to do the work of pulling the significant items out and saving them?

Because she was the keeper of the family history, several of those boxes were filled with scrapbooks, photographs dating back to at least 1870, documents from a relative’s Civil War service in the Army of Northern Virginia, hundreds of more recent snapshots, an edited set of letters sent home from the American campaign in North Africa, Sicily, and Italy in 1943-44, a series of photographs from my mother-in-laws years as a student at Sweet Briar College in the mid-1950s, and love letters exchanged with her second husband (to whom she was married for more than 30 years).

Plenty of the documents were easy to identity, but almost all of those easily identified were texts. The photos, not so much. Some had scrawled notes on the back, but most did not. I would ask my mother-in-law, but she has dementia and has a difficult enough time remembering me, much less who is who in a photograph that is more than 100 years old.

ernestMy wife was at least a little help. She could identify her grandfather in this photograph from his undergraduate years at the University of Virginia.  I happen to know a little bit about his life, but almost all of it in the last two decades before he died. I do know he attended UVa and went on to the Harvard Medical School. After that he returned to his native Lynchburg, Virginia, where he practiced medicine until he retired. And I can pick him out in this photograph, because he looks so much like my brother-in-law. But beyond identifying him and knowing that this was an undergraduate fraternity of some sort, I don’t have a clue about anything else in the image.

And so I’m left to cull her life down to one banker’s box of texts and images, most of them identified, but many not. The rest, well, they’ve entered the dustbin of history. In the end I’m left wondering if it is easier or more difficult to cull the record of someone’s life when you are a historian.

Today, anyway, it feels a lot more difficult.

It’s Not All About Me

“Our students come first.”

That’s what it says on page five of George Mason University’s Strategic Plan. As one of the authors of that document back in 2014, I’m always happy when this simple sentence is deployed to explain a new policy or rule. And I’m equally unhappy when we, too often in my view, make rules and policies that are grounded in the revenue needs of our various academic units rather than what’s good for our students.

Because the internal contest for revenue that drives so much of our decision making makes me crazy, it’s useful to be reminded, by students, that they come first. They are under such pressure and face so many problems–excessive debt, an unpredictable job market, political disunity at home, a looming climate disaster everywhere. We owe them more than just an excellent course. What we do as educators transcends the syllabus.

And it’s good to be reminded, by students, that it’s not all about me.

Those who know me know that I’m a person of very strong political opinions and that I’m very passionate, and sometimes even a little intolerant (if I’m honest), on certain issues relating to individual rights, climate change, and the twinned issues of equity in access, not just in higher education, but in our society generally.

My students will tell you, I hope, that I also keep all of those opinions to myself in the classroom. This is an issue with lots of strong feelings on both sides — professors shouldn’t be afraid to express their political and social views in class/professors should keep those views to themselves. I get why some of my colleagues bring their views into the classroom and I don’t condemn them for that. I just don’t teach that way. That’s just me.

But I still have those strong opinions and the events of the past 12 months have just made me even more committed to what I believe.

When one of my former students came to see me back in late November to ask for letters of recommendation for graduate school, I asked the obvious question: “What have you been doing since you graduated two years ago?” As it turns out, he had been very engaged in the recent election, working for a congressional candidate who I had really, really hoped would lose (she didn’t). A part of me wanted to scream, “How could you possibly work for someone like her?”

Fortunately, I remembered, it’s not all about me.

So, I wrote him glowing letters — he was, after all, an excellent student and a nice person — and I’m happy to say he was admitted to several excellent graduate programs.

Just today I received a phone call from the executive director of a local NGO seeking a reference on a former student — one of my favorite students of the past several years. She began the call by explaining the mission of her organization and it was clear immediately that their goals and beliefs are antithetical to mine. Really antithetical. A part of me wanted to call my student right away and scream, “How could you possibly work for such an organization?”

Fortunately, I remembered, it’s not all about me.

So, I gave her the excellent recommendation she deserved — she is, after all, a wonderful person and was one of the best students I’ve taught in the past several years. I suspect, given the tenor of the call, that she’s their first choice and I hope she gets the job.

These two students have done exactly what we hope our students will do. Get a good education, and then apply what they’ve learned to launch themselves onto career paths that they’ve chosen for themselves. In short, the system worked. I’m proud of them both, even if I might wish they had political or social views aligned with mine.

As we head into tomorrow’s change of presidential administrations, I’m going to try hard to remember the lessons I’ve learned from these students, namely, that just because I disagree with your position on issues I care passionately about, the odds are really good that you are a fine person, doing the right thing according to your own lights. We just don’t agree.

If we can all remember that it’s about all of us, then maybe, just maybe, it won’t be quite as I fear it will be. And so, on his last day in office, I’ll let President Obama have the last word:

“Sometimes I get mad and frustrated like everybody else does, but at my core, I think we’re going to be OK.”