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Invent Radium or I'll Pull Your Hair

DORIS DRUCKER



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Henry Havelock Ellis, known as Havelock Ellis (2 February 1859 – 8 July 1939), was an English physician, writer, Progressive intellectual and social reformer ...

  1. 哈維洛克·艾利斯 靄理士隨筆
    醫生
  2. 亨利·哈維洛克·艾利斯，是一位英國醫生、性心理學家和研究人類性行為的社會改革者。 亨利·哈維洛克·艾利斯的父親是愛德華·佩平·艾利斯，母親是蘇珊娜·瑪麗·惠特利,出生在倫敦南面的小城克羅伊登。 艾利斯在《我的一生》中說，他的朋友對於他是性學專家這件事覺得很可笑，因為他長期受到陽痿的困擾。 維基百科
  4. 出生： 1859 年 2 月 2 日，英國克羅伊登
  5. 逝世： 1939 年 7 月 8 日


THE PROSE WRITINGS OF
HEINRICH HEINE:
EDITED, WITH AN INTRODUCTION,
BY HAVELOCK
ELLIS.

WALTER SCOTT
LONDON: 24 WARWICK LANE
PATERNOSTER ROW
1887




CONTENTS.


                                       PAGE

REISEBILDER                               1

LONDON                                   47

WELLINGTON                               52

THE LIBERATION                           57

JAN STEEN                                65

THE ROMANTIC SCHOOL                      68

RELIGION AND PHILOSOPHY                 142

FLORENTINE NIGHTS                       179

DON QUIXOTE                             243

GODS IN EXILE                           268

CONFESSIONS                             290

http://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/37478/pg37478.txt

讀一段A life in the 20th Century



1530-1610
 Unbeaten Tracks in Japan - Project Gutenberg（1885年版）

Bird, Isabella. "Unbeaten Tracks in Japan: The Firsthand Experiences of a British Woman in Outback Japan in 1878". Japan & Stuff Press (2006). ISBN 4-9902848-0-1.

Usu Station - 有珠駅 - 北海道伊達市 - Ekinavi

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Usu Station area tourism and travel information. 有珠善光寺の玄関口。駅の概要・営業時間・ ... Usu Bay 有珠湾と旅館有珠観光館。 Ousuyama Shrine 大臼山神社。

 I sat on a rock by the bay till the last pink
glow faded from Usu-taki 岳and the last lemon stain from the still
water; and a beautiful crescent, which hung over the wooded hill,
had set, and the heavens blazed with stars:


"Ten thousand stars were in the sky,
Ten thousand in the sea,
And every wave with dimpled face,
That leapt upon the air,
Had caught a star in its embrace,
And held it trembling there."


The loneliness of Usu Bay is something wonderful--a house full of
empty rooms falling to decay, with only two men in it--one Japanese
house among 500 savages, yet it was the only one in which I have
slept in which they bolted neither the amado nor the gate.





The Ainu Bear Ceremony 1931

https://www.youtube.com/watch?t=24&v=EelCX5zjTKU


  日本奥地紀行 / イサベラ.バード(Isabella L. Bird)著 ; 高梨健吉訳東京都 : 平凡社, 2000

An excerpt from
Invent Radium
or I'll Pull Your Hair: A Memoir
Doris Drucker
The Servants
The outbreak of the War had overwhelmed my grandparents. They were not really old people—both were in their late fifties, but in those days people of that age were considered old, and they felt old and entitled to enjoy serene sunset years. Now they were faced with the departure of their only son (my uncle Carl) and of half a dozen close family members into the army, not to mention general disorder, food rationing, the restrictions imposed on everyday life, and the arrival of my mother with two little children, who had to be taken in. Moreover, two young daughters, Margret and Anne, were still living at home.
Doris Drucker
The author (left) and her sister, 1913.
 
It cannot have been easy for my mother either to be a guest in her parents' home, although her relief at being away from Cologne and her husband probably more than compensated for the drawbacks of the situation. Besides, there was none of that "two women in one kitchen" syndrome. My grandmother was an excellent and well-organized hausfrau, whereas my mother loathed any domestic activity. It suited both of them that my mother would take care of us children and my grandmother would run the household, assisted by a full complement of servants: a cook, a parlor maid, at least two undermaids, a cleaning woman to "do the floors," and a laundress every other week. An ironing girl followed the laundress the next day, and a seamstress came for mending things. Every morning a barber appeared to shave my grandfather, and a hairdresser to arrange my grandmother's hair. When my grandmother went marketing, she was accompanied by one of the maids with a hamper to carry the food. When she traveled—as a matter of fact, when anybody in the family traveled—a porter and a cart were summoned to bring the luggage to the railway station. The travelers followed in a hired horse-drawn cab. A maid in charge of coats and other paraphernalia usually accompanied the travelers on the train.
By today's standards, it seems preposterous that a middle-class—or what the Germans called gut buergerliche—family would employ that many servants. However, compared to the twenty or more servants kept by aristocratic families—not counting coachmen, grooms, and stable boys—the total number of servants in my grandparents' household was not at all extravagant. One has to remember that all the chores we now do mechanically had to be done manually—by somebody. Hot water did not flow from any tap; water for washing clothes and dishes, not to mention personal hygiene, had to be heated on the wood-burning kitchen stove. Messages were not delivered over a telephone: they had to be hand-carried back and forth. Turning a switch did not produce light—the ceiling fixtures in the living room and dining room came on only after a maid had opened a valve and held a flame to the outflowing gas. Outside, a lamplighter made the rounds every evening and lit the streetlights one by one. In the morning he came back and extinguished them.
Although my grandparents' apartment was quite elegant by local standards, it had just one toilet and, separate from it, a bathroom with a bathtub and a sink. The bathroom was used only on Saturday nights, when a maid lit a fire under a water heater for the once-a-week ablutions. In between, everybody made do with a more or less perfunctory sponge bath. Every morning the maids carried hot water from the kitchen to the bedrooms to fill the water jugs and washbasins that stood on marble-topped chests of drawers. After the masters and mistresses had performed their superficial rubdowns, the maids carried the wash water away.
Laundering was by far the most exhausting chore. Even as a child I pitied the poor worn-out washerwoman. There were no washing machines. The laundress had to boil clothes in a huge cauldron, haul them out piece by piece with a long wooden stick, rinse them repeatedly in fresh water, and then carry them outside to "bleach in the sun." When my newly married grandmother arrived in Mainz in 1885, there was in the middle of town a grassy piece of land designated as a communal bleaching ground. (Today that piece of property is a heavily traveled street, still called "Die Grosse Bleiche.") Every other week my grandmother walked to that place with two of the maids, who carried hampers full of damp clothes. Having seen to it that the linens were properly spread out on the grass, my grandmother returned home with one maid. The other one was left behind to guard the clothes—not so much from thieves as from mischievous street urchins. At night the supposedly bleached clothes were brought home, rinsed, wrung out again, and carried—imagine those loads!—to a loft in the attic, where they were hung on lines to dry.
Ironing was hardly less strenuous. Fat iron wedges, heated until they were red-hot, were shoved into the hollow interior of heavy pressing irons. There were no temperature controls. The ironing girl touched a wetted finger against the sole of the iron. If it sizzled, the temperature was right. Often the girl's fingertips were so callused from all the testing that she could no longer judge heat gradations, with the result that she burned the clothes. Of course, there was no wash-and-wear. Everything was made from natural fibers—linen, wool, or cotton—and everything was pleated, embroidered, and beribboned and had to be pressed very carefully.
Because there was no refrigeration, perishables had to be shopped for every day—no small job for a family of seven plus five or so servants. In the summer, my grandmother would sometimes summon the iceman, who lugged a heavy ice block upstairs and slung it into a semi-isolated icebox. Food was piled on top and around the ice until it melted and drained into a bowl at the bottom.
In his recent book From Dawn to Decadence, the historian Jacques Barzun states that past achievements in the political, social, and artistic sphere were possible only because servants freed the leading spirits to do the work: writers such as Dickens or Balzac could not have produced their phenomenal literary output without servants at their beck and call.
In the middle-class society in which I grew up, it would have been unthinkable for anybody in the family to do "maids' work"; the only exception was an occasional cooking bout, which could be described as a hobby. Anything else would have been downright immoral. What would happen to the poor if somebody took over the servants' roles?
We never, ever, made our own beds, and until I was in high school, I did not know anybody among our acquaintances who did. A classmate, recounting some catastrophe in her family, mentioned that it had forced her mother to make the beds for a week. "Your mother made the beds?" we asked incredulously. It must have been a severe crisis.
Doris Drucker
Sitting on a wine vat at the home of vintner relatives, 1916-17.
 
For all their labors, the servants earned a pittance, but at least they were housed and fed; the alternative was to starve at home in a village. Under German law, the oldest son inherited the family farm when his father died. This was not discrimination against the younger children; the law was designed to prevent the division of a small holding into unsustainable small plots for each of the children. In theory, the heir was to pay off his siblings, but, in practice, there was no money. To survive at all, the uneducated young peasant boys and girls had to hire themselves out as servants. Girls who had gotten themselves "into trouble" in the village became surrogate breast-feeders for women who could not or did not want to breast-feed their own newborns. Shortly after the girl had given birth, either she or her family gave the new baby away to an "Angelmaker," a woman who starved the little children in her care to death, and the young mother was hired out as a wet nurse. Her employers plied her with beer and all the rich food you can think of, to make her milk and the baby fatter and fatter, which, in those days, was a sign of enviable health. Well-to-do mothers preferred to have their babies nourished by a wet nurse. It was much more convenient than to have to be on tap around the clock. Besides, breast-feeding was considered to be degrading: it made you into a sort of milch cow. And for birth mothers who could not nurse their babies, a substitute was almost a necessity because there was no such thing as a formula to feed newborns.
Many years later, when the name Freud had entered the vocabulary of the educated and especially the semi-educated, people traced all kinds of real or imaginary psychological and physiological afflictions back to their wet nurses. As an adult, did you suffer from rheumatism, drug addiction,…hypochondria? Sure—it was all the wet nurse's fault: through her milk, you became predisposed to this disorder or that affliction, and so on, ad absurdum. By the time we were born, fashions had changed, and women were encouraged to breast-feed their babies. My mother went at it vigorously because, as she told me later, "I wanted to override the bad genes your father has contributed to your existence."

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