Could that possibly
be correct? I’ve been questioning that “New England Stone Wall Myth” since the
spring of 1990, when I found that illustrated copy of William Cothren’s History
of Ancient Woodbury Connecticut in the local library and figuratively woke up
on Turtle Island. Prior to then, I was familiar with the myth that, as others
still put it, that Indians around here learned the techniques of stone building
from Europeans and every stone fence or stack of stones had something to do
with property lines and field clearing, cows and sheep, and a howling
wilderness transformed with metal axes and plows into a “New England” in a “New
World.”
It was quite
different when I started all those years ago, when I was half the age I am now.
Back then I didn’t have a little computer device in my pocket that was a phone
and a camera. I couldn’t “look stuff up” unless I went to the library, or the
school, or the museum, couldn’t instantly be in touch with the few people at
the time who considered the idea of pre-contact Indigenous Stonework in the Northeast
as a legitimate possibility. Used to be that I had to buy film for my camera
and pay for developing and printing, waiting to see if those photos were
actually conveying what I wanted to convey about my observations. I was
scribbling down notes in sketchbooks, those old photos rubber cemented onto the
pages, next to drawings of what I thought I was observing, carrying the sketchbook
to lectures, museums, and Pow Wows, and putting up with a great deal of skepticism
from a great number of people, as well as the occasional person who seemed
genuinely interested in what I was suggesting.
Back then, for the
first 6 years, I was also blissfully ignorant, for the most part, about the “Lost
Civilizations” that, like those first European explorers and colonists, supposedly
taught Indigenous People how to shape stone or stack one stone on top of
another, hyper-diffusing all sorts of superior knowledge to this half of the planet.
The book “Manitou” by Mavor and Dix, recommended to me by Trudie Lamb Richmond
as a work that suggested that Native Americans did in fact build with stone in
this corner of the world, actually exposed me to these pseudoscientific
beliefs, still promoted strongly by many individuals. I still don’t fully understand
how anyone can take seriously all those people who still claim that Celtic
Monks (sometimes spelled as “Keltic”) or a “race” of red-haired giants or angels
are really responsible for any sort of “advanced ideas” these fictitious people
brought to the “savages” – before vanishing without a trace. Other than some “Dolmens”
and astronomically aligned structures made with liquid stone that could be poured
like concrete that honor Greek Gods in “Megalithic Montana” or “Ancient Vermont.”
It’s very different
now, sort of. I can livestream a report on a “site,” or access a video of a
presentation I missed. I can hear leaves and snow crunch under the footsteps of
someone making a video of some explorations up the side of a mountain hundreds
of miles away. I look at 3-D models of Stone Prayers and Serpent Effigies that
work on one electronic device but not on another, even if I don’t understand
why.
And yes, I can
photograph an interesting phenomenon of light that illuminates the eye of a
Serpent Effigy that’s part of a zigzag row of stones on my way back home from
the store and moments after my arrival home, I can post up the image and some
thoughts about it on the World Wide Internet and hear within minutes:
“It’s just a rock,”
or “That’s Ogham writing,” or “That’s a stockpile of stones a Yankee farmer
left there when he was plowing,” or “That’s Fred Flintstone’s house.”
Thankfully, these
days I’ll find that someone somewhere says: “This is something similar that I’ve
found,” with a spectacular photographic image of some incredibly beautiful
stonework…
Friday, March 24, 2023