From Ike to Camelot

After my trip to Abilene in June, Boston and the JFK Library was next on my list. All in all the JFK Library was one of the easiest-to-use archives I been to, and with a location on Columbia Point, overlooking the Bay, it was certainly one of the prettiest. (Since my visit coincided with Ted Kennedy's death, it was also quite a humbling time to be there...I'm not going to detail about my experiences navigating the archives around the wake, but I will say that I was interesting to be a part of everything that was going on.)

I'd like to say that the JFK Library is pretty far from downtown, and it is, but after having to drive 2 1/2 hours from Kansas City to get to the Eisenhower Library, the 50 minute commute from Cambridge wasn't bad at all. Logistically, from the JFK/UMass stop on the T Red Line, you hop on Bus #2 (free), which takes you on a nice tour of Columbia Point, ending in front of the Library. The building itself overlooks the Bay with stories-high glass windows, very modernist / minimalist...the view from the reading room is spectacular. The archives themselves are not marked, so to get to them you have to walk through the gift shop to the lone security guard, who takes your name, and escorts you to an elevator, which then takes you to the reading room. Once you know where you are going it is fairly easy, but at first it is quite confusing.

In terms of the archives themselves, the staff is incredibly knowledgeable, and really laid-back - after the brief orientation, they basically leave you alone, though they are always ready to answer any research related questions. The reading room is also one of the more high-tech I've seen, with wireless internet access, and digital locks for their lockers. There are also bathrooms and a water fountain inside the reading room (albeit away from the records,) and I cannot tell you how clutch it is to have those two things there, rather than having to leave the research space, as in most other archives I've been to.

There are a few downsides to the library - for one, not all of the finding aides are digitized and online. They have paper copies of everything in the reading room itself, but I find it much easier to be able to keyword search through the aides. More importantly though, parts of certain collections (or entire other collections,) such as the RFK Attorney General papers, are still closed, for one reason or another. While I understand that there are donor restrictions and other such issues, it is frustrating to know that there are potentially useful materials sitting in the library that I just cannot access.

I did find some really useful documents, and hopefully in a future post I'll go through some of them...For now, I am headed back to DC!

The Weird Stuff We Archive

Let's have a friendly little competition for who can find the weirdest archived object this year. I'll start - samples of human hair from around the globe.

Yes. You read that correctly, single strands of hair. Clearly labeled, for your researching convenience.

Good luck topping that one, guys.

A Hired Historian (or) Other People's Archives

I couldn't be more excited to be back in Washington D.C. The city, though somewhat familiar, still a lot of surprises. When Emily and I arrived at the Mall a few minutes before an appointment, we stopped at the National Museum of Natural History and looked at a Giant Squid specimen. Later that afternoon I was flipping through the Andrew Jackson Papers at the Library of Congress. How many people do you think have done those two things in an afternoon? Later that day I skipped the gym and sat around eating popcorn to celebrate my accomplishments.

My first couple of days of research in Washington are on behalf of another historian, currently living in California. This makes me feel a bit like a hired hit-man, except with less killing and more historical documents. At the very least, it serves as a nice warm-up for my own work, which I hope to start next week.

Working in unfamiliar archives can be an adventure. Rules vary from archive to archive - but regulations tend to trend in a particular directions. When I started working in archives only a few years ago, people looked at me like I was from Pluto when I asked if I could use a camera to photograph documents. Now, both the Library of Congress and the National Archives ask visiting researchers if they have a camera with them to photograph documents. Some archives allow you to take a box of documents off of your cart, others ask that you only remove a folder at a time. But these are mostly inconsequential differences.

Another challenge of being a hired historian is that you can't really explain to archivists the nature of the project. Explaining my own dissertation to a willing audience is no problem (I say 'willing' because I have, admittedly, been guilty of waxing poetic about my research to audiences that would rather discuss - say - earthworms). But explaining someone else's research as it progresses can be more of a challenge. In this case, I was looking for documents related to military history - which isn't exactly my specialty.

And to make my inadequacy, my father sent me an e-mail this evening about a research trip he did on my behalf in Minnesota. The man stopped at a historical society and read newspapers in GERMAN because he thought he might be able to find some more information on an incident that is of interest to me. And you know what? The man absolutely nailed it. He found an article on microfilm, can I just say this again, in GERMAN. This dude took his last German class in the 1960s and the man walks into a research library and reads Gothic print Deutsche in his free time.

An archive starts to feel like home when you begin to know the people. You run into the same researchers day after day. You get to know the archivists. The nerdy intern requests to be your friend on facebook. You suggest a book to another historian, you goof off with the archivists, and if you're really nice, the interns will let you play soccer with them.

Sure, it is was an experience working with documents at two of the largest research centers in the world. I look forward to when my own research takes me there. But for now, I find the experience of working in smaller archives to be more satisfying on a personal level. Intellectually, I'd argue that working in small archives has made me a stronger historian. I certainly wouldn't argue that archivists at major institutions aren't helpful - quite the contrary, they are often well-trained and extremely helpful. When you're a familiar face, however, archivists tend to go out of their way to make sure you get what you need.

It seems as though every year I need to re-teach myself how to read handwriting from the 19th century. Despite the fact that it is the same language that I pretend to speak everyday, it feels like I'm working on a foreign tongue. And it doesn't even come with those fun Rosetta Stone practice games.

There is both a certain level of excitement and a level of trepidation in moving to a new place and starting a new job. This is certainly true in my case, anyway. I'm pining for a return to my archival home at the Smithsonian.