By Ruth M. Underhill, Chip Colwell, Stephen E. Nash
In brutally sincere phrases, Underhill describes her asymmetric passage via lifestyles, starting with a searing portrait of the Victorian restraints on ladies and her fight to wreck loose from her Quaker family’s privileged yet tightly laced keep watch over. Tenderly and with humor she describes her transformation from a suffering “sweet lady” to spouse after which divorcée. Professionally she grew to become a welfare employee, a novelist, a annoyed bureaucrat on the Bureau of Indian Affairs, a professor on the collage of Denver, and at last an anthropologist of distinction.
Her witty memoir finds the creativity and tenacity that driven the boundaries of ethnography, rather via her specialise in the lives of ladies, for whom she served as a task version, coming into a operating retirement that lasted till she used to be approximately a hundred and one years old.
No citation serves to specific Ruth Underhill’s adventurous view greater than a line from her personal poetry: “Life isn't paid for. lifestyles is lived. Now come.”
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In a sense Underhill’s memoir and interviews late in her life were a kind of myth making, a search for all of the first signs of what she would later become. And yet so many of her early experiences did unquestionably prepare her for anthropology. From a young age, for instance, Underhill claimed a love for the sounds and scents of the church, the poetry of religion. In parallel, her later work among Native peoples was for Underhill a sensual experience—one of the senses as much as one of the mind.
The girlhood end of that bridge is, to my young friends of today, almost unbelievable. “You drove a chestnut horse? And called your boyfriends ‘Mister’? ” The young people who ask that might be trying to envisage the period of the French and Indian War. But it was only the years around 1900. Yes, how American life has changed! Then again I changed, and often. For I did not start, like you lucky ones, with a career and a goal in mind, not even the goal of marriage, for nice girls did not know whether they would be asked or not.
Again, that pang, remotely resembling dyspepsia. * Now I stumbled. How did those gates look? Surely not the white picket fences of our town! As I imagined them, made of some strange wood and all studded with brass, we rose to sing. Then we streamed upstairs into the big church, scented with Easter lilies. Mother was in our pew in her gray satin dress, her white gloves, and the hat with gray ostrich plumes. Father always came late because he talked with other men in the vestibule. He looked magnificent as he ambled down the aisle, with his frock coat and all the closely clipped black hair that was a moustache and a round beard, just the shape of his chin.