Thursday 11 November 2010

End of the fellowship

Six weeks in America and what has been achieved? I have come home laden with an 18th century brick from the Pamunkey river bed at Page's/Hanover Town (Donald HQ) and the bottom part of an 1760s century bottle from the same location. Sure the Donalds would have admired the brick - it is pretty and from the centre of the kiln so very shiny - and drunk from the bottle. Anything else to show for my trip?
I still can't believe how much of a paper trail one life can leave behind from the 18th century. Alexander Donald was just the son of a merchant from Glasgow, and was a merchant himself although not nearly as successful as his father. He never held high office - baillie of Glasgow was the peak of his career I suppose - yet so many documents and letters concerning him still exist.
From these it is possible to illustrate his life - and I know I have been through this over and over again - but it was quite an amazing life when you consider the times that he lived through and who he came into contact with. I knew about George Washington, Thomas Jefferson, George III and James Watt before I came out to America - but to hold the ledger of Patrick Henry full of references to Alexander was a very exciting discovery, which led on to my claim that Thomas Jefferson wrote to Alexander from Paris about the Constitution knowing he would give it to Patrick Henry who would use it against James Madison, which happened. Said it before - but I feel rather sorry for the revolutionary firebrand Patrick Henry - he seems rather ignored, and his father was from Aberdeen after all. Not sure why there seems to be such indifference towards him - I think he was a great catalyst for the Revolution. Whilst Jefferson wrote amazing things - you were hardly going to follow him into battle.
Letters and documents I have found in the US and of course in the UK also illustrate the highs and lows of Alexander's life and the different locations he lived in illustrate the exciting life he led  - remember he was the youngest of four and was orphaned by the age of 14 - and his elder sister died the following year. Not a good start to things. Presume he was born at Lyleston, then family moved to Geilston, Cardross; Glasgow; inheriting a fortune at 14; travelling across the Atlantic in a Donald ship many times; Hanover Town/Page's; jovial days with Jefferson; using his neighbour Patrick Henry as his lawyer; Court of St James to kiss the king's hand; Albermale; Williamsburg; Richmond, Virginia; weekending with Washington at Mount Vernon; lived in Paper Buildings,Temple and at Winchester Street whilst in London - here's his entry from the London directory - not sure which Robert Donald that was:

Hogmanay at King's Bench Prison in 1800 and stayed on for six months - here's the entry for that:
Coal mines in Nuneaton; brick making; trips to Boulton and Watt in Birmingham; dying at Haunchwood House; buried at Chilvers Cotton Church, Nuneaton. One idea I keep having is to have an illustrated life of Alexander Donald in the style of the Rake's Progress. They certainly visited similar places in London - although I admit 50 years or so apart from each other.
But these are just the bones of the story, his letters I discovered in America help bring the 18th century and indeed, Alexander, to life. Alexander writing to a mother back in Scotland about her boys' progress in America "I expect to be in Edinburgh about the middle of next month on my return to London, I will thank you to give me such directions as will enable me to find your house, as I am very anxious to pay my respects to the mother of such promising and discerning children." This was to Mrs Brown and we know how that was to end.
Alexander writing thank you letters and inviting people to stay: "I shall expect the pleasure of your company at my house when you come here - I have a bed at your service and you will I hope find yourself intirely at home - I beg my comps to your mother". Alexander always banging on about having people over for a glass of punch.
Alexander's health was something I never knew he suffered for until last week. One of his letters he says he will travel to Hanover Court and then on to Louisa Court - "if I am well". Then in a letter in the William Lee Letterbook, held in the Virginia Historical Society written to Alexander in 1786:
"I congratulate you on the happy success of your expedition to the springs and hope that your health is now so firmly established that you will not again be reduced to the necessity of making so disagreeable a Journey." 
Then really illustrating the Donald life in America - the ledgers which show what the Donalds were buying at the time. Here's a picture of Robert Donald's account with Captain William Dabney, taken in the Virginia Historical Society.
Mentioned in a previous blog, you can see the plaid hose in the middle of the list - on the same line as Robert's chaffing dish, what every gent should have on his travels. Loads more of these in the Rockefeller as well as the VHA.
So what do I think of Alexander? I have read enough of his letters etc. Bit of a snob and name dropper - .here's Alexander in a letter to Jefferson: "The wine you were so kind as spare me from your own stock, is very excellent. It is universally admired, and whenever it is produced (which is only on particular occasions) I am prompted either by my gratitude or vanity to declare from whence it came, and give me leave to add, that we never fail to take a toast to your health." 
Could be quite rude to his friends: "and tho you pass by my door frequently, yet I will behave more civilly to you" - which I think is quite a put down. Most of the time struggling to keep business afloat and not above stooping to quite sneaky tactics to get his way in business:
"Pray does not Mr William Duval owe you a good deal of money? I hope you will pardon me for asking the question, my reason for doing so is that a few days ago I heard him say he had received advices from England of his having recovered 14 or £15,000 - which he says he wants to draw for, it immediately struck me that this would be a proper time for you to urge him for payment if any money he may owe you." Little sneak. Alexander then volunteers to go round and get the money for Mr Jerdone.
The Jerdone family papers have lots of great material in them - my favourite is about the four chariot horses that Mr Jerdone ordered through Donald and  Burton from London. All ends up badly and Jerdone sues them for being so rubbish about their delivery - I think the clue that things hadn't gone so well are probably in the first line of Alexander's letter:
"About an hour after Mr Macaulay went from here yesterday the groom arrived with your three horses. They appear very strong, but in low order ... I inclose you the bill for the groom's maintenance alone for ten days, which is no less than the scandalous sum of £5.5 - I have given him a sever scold about it, grog and rum swells the account - one day it is four shillings. from this specimen of his sobriety I question much if he will answer you, indeed white servants do not suit this country and I do not apprehend that you are under any necessity of keeping him." 
Yet another case that drags on and on - at least six weeks between each message - loads of letters from Robert Burton in London explaining that they had booked a ship for passage and told the captain nothing else was to go into the hold, they hired a good "sober groom", but when he got to Gravesend, he found the stables he had built in the ship had been taken down and the ship was now full of earthenware, so he refused to go as it wasn't fair on the horses - hence I presume the drunk groom was hired. Every now and again letters from Alexander not really helping - trying to get the money in the gentlemanly way I wrote about in an earlier post: "by this intend to remind you of the balance you owe to Donald and Burton (which I am confident would have been paid long ago, had it been convenient to you.)"
My overall impression of Alexander at the moment is that he would have been very good company - especially at dinner - and as long as you didn't have to rely on him for anything, or he didn't want something from you which he would go on and on and on about, just like another Alexander Donald I happen to know when he wants something - he was a good friend to have. On the down side, don't really like the way that he was quite so vindictive towards the Browns by selling the land he had promised to them in Richmond in 1804 and he wasn't particularly nice to his son James Donald either in 1806:
“I give and bequeath my son James Donald who I now believe to be resident in the Island Jamaica the sum of five shillings. The undutiful behaviour of my said son James toward me is the reason why I have withheld from him an equal share of my property with my other children.” 
But the 1800s were not kind to Alexander - as stated above, not helped by spending Hogmanay in 1800 being admitted to prison - and things didn't really improve. He died in 1808.
However, to illustrate Alexander being a good friend, above is a picture taken in Virginia Historical Society last week and I am holding the letter from Thomas Jefferson written to Thomas Pinckney. The one in which he describes Alexander:
Th: Jefferson takes the liberty of presenting Mr. Pinkney the bearer hereof Alexander Donald esq. one of his youthful friends and found a constant one, even unto the end. He long resided in Virginia, is now established in London, and Th: Jefferson will be responsible to Mr. Pinkney that any esteem he may honor him with, will be worthily placed. 
Here is the letter itself, with Jefferson's signature:
I know I am running the risk of getting obsessed with hands across history and worshipping historical relics etc, but not a bad note to have from Thomas Jefferson, the author of these not insignificant lines:
"When in the Course of human events it becomes necessary for one people to dissolve the political bands which have connected them with another and to assume among the powers of the earth, the separate and equal station to which the Laws of Nature and of Nature's God entitle them, a decent respect to the opinions of mankind requires that they should declare the causes which impel them to the separation."
So Alexander can't have been all bad - and there it is, preserved for evermore in Richmond, Virginia having made the trip from Philadelphia to London and back to America again. Can't say enough how fantastic I think the libraries and centres are that I have visited are:

  • University of Virginia (UVA) special collections library - home of Capt. James Donald's book and a recipient's copy of a Jefferson to Alexander Donald; 
  • UVA also home to the great microfilm library that I spend many a happy hour locked in the basement - and where I found the Alexander Hamilton letters including the one from his father that talks about Mr Donald ; 
  • The Valentine in Richmond - where the Patrick Henry ledger books are kept and the document from the Mayor of London in 1804 about Alexander selling part of Richmond and finally severing all links with the Browns; 
  • The Rockefeller in Colonial Williamsburg - loads of Donald business material here; 
  • the Library of Virginia in Richmond - again loads of material in here, and home to the Colonial Project which covers the Donald Loyalist claims etc - and loads more to be uncoverred about Alexander in Richmond; 
  • the Swem Library at William and Mary College in Williamsburg - amazing collection of Alexander Donald original letters in here; 
  • the Jefferson library at Kenwood; 
  • And of course the Virginia Historical Society (VHS), where I am pictured above. Home to lots of "neat stuff" - and the letters from Robert Morris to Alexander Donald. 
Everyone I met on my research was so friendly and helpful and I can't thank them all enough.
The other part of my research which I have really enjoyed, but which I want to do a lot more on is learning about BAD - Benjamin Andrew Donald. Such a great opportunity to get into Fancy Farm where his father lived (and his mother was murdered!) and from this discovered some letters from him and his wife in the VHS collection. His wife's ones are mostly about health - but in his he is sharing fairly robust views on the future for ex slaves after the civil war. I think from these we can definitely confirm that he as the same BA Donald who put in a design for the confederate flag. Colin is in the Mitchell Library at the moment reading about BAD's second cousin - Colin Dunlop Donald (CDD1) - and his involvement with the West India Association after the end of slavery for the UK. Must also try and track down BAD's portrait.

That reminds me - must also chase up William and Mary College - left them a note when I was there about Alexander introducing Rev James Madison, their President - to Granville Sharp - the anti-slave campaigner in 1791. They are very interested about the college's involvement with slavery.
Another picture, taken on the same day last week as the one above - and yes, I did get good wear out of my tweed jacket - here I am paying my respects before I left America to Thomas Jefferson himself. Alexander couldn't make it to Monticello, otherwise detained at his majesty's pleasure, but there I am with "The Teej" as I heard one UVA student calling him.
Surely an excuse to put in that quote from Jefferson's last letter to Alexander again?
Come then, since you cannot have Monticello, and fix yourself along side of it, and let us take our soupe and wine together every day, and talk over the stories of our youth, and the tales of other times. We shall never see better. Only do not be too long in thinking yourself rich enough for retirement; otherwise we may both first make our great retirement to where there is neither soupe nor wine, and where we are told that neither moth nor rust doth corrupt. From this the lord preserve us both for many good years, and have us always in his holy keeping. 
Adieu. 


Regrets from the trip? That I never found a portrait of Alexander. I am sure his vanity would have led him to have one, actually, knowing him, many more, painted. We have portraits of his uncle, his father, his brother, his nephew - but where is his portrait? It must be there somewhere. Was hoping to find it over the fireplace at Monticello, probably dressed in a toga, as I bet he and Jefferson liked to dress up with their worship of all things classical, reliving their jovial days in Hanover Town. Didn't see it.
Also regret that never tracked down the missing letter from Alexander to Jefferson - the last letter he wrote to him - and the one that "closed" the correspondence. I went right to the top to try and find that - to Princeton, but they said unlikely I would ever find it. I still hold out hope though! Maybe there is a copy in Scotland that Alexander kept - we must get into the family attics and see what is there. We must have more about Alexander hidden away in boxes at home.
Wish I could have had more time in America of course - I am never happier than when in a library rummaging through a box of papers not knowing what I might find and so much more I could have looked through - but of course that regret is obviously offset with the knowledge that I have just had the most amazing opportunity and I am incredibly grateful to the ICJS for giving me the fellowship, and also incredibly grateful to my family for also giving me the chance to go off and do what I did. Very indulgent! And how fantastic that we were all able to get together in Virginia - here are the Donalds in November 2010 in America at Tufton Farm.
This however leads me on to my other great regret. That my father was not alive to be with us all in America and to be with us and to see what we had uncovered. He was the inspiration behind all this, and I only wish that he was here to share what we have found - he would have loved to have known all this. I know he visited Monticello over 30 years ago, but I wish he had been with us on this trip as well.
Adieu!

Back in the UK

Six weeks have come to an end and am now back in Dorset. Trip back to Dulles airport was not without incident - firstly managed to lock keys in the car outside Michie's Tavern near Monticello. Fortunately Mr McDougall was on hand who was able to get into to the car for me. His family comes from Scotland. Then was driving through Gordonsville which has the only roundabout I had seen in 4,000 miles of driving in America. Told Kristy that American's don't know how to use roundabouts as they have so little experience as I looked, saw nothing coming and drove straight across the roundabout. Suddenly blue flashing lights behind me, so pulled over to let the police car overtake and carry on his important business of police work and catching real criminals - but instead he parked directly behind me.
Watching too many American films left me in a dilemma. Did I get out and put my hands on the bonnet and spread my legs? Put my hands where he could see them on the steering wheel? Get out the car into the road and go down on my hands and knees and put my hands on my head? Think I watch the wrong type of films - actually what you do is just sit in the car apparently as I found out after I had went and stood next to the police car for a bit. Officer got out and asked me if I was in a hurry. Despite the fact that it took sometime to break into the car at Michie's, decided that it was probably not best to focus on the fact that yes, I was actually in a hurry come to mention it, as I had a plane to catch, so instead said, no, no, sir, just passing through.
He then asked for all my registration documents etc, which fortunately I found in the glove compartment and he told me to go and sit in my car whilst he went and sat in his. Children very excited. After what seemed like an age, but was probably a few minutes, he came back and said that it was my lucky day and handed back my documents. Great relief.
Nearing Washington, in the pouring rain, a huge motorcade went by on the other side. Hundreds of police bike outriders, buses, police cars etc. If it wasn't the President's, I can't imagine whose it was.
This was taken just as we were leaving Kenwood - that's the library in the background. The weather reflected my mood at leaving.

Wednesday 3 November 2010

American weekend

Always wanted to make sure that if the children came out at the end of my fellowship that they were given the full experience of being in America. You could happily spend a lot of time in Virginia and not realise you had left home - so wanted to make sure they realised that this was not Dorset. Took Alexander to an American football game on Saturday - UVA against Miami. Ale who we saw on Friday at Hanover Town was incredibly generous and gave us two tickets.
Annoyingly didn't have my good camera with me so these are from my phone. The marching band at half time did a tribute to Star Wars and not sure if you can make it out - but they marched into the shape of Darth Vader's helmet. You don't get that at North Dorset rugby club - or a chap on a horse brandishing aCavalier's sword at the start of the game when UVA came onto the pitch.

We sat looking very bemused for the first quarter, but then really got into it and didn't leave until the pitch invasion after the end of the game as UVA won a fantastic victory. Go the Hoos! Certainly the devotion to your university is different from at home - everyone sitting around us had been at UVA and the gentleman I sat next to said it was all part of the alumni network. British universities I know keep trying to whip up the same dedication - but not sure if they will ever make these levels.
Sunday took everyone for a walk in the hills - managed to get quite lost in the woods, but found part of the Appalachian trail. I can see now why Bill Bryson's book was called A Walk in the Woods - there really is very little else to see except trees. No birds, bears or even wolves to be seen - ps on that - it has been confirmed that the noise I hear at night is indeed coyotes howling. They really do sound spooky.
Speaking of spooky, Sunday was also Halloween. Here we are at the lawn of UVA, having rushed there from the Blue Ridge Parkway - sure this is exactly what Jefferson had in mind when he designed the lawn and the Academic villas around it.
 The lawn was a bit of a scrum to be honest, so we were lucky enough to have been invited trick or treating with Max and his family - I had met Max with Peter Onuf. This was trick or treating as we see in the films and was great fun - all the houses in the neighbourhood were decorated for Halloween and we went around with this motley crew. Fierce or what? And yes, that is a real werewolf just next to Harry Potter!

Constant Friend

Another highlight of the Virginia Historical Society was to find the letter of introduction, written by Thomas Jefferson, introducing Thomas Pinckney to Alexander Donald in 1792. I have read the text before, but never seen - or of course held - the original before. Colin was with me, so I am afraid we did take pictures of me holding the letter, which I will add on later.
Th: Jefferson takes the liberty of presenting Mr. Pinkney the bearer hereof Alexander Donald esq. one of his youthful friends and found a constant one, even unto the end. He long resided in Virginia, is now established in London, and Th: Jefferson will be responsible to Mr. Pinkney that any esteem he may honor him with, will be worthily placed. 
I have always loved this letter - as it seems such a genuinely warm letter of introduction and it showed that Alexander was more than just a business associate of Jefferson's and that their friendship was long standing. Jefferson enclosed a copy of this in a letter he sent to Alexander, in which he also wrote:
He is a good man to whom it is addressed, and he is himself the bearer of it.
Alexander was not in London when the letter arrived, but was in Glasgow, so replied:
I had much pleasure in receiving your letter of the 8th. June, and I beg you will accept of my thanks for the warm and Friendly introduction to Mr. Pinckney. I shall certainly wait upon that Gentleman as soon as I return to London. 
Thomas Pinkney was the Minister Plenipotentiary to the Court of St James - or US Ambassador. Although born in South Carolina, he was educated at Westminster and Oxford, and then a stint at the French Military Academy at Caen. Returned to the America in 1774. Distinguished military record during the Revolutionary War, although captured by the British at the Battle of Camden in 1780. Released on prisoner exchange and in 1781 fought under Lafayette in Virginia. Here is the dashing captain.
Ended up standing with John Adams against Jefferson in the Presidential election.

Plaid hose

Spent part of Tuesday in Richmond in the Virginia Historical Society, which is a fantastic place and very good to go back there as it was one of the first places I visited at the start of the trip which was only a few weeks ago, but seems like much longer. Loads more to be found there - including the account book of William Dabney - who ran his business next to Page's or Hanover Town. There is a Dabney's Mill just over the river from there.
Robert Donald had a huge account with him - the first entry I noticed from him was for two beavers - which was obviously not the real life thing - but I presume beaver skin hats. Then found pages and pages of what Robert Donald was buying in the 1750s in America to make his stay in the colonies more comfortable - loads of silk hankies, nutmeg, ink powder, buttons of all descriptions, yards and yards of cloth - and in 1753 what any Scot abroad should not be seen without, some plaid hose. From a quick google, I see that George Washington, visitor to Robert Donald's house at this exactly time, that he ordered plaid hose in 1765. Can we claim responsibility for that? Actually, disappointingly, I see that plaid hose, despite their name, may not have been patterned.
However, here is the portrait of Robert Donald again - obviously quite a dandy - and this is backed up by all his shopping requirements.

You can see why he needed to order buttons all the time.
When Robert left America in 1758 with Dinwiddie and his family, he went back to Glasgow and threw himself into local affairs - rising to Provost of Glasgow. Here are some Victorian reports on Robert Donald:
“Robert Donald of Mountblow was Lord Provost in the disastrous years of 1776 and 1777, when the revolt of the American colonies brought so much misery and ruin on the trade of Glasgow. By the promptitude and forethought of the worthy Provost and his associates in office, much was done to alleviate the general distress. He was unwearied in his endeavours at the time times to procure some mitigation of the crisis, the pressure of which was greatly intensified by the restrictions of the Corn Laws.”
However, the Victorians also made the point that it wasn't all work, work, work - there was time for the jolly fellows to head out for some punch etc:
“Glasgow, 26 January, 1778 - A procession was made by the magistrates, in their formalities, with the city colours, drums, fifes and pipes – young gentlemen of the city acting as drummers, fifers etc, followed by the town clerks, the council, and the deacons of the trades and closed with the Cap Club – their sovereign in his regalia on his head. The company dined at the Saracen Head [an inn in the city’s Gallowgate]; and in the evening (after a good libation of punch) made a second procession with flambeaux, bonfires, illuminations and ringing of bells etc. What a set of jolly fellows in those days our magistrates and other officials have been – their names ought to be handed down to posterity. Here they are: Provost Robert Donald….etc”
As we now know, it wasn't to end well for Robert. His debtors all met in a vintners in Glasgow in 1787 to discuss the fact that Robert was bankrupt. However, they very kindly made sure that he wasn't left out in the cold - and he was given a job overseeing the dredging of the Clyde. 
History does not relate what happened to his beaver hats. They would have cut a dash in Glasgow.