Without a Story it is All Just "Stuff"!

by Karen Osburn, Archivist

I think I have written before that I am a collector.  I am interested in many things, try out many crafts (with varying degrees of success), read lots of books and am constantly curious.  I love working in museums because they not only provide me with gainful employment, they provide me with the opportunity to learn about and work with other peoples “stuff”.

What is “stuff”? I looked up the word in the Merriam-Webster dictionary to get a complete definition; here is the Full Definition of STUFF:

1:  materials, supplies, or equipment used in various activities: as An obsolete:  military baggage

b :  personal property

2:  material to be manufactured, wrought, or used in construction <clear half-inch pine stuff — Emily Holt>

3:  a finished textile suitable for clothing; especially :  wool or worsted material

4a :  literary or artistic production

b :  writing, discourse, talk, or ideas of little value :  trash

5a :  an unspecified material substance or aggregate of matter <volcanic rock is curious stuff>

b :  something (as a drug or food) consumed or introduced into the body by humans

c :  a matter to be considered <the truth was heady stuff> <long-term policy stuff>

d :  a group or scattering of miscellaneous objects or articles <pick that stuff up off the floor>; also :  nonphysical unspecified material <conservation and…all kinds of good stuff — Eric Korn>

6a :  fundamental material :  substance <the stuff of greatness>

b :  subject matter <a teacher who knows her stuff>

7:  special knowledge or capability <showing their stuff>

8a :  spin imparted to a thrown or hit ball to make it curve or change course

b :  the movement of a baseball pitch out of its apparent line of flight :  the liveliness of a pitch <greatest pitcher of my time…had tremendous stuff — Ted Williams>

9:  dunk shot

— stuff·less adjective

As you can see, “stuff” has as many meanings as it has forms. For the sake of this blog post I will just refer to two or three dimensional, inanimate materials that take up space in our lives, mostly my life. 

Just "stuff."

My own house is filled with “stuff”, figurines of animals, stuffed bears, model horses, lots of books, and the materials needed to do several different crafts.  I also like to cook so my house is filled with unusual bake ware, odd dishes, ceramics, and ingredients.  I could go on, but I am sure you get the idea.  My life at home is filled with “stuff” and my life at work is filled with “stuff”.  At the museum I have 50,000 photos, numerous books, some art work, manuscripts, maps, family collections, business collections, religious collections and information on the city of Geneva.  At work the majority of my collections are two dimensional, the majority being paper or film.  The 3-D collections fall under the expert care of our curator, John Marks.

Everywhere I turn there is “stuff”.  So what is the point I am trying to make here?  All of these wonderful collections are invaluable, but I don’t mean in a monetary way.  Of course some items are valuable in a material way, but almost all of the things that fill my office, fall under my care in the museum, or collect dust in my home are valuable for the information they contain, the sentimental value or attachment they hold, or what their existence tells us about the people who once owned them.

Valuable "stuff" - Clio wishes for fish.

For example, in the archive at the Geneva Historical Society we have a many photograph albums.  Most of these albums are of local people living their lives in and around the City of Geneva.  Albums like these are history.  In context they tell the visual story of a family, their friends, and their pets in a place that is common and familiar to those of us who live in Geneva.  However, a small minority of these albums are filled with images of unknown places and unknown people.  They have no context for us to place them in so we guess at the dates, guess at the places and make judgments on the images because we have no way of knowing the truth about them.  The first albums are valuable historic documents; the second albums are interesting, but not as valuable and are more likely to be considered “stuff”.

As I look around my office I see a good example of “stuff”, a dream catcher.  Now I have a dream catcher at home that was made for me by a very good friend and given to me for Christmas.  It has sentimental value, it is unique, it was made just for me, and it tells me something about my friend and her ability and knowledge.  It is valuable “stuff”.  The dream catcher in my office was a promotion from a Native American group wanting a donation.  It is not unique, it is not carefully crafted, and it has no meaning for me except to remind me that someone was looking for money from me.  As far as I am concerned it is just stuff.

Just "stuff" - V-E Day in Paris, 1945

The difference between plain “stuff” and valuable “stuff” is not so much about what it is made of, but does it have a story behind it?  Items with history tell stories and become much more than “stuff”, generic items with no provenance are less valuable no matter what they are made of and fall into the realm of just “stuff”. 

Just to see if this idea of “stuff” makes sense to you, see which category “valuable stuff” or “just stuff” you would put the following items in:

1.)    Red Fruit of the Loom T-Shirt you have worn for 2 years; Crosby, Still, and Nash Concert T-shirt from an event you attended at CMAC; Land’s End T-Shirt bought in the Land’s End Store in Maine while on vacation in 2001.

2.)   Christmas card from your first Christmas; Christmas card from an acquaintance; handmade Christmas card from a good friend.

3.)    Small dog figurine purchased when you were 10 at you first trip to Niagara Falls;  a dog figurine you bought for 10ȼ at a garage sale; a ceramic sculpture of your first dog handcrafted by a local artist.

Valuable "stuff" - Walt Doupagne (my dad) in Paris on V-E Day

Sometimes it isn’t very easy to decide is it?  These are choices we all face whether you are in the museum field or deciding which of the 263 flower figurines of your deceased aunt’s to keep.  In the end it is all just stuff, the deciding factor is the story behind each piece.  If you have an interesting story to go with a photo, book, sculpture or any object please think about writing it down and keeping it with the item so it doesn’t get thrown away for being “just stuff.”

"Kid" Collectors

By Karen Osburn, Archivist and City Historian

A lot of things have brought childhood to my attention lately.  My friends have made me an “Honorary Aunt” several times and I find myself spending enjoyable time shopping in toy stores and book stores looking for the perfect gift for small friends.  I am not a woman who can’t wait to purchase that perfect little dress or cute little baseball uniform to dress the new niece or nephew in, but I am the person who can be counted on to purchase charming stuffed animals, favorite children's books, building blocks, puzzles, crayons, art supplies and (shudder) things that allow children to make their own noise!  You know drums, tambourines, whistles, harmonicas and xylophones.  I am not the aunt who purchases toys that need batteries or power supplies, toys that say “moo”, “neigh”, “meow” or that do the exploration for my young discoverers.  No, I am the aunt that grew up with books, many physical collections, and a real back yard swing set and teeter- tauter.  I am the aunt who discovers and collects!  Just ask my niece, Alicia, if you ever meet her.

Part of the joy of being a child, for me, was reading books that took me to many imaginary places filled with wondrous sights and sounds.  I could spend an entire rainy day solving a mystery with Trixie Belden, or on the back of a Black Stallion with Alex Ramsey, or being in a sunlit forest with Bambi, or even a space ship created by Robert Heinlein.  I loved books and started to ask “Santa” for them as soon as I could write my own letters to him.  I found out early that when you ask for books Santa is much less likely to bring you socks and underwear for Christmas.  I guess Santa is a fan of reading.  One of the many things I collected as a child was books.

It didn’t stop with books though.  We had a cottage on Lake Ontario when I was a child and walking the shoreline led to collections of interesting stones, interesting driftwood and colorful collections of “lake glass”.  My fate was sealed.  I would become a collector.

I also collected stuffed animals.  I will confess immediately to being an animal lover from my very first memories.  If it had fur, I loved it.  Of course many of my parent’s friends encouraged me with stuffed dogs, cats and mice, but my first love was bears!  My parents encouraged toilet training with the irresistible reward of a bear.  Bears came home with my father from hunting camp; he said he found them hiding in trees begging to come home and eat cookies with me. Very large carnival bears came from my teenage cousin who managed to win them at games of skill (he must have been between girlfriends that year).  Then, of course, there were the dogs that came home in lunch pails and stuffed rabbits at Easter. 

I am sure you see where this is going.  As a child I not only had a book collection and collections of interesting lake debris, but a stuffed animal collection.

These collections were quickly followed by a new love….HORSES!  How could I read the Black Stallion and not love horses?  I received my first model horse for “being good” when I got my tonsils out.  It was a Hartland black and white pinto with Cochise as the rider.  Cochise was kept in pristine condition, untouched, while I played with his horse so often and so intently that I broke the poor thing’s front leg off.  My father fixed the leg and we embarked on a journey of fix, rebreak and repeat, fix, rebreak and repeat that continued until the small equine figure vanished.  It was about this time I discovered Breyer Horses.  A company now in business more than 50 years, they made beautiful “plastic” horses.  My first Breyers were and appaloosa mare and foal followed, as rapidly as I could manage, by others.  My parents were not as enthused with this collection.  It required dusting and took up space, something at a premium in our small house so they were more than a bit discouraging every time I tried to add another horse to the “stable”, but lucky for me my mother’s friend “Grandma Roberts” sent me horses for every birthday and Christmas holiday.  I keep and treasure those horses today.

Anyway, fast forward to this moment.  Do I still collect?  Of course!  I am an archivist and a museum worker by avocation and inclination!  I still collect books today, some of which remain from my childhood; and bears, stuffed, carved and painted create a diorama on my 2^nd floor landing; Breyer Horses fill shelf after shelf in my home jostling agreeably for shelf space with my books ; of course there is Native American pottery, rugs and baskets; then there are fossils; interesting shells and stones; and finally (I can’t be too sure about that though) beads with which I create items I hope others will want to add to their collections of jewelry. 

By now you might be wondering what the point of this article is.  My “Kid Collections” led me to a career, a lifetime of learning and discovery, helped me form friendships with people in various walks of life I may not have otherwise met, and given me endless hours of fascination.  I support encouraging children develop interests and hobbies that lead them to curiosity, creativity and inspire lifelong learning.  Collections can lead to research, discovery and inspiration that will at least make life more satisfying even if it doesn’t make one materially rich.  This may sound obvious, yet everyday legislators, tax payers, and bureaucrats question the value of informal education.  Just think how desolate life might be without libraries, museums and the arts.  Think of the topics that fascinate you and where you might go to learn about them if we didn’t have institutions that are a part of the informal education network.  Imagine saying, “I’m bored, there is NOTHING to do” because there is nothing to do!  Help a child start a collection today!