Friday, December 25, 2015

Defining Our Terms

In my last post, I lament "ignorance [among Americans] about what the word 'historic' truly means." What does the word "historic" truly mean? As of 2000, the United States contained 17,380,053 pre-1939 residences. Which of these are historic? Which aren't? Does age alone render a building historic? Or is "historic" fitting for only those structures in which significant events — say, the birth or death of a president — transpired? One can continue with such questions ad infinitum.

Those who use inclusion on the National Register as a litmus test for determining "historicness" are correct in one sense — they recognize implicitly the shapelessness of the word. Perhaps historic buildings defy definition; perhaps one simply "knows," as a matter of instinct, which structures demand to be labeled as such.

But even professional historians and preservationists, it seems, disagree about what constitutes "historicness." In recent years, "mid-century modern" buildings and suburban "ranch" homes — most erected in the 1940s, 1950s, and 1960s — have received attention from such professionals. (In 2009, for example, AmeriCorps volunteers scoured Dayton and its suburbs for noteworthy modern buildings; the Ohio Historical Society labeled this project "Ohio Modern: Preserving Our Recent Past.") I wouldn't bother with such a survey, especially when scores of older, odder buildings remain unrecognized. I wouldn't call such structures "historic." Then again, my definition (1) is not their definition. This is the nub of the problem.

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Historic preservation is a discipline cursed with linguistic imprecision. During one scene in the film Log Cabins and Castles: Virginia Settlers in Ohio, Hubert Wilhelm (a now-retired professor of geography at Ohio University) describes a group of homes built in Ohio by Virginians. To them, he applies the familiar term "I-house":
[The two-story porch] was a standard addition to the basic 'I-house' — one room deep; two rooms up, and two down.
Elsewhere in the documentary, Wilhelm visits Albemarle County, Virginia, where he speaks with K. Edward Lay, professor emeritus at the University of Virginia School of Architecture. Lay remarks:
[This building is] different from the 'I-house,' for instance, in the sense that it looks like an 'I-house' — it's two stories, with those end chimneys and all — but it's only three bays wide, and there's a door in the middle [that] actually goes into a hall, and it's called a 'hall [and] parlor.'
Wilhelm's and Lay's definitions are muddled and mutually exclusive. If both are to be believed, the "I-house" is, in fact, a dwelling one room in depth, two rooms (and at least four bays) in width, and more than two rooms in width, (2) with chimneys placed at the gable ends. Nonsense, I say. Both Wilhelm and Lay define "I-house" much too narrowly (though I doubt whether any definition would suffice). Like "historic," "I-house," and similar classifications, are largely subjective. Yet professionals speak of them with certainty. Yes, the homes Virginians built tend to resemble one another in plan and proportions, but none of the carpenters who constructed these homes called their creations "I-houses." Nor, more than likely, did they perceive the similarities we notice. The term "I-house" is a modern invention, imposed with scientific confidence on a subject that may, in fact, defy classification. We can accept it as useful, but we cannot permit it to ossify our minds.

Perhaps this is why I admire the scholars of old; those architects and annalists who concerned themselves not with form, but with style. They didn't pretend to practice social science. They didn't hide behind a veil of empiricism. They acknowledged architectural history for what it is — a study of human creations, of art.

1) And what, exactly, is my definition? I must confess, I have none. When I visit a city to photograph its buildings, I don't "test" those buildings against a list of objective criteria, and document only those structures which pass my "test"; rather, I snap photos of whatever strikes me as interesting. Because I've spent (wasted?) so much time glancing at buildings, I believe my instinct is, for the most part, trustworthy. As Aristotle says, "[E]ach man judges well the things he knows, and of these he is a good judge."

"Historicness," as I understand it, is some combination of architectural beauty and rarity. Certain features, though, can be rare for many reasons. In some cases, those elements once most common — enclosed corner staircases, for instance — now seem scarce simply because their banality renders them less obviously worthy of preservation. We tend to praise the opulent, and overlook the humble.

2) In other words, Wilhelm regards some two-room-wide residences as "I-houses," while Lay does not.

Wednesday, December 23, 2015

Reflections on the Demolition of "Mudhouse Mansion"

This is a disheartening article.

Perhaps more depressing than the house's destruction — which I've long anticipated — are David Mast's apathy-exuding comments:
David Mast, the son of Jeane Mast, who owns Mudhouse Mansion along Mud House Road in Pleasant Township, sees the home as 'just a farmhouse,' and one he was never particularly fond of.
Mast told the uneventful stories of his experience in the home while it was being torn down Monday by Kull Excavating. 
'That house is not my cup of tea,' Mast said, adding that it would cost millions to make the house safe and livable. 
Mast said he’s never understood people’s draw to the home[.]
I dispute Mr. Mast's judgment. Surely, during his drives through the Ohio countryside, he has observed many farmhouses; that none quite resemble his farmhouse should indicate something about its significance.

But, alas, Mast's view predominates in contemporary America. Truly significant buildings are "just farmhouses." The great works of philosophy and literature are "just old books," and the thinkers who penned them are "just dead guys." Our culture has become terribly, terribly ahistorical, willing to fling away anything perceived as irrelevant. Americans ought to read about Chesterton's fence.

This passage, from another article about the demolition, also bothers me:
The Lancaster Historical Society said Monday that the structure was not a historical landmark. Even they were surprised by the outcry from the public.
Simply because a building is excluded from the National Register of Historic Places does not mean it lacks significance. The National Register is not an exhaustive listing of "historical landmarks," nor is every listed structure, frankly, noteworthy. The reasoning, "Building X isn't listed on the National Register (or a local register); therefore, building X isn't historic" — common among even self-proclaimed lovers of history — reveals an ignorance about the Register itself, and about what the word "historic" truly means.

I've encountered some individuals who decry the National Register as a violation of property rights. They ought to visit the program's website:
• National Register listing places no obligations on private property owners. There are no restrictions on the use, treatment, transfer, or disposition of private property. 
• National Register listing does not lead to public acquisition or require public access. 
• A property will not be listed if, for individual properties, the owner objects, or for districts, a majority of property owners object.
The National Register of Historic Places no more undermines property rights than does a library's local history section.

Friday, December 11, 2015

A Most Delightful Description

With the rise of the social sciences, architectural historians (and, for that matter, professionals in other fields) substituted accuracy and objectivity for creative or poetic description. New works of history, though hardly condescending, lack the vigor of their predecessors. I.T. Frary's Early Homes of Ohio is an excellent example of the "old" way of writing about architecture. In Chapter 6, for example, Frary observes:
A most curious illustration of the naïve manner in which the builder blithely rang the changes on staid classic details is to be found on a doorway near Medina (Plate 128). The crude pilasters on either side are built with entasis, but, apparently feeling the need for more tapering lines to satisfy the eye, the builder deliberately ran flutings which converge from the base, toward the capital, thus solving, for his mind at least, the problem of giving entasis and lightness of proportion to the shaft. 
But this genius did not stop there. He also introduced turned columns, with acorns at the top, on each side of the door and, surmounting each with one volute of an Ionic capital, he stretched that capital, in a triumphant flourish, completely across the doorway, making one capital to grow where two had always grown before.
The home in question stands near Seville, in Medina County, Ohio.

Plate 128, from Early Homes of Ohio. Scanned by Christopher Busta-Peck.