“The library is a gathering pool of narratives and of the people who come to find them. It is where we can glimpse immortality; in the library, we can live forever.” ― S. Orlean, The Library Book
Last week I mentioned my Aerobin 400. This week I saw one in the wild. We are helping our youngest move from Brooklyn to Chicago this week. As part of the festivities we have been taking in a few of the big city's sights. Including a visit to the NY Botanical Gardens.
We're amateur amateurs when it comes to gardening, but in my wife's family tree there was a botanist who has a series of plants names after him. She figured this out when looking for old book prints and ran across the "escallonia" flowers. A little research found Antonio Escallon and, thanks to her mother's interest in genealogy, a match was made. He is Spanish and came to Colombia back in the 18th century. A 6th or 7th great-grandfather or something.
Since the gardens have millions of plants we looked for an escallonia in the wild. No luck. The exhibit took us to the library and we thought, why not ask a librarian?
Librarians are awesome.
The NYBG librarian went on a hunt. Why wasn't he in the database? He has a lot of plants named in his honor, where is he? She tried this spelling, that spelling, this database, that database. Eventually she found a footnote in a journal from a Harvard researcher giving an explanation.
His research boss took the credit.
Mother cusser!
My lovely bride and I studied history in college and this was a glorious way to spend an afternoon. A mystery being solved by an expert sleuth.
Now my wife is armed with all sorts of new information and may be able to get her great-great-great-great-great-great grandfather in the botanist database.
Moral of the story: librarians are a treasure.
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