New Harmony was founded in 1814. The Harmonists stayed until 1824 and then sold the town to Robert Owens, a Scottish industrialist who filled the town with scientists and forward-thinking social experimenters. Women could own property and wore the same peasant-style pants and blouse as the men. The schools they ran according to Pestalozzian methods, which struck a chord with me because my parents live on Pestalozzi Street! He was a forerunner of Montessori, influencing Froebel and then with him, Susan Blow. Kindergarten was taught at New Harmony, and the first free public library in Indiana (the Working Man's Institute) was established. Scientists surveyed the animals and plants and geology of the area. Some went on to help found the Smithsonian. The Owens group left New Harmony in a trickle--not all at once like the Harmonists--and the after effects were still visible into the 1860s.
Now it is a small town. Luckily, an oil baron's daughter married into the Owens clan and decided that philanthropy fit her well, and she saved many of the buildings. But she also brought in modern sculptors to create public religious art. There are two labyrinths in town--one is Harmonist and one is based on the Chartes Cathedral labyrinth. The town has a tiny main street with a great ice cream shop. Everyone in town rides around on golf carts.
I loved it. Bix did too. And our kids? They were oddly agreeable and peaceful. It was lovely. Pictures follow.
This is a Harmonist Sundial. Below, the Harmonist cemetery. Note there are no headstones. Equal in life, equal in death. But once the Owen community started to drift apart, Harmonists traveled back to Indiana, dismantled their huge brick church, and built a wall around the cemetery. There are also pre-columbian mounds inside the cemetery. It's eerily peaceful and lovely in its simplicity.
Below, a Harmonist house. They were all 2 stories and an attic, measuring 20x30. Some were wood, some brick. They were lovely.
In yet another public garden was this sign: "raise the stone and you shall find me, split the wood and I am there." Ooh.
And kids: look at them over there by a fountain. That was the 4th fountain they hung out at together.
A little gospel of thomas...ReplyDelete
O MY GOODNESS I just looked it up. How very strange and creepy! (Raise the stone and you shall find me split the wood and I am there)Delete
It is solved by walking. I love that. Sounds like a really lovely and interesting little town. (And any town with good ice cream must be good!)ReplyDelete
The modern cemetery in my home town has gravestones that are all the same. (Perhaps for the same reason?) The only variations are what is written and any decoration on them. One of our former Prime Ministers is buried there, and his gravestone is no different from that of my uncles and grandparents who are there.
This was fascinating (and great photos). It is solved by walking—always good advice. Mali's note on cemetery also interesting and I'd suspect for same reasons.ReplyDelete
You're a wonderful teller of stories.
The gospel of Thomas is my favorite. It means so much to me. I think it describes church the way it should be and highlights how far the catholic has gone wrong.ReplyDelete
But I could talk about that forever!