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These stories and ideas on life all threaten to fade if not penned down. Even so, to put my thoughts in pen is to share them, and send them off in the wind.

Tuesday, September 12, 2017

Summer Sojourns, Part 2: 6 Ways England is Different from America




America and England are two very different places. In some ways, the differences are less noticeable than with other countries. We have the same language (for the most part), the same modern technology, even some of the same fast food chains. (For example, I saw 6 Starbucks in London within a 15 minute walk, and a KFC in Oxford city centre.) Even so, the two cultures are very unique, and so here are a few of the main differences I noticed.

1: Bikes and Buses - I was in Oxford for 5 weeks and didn't have to drive at all (it was glorious!). There were bike paths and lanes everywhere you went, and bike racks on almost every street. For those who don't like biking, buses were always an option, available not only within the city, but also to places like London and Bath. Basically, if I lived in Oxford, I would never drive again.

2: Store hours - Stores closed much earlier than in America. Most shops closed around 4 or 5, and rarely opened before 9. One of the girls I was with tried to get an early start to her day and went for coffee at 8. The only place she could find open was a Starbucks in one of the college buildings. And there were no 24 hour stores that I saw.

3: Ice - Ice is not a thing in England (or many other places in Europe). Doesn't matter what you ask for, restaurants just aren't in the habit of giving you ice. Once, one of my friends asked specifically for ice in her water, and the waiter gave her one cube. So before going to England, get used to less cold drinks.

4: Polite vs. Friendly - Something interesting about British culture is that everyone is polite. When I turned a corner and found myself biking on the wrong side of the road, I was yelled at twice, and both times the person shouting referred to me as "ma'am". Yet, people aren't very friendly for the most part. Whenever I would walk down the street, I noticed that people don't make eye contact, and even when they do, there would be no nod or wave of acknowledgement. If I said good morning to a stranger or smiled in greeting, the response would be kind but rather confused.

5: Language - British has a very different vocabulary than American. Some of my favorite differences are:
a) Garden = Instead of yards, everyone has a 'garden', which I think is lovely.
b) Pudding= All dessert is pudding, even if it isn't pudding. (Which made me think of Americans who call all soda 'coke'.)
c) Take-away= You don't get to-go containers for your food, you get take-aways. (I once asked a waitress for a to-go box for my fries and received a very lost stare. Chips and take-aways, chips and take-aways.)

6: Tea- Tea in Oxford is a much bigger deal than coffee, which made my day every day.  Everywhere I went, I could get hot tea, and they would often bring it in my own personal tea pot with my cup and creamer. Also, sugar cubes are amazing, just saying.
           - On a side note, iced tea is not very common, and when I did get iced tea, it was rarely sweet. I did see lemonade a good bit though.

So  there you have it, 6 of my favorite quirks of England. What are some of your favorite cultural differences?

Sunday, September 3, 2017

Summer Sojourns Part 1: Oxford, A Culture of Preservation

Oxford City Centre

A people without the knowledge of their past history, origin and culture is like a tree without roots. -Marcus Garvey

Have you ever had the opportunity to step into a new culture and discover something about yourself? This summer I  was able to travel and spend 6 weeks discovering myself in two different countries and five different cities/towns. My journey began in Oxford, a city full of history and learning, a city characterized by a culture of preservation.


Walking down cobblestone sidewalks, one's eyes are constantly drawn upward to admire the beautiful stonework covering the walls nearby. Each building is brushed with hues of grey, white, and yellow, the aged stones looking as though someone painted them in watercolors. Put simply, the city is gorgeous. Part of its wonder lies in the history encased in ever street you walked down. Almost every mall, fast food restaurant, and tea shop is housed in buildings hundred of years old. The modern is blended perfectly with the past.


Oxford's Natural History Museum

The Glass Roof And Metal Arches of the Museum
In city center, there are at least three museums, each one free to the public. The first one I found was the Natural History Museum. You step inside and are struck by the high iron-work ceilings, and glass windows in the roof, with dinosaur skeletons stretching toward them.

The metal columns rest on stone bases, which rest on stone floors. As you walk through the aisles of cases displaying birds and reptiles, you almost can't pay attention to the objects before you. The building itself holds too much interest, tells too much of a story in its deliberate blend of old and new. This is intentional, my professor explains to me, to show how the new, modern ideas of science, rest on the foundations of the past.

Then  there was on the Ashmolean museum. The building is four or five levels of artifacts upon artifacts, from almost every culture. Egyptian statues and Greek vases, a whole room of Chinese brush-paintings, and another filled with rows and rows of English china--I spent two hours wandering through and still couldn't see everything, even though I began to spend less and less time with each section. The sheer amount of information available was incredible.



Perhaps just as interesting, in the theme of history, are the churches scattered throughout the city, many still being used for the same purpose they had hundreds of years ago. Some sanctuaries were so ornate that you walk in and are immediately overtaken by the color and carvings and stained glass windows that fill every inch of the room. Other churches you walk in and are touched by the simple beauty of white stones and gently sloping archways and the sheer space of the room. Each church told a story, about the values and beliefs of the people who attended services there, about how they worshiped, and how they viewed God.

The Rad Cam
My favorite set of buildings, though, and maybe the best testament of Oxford's culture of preservation, are the libraries. The Bodleian library is actually a system of buildings and offsite storage areas (one of which is an old salt mine) filled with millions of books.  The core buildings in Oxford city center consist of the Radcliffe Camera (affectionately called the Rad Cam), the Upper and Lower Reading rooms, and the Gladstone Link, which is an underground tunnel, with two levels full of books, connecting the Bodleian reading rooms and the Camera

The purpose of this library system is first and foremost as a scholarly collection, to gather and preserve the books. This means that while you can go in and access materials, you can't check any of them out. It's like the whole library is the reference section; you can go use the books, you just can't leave with them. Which made it an incredible place to study, honestly. The buildings themselves were again amazing, paintings along the edge of the ceilings, stone staircases and metal spiral staircases, and windows overlooking Oxford. There were rows and rows of desks with people coming and going. Sitting in those libraries, you realized what a priority learning is in Oxford. These books represent years of history, years of people coming to study, years of people wanting to safeguard the past to give to the future.

Walking down the streets of Oxford, the past is undeniably present in every corner. History isn't being erased and replaced by today's world but instead is acting as the foundations on which today is built. It is actively being preserved, even as the future moves forward and develops around it and through it. Being in that culture made me appreciate more than I ever have before how much the past has to offer us now, and made me appreciate how young America truly is. We are just a little sapling in comparison to so many other cultures, and sometimes I wounder, how well are we caring for our roots?