Showing posts with label Noel Sullivan. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Noel Sullivan. Show all posts

Thursday, September 5, 2013

The Celtic Twilight of Carmel, California. Conclusion

Carmel. Photograph © Denise Sallee 2012
There was one very important and central point from which all of Ella Young's California connections sprung - Albert Bender. Bender, born in Dublin in 1866, arrived in San Francisco  at the age of 16 - working as an errand boy for an insurance office.  By 1890 he was an insurance agent - owning his own company and becoming very wealthy and influential.  But most of all, Albert Bender was a discerning patron of the arts with a deep love of books, literary manuscripts, and Ireland. And he was kind and generous. It was Bender who arranged for Ansel Adams' first portfolio of prints to be published and also took him to Carmel to meet the Jeffers and the O'Sheas. 

When Ella arrived in  San Francisco for the first time her manager, Jessica Colbert, told her  “There are two people in San Francisco that I hope you will meet, one is Albert Bender...the other is Noel Sullivan...”  (Flowering Dusk: Things Remembered Accurately and Inaccurately. Ella Young. Longmans, Green and Company, 1945).  Both Bender and Sullivan became long-lasting friends with Ella - they were her admirers and her patrons. 


Bender adored Ella and she him. He was instrumental in her struggle with the U.S. government to remain in America and he introduced her to his closest friends who immediately became her closest friends. This, indeed, was the power of social networking. It was through Bender and Sullivan that Ella became a part of the Carmel community. She was soon a central figure in the art and literary scene of the small village. It was not only Ella's poems and folktales that drew many Carmelites to the Irish immigrant. Her deeply magical consciousness and passionate love for Ireland fueled many a soul on the western edge of America. She inspired established poets, such as Dora Hagemeyer and Sara Bard Field and encouraged others, such as Ansel Adams and John O'Shea, to explore in words and images, their own connections to the natural world. 


How fitting it was when in 1935, Una Jeffers, splendid in a new black velvet gown, spoke at the opening of the Yeats exhibition at Mills College, where Albert Bender was a trustee and benefactor. Robinson Jeffers also attended the event  - important, I think, in linking the two great poets known so well by Ella Young.  





Credit: Special Collections, F.W. Olin Library, Mills College

The exhibit was organized by Bender, containing many items from his own collection.


Credit: Special Collections, F.W. Olin Library, Mills College
Ella spoke at the University of California - as revealed in this newspaper article from the Berkeley Daily Gazette of October 23rd - the following month as part of the ongoing Bay Area Yeats celebration. 




In December of 1930, Ella wrote to Albert Bender:

The top of the morning to you and a hundred thousand thanks. There is nothing in the world like a good friend. (Albert H. Bender Collection. Special Collections, F.W. Olin Library, Mills College)


Carmel, Ireland, poets, mystical seekers,  and Ella Young.  A truly magical connection!










Sunday, July 28, 2013

The Celtic Twilight of Carmel, California. Part One


In the next few posts I want to share a bit of my research on Ella Young and her involvement with several key people that helped to shape California’s culture in the first decades of the 20th century - Albert Bender, Noel Sullivan, Robinson and Una Jeffers, and John and Mollie O’Shea. In particular, I will show how their lives wove together like a magic carpet - with threads of poetry, music, drama, and art - and through Ella’s unique gifts and vision the Old Ways were once again spoken of and honored. 

It is not hard to envision how it looked and felt in Carmel in those early years and how those drawn to the mystical world of Celtic legends might find here a land pulsing with the same ethereal spirit - with wind-twisted cypresses draped in silvery mist and Manannan, Son of Lir commanding the white-capped waves of the mighty Pacific. 

Ella Young was drawn to the land that hosted Carmel and its neighbors to the south - Point Lobos and Big Sur.  Ella sensed the presence here of a magic akin to what she had left behind in Ireland. In her first lecture in Carmel, in 1926 at the Theatre of the Golden Bough on Ocean Avenue, she spoke on two topics: “Nature Magic” and “The Celtic Myth of Creation.” It was later reported that Ella told her Carmel audience that faeries had found a home at Point Lobos - such was the unspoiled power of this place at that time. Apparently, the following day several women from the village were spotted at Point Lobos peering under ferns and behind rocks all in pursuit of the wee folk. 

One of the first plays performed on Carmel’s historic outdoor stage - The Forest Theater was W.B. Yeat’s The Land of Heart’s Desire in 1911. It was directed by the theater’s founder, Herbert Heron and set in County Sligo, Ireland (not far from where I called home for an amazing year). 
The Herbert Heron Collection, The Henry Meade Williams Local History Room, Harrison Memorial Library, Carmel, CA

In 1911, many of the people that would become part of Ella’s circle had not yet moved to Carmel. The village was already preparing itself for her arrival and every year another poet, artist or mystic found their way to the tiny village with the alabaster white sands skirting the sea  - all a-glimmer and so very alive.

I see the performance of Yeats’ play as the beginning of what I call Carmel’s Celtic Twilight and it is easy to understand how, fifteen years later, the village would enthusiastically embrace Ella Young.

The Herbert Heron Collection, The Henry Meade Williams Local History Room, Harrison Memorial Library, Carmel, CA

In this excerpt, we see a struggle occurring between the new religion, Christianity, and the Old Ways, personified here in “The Child” - a faery spirit. 


FATHER HART. I will confront this mighty spirit alone.
Be not afraid, the Father is with us,
The Holy Martyrs and the Innocents,
The adoring Magi in their coats of mail,
And He who died and rose on the third day
And all the nine angelic hierarchies.
(THE CHILD kneels upon the settle beside MARY and puts her arms about her.)
Cry, daughter, to the Angels and the Saints.
THE CHILD. You shall go with me, newly-married bride,
And gaze upon a merrier multitude.
White-armed Nuala, Aengus of the Birds,
Feacra of the hurtling foam, and him
Who is the ruler of the Western Host,
Finvarra, and their Land of Heart's Desire,
Where beauty has no ebb, decay no flood,
But joy is wisdom, Time an endless song.
I kiss you and the world begins to fade.
[and as the play nears its end]
(Outside there are dancing figures, and it may be a white bird, and many voices singing.)
"The wind blows out of the gates of the day,
The wind blows over the lonely of heart,
And the lonely of heart is withered away;
While the faeries dance in a place apart,
Shaking their milk-white feet in a ring,
Tossing their milk-white arms in the air;
For they hear the wind laugh and murmur and sing
Of a land where even the old are fair,
And even the wise are merry of tongue;
But I heard a reed of Coolaney say--
When the wind has laughed and murmured and sung,
The lonely of heart is withered away."'