Leon Jackson

@drleonj.bsky.social

Professor @ USC. I write about African American life in early national and antebellum Boston. My posts are my own opinions and do not reflect those of my employer.

I’m definitely feeling wistful as my time in Somerville draws to a close. It’s been an amazing summer, full of fun, friendship, and research. (So. Much. Research). I’ll miss it all.

My sweet black retriever mix sits nicely on a sidewalk in Somerville, her back to the camera. She’s looking for birds.

Today I found a trove of previously unnoted coroner’s inquests from early nineteenth century Boston. The witness depositions are rich in the detail of everyday life but utterly heartbreaking. I left the archive feeling emotionally drained 🗃️

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As the calendar flipped this weekend, the sidewalks of Somerville filled with mattresses abandoned by people whose leases had ended. This one, at least, has something to smile about!

A mattress leans against a chain link fence on a sidewalk . It has a large face drawn on it in marker pen. Next to it is a clothes rack caster wheels. A red fire hydrant rounds on the picture.

Between 1991 and 2018, I saw Phish many, many, many times, and then I just . . . stopped. It was such a joy to revisit that world again last night. Show #133 at Fenway was wonderful!

A view of a concert stage from the turf of Fenway Park.

There is nothing epistemologically privileged about archives; they simply offer different kinds of material than we find in printed books, prompting us to ask different questions of them & develop different answers. Sometimes printed sources signify differently when found in manuscript archives 🗃️

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Researching today, I came across a tiny textile scrap in an 1800 writ of attachment. (Details on the case in alt text). Any fashion, fabric, dress, or material culture historians know what textile it might be? Thanks! 🗃️

A writ of attachment from 1800, issued on behalf of Boston attorney Thomas O. Selfridge against his client Sarah Freeman, an African American woman, who owes him $12 in unpaid legal fees. The writ is a printed form, completed by hand, in the lower portion is a tiny scrap of textile. A writ of attachment from 1800, issued on behalf of Boston attorney Thomas O. Selfridge against his client Sarah Freeman, an African American woman, who owes him $12 in unpaid legal fees. The writ is a printed form, completed by hand, in the lower portion is a tiny scrap of textile. Close up of the textile scrapSelfridge’s bill against Freeman for helping her prosecute Nancy Princess and Hitty Little, neighbors of hers and also African American, as well as for writing and presenting a petition on her behalf to Boston’s Court of General Sessions of the Peace

I had an unexpectedly rich day in the archives. Found an interracial gay sex prosecution from 1812 among many other fascinating cases. I cannot wait to start writing! Meanwhile, here’s Chester the Archive Dog, viewed from the front and showing off his sploot technique from behind

A perfect little nugget of a terrier mix with butterscotch fur and a kind muzzle lying on an industrial carpet by an archive reference deskA sweet terrier mix viewed through the glass door of an archive reading room. He’s seen from behind in a classic sploot pose

Seven years ago today, I tried to end my life. I’m so glad I survived! I won’t pretend that every day has been easy, but every single one has been precious, and many have been full of joy and love. Please, if you’re feeling despair, hang in there; ask for help; and know that things DO get better 🧡

A middle aged man with a shaved head and glasses plays guitar.

Yesterday, my cat Onion got outside while a junk hauler was taking a couple of large items. Not items with an opening he could have been in. He had to have darted. He's never been outside. Movers come tomorrow. We leave Monday. I've done all things (will list in a reply). #nolasky sad #caturday

A missing kitty poster for my cat Onion.Onion on a suitcaseOnion with my dachshund Jasper

Just in time for the weekend, I’ve come down with a cold. Nurse Tulip and Nurse Mishmish are providing moral support while I hunker in bed. At least I get to catch up on sleep! 🤒

A ruffly black retriever mix and an orange and white cat share space on a bed covered with a green sheet. Not pictured, because under the sheet, your humble skeeter.

So much of social media is people connecting over things they're against, and I'm against them too, but it's a rubbish basis for genuine connection. I'm FOR: kindness, curiosity, patience, forgiveness, joy, innocence, whimsy, support, beauty, stewardship, imagination, loyalty, cats, and dogs. You?

My 30 minute commute home took an hour and forty-five minutes due to temporal flux in an E Line signal box between Science Park-West End and Lechmere. Fortunately, someone was able to reconfigure the solar matrix in parallel for endothermic propulsion and our alternate selves made it to Union Sq 🚀🤓

Niche question for #skystorians, but can anyone point me to a history of swimming, and the ability to swim, in colonial America? I know that Franklin was an excellent swimmer. There are so many drownings in the Boston Coroner's Inquests, and it makes me wonder how common the skill of swimming was 🗃️