#duke herbarium

[jojoturnip]

To plant a garden is to believe in the future. To preserve the gardens of our world is to prepare for its uncertain future.

Please send your love to Duke Herbarium's professors, staff, and students during this trying time. Follow them on Insta @bluedevil.herbarium

[musiclovingmoth]

after barely a day of my poll being up it seems like so many people know about and really love natural history collections which makes my heart sing!! i would love for my fellow natural history nerds to rise up and sign this petition to protect one!!

duke university is CLOSING its herbarium which holds over 800,000 plant/fungus/algae specimens including 2,000 types spanning 180 years of collection effort all across the planet. it is the second largest private university herbarium in the entire united states. this is really bad!! i will explain in short terms:

every natural history collection's purpose is to collect and maintain specimens, which are collectively supposed to be a thorough representation of biodiversity across time and space. when sampled at regular intervals at the same places, specimens can tell endless stories about changes in shape, abundance, range, genetics, and SO much more. basically, they are a big sample size to use in all manner of studies, including those that concern climate change and biodiversity loss! new species and evolutionary relationships are constantly discovered at collections even when specimens are like 100 years old. duke has recently championed itself as a global leader in biodiversity research which is honestly in jawdropping conflict with its move to close its herbarium. this herbarium not only supplies duke researchers with material but researchers all over the world. specimens have been cited in over 46,000 publications and over 13,000 since 2019 alone. we have old shit in our cabinets but the science is anything but history!

faculty and staff have 2-3 years to move the specimens elsewhere which is NOT enough time for 800,000 old dried plant/fungus specimens. this is an issue in even the BEST natural history collections at the biggest institutions but collections are pretty much always understaffed and underpaid. a university collection usually relies a lot on student labor and you know they do not have the time to be contributing to this move. to find collections that would take these specimens AND allocate the manpower and time needed to send them off is not feasible. types, especially holotypes should really NEVER be transported because they serve as the exemplar for the characteristics of the species it represents. i do not feel good about hurrying 800,000 old, fragile specimens including 2,000 types getting moved in a short amount of time by a few people. i do not want to know what will happen to the remaining specimens that don't make it out in time.

this sets a really dangerous precedent for other university collections across the world. this is not a random state school, this is duke university, which is practically an ivy league. if they close such a prominent and respected collection just because they're not 260% maximizing their profits, it may let other greedy university admins know they can get away with the same. i've only been in the professional collections world for a short time but shutting down a collection let alone one as big as duke's is almost UNHEARD of. i haven't seen scientists band together so strongly and quickly over an issue (i'm in an ENTOMOLOGY collections listserv and someone advocated for emailing duke admin against this decision), probably because they can all agree on how strongly this could impact climate and biodiversity research and policymaking down the road.

tl;dr if duke herbarium really closes, we would be losing a vital hub for ongoing and future research that helps us understand how our world is changing through the dynamics of our plants and their allies. other institutions might see this and follow suit with their own collections.

[aplpaca]

[gaynaturalistghost]

Absolutely frothing at the mouth about the Duke herbarium. To move all 800,000 specimens in 3 years would mean shipping 730 A Day ON ICE at a specific temp! and that’s assuming you can find herbaria that can take a significant amount of samples! You have to have special paperwork between each herbarium just to send duplicates never mind rare or extinct plants or the specimens an entire species is based on

There are about 3,000 herbaria GLOBALLY. Every herbarium IN THE WORLD would have to take 266+ specimens. We aren’t talking little pieces of paper it’s thick archival cardstock you have to carry with both arms for the plants

That’s several shelves. For lichens and moss that will include rocks, for fungi they have cardboard boxes for each.

When I was just repackaging mosses I’d be lucky if I got 30 documented sorted transferred and put away in 3-4 hrs.

Some of their collections are over a hundred years old I would hate to TOUCH one of those let alone ship it

Screaming crying throwing chairs etc

[miffy-junot]

Paul Gavarni and the Junots

A portrait of Constance Aubert, née Junot d'Abrantès, by Paul Gavarni, December 1839.

In the appendix of a biography of Laure Junot sent to me by my friend @apurpledust, I found some poems and an article by the French writer and illustrator Paul Gavarni relating to the Junot family. Laure Junot and her daughters Josephine and Constance were all published writers, and inhabited the same artistic social circle that Gavarni did.

Article by Gavarni about the last volume of the second edition of "Memoirs of the Duchess d'Abrantès", published after her death:

Here we have arrived at the last page of these memoirs of a great lady written by a woman artist: a book in which two celebrities merge, each of which would have sufficed for many ambitions. And as struck as we are by such a rich organization, we are even more struck by the feeling of personal dignity which sustained and developed it. Madame d'Abrantés was a very rare example of this true greatness that events could not achieve. A storm carries away an empire around it, then the years come; she lost almost a throne; and yet she remained with her forehead raised above the crowd. This is what those who seek life in its beautiful aspects will first find in the books she wrote. Read! Sparkling in spirit, a pretty woman, with this great name, this ducal crown, all this gold, all this glory, with how many tributes, and with what tributes the young Duchess of Abrantés must have been surrounded! And she had to resign herself to losing all this, and, having lost all this, find in the superiority of her intelligence a consolation for so many regrets! and make a new life at fifty! another glory! Have we thought carefully about the true nobility in this courage? We cannot dispute this, we artists, born of the people, so proud of our aristocracy because it comes from us, but who see so much nobility in the work. Madame d'Abrantès worked as none of us could do. She not only wrote four times as much as a man of letters, she also drew, she acted, she composed music; or she dug the flowers in her garden, or classified her herbarium, or even embroidered a few tapestries. Must we add to these works the cares of the world, the visits with which she was besieged all day long, the long evening chats, a busy correspondence, to admire this existence so prodigiously active! These are the laudable things the second half of this life endowed with such diverse fame was filled with. The duchess's days had been brilliant, no doubt; but were these not also glorious for the author of the Amirante de Castille? Shouldn't she have seen with legitimate pride crowding around her this young swarm of artists of whom she had become the queen? These friends will say that it was a golden bee torn from the mantle of the Empire and fallen among us. Also the men who usually gathered at the Duchess of Abrantès' house were of two ages and of two kinds: white-haired men with names born from battles won, and men born with the century and becoming names with books, operas or paintings. We saw her smile at these two aristocracies who claimed her as equals, and by whom she was equally honored. Today I remember a charming remark that she said one evening about these double affections: old Mr. Suchet, the brother of the Duke of Albufera, had come unwell that evening to sit in the corner of a small living room where she runs worried about him, exclaiming: “It’s because I really like my old friends!” Then she turned to some of us, and holding out her hand, as if to stop us from being jealous, she added: “And my young ones too, at least!” We all loved him; young and old, we headed towards Chaillot to pay her a sad and last visit, a last procession, and we took her back to the cemetery of Montmartre: there, when we had a little earth thrown on this coffin which forever took this good friend from us, for every funeral oration we cried.

Below the cut are two poems written by Paul Gavarni on the album of Constance Aubert, the second daughter of Laure and Jean-Andoche Junot:

The first poem:

original French:

Les Rêves.

Quel autre monde rêvez-vous? Et que voulait votre âme errante? Loin d'un présent qui désenchante, Où sont vos pensers les plus doux?

Quels chants vous sont mélodieux? Qu'attend la foi qui vous est chère? Et de quel autel solitaire Voyez-vous le ciel de vos dieux?

Si, de beaux jours trop inconstants Vous avez vu venir l'automne, Pour les roses d'une couronne Regrettez-vous quelques printemps?

Où votre âme dans le lointain, Voit-elle un ange sur la route? La magique voix qu'elle écoute Lui dit-elle: "hier" ou "demain"?

Votre orgueil était-il jaloux Du faste des rois de la terre? Et sur un trône imaginaire En secret vous endormez-vous?

Livrez-vous de vastes Etats A des conquêtes idéales? Rêvez-vous l'éclat des cymbales, La palme ou la mort des combats?

Flattant de plus humbles désirs, Peut-être une muse pensive De quelque image fugitive Rajeunit-elle vos loisirs...

Mais, au charme du souvenir, Tout ce qu'on a se décolore: Le passé, que son prisme dore, Brille aux dépens de l'avenir.

Laissez le poète chanter Des plaisirs où son luth convie: Il prodigue à rêver la vie Le temps qu'il a de la goûter.

Dans les plis d'un manteau royal L'ennui s'enveloppe et se cache, Et, dans les combats, le sang tache Les panneaux du char triomphal.

Un moment peut éterniser Les regrets que laisse une idole Dont la scintillante auréole S'évapore au premier baiser.

Mais l'amour, ce léger sommeil, Ce rêve d'un jour vaut la vie... Et qu'importe à l'âme ravie Ce qu'en peut coûter le réveil?

English translation:

The Dreams

What other world do you dream of? And what did your wandering soul want? Far from a disenchanting present, Where are your sweetest thoughts?

What songs are melodious to you? What does the faith that is dear to you await? And from what lonely altar Do you see the sky of your gods?

If, beautiful days too fickle You saw autumn coming, For the roses of a crown Do you regret some spring?

Where you soul in the distance, Does she see an angel on the road? The magical voice she listens to Did she tell him: "yesterday" or "tomorrow"?

Was your pride jealous Of the splendour of the kings of the earth? And on an imaginary throne Do you fall asleep in secret?

Do you deliver vast states To ideal conquests? Do you dream of the brilliance of cymbals, The palm or the death of combat?

Flattering the humblest desires, Perhaps a pensive muse Of some fleeting image Rejuvenates your leisure...

But, to the charm of memory, Everything we have is fading, The past, that its prism gilds, Shines at the expense of the future.

Let the poet sing Of pleasures where the lute is suitable: He lavishes on dreaming of life The time he has to taste it.

In the folds of a royal cloak Boredom wraps itself up and hides, And, in the battles, blood stains The panels of the triumphant chariot.

A moment can last forever The regrets that an idol leaves Whose sparkling halo Evaporates with the first kiss.

But love, this light sleep, This one-day dream is worth life... And what does it matter to the delighted soul What can waking up cost?

The second poem:

original French:

La Pie de la Prison

Du grain qu'ils ont semé, laissez la fleur éclore. Allez! Margot; la loi leur a permis des fleurs. Eh! quoi, méchant oiseau, vous revenez encore De ce triste jardin becqueter les primeurs!

N'en privez pas au moins leurs jours que rien n'abrège; Les ans laissent ici de bien longues saisons, Margot, et de l'hiver ils n'ont eu que la neige; N'allez pas du printemps leur ôter les bourgeons;

Et qu'au moins du soleil un bouquet les console. Demain, le savez-vous! ils attendraient en vain Ce printemps qu'aujourd'hui votre audace leur vole. Margot, les prisonniers vous donnent de leur pain!

Comme cet oiseau noir il est une pensée Qu'ici le malheureux apporte avec ses jours, Qu'il nourrit et son âme et qui, toujours chassée, Dès qu'il voudrait sourire, hélas! revient toujours.

C'est le deuil qui le suit, c'est la voix qui le raille, C'est le regret qui veut de son moindre bonheur; Tourment qui de son lit a remué la paille Et out le bec aigu lui cherche au fond du cœur.

C'est la faim d'être libre. Un oiseau mord la cage; Vous voulez à la vôtre attacher un roseau, Souvenir des jardins dont vous aimiez l'ombrage, Amis, et vous coupez les ailes d'un oiseau!

English translation:

The Prison Magpie

From the seed they sowed, let the flower bloom. Come on! Margot; the law allowed them flowers. Hey! what, wicked bird, you come back again From this sad garden to peck at the early fruits!

Do not deprive them at least of their days which nothing shortens; The years leave many long seasons here, Margot, and all they had in winter was snow; Do not go and remove their buds in the spring;

And may at least a bouquet console them from the sun. Tomorrow, do you know! they would wait in vain This spring that today your audacity steals from them. Margot, the prisoners give you their bread!

Like this black bird, there is a thought That the unfortunate brings here with his days, Which he nourishes and his soul and which, always chased away, As soon as he would like to smile, alas! always comes back.

It is mourning that follows him, it is the voice that mocks him, It is regret that wants his least happiness; Torment which from its bed stirred the straw And the sharp beak searches the depths of his heart.

It's the hunger to be free. A bird bites the cage; You want to attach a reed to yours, Remembrance of those gardens whose shade you loved, Friends, and you clip the wings of a bird!

source

[arrothededushka]

Thanks for the tag @coruscantiscribbler

1. Are you named after anyone?

My passport name? After local saint queen. But my nickname in other social media? Named myself after my old bestie - they also gave me the nickname “Arro” at the beginning of my artistic path

2. When was the last time you cried?

Yesterday; I do that a lot and tears are caused by both, happiness and sadness

3. Do you have kids?

im gay and im the kid (no)

4. What sports do you play/have played?

None, I hate everything that requires real people and physical activities ahahah

5. Do you use sarcasm?

I’m at that stage where you use it so much that you no longer know the truth

6. What is the first thing you notice about people?

THEIR HAIRCUT!!! Then colors of their clothes.

7. What is your eye color?

Blue with yellow

8. Scary movies or Happy Endings?

I like when stories are realistic and ending doesn't really tell you anything about how the story ended - not scary, not happy, just gray

9. Any talents?

Hmmm…. maybe I have one but don’t know yet!!

10. Where were you born?

The fruitiest queerish city in russia st.petersburg

11. What are your hobbies?

DRAWING HOURGLASS BODYTYPE OLDMEN YAOI, animating, making herbariums, text roleplaying (both oc and canon), writing little fanfics (unlike roleplaying it feels lonely), and as one of my friends said “tasting every coffee in town”

12. Do you have any pets?

A RAT!! His name is Gerstog (aka Duke), he is 2,2 yo and that’s pretty old for rats, but he’s still silly little jumpy scratchie. His brother Graf (aka Count) passed away few months ago, but I still say I have two rats… I just love rats so much. I think I was a rat in my previous life, a bald one.

13. How tall are you?

5'6"

14. Favorite subject in school?

Human anatomy, Ecology

15. Dream Job?

Studying hard for it - agrochemist! Not that one on some farm having fun with berries and vegs, but that type who drowns in a swamp while taking soil and water samples (already do that but for free as a student)

No pressure tags: @blirzy @trudemaethien @poreyneel @unicornconnor @gun-roswell @wolviecat @elthadriel and anyone who wants to join in

[tsmom1219]

Duke shuts down huge plant collection, causing scientific uproar

Read the full story from the New York Times. University officials say they cannot afford to maintain one of the largest herbariums in the United States. Researchers are urging Duke to reconsider.

[tracygrenier-blog]

NYTimes: Duke Shuts Down Huge Plant Collection, Causing Scientific Uproar

Duke Shuts Down Huge Plant Collection, Causing Scientific Uproar https://www.nytimes.com/2024/02/21/science/duke-herbarium.html?smid=nytcore-android-share

[when-residents-are-evil]

Journal #1

Author note: Welp! I wrote it anyways!

*10h Wii music video*

This is my first time writing for this fandom and in this format. I thought it would be a nice change from what I usually write / read! I'm planning to write this whole thing like a journal and am reserving some entries for my character's notes (inventory, ressources, informations they might need to survive, herbarium, bestiary, etc). Not sure how it'll turn out or even if I can make it work, but I'll never know if I don't try ^^

I've never done anything like this so I hope you'll enjoy! Notes will be added at the end of the chapters if a previous entry has been updated!

Also, I will only update the entries on tumblr, the "ressources" or "information" chapters will all be on Ao3 ^^

Summary: This book is the property of Samael Ledeuil. I wrote down what happened, different informations and some helpful tips for the person who may find this. If you're lost like me, some of the informations depicted in this book will be essential to your survival. I hope you won't have to use it. Please, if you can, return this journal to my family. If I'm lucky, you won't find this and I'll be able to give them myself, but seeing where this is going, I don't think I'll be able to.

They deserve to know what happened.

____________________________________

Entry #1

16th April, 2018

Welp. Guess I'm making this. If not to leave a mark, at least for my sanity.

 My name is Samael Ledeuil. I bought this book from a guy who calls himself 'The Duke'. I'm in a small village in the middle of Romania, and I have no idea how I'm going to go home. If I'm going back home.

I don't know what's going on here, but I'll use this book to write down what I can find about it. I'm a bit forgetful and I think I'm gonna need to remember most of what I come accross here. Every little detail will be important!

I got attacked on my first night and haven't been able to leave since. Here's what happened; I was supposed to roadtrip on my bike, I had provisions, change of clothes, money. As I was riding almost two weeks ago, I didn't get to the next village before dark, and I still had my torchlight back then, so I thought I'd keep going (at least until I found a clear spot). Good thing I didn't have my headphones on, because as soon as the sun set, I heard rustling leaves and cracking branches.

And I knew it wasn't just me.

I was already scared of the dark before, but this shit was honestly terrifying. I tried to find my way out of the forest or go back on the main road, but I got lost. It was too dark to turn back. So I kept going.

And then, I heard howling. Lots of howling. I don't think it was a wolf. It sounded nothing like a wolf. It was all around me, and I knew I was making too much noise with my bike. So I left it. And I also left my other traveling bag, (the one with most of my clothes, my phone, a few books, etc) because it was way too big to carry discretly. And it's a good thing I did! I wasn't even 20 meters away that something jumped on it and tore it to pieces. I think I cried a little. I know I ran a lot (probably more than my asthma could've handled if adrenaline didn't carry me all this way). I couldn't seen the beasts clearly, it was too dark for that, but I know it's nothing I've seen before. It's not a bear, or a pack of wolf. But it's strong and extremely agressive, and there's a lot of them.

I don't know how long it took me to find shelter, but when I did, I broke in and hid in the nearest closet for the rest of the night after barricading the door and windows. And boy, was this a long night. It took me one hour and a lot of help from my inhaler to go back to a steady heartbeat, but once I did, I could hear the... creatures? Monsters? Things out there. They were... kind of everywhere at once. And what I also noticed, is that no one was in the house I broke into. The owners probably moved out a long time ago.

I would too, if I could.

Once I could see the light crack through the closed doors of my hiding place and didn't hear anything else than the birds squaking outside, I got out. This house is super dusty, and aside from a few furnitures, there's nothing here. Not any personal stuff, no clothes, framed pictures, not even bowls and stuff in the pantries. I checked every room, and it really seems like this place has been abandonned for a while. It's a wooden house and looks like it's going to fall on itself any time. But it did the job for the night, and I gathered my stuff after drinking the last of my water and eating a bit of what I had left. I got out, and saw a dust road leading farher into the forest. I was already lost, so I thought I'd at least reach civilisation.

I ignored the endless, huge footprints all around the house.

I made my way to what is called the 'Village of Shadows'.

Dope name.

Horrible place.

These people really don't know how to handle traumatized tourists. They're bitter and clearly don't like outsiders. Anytime I tried to ask a question about this place, they either ignored me or straight up closed their doors in my face. They said outsiders were herethics and were going t obring death upon their village. They kept going on about a black god and... what was it? Mother Melissa Melinda Miranda. Who the fuck is she? Some kind of cult guru? What did I get myself into? I'll have to be extra careful around here.

I tried asking where I could find food and clothes, and they vaguely gestured to what seems like the town center. That's where I found the guy I mentioned earlier, the Duke. The friendliest face in this wretched place. He's a weird guy, but I like him. I don't know if I trust him, but I know he knows more than he lets on. And he doesn't have any bad intentions, it seems. Good thing I kept most of my money in my backpack, because this guy has a ton of stuff I'm going to need here. Also, when I asked him about the house I broke into last night, he said no one has been seen here in years. So I'm crashing here for now.

I think it's important for whoever might find this journal that I tried leaving multiple times. The third time almost cost me an arm, so I'm laying low and preparing for my next attempt. Which is why I haven't left yet. Please, don't think I already gave up.

I've only been here for 10 days, but I'm sure there's something more about this place than the beasts in the woods. And the cult. I promised my mom I'd never join one, but it looks like if I ever want to go home, I'll have to play the part (at least for a bit).

Anyway! Here's what I should write down:

Important tips

My inventory The content of my backpack

The content of my first aid kit

Rations

A map of this place

Maybe a part about the beasts of the forest (need to investigate)

Others? A list of ressources?

I'll most likely add more, but I think it's good enough for now.

Hopefully, I won't have time to write more before I find my way out.

[fatehbaz]

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Oak!

Graphic from 2020. Based on new understanding of evolution, geography, and historical spread of oak species, from research by the newly-published work of:

Andrew L. Hipp: “Senior scientist and herbarium director at the Morton Arboretum in Lisle, Illinois. His research addresses the evolution ... and implications of plant diversity, with a focus on the phylogenomics of oaks.”

Paul S. Manos: “Professor at Duke University. He studies the systematics and biogeography of the flowering plants, with a particular focus on the evolution of oaks, hickories, and walnuts.”

Jeannine Cavender-Bares: “Professor at the University of Minnesota. She studies the origins, physiological function, and organization of plant biodiversity ... with an emphasis on oaks.”

[musiclovingmoth]

i put up that poll last night after finding out duke university, owner of the second largest private university herbarium in the united states, is getting rid of said herbarium. it made me wonder how many people know natural history collections exist and what they're used for. honestly, i didn't even know duke had such a well-known herbarium until this news surfaced but apparently its specimens are frequently cited every year, it's a particularly detailed record of southeast american plant diversity, and duke university has historically turned out a lot of botany research. these kinds of institutions exist ALL ACROSS THE WORLD though and duke is a pretty famous school!! it sucks thinking about steadily losing these invaluable resources to maximizing profits.

[nemesisbinxartifactseries]

Artifact Series L

L. Ron Hubbard's "E-Meter" Electropsychometer

La Volpe's Cowl

The Lady from Shanghai's Mirror Maze

Lady Godiva's Saddle

Lady Jane Grey's Necklace

Lady Liberty Lighter *

Lady Lovibond

Lady Macbeth's Candle

Lady Mary Wortley Montagu's Journal

Lady Mary Wortley Montagu's Tulip Bulbs

Lady Saigō's Kimono

Laelaps

Laika's Harness

Lake Peigneur Diamond Drill Bit

Lamassu Statue

Lambert Simnel's Leggings

Lamp from Chicago Pile-1

Lampshade of Psychic Power *

Lance Armstrong's Trek Bicycle

Lantern from the Courrières Mine *

Lanterns from the Tillamook Rock Light

Laozi's Calligraphy Brush

Lara Croft's Holsters

Larry Walters' Lawn Chair

Las Vegas Atomic Skillet

Las Vegas Strip Neon Signs

Lascaux Cave Paintings

The Last Straw *

Laszlo Toth’s Hammer

Latasha Harlins' Two Dollar Bill

Late Schoolbus

Lauging Baby's Highchair

Laughing Moai

Laundry Basket from 'The Merry Wives Of Windsor'

Laura Bassi's Sample of Water

Laura Ingalls Wilder’s Schoolhouse

Laurel and Hardy’s Hats

Laurence Shirley's Noose*

Lawrence Joseph Bader's Eyepatch

Lawrence of Rome’s Gridiron

Lawrence Welk's Accordion

Lazare Ponticelli’s Shoebox

Lazarus of Bethany's Grave Clothes

Leatherface's Chainsaw

Leather Strap from the First Iron Spike Chair

LeBron James' Headband

Lee Harvey Oswald's Handcuffs

Lee Harvey Oswald's Rifle

Lee and Marina Oswald's’ Wedding Rings

Lee Morgan's Trumpet

Lee Travis' Fedora

Leena's Bed and Breakfast Painting *

Leendert Hasenbosch’s Tent

Left 4 Dead Survivor Clothing

Left Arm of the Statue of Fergus Mor

Left Handed Whopper Wrapper

Leg Lamp

Legalese-Forcing Desklamp *

Leif Erikson's Helmet

Lemuel Gulliver's Ship Wheel

Lenape Tribe's Cloak and Artifacts of Nature *

Leon Herrmann's Sword and Playing Cards *

Leon Panetta's Projector *

Leonarda Cianciulli's Cake Shovel

Leonardo Da Vinci's "Mona Lisa"

Lenoard A. Funk Jr's Thompson Submachine Gun

Leonard Smith's TV *

Leonardo da Vinci's Gargoyle *

Leonardo da Vinci's Notebook

Leonhard Rauwolf’s Herbarium

Leonidas' Cestus

Leonid Telyatnikov's Firefighter Gloves

Leroy Brown's Coat

Leslie and John Morton's Morgue Sheet

Leslie Scott's Jenga Blocks

Lev Termen's First Theremin

Levi Strauss's Original Pair of Jeans

Levitating Gurney

Lewis Carroll's Looking Glass *

Lewis Nixon's Pistol

Lewis Powell’s Pickaxe

Li Bai’s Rosewood Wall Panels

Li Ching-Yuen's Bowl

Li Zicheng’s Shackles

Liberace's Candelabra

Liberty Bell Ruby

Licking Dog Collar

Life Replenishing Clock

Lighter

Lightning Rod from Banqiao Dam

Lillian Russell's Evening Gloves

Lily Tomlin's Rocking Chair

Lilo & Stitch Experiment Pod Container

Linda Lovelace's Bathing Suit

Linda Hazzard's Wardrobe

Linda's IrisPhone

Lindsay Broom's Fozzie Doll

Ling Lun’s Bamboo Flute

Lin Zexu's Trunk

Linda Hazzard's Wardrobe

Lion Country Safari Park Sign

The Lion man of the Hohlenstein Stadel

Lippershey-Janssen Telescope

Lisa del Giocondo's Teeth

Lisa Howard's Press Pass

Liss Seltzer Bottle

Little Mac's Boxing Gloves

Little Match Girl's Box of Matches

Liu Ji’s Fire Lance

Liu Pengli's Hanfu Hat

Liu Ziye's Tanto

Lizzie Borden's Dress

Lizzie Borden's Compact *

Lloyd Loar's Mandolin *

Lloyd Olsen's Axe & Mike the Headless Chicken's Head

Lobengula’s Assegai

Locker 837 from Columbine High School

Lockheed SR-71 "Blackbird"

Locust-Summoning Dog Whistle *

Locusta’s Vials

Lon Chaney Jr.'s Makeup Kit

Lone Ranger's Mask

Lonely Christmas Ornaments *

Long Island War Trumpet

Loki's Feather Cape

Lon Chaney's Makeup Box

Lonnie Johnson's Original Super Soaker

Loránd Eötvös' Torsion Balance

Lord Alfred Tennyson's Cracked Mirror

Lord Byron’s Cloak

Lord Zedd's Staff

Lorena Bobbitt's Knife

Lorenzo Ghiberti’s Bronze Panel

Lorne Acquin's Tire Iron

Lottery Ticket, Circa 1950s

Lottie Dod's Tennis Racket

Lotus Incense Burner

Louis I, Duke of Orléans' Torch

Louis XIV's Silverware Forks *

Louis Agassiz's Iron Auger

Louis-Napoleon Bonaparte III's Candelabras

Louis B. Mayer's Desk and Chairs

Louis Braille's First Braille Book

Louis Braille's Leather Awl

Louis Chevrolet's Crank Handle

Louis Chevrolet's Helmet

Louis Daguerre's Camera Obscura

Louis Essen's Alarm Clock

Louis Le Prince's Camera

Louis Le Prince’s Film Spools

Louis Pasteur's Beaker

Louis Pasteur's Flask

Louis Pasteur's Milk Bottle *

Louis Prang's Original Christmas Cards

Louis Slotin’s Screwdriver

Louis Vuitton's Suitcase

Louis XIV's Mirror

Louis XIV's Sundial

Louis XIV's Peg Solitaire

Louis the XIV's Scepter

Louis Wain's Cat Collar

Loukas Notaras’ Turban

Lourdes, France Madonna Statue

Lou Reed's Music Transformer Machine *

Lou Reed's Record Player

Love Bead Necklace

Love-In-Idleness Flower

Love Potion No. 9

L. Sprague de Camp's Theodolite

Lu Bu's Battle Armor

Lucius Apuleius' Pet Donkey Hoofs

Lucius Copeland’s Boiler

Lucius Quinctius Cincinnatus’ Plow

Lucius Tarquinius Superbus' Stick

Luis Garavito's Walking Stick

Luck Altering Dice

Lucky’s Magical Charms

Lucky Strike Cigarette Tin

Lucretia Garfield's Reading Glasses

Lucrezia Borgia's Comb *

Lucy's Diamonds

Luddite Hammer

Ludger Sylbaris’ Grate

Ludwig II of Bavaria's Cloak

Ludwig Mies van der Rohe's Drawing Board

Ludwig Prandtl’s Airfoil

Ludwig van Beethoven's Clock *

Lugh's Spear

Luigi Galleani's Wagon Wheel

Luigi Galvani's Bio-Electric Wires

Luigi Galvani's Scalpel

Luigi Lucheni's File

Luis María Mendía's Airplane

Luiz Vaz de Torres' Compass

Luke Howard's Barometer

Luke P. Blackburn's Linens

Lully's Staff

Lumiere Brother's Cinematograph *

Lunchlady Hairnet

Lycaon's Ladle

Lyn Robinson's Turtle Shell

Lynette Fromme’s Red Robe

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Hidden Treasure of Pittsburgh Found

by Bonnie Isaac

Recently I received a call from a woman who had bought an estate and discovered a hidden treasure in the basement. The basement contained 28 boxes of herbarium specimens. These boxes contained the private herbarium of Charles Boardman. Boardman was a research associate of Botany here at the museum from 1951 until his death on January 5, 1983. He had built his own herbarium space in his basement. These specimens are already mounted and in remarkably good shape for having been stored in a basement unattended for over 30 years.

Herbarium space built in the basement of Charles Boardman’s house with boxes of specimens.

Amazingly enough, there was also a letter with the collection with some details about his life. Charles Boardman was born in Buffalo, New York in 1903. Mr. Boardman attended the Massachusetts Institute of Technology and became a professional engineer. Charles was especially interested in mosses which led to his affiliation with Carnegie’s own Otto Jennings. Boardman accompanied Jennings on many field trips and collected specimens for the Manual of Mosses of Western Pennsylvania written and illustrated by Jennings. Boardman’s moss collection was donated to Duke University at his request shortly after his death. His vascular plant collection remained hidden in his basement until just a few weeks ago.

Water lily specimen found in Boardman’s personal herbarium.

Most of the specimens are from the 1930’s and 1940’s collected from Pennsylvania and beyond. In the coming weeks and months, we will process this amazing gift to see how many specimens are in this hidden treasure and put them into the main herbarium here at the museum for researchers to use in the future. You never know where a historic treasure may be lurking.

Bonnie Isaac is the Collection Manager in the Section of Botany. Museum employees are encouraged to blog about their unique experiences and knowledge gained from working at the museum.

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24 to 28 April 2017

Today was my last day with the alpine, rock and aquatic team. Next week I move to the decorative nursery and that will be my final placement on the Kew apprenticeship programme. That means only three months until I finish and need to find a job! I’m going to spend this long weekend working on my collection report with the hope of finishing it by Wednesday. Monday is a holiday and I took Tuesday off for good measure.

This week I spent most of the time working on the Amaryllidaceae bulbs. The only accession not to show any obvious signs of mealy bug was Hieronymiella argentina. I thought that was kind of interesting. One accession of Phaedranassa cinerea had the best developed roots of all the bulbs I’ve been working on this week.

I did a bit of work this morning around the aquatic display and I took my penultimate plant identification exam. I think I did well. I’ll let you know next week.

A big surprise this week was the five minutes of snow/sleet/hail that we had yesterday! We also had a bit of frost on the order beds Thursday morning and a few accessions seem to have suffered quite a bit.

Plant of the week...

Asparagaceae Leopoldia comosa

common name(s) - “purple grape gyacinth”, “tassel hyacinth”, “tufted grape hyacinth”, “hairy muscari”, “edible muscari”, Hebrew: “מצילות מצוייצות”, Arabic: “بصل الزيز”, Italian “lampagioni”, “lampascioni”, Greek “βολβοί”, “βροβιούς” synonym(s) - Bellevalia bouriana Heldr. ex Nyman; B. calandriniana (Parl.) Nyman; B. comosa (L.) Kunth; B. graeca Heldr.; B. graminifolia Nyman; B. holzmannii Heldr.; B. h. var. curta (Heldr.) Nyman; B. pharmacusana (Heldr.) Nyman; B. pinardii Boiss.; B. sartoriana (Heldr.) Nyman; B. s. subsp. pharmacusana (Heldr.) Nyman; B. tenuiflora subsp. constricta (Tausch) Nyman; Botrycomus vulgaris Fourr. [Illegitimate]; Etheiranthus constrictus (Tausch) Kostel.; E. milleri Kostel.; Eubotrys comosa (L.) Raf.; Hyacinthus comosus L.; H. fuliginosus Pall.; H. monstrosus L.; H. paniculatus Lam.; Leopoldia anguliflora Lojac.; L. bormaniana Lojac.; L. bouviana Heldr. ex Nyman; L. calandriniana Parl.; L. clusiana Heldr. ex Nyman; L. constricta Heldr.; L. curta Heldr.; L. graeca (Heldr.) Heldr.; L. graminifolia Heldr. ex Nyman; L. holzmannii (Heldr.) Heldr.; L. pharmacusana Heldr.; L. pinardii (Boiss.) Parl.; L. pyramidalis (Tausch) Heldr.; L. sartoriana Heldr.; L. trojana Heldr.; Muscari bouvianum Heldr. ex Rouy; M. bulgaricum Velen.; M. calandrinianum (Parl.) Nyman; M. charrellii Heldr. ex Rouy; M. comosum (L.) Mill.; M. c. subsp. courtilleri (Boreau) K.Richt.; M. c. f. monstrosum (L.) Maire; M. c. subsp. monstrosum (L.) K.Richt.; M. constrictum Tausch; M. courtilleri Boreau; M. cousturieri Gand.; M. cretensium Gand.; M. curtum (Heldr.) Boiss.; M. giennense Pau & Cuatrec.; M. graecum (Heldr.) Boiss.; M. graminifolium Heldr. & Holzm. ex Rouy; M. holzmannii (Heldr.) Hirc; M. longissimum Medik.; M. monstrosum (L.) Mill.; M. paniculatum (Lam.) Medik.; M. pharmacusanum (Heldr.) Boiss.; M. pinardii (Boiss.) Boiss.; M. pyramidale Tausch; M. sartorianum (Heldr.) Boiss.; M. segusianum E.P.Perrier & Songeon; M. trojanum (Heldr.) Boiss.; Pelotris paniculatus (Lam.) Raf.; Scilla comosa (L.) Salisb.; S. monstrosa (L.) Salisb. IUCN conservation rating - none native to - southern Europe, Turkey, Syria, Iran, Arabian Peninsula and North Africa location - Alpine Nursery ALP_N HH7 B, accession 1986-6205 F N leaves - simple, linear, entire margins flowers - early spring, cream and purple; tuft of bright violet, blue or pinkish sterile urn-shaped flowers at the top of a loose raceme, a musty odour, not very pleasant; loculicidal capsules; (bulbs reproduce offsets) habit - geophyte habitat - in stony cultivated land or scrub such as cornfields and vineyards pests - aphids disease - bulb viral infections hardiness - to -20ºC (H6) soil - moderately moist, substrate should be sandy-loamy or gritty-loamy soil sun - full sun propagation - bulbs divide well, offsets care - remove withered flowers so not to spend energy on producing seed, leaves should be left on plants after flowering so that they can gather strength for the following year nomenclature - Asparagaceae - the Greek name, ασπαραγος, for plants sprouting edible turions from the rootstock; Leopoldia, in honour of Leopold II, Grand Duke of Tuscany (1797-1870); comosa - with long hair growing in tufts, in Pliny, ‘with many leaves’. Herbarium - one filed under Muscari comosum K000341686 NB - has been in cultivation for many centuries, perhaps because of its culinary use; for this purpose, the plants are harvested before flowers appear; in southern Italy, Portugal and Greece, its bulb is a culinary delicacy; in Greece, and especially on Crete, it is considered a delicacy and collected in the wild, where the cleaned bulbs are boiled several times, pickled, and then kept in olive oil; in Apulia lampascioni sott’olio is a gastronomic speciality

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