The Last Show at the Alamo
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A journey into the lives of an outlaw, an artist, a playright, a filmmaker, and a dog.
Richard Stanford
Richard is a photographer, filmmaker and writer living in Vaudreuil-Dorion, Québec. His photography has been exhibited at The Montreal Museum of Fine Arts, Vehicule Art Gallery Arbor Gallery, Skelly Gallery, Cornwall Art Gallery, Abbey for the Arts, and Critical Eye Gallery. He has written and directed 50 documentary films and feature films. The Adirondack Review, Montage, P.O.V., Canada's History Magazine and Ovi Magazine have published his stories and essays.
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The Last Show at the Alamo - Richard Stanford
Table of Contents
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At Any Price: The Story of the Megantic Outlaw
An Improbable Place
A History of Canada on Film
Streets, Oceans and Outer Space
Marching As To War
Artist as Combustible
Under the Big Sky
Theatre of Prison
An Introduction
The world’s first film producer never got a screen credit because he never knew he had truly produced a movie. It was 1877 and Thomas Edison had yet to invent moving pictures
.
The producer was Leland Stanford, who was also the Governor of California, a wealthy railroad baron, my great-great-grandfather, and a gambling man. Stanford, not above making a bet on just about anything, wagered a friend that all four of a horse’s hooves left the ground at the same time at one point during a gallop. Unlike the rest of Stanford’s mischievous bets, this one would change the course of human history and the journeys of my family.
At that time, it would be a difficult fact to prove. There were no moving pictures
to deconstruct a gallop. It had never been depicted, not even by classic Greeks skilled at sculpting horses in marble. But Stanford had a hunch (as most gamblers do) that the new technology of photography would prove his point. He hired the finest photographer on the Pacific Coast, Eadweard Muybridge, to be the cinematographer
for this wild experiment. He was already famous for his spectacular Yosemite scenic photographs sold widely as postcards and stereoscope inserts.
But nothing like this had ever been considered before and it would take Muybridge’s eccentric creativity, Stanford’s unlimited resources of money and race horses from his own large stable, to create a set
.
It was a 50’long 15’high white canvas sheet, the background for 20 large and cumbersome 10x8 plate large-format cameras (suffice to say, not Polaroids). The shutters would be tripped by Occident, a magnificant black thoroughbred, passing all the cameras at high-speed, precisely tripping the wire placed under the track, triggering the shutter action, taking 20 pictures of himself and thus becoming the world’s first movie star
. The first thing everyone realized with the development of the sequence was that Stanford had won his bet. But that wasn’t all.
Muybridge’s photographs laid bare all the mistakes that sculptors and painters had made in their renderings of the various postures of the horse. They showed how inventive the eye is, or rather how much the sight elaborates on the data it gives us as the impersonal result of observation. Between the state of vision as mere patches of colour and as things or objects, a whole series of mysterious operations takes place, reducing to order the incoherence of raw perceptions, resolving contradictions, bringing to bear judgements formed since infancy, imposing continuity and the systems of change which we group under the labels space, time, matter and movement. This is why the horse was imagined to move in the way the eye seemed to see it; and it might be that, if these old-style representations were examined with sufficient subtlety, the law of unconscious falsification might be discovered by which it seemed possible to picture the positions of a bird in flight, or a horse galloping, as if they could be studied at leisure; but these interpolated pauses are imaginary. Only probable positions could be assigned to movement so rapid.
For centuries artists had shown horses galloping with their legs extended in the air, much like a child’s hobbyhorse. Occident’s galloping legs were bunched or akimbo in the air, not extended in pairs. All those classic paintings were now decidedly unreal and for the first time ever, because of a series of photographs, people were able to see an utterly different world – the real one.
Muybridge_horse_gallop_(animated_multiframe).gifHorse in Motion - Eadweard Muybridge 1878
Muybridge and Stanford realized that they had moved from making pictures of motion to making motion pictures
. Together, they built a zoetrope with a shutter could project a sequential moving image. The flickering, grainy image was, of course, an illusion of motion.
At Any Price – The Story of the Megantic Outlaw
Donald Morrison.jpgThere may have been many things going through Donald Morrison's mind that languid June day in 1888 as he walked past the church, round the bend, down the hill to the main street of his hometown of Megantic. Probably uppermost in his mind was whether he was going to survive the day. He had the cold metallic security of his Colt.45 resting loosely in his holster. For seven years as a cowboy, riding herds from Montana to Texas, the pistol had been his protector and only once had he ever come close shooting a man. His reputation as a man with a strange accent and quick hands followed him everywhere. That was five years ago - he thought those days were long gone.
From the balcony of the American House Hotel, Donald saw the chambermaid shaking a white bed sheet. She smiled at him and waved, her heart aflutter. Donald waved back and continued on, his tall, broad-shouldered body moving gracefully and sure. He watched the children playing hide-go-seek in the dusty street and he remembered his own youthful days playing the same games with the same people who were waving at him now. They were mothers and fathers, unlike Donald. They bid him warm hellos and went about their business in Matheson's General Store, the blacksmiths shop and the post office. Donald Morrison had other business to attend to and he might have asked himself how it could have been that fate would now be leading him on this walk, in this place of all places.
A horse-and-buggy rumbled past Donald sending up a plume of dust. He walked on, the dust settled and Donald stopped. He saw Jack Warren coming down the steps of Leet's Hotel, and walk out to the middle of the street, placing a reassuring hand on his hip. Donald fixed his steel blue eyes on Warren's hand. He knew Warren had a warrant for his arrest for arson and attempted murder. Maybe it was fitting he would die here, for all to see. His friends - the mothers, the fathers - ran and gathered up their children. The street emptied as Warren moved closer and closer. Morrison walked diagonally across the street. Warren moved to cut him off. The mothers and the fathers peered through windows, praying that everything they had heard of Donald being a crack shot was true. Now, ten feet apart, both men stopped.
Stand clear!
shouted Donald. Warren smiled, motionless. The chambermaid, terror in her eyes, clutched the bedsheet to her chest as if it were a shield. Stand clear!
, repeated Donald. Warren smiled again as his hand dropped down to his holster. Donald's eyes caught the glint of the gun barrel clearing the holster. The last thing Warren saw would have been a blur as Donald drew his Colt and fired in one blinding motion. Warren's head twisted back, horror etched in his face. He stood suspended for a few seconds then his knees buckled and he fell to the dirt, blood oozing from his neck. All was silence and unmoving. Donald was transfixed, trying to comprehend the dead body at his feet - this bounty-hunter who had been running bootleg whiskey from Vermont and he was an American. Now there would be hell to pay.
Malcolm Matheson, who was like a second father to Donald, shook him out of his trance, shouting at him to run! Donald ran down the street and up a hillside at the far end of town. He stopped, looked down to Megantic and saw Warren's limp body being carried away.
Donald ran down the other side of the hill, making his way to Sandy Bay on the shore of Lake Megantic. From there he could see Ness Hill and the log cabin. My God, how did it all come to this?
It started in Montana Territory five years earlier when a letter arrived for Donald. It was a mother's plea to come home. He could sense the urgency between the lines buried deep in Gaelic. Returning to Ness Hill above the shimmering waters of Lake Megantic, Donald had looked out over a vastly different landscape from the grassland plains of the West. Here the lush evergreen valleys, the carousing streams of crystal water and the fields of glacial rock aroused sweet memories. But Ness Hill could soon be lost. This farm which Murdo and Sophia Morrison, and their sons and daughters, had carved out of rock and forest over the past twenty-five years was deep in debt, the rocky terrain too unforgiving for the growing of vegetables and grain.
Sophia had often told Donald the story of how they and hundreds of other sheep farmers, or crofters, had emigrated from the Hebrides Isle of Lewis in 1841. All endured a perilous voyage to come to Canada in search of a new life. The Morrison's eventually made their way to Ness Hill in 1855. They were no longer tenant farmers. They cleared the impenetrable forest and rock for just enough land to