On the 6th of August in 1774, a slight woman from Manchester, England, arrived in America at New York Harbor with a small band of followers. Her name was Ann Lee, but her followers called her Mother Ann. They called themselves the United Society of Believers in Christ’s Second Appearing, but they became known as Shaking Quakers, a derogatory name given to them by outsiders to describe the whirling and sometimes frenetic dances that were part of their worship. They embraced the name and began referring to themselves as Shakers, and following their arrival in America, the Shaker movement gained momentum. Shaker communities sprouted up throughout New England and west into Ohio, Indiana, and Kentucky. A short lived community was founded even in Florida.
The Shakers became well known for a foundation of their belief that was handed down to them by their founder, Mother Ann: “Hands to work and hearts to God.” This concept made itself manifest in the products the Shakers created, and they became well known for the clean, simple design of their furniture, oval boxes, and poplar ware, and for the exquisite quality of all of their products: not just furniture but also garden seeds, cloaks, confections, and more. They also became known for their progressive and egalitarian ways, referring to God as Mother/Father and giving women leadership roles in each Shaker Community.
In the summer of 1996, I had the privilege of working with the sole remaining active Shaker Community in the country. In the world, actually. It’s at Sabbathday Lake, Maine, in a town called New Gloucester. The spiritual name of the Community is Chosen Land, and to be there, you sense it really is a chosen land. Seth grew up right near there, and that summer, he worked as a tour guide while I worked as an intern in the Print Shop, alongside Brother Arnold Hadd. We printed a biography of Deacon James Holmes, the first printer at Chosen Land, who, in the early 1800s, when he was in his eighties, received a gift of metal type… and then decided the only logical thing to do was to build himself a printing press and teach himself to print. My kind of guy.
Brother Arnold and I labored at this all summer long, always keeping in mind Mother Ann’s words. But on the Sixth of August, Brother Arnold asked if Seth and I would come to dinner and stay for Meeting, for it was, as he called it, “the Glorious Sixth.” We accepted, along with a few other close friends of the Community.
Dinner was wonderful, but this is nothing unusual: every Shaker meal I’ve experienced has been hearty and delicious. After dinner, as the sun began to sink low in the west, we gathered ourselves up and our own small band made its way across the street, from the Dwelling House to the 1794 Meeting House. We took our seats, the Brothers and Seth and me and other men of the world on one side of the room, the Sisters and women of the world on the other. Meeting began and progressed as it always does, with Bible readings and set Shaker songs, and especially, on this night, a song about Mother Ann’s crossing of the Atlantic that begins with “At Manchester in England, this blessed fire began…” And then, testimonies and Shaker spirituals that come from the heart of anyone who wishes to speak up or sing.
Gradually, twilight filled the Meeting House. And as it grew darker, the most amazing thing happened, for me, at least… and to this day I remember distinctly the way the fading light played tricks in my mind as I watched the Sisters sitting across from me and how I could see so many different faces in their own faces, as if the Shakers from the past were there with us, too. Considering the spirit present that night in that sacred space, they probably were.
Celebrating this evening with the Shakers was one of the great privileges of my life, and I know it may very well be the one and only time I get to do so. It was, most certainly, one of the most moving experiences of my life. And so each year this magical date appears on our Convivio Book of Days calendar. Most people read this annual entry and don’t know or care what to make of it, but I mark the day quietly, and I think of my Shaker Family at Chosen Land warmly, especially as night falls upon the land, as all those Shaker Brethren and Sisters from the ages come to visit their old Chosen Land.
Image: Two buildings at Chosen Land (the Boy’s Shop and the Spin House), with the rolling hills of New Gloucester beyond.
We support the Sabbathday Lake Shaker Community by purchasing the herbal teas and culinary herbs that we sell at the Convivio Bookworks website from them. The Community first began selling herbs and teas in metal tins in the 1860s. To walk into the Herb Department in the Sister’s Shop is intoxicating: The very air is spiced with herbs.
Thank you John. That was so beautiful and moving. I am so glad you shared this.
What a lovely memory to treasure! Yes, I think you were blessed to be able to attend. Thank you for sharing such an intimate experience. Sends me off into my day with a tranquil spirit.
While reading this entry, I was overcome by a peaceful, warm feeling. What a blessing for you to attend the meeting and you are a blessing to us by sharing your experience.
Thanks for sharing such a colorful memory. For me, it’s like a glimpse into a different world.
a fine memory, and very precious. i love how you describe the twilight moment of gathering the shaker souls…or whatever it was. doesn’t matter, the spirit was rich and loving. you remind me of my interest in shaker handwork, poplar cloth, design. this summer i happened along a northern vermont town just after the poplars (or popple as we northerners call it) lost their seed fibers–it looked like suds along the sidewalks. i gathered a bagful and just last week we made it into paper at the morgan in cleveland. another sort of “poplar cloth”.
You have such a beautiful way with words and expressing yourself. The Meeting House no doubt holds the essence of all those who have gone before. It is a very special place.
The circular saw blade was invented by a Shaker woman at her spinning wheel who watched workers using a straight hand saw to cut wood outside her window. A creativity burst.
Thank you so much for this beautiful image and memory.
I purchased a few items of theirs in my Copperman’s day order. I wasn’t aware it was the last group of Shakers (I saw a lovely older PBS documentary on the movement several years ago. Such progressive thinking and sensible. But of course they’re thought of as “old fashioned”.)
I have enjoyed my tinned salad dressing mix and cinnamon in just about everything. I’m sure the way I have to mix things isn’t how they would, but I appreciate the freedom to (I can’t consume dairy, protein allergy) but the freedom to be able to make the dill salad how I can eat it is fantastic. The tins are filled to bursting and just fantastic. It will take me ages to make it though, but I look forward to being able to reuse them when done. I cherish the metal image of the smell of that workshop. It must be a full body experience.
Thank you again for sharing. Powerful.
Haing had a connection with Sabbathday lake since the early 1970’s has been one of the rewarding things of my Life also I drove by the Village this very day on the way to the City on business from Home. Some years ago when My cousin and I decided that our busy lifes and his last child going to college would be the end of our Sheep raising.. We gave our few precious Sheep to the Sisters and Arnold knowing that there they would live out their lives peacefully and loved. That is the Shaker way Peace Love and Joy.
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Thank you so much for letting us share, in a small way, this amazing experience. You described it with such love and humility; recognizing how others worship and choose to believe. Grateful that you remember this day and mark it with a post.
What a wonderful moment to share with us. Thanks