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The Thaumaturgy Department
Main Entry: thau·ma·turg
Pronunciation: \ˈthȯ-mə-ˌtərj\
Function: noun
Etymology: French, from New Latin thaumaturgus, from Greek thaumatourgos working miracles, from thaumat-, thauma miracle + ergon work — more at Theater, Work

The official blog of the Dramaturgy Department at Baltimore's CENTERSTAGE. For posts related to our current and upcoming shows, click the links to the right. Alternatively, you could begin at the beginning, and explore our posts in chronological order.
Migrant Workers During the Great Depression in Florida (via Florida Memory Project - Migrant Workers During the Great Depression in Florida)
“Work Life in the Camps and Swamps of Florida”
Hurston’s history with life in Southern Florida was not confined to her childhood in Eatonville or her various literary efforts. When she attended Columbia University in the 1920s, Hurston was tutored by anthropologist Franz Boaz. Her knowledge of anthropology was incorporated in the 1930s when she worked for the Federal Writers Project during the Great Depression collecting African-American folklore. Her patroness, Charlotte Osgood Mason, funded an anthropological journey to southern Florida, Haiti, Jamaica, and the Bahamas. In those places, Hurston collected a wealth of folklore through songs, dance, customs, traditions, and cultural norms during her anthropological research trips. (via Zora Neale Hurston & Polk County » Work Life in the Camps and Swamps of Florida)
Florida author Zora Neale Hurston described the mass burial in her 1937 novel Their Eyes Were Watching God: “… Don’t let me ketch none uh y’all dumpin’ white folks, and don’t be wastin’ no boxes on colored,” a guard in the book says. “They’s too hard tuh git ahold of right now.”
In life, they helped turn a South Florida swamp into a booming tropical mecca. In death, they were pitched into a trench, and left to be ignored for three-quarters of a century, neglected and nearly forgotten for almost three-quarters of a decade. Lord, Somebody Got Drowned on Vimeo