This morning is different. The beautiful monarch butterflies that accompany me on my drive in are few. Though the fear of hitting these alluring creatures has faded, I can’t help but miss the rising sun radiating from their fluttering wings. I am aware that a migration for survival is necessary. I smile at the thought of a border-less journey and know Mexico welcomes their triumphant return. In our culture, they are the souls of loved ones passed, and they arrive just in time for their lives to be honored with Dia de Los Muertos celebrations.
Photograph by Xochitl Santillan Reyna
I continue to process the papers of Curtis G. Benjamin. I take note of how the little organization that existed has faded. The folders within the boxes are no more, and I encounter different business documents across multiple subjects combined with personal papers. I am further taken by surprise when I locate a blank insurance form folded in half, receipts and a pencil within. I can’t help but think, “This is out of character for you, C.G.B.” Clearly, this is unfinished business. Throughout the collection I have encountered photographs and letters from family and loved ones and find myself thinking of them as I attempt to piece together his dispersed narrative. I am nearing an end, and I anticipate C.G.B. nears a new beginning. My thoughts appeared to be confirmed when I stumbled across an invocation titled, A prayer for the aging. I’m not certain if C.G.B. authored this piece, but I sense he too anticipated a new beginning. Perhaps one as a monarch butterfly.
Accession No. 87-129; Papers of Curtis G. Benjamin
Butterfly clipart: worldartsme.com/monarch-butterfly-clipart.html#gal_post_5963_monarch-butterfly-clipart-1.jpg
A month ago my partner, our three chihuahuas, and I made the trek from Oregon to The Old Pueblo. Having lived in other Arizona cities for most of our lives we were excited for our Southwest return. Though only away for a short time, I realized I longed for the Southwest-scape when somewhere in California the luscious green hills evolved into a beautiful mountainous desertscape. When we arrived in Tucson we were greeted by a monsoon storm and unimaginable colors depicted only by a desert bloom. At a short distance away picturesque mountains touched the sky and a javelina pack enjoyed the vegetation. It was a sight dearly missed and it became evident more beauty and adventure lay ahead.
My first month with Special Collections has been equally as welcoming as the greeting received by nature on our first day. I am processing the papers of Curtis G. Benjamin, a University of Arizona graduate, author, and publisher who held multiple positions with McGraw Hill Inc., including that of President. I am weeks in and enjoying identifying the concepts discussed in my courses and analyzing how they come to life in the documents. At the same time, I am witnessing the book publishing industry make history in the U.S. through the historical mergers and acquisitions documented by Curtis G. Benjamin. Through the documents, I am witnessing the expansion of McGraw Hill’s international relations, and I sense the publishing industry’s concern for conglomerates taking root. Through the perspective of C.G.B., as I have come to refer to him, I am able to view some of the thought processes behind partnerships and published works that exist today. The work taking place within Special Collections leaves me feeling inspired daily. How could I not be inspired? It is truly a place of enchantments!