For many years I have heard horror stories about the treatment of the collection at the Charleston United Daughters of the Confederacy Museum. I had hoped that the reports were over exaggerated. They in fact were not.
The room that houses the collection is on the top floor of an old humid building at the upper end of the Old Market. The walls of the room house large 10-12 foot windows that allow in a tremendous amount of light even with the “protective shades” over them. Unfortunately the light not only contributes to the damage of the delicate items, it also allows the visitor the chance to see just how poorly the historical items are displayed and stored. Jackets, including what appear to be two from the Charleston Depot, are folded and stuffed onto shelves or hung in simple curio cabinets without climate control or protection from the light and insects.
Several beautiful battle flags with their honors attached hang pressed between glass in front of windows or sit folded in display cases. There are kepis, slouch hats, shoes, knapsacks, and every other personal item you can imagine scattered about the room in a mixture of cases and cabinets, not one of which is temperature, moister, or light protected.
It was terribly upsetting to see these treasures that were trusted to the UDC to preserve and protect slowly rotting away before my eyes, but the worst was yet to come.
When I approached the “director” of the museum and asked if there was any desire on the part of the UDC to procure funds for preservation I was told that their collection was “perfectly protected already.” The director said that all the cases in the museum were already temperature controlled and that the blinds blocked the light from the collection. She also said that the room’s air conditioning prevented any damage from the Charleston humidity.
I almost fainted as I felt my blood pressure surge, but I composed myself and politely pointed out that none, not a single one, of the cases were climate controlled and that in fact some of them had cracks in the doors. I also expressed my deepest concern over the fact that the flags were daily being bleached by the sun pouring in through the large windows.
I was informed by the director that she had been in charge of the museum for fifty-two years and that she had no intention of changing the way she did things. When asked who had told her that the cases were climate controlled she nastily responded, “That’s none of your business.”
Therefore these priceless items are being left to slowly waste away not due to a lack of funds or to a lack of interest in raising such funds but due to the ignorance and ego of one old bitter lady.
I left the museum with my blood boiling. Those that know me well know that I very rarely ever get upset or show any anger in public, but this has enraged me and I feel that I must do all that I can to help save what is left of this great collection.
Therefore, I am asking for any suggestion from those of you in the preservation community on how best to proceed. I know that the UDC can be difficult to deal with at times and I know that several kindhearted historians in the Charleston area have taken up this fight before just to run into the same director and her unwillingness to change or to accept financial assistance for preservation. I plan to contact the UDC national office and address my concern to their president. I also hope to discuss the situation with our local and state officials. What else can we as a preservation community do to get the ball rolling?
Thanks for your time. I would appreciate any thoughts.
The room that houses the collection is on the top floor of an old humid building at the upper end of the Old Market. The walls of the room house large 10-12 foot windows that allow in a tremendous amount of light even with the “protective shades” over them. Unfortunately the light not only contributes to the damage of the delicate items, it also allows the visitor the chance to see just how poorly the historical items are displayed and stored. Jackets, including what appear to be two from the Charleston Depot, are folded and stuffed onto shelves or hung in simple curio cabinets without climate control or protection from the light and insects.
Several beautiful battle flags with their honors attached hang pressed between glass in front of windows or sit folded in display cases. There are kepis, slouch hats, shoes, knapsacks, and every other personal item you can imagine scattered about the room in a mixture of cases and cabinets, not one of which is temperature, moister, or light protected.
It was terribly upsetting to see these treasures that were trusted to the UDC to preserve and protect slowly rotting away before my eyes, but the worst was yet to come.
When I approached the “director” of the museum and asked if there was any desire on the part of the UDC to procure funds for preservation I was told that their collection was “perfectly protected already.” The director said that all the cases in the museum were already temperature controlled and that the blinds blocked the light from the collection. She also said that the room’s air conditioning prevented any damage from the Charleston humidity.
I almost fainted as I felt my blood pressure surge, but I composed myself and politely pointed out that none, not a single one, of the cases were climate controlled and that in fact some of them had cracks in the doors. I also expressed my deepest concern over the fact that the flags were daily being bleached by the sun pouring in through the large windows.
I was informed by the director that she had been in charge of the museum for fifty-two years and that she had no intention of changing the way she did things. When asked who had told her that the cases were climate controlled she nastily responded, “That’s none of your business.”
Therefore these priceless items are being left to slowly waste away not due to a lack of funds or to a lack of interest in raising such funds but due to the ignorance and ego of one old bitter lady.
I left the museum with my blood boiling. Those that know me well know that I very rarely ever get upset or show any anger in public, but this has enraged me and I feel that I must do all that I can to help save what is left of this great collection.
Therefore, I am asking for any suggestion from those of you in the preservation community on how best to proceed. I know that the UDC can be difficult to deal with at times and I know that several kindhearted historians in the Charleston area have taken up this fight before just to run into the same director and her unwillingness to change or to accept financial assistance for preservation. I plan to contact the UDC national office and address my concern to their president. I also hope to discuss the situation with our local and state officials. What else can we as a preservation community do to get the ball rolling?
Thanks for your time. I would appreciate any thoughts.
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