Today, August 31, 2010 would have been my father’s 100th birthday. Unfortunately he didn’t make it to 100, but he accomplished a lot in the years he had. As the first municipal park naturalist in the western US, he helped break ground for a lot of us that followed down that path. That path has grown, perhaps even split in a few places over the years. And there’s no doubt this path is sometimes rocky with steep slopes and lots of fascinating twists and turn—but then any curved path holds the most interest.
In the first half of the 20th century the people that interpreted natural history were commonly referred to as naturalists or nature guides, and they often came from a different place than today’s interpreters. The naturalist was often a field scientist, with a detailed knowledge of botany, zoology, geology, paleontology or other formal “ologies.” Colleagues that interpreted cultural history often came from a formal background in history, anthropology, archeology or related disciplines and went by the title of historian. In other words, without the formal discipline of interpretation in that era, naturalists and historians came from other formal academic disciplines. For example, Dr. Loye Miller and Dr. Harold Bryant who initiated interpretive programs for the National Park Service in Yosemite were both zoology professors from UC Berkeley.
My father was cut from that same cloth. He was a talented botanist and ornithologist that started out working as a field scientist and collector for museums like the American Museum of Natural History and the California Academy of Sciences. But there was something different about some of these naturalists. Their mastery of the subject matter was driven by this intense sense of discovery and curiosity, and often fueled an incredible sense of awe about the world around them—the same qualities that create some of our most inspired interpreters. This is perhaps where the path split from the technically proficient naturalists to branch off toward today’s interpreters. My father made that split in the 1940s when he began doing interpretive programs at Lakeside Park in Oakland, California. On a national/international scale we saw people like Rachel Carson, Jacques Cousteau, Aldo Leopold and many others with solid academic credentials turn toward connecting nature to the larger public, following in the footsteps of John Muir and Enos Mills. Parallel efforts brought cultural history and anthropology out of the halls of academia to make cultural heritage meaningful for the larger American public.
I was always a bit disappointed that my father didn’t consider himself an interpreter. He was always at home with any group of birdwatchers or botanists, but felt a little ill at ease at a gathering of contemporary interpreters. I think it may have been that so many of us also have backgrounds in communications, sociology, psychology or other areas of social sciences—perhaps we just seemed like a slightly different species. We’ve certainly added more layers of technology, methodology, research findings and evaluation to the tool kit of today’s interpreter, but our work still revolves around the fundamental relationship of people and resources. Even though many of those formal naturalists or historians can tell spell-binding stories or answer nearly any question you can think of regarding their resource, I always fear we may leave them behind if we’re not careful to acknowledge them as peers and colleagues. They are a big part of our professional heritage and we need to build on their good work, not leave it behind.
I’m willing to bet that wherever you practice, whatever your place or resource may be, there are people that have gone before you that were passionate scientists and historians, that discovered and described the unique nature of your resource. I would urge you to find those people, talk with them (if they’re still alive) or read their work, and dig through the layers of technical information to the deeper sense of discovery that drove their passion. That’s where you can tap into some very real and authentic inspiration to interpret your resource.
As for me, every time I’m looking for a little inspiration I just have to think back to a little boy sitting next to his dad in the hollowed stump of an ancient redwood tree in the Oakland hills, listening to stories of grizzly bears and lumberjacks. We all have a chance to pass that inspiration on to the children that will follow us. If you do it well, perhaps some child out there will celebrate your 100th birthday.
—Jim Covel




















