Chalk at the core of good geology

Chalk at the core of good geology

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Originally published 10 December 2002

I spent my child­hood clap­ping erasers in the play­ground after school.

Fun­ny enough, it was not as pun­ish­ment for mis­be­hav­ior. At my school, the teach­ers had the unusu­al notion that clap­ping erasers was a priv­i­lege to be award­ed to teacher’s pet. And so I sat in clouds of chalk dust, mak­ing pat­terns of white rec­tan­gles on the black­top pave­ment or the red brick walls of the school.

As a teacher now myself, I’ve spent most of my life cov­ered in chalk dust. It’s beyond me how any­one can teach with­out a broad expanse of chalk­board and a box of mul­ti­col­ored chalks. Espe­cial­ly in the phys­i­cal sci­ences, a good chalk dia­gram can con­vey more infor­ma­tion than a thou­sand words deliv­ered from a lectern.

No sci­ence ben­e­fits more from col­ored chalk than geology.

In 1815, a self-taught geol­o­gist named William Smith pub­lished the first geo­log­i­cal map of a siz­able part of the Earth­’s sur­face, the island of Britain. The com­plete map was 8 feet by 6 feet, pub­lished in 16 sep­a­rate sheets. Four hun­dred copies of the map were print­ed, and Smith col­ored many of them by hand himself.

The map is a mul­ti­col­ored thing of beau­ty, and its mak­ing is described in Simon Win­ches­ter’s recent book, The Map That Changed the World. The sto­ry is a good one: How the impov­er­ished son of a black­smith dis­cov­ered more about the rocks of Britain than a pas­sel of uni­ver­si­ty-edu­cat­ed gen­tle­men geologists.

A reduced-size poster of Smith’s map is avail­able from the Liv­er­pool Geo­log­i­cal Soci­ety. Placed side by side with a mod­ern geo­log­i­cal map of Britain, one sees how much Smith got right; the geol­o­gy is almost iden­ti­cal. The mod­ern map also fol­lows the col­or scheme invent­ed by Smith for des­ig­nat­ing dif­fer­ent kinds of rocks.

One of my favorite things to do when I used to teach Earth sci­ence was to take my stu­dents on an imag­i­nary walk across south­ern Eng­land. I drew a mul­ti­col­ored cross-sec­tion across 20 feet of chalk­board, show­ing the ups and downs of the land­scape, the sights we might see along the way, and — using Smith’s map as a guide — the rocks we would find exposed at the sur­face of the Earth.

Then I asked the stu­dents to guess at the three-dimen­sion­al arrange­ment of stra­ta that would explain what we saw on the sur­face. Now the col­ored chalk came out in force, as we drew sweep­ing folds of rock — most­ly sand­stone and mud­stone — ris­ing and falling across the chalk­board. Some of the hypoth­e­sized folds, of course, have long since been erod­ed away.

We end­ed our imag­i­nary walk where William Smith end­ed his remark­able map­ping achieve­ment, with a grand view of the changes that have tak­en place on the sur­face of the Earth over eons of time.

As a finale to this exer­cise, I read the pas­sage from Charles Dar­win’s Ori­gin of Species, in which he describes stand­ing on an escarp­ment near his home in south­ern Eng­land look­ing out over a broad val­ley cre­at­ed by the ero­sion — grain by grain, year by year — of thou­sands of feet of rock.

Dur­ing each of these years,” Dar­win wrote, “over the whole world, the land and the water has been peo­pled by a host of liv­ing forms. What an infi­nite num­ber of gen­er­a­tions, which the mind can­not grasp, must have suc­ceed­ed each oth­er in the long roll of years!”

I had occa­sion recent­ly to share this imag­i­nary walk through south­ern Eng­land with a group of Earth sci­ence teach­ers. I had brought my own box of many-col­ored chalk — those pale water­col­ory hues so famil­iar to geol­o­gists since Smith — to the mid­dle school where we gath­ered, but found to my dis­may no chalkboard.

Instead, as I should have antic­i­pat­ed, the class­room des­ig­nat­ed for our meet­ing was equipped with a small white­board only, and three or four dry erase mark­ers in pri­ma­ry col­ors. For­tu­nate­ly, a teacher from the school led us off to a room in the base­ment with what may have been — for all I know — the last real chalk­board in America.

We had a grand time, walk­ing the walk, chok­ing in chalk dust.

I guess I retired from teach­ing just in time. There’s no way I could get used to dry erase mark­ers. The col­ors are not sub­tle, and you can’t turn a mark­er on its side to fill in broad expans­es of col­or. And — well, there’s just some­thing about teach­ing sci­ence in a cloud of par­tic­u­late mat­ter, a good dusty reminder of the mate­ri­al­i­ty of the uni­verse we are describing.

In 1868, Dar­win’s cham­pi­on, Thomas Hux­ley, gave a lec­ture to the work­ing­men of Nor­wich, Eng­land, titled On a Piece of Chalk, that has come down to us as a mas­ter­piece of sci­en­tif­ic expo­si­tion. Nor­wich sits on a chalky stra­tum, and from a piece of the local geol­o­gy Hux­ley teased out a tale of the geo­log­i­cal and bio­log­i­cal evo­lu­tion of the Earth over the “long roll of years.”

One won­ders what sort of sto­ry he might have made with a dry erase marker?

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