Thursday, September 24, 2015

Boston, Massachusettes



September 20 - 22
Sunday - Tues

The real fun of this trip is catching up with friends and relatives. Weekends are the best times to do this for folks who are still working.  Work, the curse of the eating class.


In Auburndale, near Boston, Leanne and Rene were snuggling with their darling daughters on this Sunday morning.









Their large new 3K square foot home is one of several on a large lot.

It has been happening all over in this neighborhood of one acre lots.
The older homes are bought by contractors who erect several large homes on the large lots.



 Would you be able to turn down a contractor's offer of several million dollars if you inherited a large old home?!


David and Jane are in Dover on a wooded one acre lot, the kind we Californians are so envious of.

Their two little ones scampered into the Doodle and had to be dragged out when lunch was ready.
They would have joined me in an instant if they could have stowed away.


Deciding what to see next, and looking thru my Massachusettes folder I find that most of the articles I've saved relate to places Bob and I saw when we were here in 2001 for a few weeks on the East coast. We did most of Boston, The Freedom Trail, Harvard Square, the Cheers Bar, the Old North Church, Paul Revere's home, Boston Commons with the Swan Boats.


Boston waking up at 6 a.m.
What I hadn't seen was the MFA, Boston's wonderful 
Museum of Fine Arts.
Researched on line to find an open parking lot near the museum, since the Doodle is too tall for a parking garage and there aren't many open parking lots, land being too valuable.
To be sure of finding a space, I thought it best to be there first thing in the morning when they  opened at 6 a.m.   
So I drove in from the campground in Littleton, 18 miles away at 5 a.m.  And I was not alone on the freeway, with plenty of commuters already on the road.


The Museum of Fine Arts was built in 1870
 with an American wing added in 2010.

While waiting for it to open I said a happy anniversary to Bob.
Today is our 53rd wedding anniversary. Left some of his ashes under the trees on the side.



Decided to take four different free one hour guided tours given by docents in the areas of  Art of the Ancient World, Art of the Americas, European Art and the Contemporary Collection.





No artist is more identified with the MFA than John Singer Sargent, American, 1856 - 1925.
No fewer than 500 of his works are in the museum.



This rotunda and its paintings are his. They are made to look like frescoes but are painted on cloth and were to be installed under his supervision.
 He died the day before leaving to go to America for the installation.









In the courtyard restaurant is  Dale Chihuly's large lime green  glass
Icesicle Tower from 2011.

In the winter with snow outside and the skylights overhead it is spectacularly lit up.





This scene of Venice by Tintoretto was meant to be a postcard for wealthy patrons who had been on the Grand Tour to display in their home to show what they had seen.

In reality all of the buildings in the picture couldn't have been seen from the artist's view.
Artists even then were saavy marketers of their work.
Slave Ship  1840

This by Turner looks like a colorful scene until it's examined up close and you can see the bodies and chains in the water.

Slavery was outlawed in England in 1833 and as Turner got older  made no secret of his antislavery view.




This painting was based on the true story of the slave ship Zong, whose captain, in 1781, had thrown overboard sick and dying slaves so that he could collect insurance money available only for slaves "lost at sea". Turner's painting shows the horror of the event.
Turner was English and lived from 1775 - 1851. A film biography came out last year called Mr. Turner which received three Oscar nominations.




In the Art of the Ancient World exhibit,  this fancy dressed mummy was the wife of a baker. By 1000 BC common folk could also be mummified.








Inside the wooden caskets were drawings of all the necessary items they would be taking to the afterlife.

Apparently flip flops filled the bill.






In the 1980's the MFA did not own a Georgia O'Keefe, who had become quite well known. So a representative went to her home in New Mexico to look into acquiring one.
The artist went into her bedroom and came out with the Gardenia painting on the right, saying "Will this do?" The museum is thrilled to have the painting that had been hanging over her bed.

John Singer Sargent's The Daughters of Edward Darley Boit, 1881 was painted when Sargent was only 26 years old.
The two older girls in the background could not be less interested. The 14 year old on the left refuses to even look at the artist.
The blue vases on each side are the ones in the painting.





Who knew sharks had lips?!













Paul Revere, 1768 by John Singleton Copley

Paul Revere was already an accomplished silversmith at 33 years old when this portrait was done.
Instead of painting Revere in formal clothes, as most of the upper classes of the day,  Copley shows him wigless and ready for work.
Altho I doubt he would have been working seriously on that highly polished table in the portrait

Because of the informality of the portrait of her father, Revere's youngest daughter was so ashamed of the painting she kept it in her attic until the museum acquired it.









This display room reminds me of the Rubens room at the Louvre.







And lastly, but most certainly least is Andy Warhol's urine painting in the Contemporary Gallery.


During the late 70's, Warhol asked friends to urinate over canvases freshly coated with copper paint.
The uric acid oxidezed the copper, creating green drips and patterns.
The work makes fun of Jackson Pollock's action paintings of throwing paint at canvas in the 1950s.

And the use of urine suggests Marcel Duchamp's famous use of a urinal as a work of art in the 1920s.

Finally, art has gone too far.
 I can only imagine what is coming.









Leaving Boston at 4:30 p.m., it took 2 hours to arrive at Foxboro 28 miles away where I spent the night in the fanciest RV Park so far.












$55 per night, about $10 more than I normally spend








It was too early the next morning to go for a swim





No problem getting a spot anywhere now that school is back in session





Saturday, September 19, 2015

Ossipee, New Hampshire

Sept 18 - 19
Friday

Left the campground and drove thru Brimfield, MA thinking of the Keno brothers on the Antiques Roadshow and how they always say that Brimfield is the best place in New England to find antiques. What they don't say is that there are only 3 shows a year there and the last one was last week.
 I missed it.  

But hundreds of tents were still set up on both sides of the road thru this tiny village, showing just how huge this week long show is.










As I was leaving Brimfield the campground called to say I had left my levelers behind at the campsite. Damn! How could I have not felt driving down off of them? 


I didn't feel the flat tire the other day either. After 3 months of driving all day is my ass dead?!
I guess I can say ass, it's my blog.

So drove back 9 miles to retrieve them and from now on will put their bag on the electric cord, if I can remember.



 Passed near Sturbridge Village but didn't stop as Bob and I had seen it a few years ago. There are many New England sites I'll not be repeating. Life is too short to repeat things.
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The latent hippie in me did want to see Woodstock, NY, the site of the 1969 rock concert.  But learned too late it isn't in Woodstock. It was back in White Lake, NY which I had already passed. Thought of going back but there is a limit to how far I will drive to see an empty field. There is a museum there......

Coming into Ossipee, NH I stopped at the post office to ask if anyone knew the address of Nelson's Hilltop Farm. I was on a quest to find it for friends Bud and Sandy in California who hadn't seen it since it was sold a number of years ago. It had been in the family for a century, and they used to go there as kids for the summer with grandparents. The post office people were too young but suggested I call the Town Recorder who thought maybe it was off of Pork Hill Road.
 Will look further tomorrow.



Stayed at this great KOA










where the traditional Saturday morning pancake breakfast was happening 










and the dog group was gathered for coffee.

I love the guy with the Bassett on his lap










And this little Schitzu I would have stolen if I thought I could have gotten away with it.









Drove to the old village of Ossipee where a Town Hall meeting was taking place.










Knowing New Hampshire's reputation for predicting presidential outcomes from their primaries, I had  to stop in for a listen.

The hot topic today was a zoning issue. Of the people I asked about the Nelson farm, most were from out of the area with summer homes there.


Except Susan, who overheard me asking and said she knew the place. I would find it at #3 Beach Pond Road off Pork Hill. At last a real address for GYPSY.
Nelson's Hilltop Farm

She was right on. I had seen a picture of it many years ago.

No one seemed to be home so I poked around and took a few pictures, hoping no one came out with a shotgun.

Mission accomplished.




Excitement in New Jersey

Sept 17 - 19

Spent my birthday doing almost nothing. Perfect. Stayed in the campground until almost noon, then drove only an hour or so to another rv park in Pennsylvania, hooked up electric, poured myself a glass of wine and put my feet up. Looked at all the birthday greetings people sent online, answered a few phone calls and texts.   73 is OK.....

Missing Bobbie with me, especially hearing her singing Patsy Cline's  Lovesick Blues, complete with yodeling.  Who knew she had that range?!  
Am  realizing I only have 6 weeks to finish seeing the north east before the snow flies. Already seeing the leaves changing color a bit.


Checked out the historic Bedford Springs Hotel on the way across Pennsylvania.

It was remodeled recently but still retains that wonderful feeling of authenticity.






 Woolrich, PA

This 1820 cabin was moved to this spot in Woolrich Park  for the 100th anniversary of the Woolrich Mills in 1930. 

Of course I had to make a stop at the Woolrich retail outlet next door.

There's nothing like a Woolrich jacket in cold weather.





Kitty corner across PA in the north east corner is Roseto,  famous for the fact that in the first half of the 1900s the Italian community here had almost no heart disease or blood pressure problems.

This small town of modest homes is a testament to a time when life was simpler and healthier.  Written up in medical journals as a place for a stress free life, I had to stop and have a big Italian lunch of pasta.
 Found the addresses of several local cafes and set my GPS.  Upon arriving found the businesses closed.  Local Becky was out delivering Meals on Wheels. She said there were no more cafes in town, only a bakery now. Stopped there for a meat pie, like an inside out Pizza, to go. The owner said the town has now caught up with the rest of the country in health concerns, and maybe has even more stress with many businesses in town closing.

Crossing a part of New Jersey, I had been on a rough county road for a bit with everything shaking around in the Doodlebug.  Then I got on a turnpike and things were still rattling.
Just as I thought I should get off and see what was going on, BLAM!, a  blowout on my right rear tire!

I was in the fast lane with a wide emergency lane, so pulled over but cars and 18 wheelers were whizzing by at 70 mph. Called AAA for a tow (there was no room to change it there).  AAA told me I wasn't covered for towing because I was a motorhome and didn't have Premium coverage. I told them when I bought the insurance they knew the kind of vehicle I had. She said California coverage was different than other states. I asked for a supervisor just as two highway patrol cars pulled up behind me with lights flashing. I told them what AAA said and they said they had already called a tow for me as I was in a dangerous place and just needed to get off the freeway.


I was towed a few minutes away to Riverdale, NJ where I went down the street to Karen's Country Kitchen while the tire was being replaced.










It was shredded.









At the cafe I had lunch with these nice folks.
Jack insisted on buying my tuna sandwich so I would "think well of New Jersey".

Owner Karen, waitress Debbie, customers Judy and Jack

Judy is my same age, my twin.
We compared life stories.
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Another celebrity photo op, this time with
 an early Bob's Big Boy
in front of the cafe


$395 later I was on the road again:

tow $162
tire $186
labor

State Farm will pay the tow and I will deal with AAA

It was scary but not as scary as posting that picture of the real me with the American Gothic painting in the Chicago Art Institute.

Stayed that night in the Catskills, the home of the movie
Dirty Dancing.

 A bit of excitement today and I know it won't be the last.




Thursday, September 17, 2015

Richmond, Indiana - my home town

Sept 5 - 15



It was like going back in time to be in Richmond, Indiana where the family left in 1961.
I was about to be a kid again.


Grandma Platfoot's home where my Mom grew up. Spent many happy times here.
 The present owner invited us in for more memories.


                  
 Grandma Puthoff's home on 8th St. sadly neglected now.

She volunteered in St. Andrew's School cafeteria a few blocks away until just two months before she passed away at 84.

Parts of this town of 33K people are struggling due to the economy and other parts are thriving.






       This place is a twin of the house I grew up in that has now been torn down. A 200 year old Dutch Colonial. Gone.









           Lots of green, that's grass --- caused by WATER. 

Homes with acres of lawn. One of Richmond's most successful early businesses was a lawn mover production company where my Dad  got his early tool design experience.




US Hwy 40 aka National Road

President Thomas Jefferson decreed a National Road to link East and West in the country.

National Road came thru Richmond in 1816 when the city was just 11 years old.








Richmond's History Museum is full of inventions by local people:  farm machinery, autos, recording equipment, etc. showing why Richmond for much of the 1900's was the wealthiest city in Indiana per capita.

  The owner of that lawn mower factory ordered his engineer to come up with a design for an auto "because everybody's doing it".  He did and it became the 15th make of auto produced here in the teens.




St. Mary's Church and school where I attended grades 1 - 4





















Holy Family Church and school
grades 7 - 8





Bobbie and I took the walking tour of downtown.



Or what remains of it
after an explosion in a gun shop in 1968 took out an entire block and bad remodels took care of some of the other old buildings.







We moved to Calif in 1961 so missed all the excitement.

Today's downtown isn't as interesting. 

My favorite place was the Neff and Neusbaum shoe store where we got our feet x-rayed every chance we got. It's a wonder we have feet now.

The classy Knollenberg's Dept Store had a system of pneumatic tubes that went shooting up to the office and returned with your change. It's a recycle clothing shop now.

 Bobbie is a knitter and liked the yarn shop which is sponsoring a "Yarn Bomb" contest where knitters cover trees, bicycles, and anything visible with a sweater of yarn.



Notice the little knitted bees in this yarn bomb.
 Cool!




















      Bobbie surprised me with an early birthday present....a knitted garland of flowers for the Doodle!
                    Bobbie and I camped at the Stone Quarry in New Paris for a night.  We used to swim here as kids. The water so cool and clear, no man made pool is as good.



            Bobbie could have stayed all day just floatin'.

I jumped off the diving board like I used to and nearly drowned, forgot to blow out as I entered the water!






              
That night we made Som'ores at the campsite using pink peeps left from Easter.

Peeps-on-a-stick marshmallow roast. 

PETA people would flip!  Roasted Peeps.
I can only imagine the psychic damage to Girl Scouts.

They were yummy!













Back driveway surfing at Carol Sue's country place in New Paris, Ohio


It was good to see the cousins and do all the things you do when you visit relatives ---eat their food, use their shower, do the laundry, and sit and visit for hours.







This is Carol Sue's grandson, Dalton's, Gr. Pyrenees puppy named Poseidon, Po for short.
Hope you don't mind, Lori, but I gave the stuffed white dog you gave me for the trip to Po. It had done it's job keeping me safe.
Po on the left, stuffed toy on right





   

Po loves his stuffed toy.










As I was leaving Carol Sue decided she needed a puppy, too. Zeus will be a playmate for Po.
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Turner cousins in beautiful St. Andrews Church.
Ken, Jim, Joan and friend and Aunt in back row.







Stone bridges in Glenn Miller Park built by the CCC during the Depression in the 30s.

No, Lisa, CCC does not mean
cousins, corn, Carol Sue









This natural spring at the park is a popular watering hole
 like the fountains in Rome. 


The Historic Depot District around the old train depot has been restored with wonderful murals.

Built in 1902 by famous architect Daniel Bumham, it was empty for 30 years until recently restored and is now available for lease. It would make a great restaurant.
The building just to the right has a train mural.









I had to look twice to be sure this mural wasn't a real train.














Many of the warehouses have been converted to restaurants and antique shops.

Check out the murals on the building next to the patio of the Fire House BBQ and Blues Restaurant.





You know how when you go back to someplace you knew as a kid and everything seems smaller than you remember?  The Wayne County Court House seems larger than I remember. It is enormous!

Richmond became incorporated in 1806 and the courthouse was built in Romanesque Revival style in 1893.





Richmond was well known in the early to mid 1900s as a recording studio for stars like Gene Autry,  Hoagy Carmichael, and Louie Armstrong. 

Ken Burns documentary on Jazz music devoted a large section to Richmond's recording studio, Genet and Starr Records.
















Richmond Senior High where I graduated in 1960 with almost 500 classmates.
Our 55th reunion was held last week.

My favorite memory is Journalism class when Mr. Garrett asked for someone to interview presidential candidate John Kennedy who was in town to speak  at Holy Family School. He wanted an article for the Register, our high school newspaper, on Kennedy's  proposal for young people, the Peace Corps. I volunteered because it was my parish.   I took my Brownie camera, which turned out to have no film, stood in the reception line, shook his hand, and sat to hear his speech. Someone announced he had laryngitis and his speech would be delivered by someone else, so no interview. I think he was really saving his voice for his next big stop, Indianapolis.  Not really disappointed in the way it turned out because at the time he was just another politician.
No, that was not the beginning of my stalking famous people.

Indiana is known for basketball, but Richmond didn't win the state title until 1992, unlike Milan, the tiny school of 161 students who won in 1954.  The movie Hoosiers was made about them.


Reunion committee at Chuck's Sports Bar







                                                                                        Me, Bonnie, Jack, Bill, Linda, Glee Ann


In the 5th grade Barbara and I used to take a sack lunch and ride our bikes out on the country roads all day Saturday in the summer.
We just had to be "home by dark".

 

It was fun catching up with friends at the reunion like Martha, middle, and Sharon and Denis on the right.  None are in the Witness Protection Program (yet) so I had permission to use their photos.

It turns out you can go home again, but home is different and so are you.  And that's a good thing.  Otherwise it would be Groundhog Day every day over and over again.
Home can only live in your memory of the way it used to be.