Showing posts with label museum. Show all posts
Showing posts with label museum. Show all posts

Friday, October 25, 2013

Our Great Adventure (prelude)

Several years ago I had the occasion of spending a night in New York.  I had never really had an interest in going there but on this occasion I had missed a connecting flight by 8 hours, was literally dead on my feet and just wanted to go home.  There wouldn't be another connecting flight until the next morning at 7:30 at a different airport, so I would have to spend what was left of the night in NYC.  

To make a long story short, there was a cab driver whose first language was NOT English, he didn't want to take my party to the hotel that the airline was willing to pay for, but he was being forced to by the NY transit representative.  He was told that he could either take us or get at the back of the long line of taxis.  He argued but finally relented.  He was mean and nasty, cursing at us in his native tongue during the entire trip and once we arrived at the designated hotel, he continued his miserable tirade to the bell captain who promptly reported him to the transit authority.  


Needless to say, this colored my impression of NY.  The next morning as we were stumbling around after a few hours of sleep, trying gather our belongings to leave for the airport I told my daughter, "Be sure you get all of your things because I don't plan to come back to NY for ANYTHING!"

That was in 1996 and that statement remained in force until October 15, 2013 when the only man on earth who could have convinced me to do something I didn't want to do wanted to take me to NY to all of the Art Museums as his birthday gift.  At first I was shocked and repulsed but then I remembered all of the art that I would see.... the food.... Broadway.... all of the positive things that New York has to offer.  

I agreed to go.  

We did so many things, saw so many places and ate so much good food... it's going to take several installments to tell you all about it so stay tuned!

Saturday, October 5, 2013

October 2013 part 2


It's hard to believe that you can live near a place most of your life, go there every day for 4 years, live within 5 blocks of it but still , you've never taken the tour.  This was true for me and my much beloved Old Salem.  I grew up in Winston-Salem and as a child my daddy would drive through Old Salem on our way to visit family when there weren't interstates and freeways.  What I remember most about Old Salem at that time was that instead of stop signs, there were these rubber signs fastened to the road that so that they would stand up about 12 to 18 inches.  They had the word "STOP" painted on them with white letters. The rubber would flex as the car drove over them.  There was also this really beautiful building there that said "Salem College" across the top and I just felt this real connection with it...but I digress.


Well, last Saturday was finally the day... I had no excuses. Being a double Scots Irish, I'm known as Kathy "Frugal" Blanchard, and even though as a Salem student, I could have taken the tour at half price, I was still too parsimonious (that sounds much better than "cheap" doesn't it) to go.  But last Saturday the Smithsonian was behind a program encouraging various museums across the United States to allow free admission for one person and their guest.  How on earth could I turn that down?


We ate an early lunch and picked up our tickets at the Welcome Center and made an appointment for a guided tour of the Museum of Early Southern Decorative Art (MESDA).  We started our self guided tour with the Timothy Vogler Gunsmith Shop (1831) and were learned there that the average income for a Salem resident was equal to about $25 a month.   The next stop was the 1784 Salem Tavern (George Washington slept here), then went to the tavern barn.  Next was the Blum house and print shop.  This particular print shop printed the Blum's Almanac, the same one that Daddy always insisted that we use.  The front of the almanac is almost an exact replica of the one printed there from 1815 - 1854.  Within the print shop was a collection of embroidery from young ladies who attended Salem Academy during the early years.  The work was just lovely and so delicate!

Next on the list was the Single Brother's House (1769).  We learned that wthin the Moravian Church, everyone was divided up into "choirs" - not to be confused with singing choirs (although they did sing, in fact music was and is very important to them), but small living and study groups called choirs.  The choirs were set up according to age, gender and marital status. During the week they lived, worked and studied with their choir and on Sunday they all worshiped together. If you visit a Moravian cemetery you'll find it arranged in blocks/choirs.  Husbands and wives are not buried side by side but with their gender and marital status.  

The Single Sister's house sat across the square from the Single Brothers house.  It has been refurbished and is partially used by the college.  

Next stop was the Miksch Gardens and House (1771).  It was a 2 room house - one room was the kitchen and the other room was the everything else room.  The guide in there was sewing.  She said that they have various chores that they do each day and at different times of the day (cooking, washing, sewing, etc,) just like the folks living in the 1700s.  

Since we have shopped in Old Salem, there was no need to go to the stores and bakery so we went along to the Doctor's residence.  It contained the family living space as well as the apothecary.  We were lucky that the Home Moravian Church was still open with a man giving a talk about the church and how it had changed over the years.  The church is really beautiful with its curved pews and balcony.  


Our time was nearing for our MESDA tour.  It was hard to believe that we had already spent hours looking around.  On our way back to the museum we stopped in at the log church and St. Phillips Moravian Church, built by the Moravians for the African American congregation who until the mid 19th century had  worshipped alongside the Moravians.     

We finished up with our tour of MESDA.  This was only a partial tour, about 10 rooms but it was fabulous.  Frank L. Horton, who the museum is named in honor of, and his mother enjoyed collecting early Southern furniture and actually collected entire rooms from homes that were about to be demolished.  These rooms have been reassembled or recreated within the museum using the paints and original furnishings (when available).  It is a gorgeous treat and I do plan to bite the bullet one day soon and take the rest of the tour.

There is always something going on in Old Salem.  During the summer they have the Cobblestone Market, which is a farmer's market of certified organic goods, Ghost Tours, Christmas Events including the Candle Tea and Love Feast and they are known far and wide for their Easter Sunrise Service.  If you'd like to find out more about these wonderful sites and maybe arrange to take the tours yourself, you'll find the link below.  



Monday, August 12, 2013

Time Flies

I just can't believe that it has been 2 months since we moved and retired.  The time has truly flown. We were able to squash all of our stuff into the house and garage and there's still room to move! We've settled into our little exercise routine of walking in beautiful Old Salem.  We have taken on chores around the house... I still do the cooking though  :-).  Jhett is all settled in and we've enjoyed being nearer to family.
   
My painter's group didn't work out as I had hoped but I have reconnected with my former co-worker, Wendy (a fabulous doll maker) and we found a paint group that we have joined.  They meet at the local recreation center once a week.   I haven't given up hope of having one closer to home but I guess the timing isn't right just yet.

We are spending time visiting various museums and galleries and I'm loving that.  There are so many within a 2 hour drive. We've been to SECCAThe Mint (both of them), The Bechtler and I hope to get to The Nasher later this month.  It is always exciting to visit these museums and discover artists that you haven't heard of before, or rediscover some that you had forgotten.  Life will continually teach you new things if you're open to it.
Tomory Dodge


Tomory Dodge

Alfred Manessier

Alfred Manessier


Gerhard Richter

Gerhard Richter




We do not have cable tv or satellite tv... just a little antenna that picks up local channels and we don't miss it.   We have the internet and can get in depth news there if we want it but we don't spend hours and hours in front of the "idiot box" as one Currituck resident used to call it.

We've gotten our library cards, set up borrowing privileges at WFU for Randy, resorted and started selling old books on Amazon,  and we have checked into evening enrichment classes at Salem College for the fall.  Life is easy and unrushed and the pressure of the calender and the clock  is nonexistent.

We are blessed.
Life is good.