I know service has been a bit spotty around here lately, so I’m trying to make it up with this little three-day series, presented without interruption for your viewing pleasure. Thinking of a title for today’s post, it occurred to me that no variety of establishment goes for awful puns in a name more than hair salons, at least around these parts. It’s always something like Mane Event, A Cut Above or Hair It Is. You get the idea. When I was a boy, my mother worked as a hairdresser in a shop named Beauty Unlimited. It certainly was a disingenuous name, but at least it wasn’t a lame attempt at a pun. Me, I got my hair cut at Ozzie’s Barber Shop.
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Actually Jackie just got back late last night from a trip with entire family by auto to 1) see the Downtown Abbey and Upstairs Downstairs exhibit in Delaware because it was only place in
America it was showing. And then daughter rushed me out before I saw all the exhibit! 2) Tour the Longwood Gardens, on my bucket list, and daughter rushed me out after about 3 hours!
3) Daughter and husband toured all the Dupont homes. My conclusion, they had entirely too much discretionary income! Duponts, not my family. 4) All the Duponts were obsessive collectors and spenders and gardeners but at least they left museums and endowments it seems.
No one but me loves the art museums, so they skipped all three we had passes to, along with all concerts of music. Only Wyeth’s
I saw were in a diner we ate in with gorgeous landscaping, lots of original art and bad food. Ate in Philly at some world famous cheese steak factory recommended by GQ according to my husband, horrible food and no ambiance at all.
Good parts of trip were cooler weather, fabulous flowers everywhere, even wildflowers alongside roads, fall foliage starting to change. Bad parts were I hate minivans and long, fast drives on interstates. But I didn’t plan trip, just financed I guess.
Husband making remarkable recovery. I am just trying to recover and restock dogs, cats, household cleaning and pay off all the workmen. My “staff” missed me, especially when they ran out of rocks again.
Now I am two weeks behind on boating festival but it is supposed to rain all day tomorrow, so I can catch up.
Funny thing I would enjoy going to Delaware and touring gardens at my own pace, touring museums and seeing Wyeth exhibits, go see some Gilbert and Sullivan, apparently they have a company there?
I read parts of the epistles I missed here, so need to go back and reread. You guys read well from top to bottom.
Love, Jackie Monies
Hooray, you made it back. *looks around to see if anybody saw her signs of weakness*
No cooler weather or flowers here. August is still lingering, rotten month that it is. Supposed to rain tomorrow, we shall see.
Forgot to say that this was a “bargain rate” museum tour special that included 14 museums, art museums, gardens, etc. in Wilmington, DE all bundled together as a family package and problem was it expired on Sunday before Labor Day. It cost about as much as one individual tour ticket for one of the home tours to all 14 locations, so daughter loaded us all in minivan and put us in a hotel suite which was remarkable in that it included breakfasts and dinners for corporate travelers thrown in at no charge with room charges, so it did turn out to be remarkably “bargain week” for Labor Day road trip.
I like “blue highways” and small towns, so this was not my exact choice but it worked.
Love, Jackie Monies
Jackie: Interesting travelogue. ‘. . . just financed I guess.’ sounds familiar. That’s what grandfolks are for, I suppose. I’m with you on the art museums, esp. Wyeth.
According to this site’s resident spellcheck, grandfolks is not acceptable but grand-folks is. Nonsense! If ma and dad are your folks, and grandma and granddad are ok, then what’s wrong with grandfolks?
Peace, emb
OF should blow within the next 15-20 min.
http://www.nps.gov/features/yell/webcam/oldFaithfulStreaming.html
Welcome back, Jackie. Sounds like a good report.
Not the most spectacular eruption, but one of the longer lasting. Was predicted at 3:31 MST +/- 10′, and started just about 4:31 CDT.
Sounds like the itinerary that the tour guide gave us on our first trip to Paris, Jackie. “7:00 Louvre, 8:30 Arc De Triomphe, 9:00 Eiffel Tower…” The Man In My Life tore it up, we slept in, had breakfast at the little sidewalk cafe outside the hotel. He hired a car and we went sedately to where *he* thought we should go. By the way, one of the coolest things we saw that day was a Paris Metro sign outside the Bois De Boulogne shaped like a dragoon.
Dear Jackie Monies, reading your interesting travel story has perked me up no end! Very glad to see you back among us — you had disappeared without warning. Emb, glad to see you, too, and I like the “grandfolks”; never met this word before; must remember to use it now.
Thinking about food … I must go fix supper now. Sauteed onions and yellow summer squash, with melted cheddar cheese.
All you guys/gals in north & central Indiana: you got one heck of a set of thunderstorms headed your way; batten the hatches. Here, in N. IL., we got about 30 minutes of winds to 80mph (according to NPR) with sideways rain and a bit of hail. Oddly, the weather map showed only green areas around here! Now the storm is shown with lots of red areas – draw your own conclusions.
Was on the way to weekly shopping when this hit. Rain was too dense to see out the windshield, except for a red light. More from memory than from vision, I was able to turn off the main road at that light and then immediately into a cafe’s parking lot to wait it out. Can’t say that was the best move, in view of the lightning and tall trees nearby, but driving clearly was not an option.
Many branches broken around here; a few trees down with others split down the trunk. We have a 12″ branch sitting on our new (only 15 months old) roof, but its butt end is still attached to the tree so its full weight isn’t on the roof. Its smaller branches must have cushioned the blow, too. Neighbors lost 3 big branches or split trunks, but all fell into their yard, so no damage.
The NHS is tracking an lp area developing over-Georgia? I guess that it’s been a boring year. I think that September may be a little more interesting.
This trip made me realize that no matter how hard you may try, children simply won’t end up appreciating things you hope they will, like art. I guess I should be glad at least one loves old homes and preservation, antiques, gardens, even if she is hopeless as a gardener.
Keep thinking about all the money I spent on opera, symphony, ballet performances trying to make them love what I loved. I just don’t think it works?
By the way, I sat staring at Jamie Wyeth’s “Draft Age” during our bad lunch, full size version so lord knows what that would cost? But it is so masterful and powerful, I had no idea he was 19 when he painted it. I actually like his work more than his father’s or grandfather’s.
Now I am regretting not touring art museums. Obviously we were in Brandywine area and Chadd’s Ford area.
Love, Jackie Monies
I haven’t seen this name anywhere: Close Shave
Sadly, Rick, very few barber shops actually offer close shaves any more! One has to look around quite a bit to find one that uses a straight razor to clean up around the ears and back of the neck, much less actual shaves!
Cheers,
Tom
Jackie, I know. I got “dragged around” to museums, galleries, etc, by my parents and I didn’t start appreciating it till I was like 16, and then it was to giggle about some of the abstracts at the Dallas Museum of Art. It was a real wake-up call when I visited my (cousin? aunt?? She was my grandfather’s daughter by a second marriage and was just four years older than me) and she was raving about one of the paintings that my cousins and I had been making fun of. Not that I admired her or anything, but, still!) After I moved into this casa and was surrounded by folk who did appreciate art that I started looking closer. I still don’t get abstract art, but I do understand it is a lot harder than I in my callow youth thought. Anyway, I went to a Turner exhibit with The Boss Of My Life and was really impressed. Now I am taking art classes and am getting paid back, aren’t I, just?
PS, The Boss Of My Life has a Wyeth print of a sleeping dog called “Master Bedroom.” I like it, but don’t know which Wyeth painted it
Andrew, Lily. And it is really nice, especially if you’re a dog person. (Which husband and I are, although we don’t currently have one.)
According to a friend who was formerly in the business, barbershop shaves pretty well went the way of velocipedes and buggy whips in the ’80s when blood-borne transmission of viruses became a public health concern.
Typed ‘Wyeth painting master bedroom’ into Metacrawler. It’s Andrew, and the technique seems to me to be unmistakably his. N.C. and Jamie are great but, IMO, Andrew is the outstanding American painter of the 20th c.
I can’t find any clue as to a deeper meaning, except that the dog misses the folks and is as close to them as he can get. Maybe they are no longer with us, and the room is unused.
The meaning of the dog, as opposed to the blueberry picker/snoozer in Andrew Wyeth’s ‘Distant Thunder’ is clear as a bell.
With the h.s./college crowd I hung out with in NYC in the mid ’40s-early ’50s, I was always the > interested in natural history/planetarium/zoos/botanic gardens >in art museums, though we went often to both. Wife-to-be was > interested in art museums, and eventually they grew on me, here and overseas. E.g., exquisite technique in glass highlights in the Dutch still-lifes in the Alte Pinakothek [sp?] in Munchen. We actually scheduled a visit to friends in DC after I retired to coincide with a traveling John Singer Sargent exhibit at the Smithsonian. Wife and I [and the others, none of whom are churched] were blessed.
Smithsonian museums and Washington Zoo, as US govt. museums, are still free, or were at that time. Almost everything in NYC [and probably other major cities] now have substantial admission fees: AMNH, MOMA, MMA, Bronx Zoo, NYBG, Whitney MA, etc. Most were free in the ’40s-’50s.
Don’t know about the Frick Collection. Smithsonian has one mus. in NYC, engineering and such; cannot come up with its name, but it’s surely on the web. Peace, emb
Gee, emb, I never got any further than the dog was asleep on his/her master’s bed, without permission, of course. That is a very doggy thing to do. Like my Neeshka steals my socks and guards them if anybody but me tries to take them away from her. She has been yelled at a lot for sleeping on furniture. There is a family in-joke about it I won’t bore you with.
The only painting we studied in class is “Christina’s World” by Andrew Wyeth, which I like, though I am not sure why.
I think “Christina’s World” is familiar to many even if they don’t know who painted it, the rather haunting seen from the back image looking up hillside to house. I sat and stared at one of those too in my diner lunch right across from the darned museums that kids didn’t want to go to! In fact, I think all or most of the art in this diner was from Wyeth’s, so perhaps they were friends as diner was pretty darned old itself! That or it is profitable enough to buy good art!
Interestingly, my husband usually likes art galleries somewhat, as he worked his way thru college as a master picture framer and then managed a large gallery in New Orleans after we married. So, I think he was going along with kids choices. I just told him I wanted to go back for the art and the gardens in spring and he said he wanted to go through Maryland as well. I have been known to eat crab at three meals a day, so I love that area.
What are we doing in Oklahoma?
Love, Jackie Monies
Dear Lilyblack, a nice thing about looking at paintings and drawings is that, if you like them, there doesn’t have to be any reason why. That’s how I feel, anyway.
Jackie, sometimes it takes a while for the efforts to have our descendants appreciate things takes a little while. Welcome back!
Charlotte, Lily, that is how I think everything in life should be, art, furniture, gardens, our clothes. We should own/admire what we like, not because anyone told us to do so. Even the food we eat, I find it so silly that people eat fashionably because someone said something was “trendy”. I can say that because I am no longer in business of telling people what wines, foods, flowers, décor, etc. is the current fashion. Cynical, huh? Spent half my life trying to instill “good taste” in others, only to say it doesn’t really matter.
Good night, I am still tired and will have to do a lot of laundry tomorrow!
Love, Jackie
I guess I have rather plebeian tastes. If someone has to explain to me why a piece of art is wonderful, then I believe the artist has failed—not I!