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 Once again my west coast brother has nudged some memories with his daily text.  First of all, because it made me laugh, today is "Tax Day" and also "Take a Wild Guess Day."  I hope none of you had to do any wild guessing.  But enough about that sore subject. The special day that stirred memories for me is "Art History Day."  I've always loved Art History.  When my children were very young I was hired to teach Art History at the Fort Wayne Art School, which later merged with IPFW.  It was a part time job with lectures twice a week but it kept my brain from turning to pablum.  Fortunately I had a wonderful mother-in-law who was only too happy to baby sit on those days.  We started with prehistoric art and worked our way through modern art in four semesters.  This was back in the days of slides and slide projectors and some of each class was spent looking at appropriate slides from the school's extensive collection.  After two years I had a complete collection of lecture notes and was ready to start the series again, feeling much more confident than the first time around.  Then we moved to south eastern Ohio for my husband's new job.  That was the end of my lecturing career.  But happily, over the last fifteen years, I have been able to travel in several European countries, visit some excellent galleries, and see the originals of many of the works of art I used to lecture about.  It's always a joyful jolt to come upon a piece I remember, like seeing an old friend, and it's fun to see their true size, often much larger or smaller than their projected image.  Fair warning, if you're ever touring a gallery or museum with me, I will be lagging behind.

my roles....

 Seeing the Shakespeare scenes yesterday made me think about my various roles in Shakespeare's plays and I want to share a few memories.  Our previous director at First Presbyterian Theater loved Shakespeare, and produced one of the bard's plays per year.  Happily, I was able to get parts in some of them.  The first was my role as Romeo's mother.  I had five lines.  There's a bit of a back story here.  Before I auditioned for the play I was substitute teaching for an English teacher at a local high school.  One class was studying Romeo and Juliette and I was really into it.  At one point I was explaining that Juliette was no dummy.  She insisted on marriage before she let Romeo into her bedroom.  Just as I finished expounding on this I glanced down and realized that a girl in the front row appeared to be about eight months pregnant.  I was so embarrassed.  After Romeo and Juliet came Henry IV.  I played the nurse in the king's death scene.  Again about five lines.  Then there was Anthony and Cleopatra where I played the soothsayer.  I delivered lots of warnings and pithy advice and also delivered the asp to Cleo.  There were others but you get the idea.  Sadly, I had landed a really good role in a Shakespeare play and we had just started rehearsal when Covid struck and everything was shut down,  By the time that was all over our director had left and, while we hired an excellent new director, he doesn't do Shakespeare.  I have been in many other plays over the years and enjoyed them all, but there's something about Shakespeare.  By the way, if you ever want to see truly excellent performances of Shakespeare's plays go to Stratford, Ontario.  The summer theater actors there do an amazing job.

fun at the Phil...

 This evening's Philharmonic concert was, in my opinion, one of the very best this season.  The first half was fun because Elgar's "Falstaff, Op.68" was performed with an interesting addition.  Between each movement actors performed short scenes featuring Falstaff (Bob Haluska) and Prince Henry (Kevin Torwelle) in short scenes from Shakespeare's play, "Henry IV."  I actually had a part in a First Pres Production of Henry IV and this brought back some fun memories.  In case you're wondering, I played King Henry's nurse in his dying scene.  It took me longer to get into my costume than the total time I was on stage.  

All of that was great, but the second half of the evening was simply amazing.  The music was Beethoven's "Concerto in D major for Violin and Orchestra, Op. 61." While I admit that I enjoy Beethoven more than Elgar, what made this performance simply outstanding was the guest soloist.  Philippe Quint is the most amazing violinist I have ever heard.  The fact that he was playing the 1708 "Ruby" Antonio Stradivari violin didn't hurt either.  I can't really describe his music except to say that it was sublime.  If you ever have a chance to hear Philippe Quint perform, don't miss it.  

long ago and far away...

 Today is National Dive Bar Day, among other things, according to my west coast brother.  Thinking about that has brought back a long-ago memory to share.  It was the summer of 1967 and I had arrived early in upstate New York to begin a new teaching job, middle school art.  It was six weeks before the beginning of the school year because I had spent earlier weeks of the summer helping care for a dear aunt in Pennsylvania.  After I paid the deposit and first month's rent on my very cute third floor attic apartment, I realized I was out of money.  With eight weeks to go before I could expect a pay check, I went looking for a job.  There was an ad in the little local paper that said "Wanted, attractive barmaid, no experience necessary." You could run that kind of ad in 1967.  Well, the 'no experience' part certainly fit, and, at 22, I was still pretty confident about my looks.  So I strolled into Joe's Bar and Grill (name changed to protect the innocent), a dark little bar that was as close to a dive bar as I will ever come.  I said I was answering the ad, got the job, and started that very afternoon.  My hours were 4pm to midnight Monday through Friday. My customers were almost all men who worked in the nearby Catskill resort hotels in the summer and went home, somewhere in the south, in the winter to work in the chicken processing plants.  Consequently they had the strangest mixed accent I had ever heard.  Joe invited me to go to Florida with him for the winter when he closed the bar.  I didn't say yes, but I also didn't tell him that I would only be there for six weeks. The patrons only tipped on Fridays when they got paid but were a very friendly bunch.  Joe carried around a huge wad of money to cash their checks.  We only served straight shots and beer, so I learned the barmaid job pretty quickly.  I can tip a mug and get just the right amount of foam with the best of them.  And, as the weeks went on, I began to understand their accent, which proved very helpful when school started and I met their children.  I quit at the end of the summer with some made-up excuse, not a problem since Joe was going to be shutting down anyway, and started my year of teaching. At the end of the first day of school the custodian came into my classroom to clean, took one look at me, and burst out laughing.  He was a regular at Joe's.  

picture this....

 My Wonder Spouse and I spent this rainy day hanging pictures.  It started when I decided to tackle the few remaining boxes that I had not unpacked since everything got moved in after our wedding.  All of the pictures that I had brought from my apartment were in those boxes, and when I told my husband that I would like to have them hung up sometime he got right on it.  One of his endearing traits is that once he starts a project, he doesn't stop until it's done.  This is really good for me since I'm a world class procrastinator.  I didn't realize how much I had been missing my pictures until I saw them all hung up.  It was like welcoming old friends into my new home.  Here are a few examples. 

I'm sorry this is so dark.  I didn't think to take pictures of my pictures until evening.  I bought this original painting at an art auction at our church many years ago.  Now it's hanging in our living room.

These two pieces, not really pictures, but definitely wall art, are now hanging in our kitchen.  The top piece is a 'wedding spoon' that I bought in the Lapland area of Finland on a trip some years ago.  I had no idea at the time that I would be a bride again someday.

The bottom piece, a trivet, so also kitchen appropriate, came from another trip, this time to Australia.  After my first husband died I was blessed with friends who liked to travel.  Now, after 18 years a widow, I have a new husband who likes to travel.  Isn't life surprising?
 

Oh, brothers.....

 After my west coast brother informed me this morning that today is Siblings Day, what else could I write about? It's also, as it happens, National Farm Animals Day and Safety Pin Day.  Since I do not have farm animals (although my WCB does have goats) and can seldom find a safety pin when I need one, as a topic siblings won out.  I have had two brothers and am blessed that one is still alive.  As you know, my west coast brother and I communicate daily, and, even though he and my dearest sibling-in-law live way out west, we get together when we can. They came here in July for a big family reunion, I went there for their youngest daughter's wedding in October, and they were back here for my wedding in January.  I really love the closeness of our families. Not forgetting that he put a dead snake in my car, I do still love that brother, but today I'm also remembering my other brother who died in 2019.  After my first spouse died and my brother was divorced, we travelled together several times and developed a closer relationship than we had had for many years.  We were so blessed to have that time together.  And speaking of traveling together, here's a picture of the two of us on one of our first, admittedly short, trips together.  

Some of you, if you grew up in Fort Wayne, may remember the photographer who came through neighborhoods with his horse, and took pictures, for a fee of course, of children on the horse.  The thrill of my five-year-old life was, that, after this picture was taken, he let me stay on the horse and ride all the way to the other end of the block.  In case you're wondering, my west coast brother is ten years younger than me so was not on the scene yet.  Happy happy Siblings Day to all of you who are so blessed.  

still things to celebrate

 My west coast brother assured me today that, even though the eclipse is over, there are still things to celebrate.  First, in the category of natural phenomenon, they have a white headed robin living in their yard.  I've never heard of such a thing but he sent me a picture.  He also sent me a list of special days to be celebrated on April 9 - National Unicorn Day,  National Chicken Little Awareness Day, and most important, National Cherish an Antique Day.  I haven't seen any unicorns galloping by and the Chicken Little story scared me when I was very young, but cherishing antiques sounds good.  My brother says that his wife cherishes him so that's all good, but according to Google, an antique is something over 100 years old.  While I cherish my spouse and he cherishes me, we are not antiques yet.  Give us 20 years and we will be, and, guess what, in 2044 the next eclipse will be here.  I'd better save those glasses.