Olga and Bessy Marie do New Haven AGAIN

Posted: October 7, 2013 in Fight war and war mongers, For your information, HIGH queer art, Yum Yum

Well you all know how it is when you get the itch to get away. Anywhere but here, somewhere else, away, away, away would be nice. Well we heard that some of our close buddies from furbirdsqueerly were going down to New Haven on business so we said to each other, “Why don’t we go too, you know how much our friends and neighbors like our travel reports so they can plan their next jaunts. Someone told Olga that she should write for travel magazines but Olga being Olga declined. “Now, pray do tell, who out there in the land of mainstream would even give one fig to read what I write on any day of the week?” But you know that readers of furbirdsqueerly love these stories and I am sure more times than not use them to plan their get-a-way.

Getting out of town is half the fun riding on a train sitting back and enjoying the passing scenes noticing a touch of fall red leaves yellow leaves here and there, the small swamps, pretty decent graffiti the closer one gets to New Haven, and hardly no one on the train to bother us with loud talk, snoring, computer games or anything else folks do to keep them away from seeing what is passing by out the windows. The sway of the train could put me to sleep thought Olga but sudden jolts made it obvious that there will be no sleeping on the train to New Haven. Just when she began to doze it was slam back and forth feeling  one was going to fall out of the seat. Wonder why this train is like that when other train lines are not? Olga wore her new top that she received as a Birthday gift from Bessy Marie. “Well, well what have we here this top makes noise when I move.” “So I have my own directed symphony chance sounds when i move all about. I really hope that I don’t disturb anyone with my noises” Yes very pleasing thought she, far better than 2 violins or 7 horns, a cello, oboe, or flute.

We have always loved the New Haven Train Station and is one of the most pleasing places to sit and people watch.

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Our scrapbook collage:  A Bit of New Haven

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The OMNI Hotel

“Are you here on a business trip?” ” Yeah a none of your business trip.”

How’s Ritzy? Yeah it was nice but wouldn’t take the time to write home about it. But strangely us two old gals had fun lobby sitting which we rarely do in any hotel except when we travel through Europe. It doesn’t seem like the thing to do or maybe the lobbies in americkkka where us gals travel, are not all up to par for sitting unless you are waiting for cab or car to take you somewhere, (we saw quite a lot of that in the morning) it doesn’t seem to be an americkkkan thing. But the Omin’s lobby called out come and take a seat, have a glass of watermelon flavored water, a nice apple maybe and see what you can see and what we saw was very entertaining.

As we were sitting one evening a cute young man came out of the side door wearing a long smock. He proceeded to the sconce’s on the walls and rubbed them up and down. He rubbed again. He then rubbed the wooden walls. Now we took it as some type of checking for dust but it was more like dusting with out a rag. We caught each others eye and had a good laugh. Queers just know and know each other.

Bedroom New Haven

Yes we must though recommend this hotel it did indeed have impeccable service, genuine hospitality, and everyone who we spoke with were very friendly. The room was very clean but on the smallish side and one thing we noticed that there was hardly no traveling noise between the rooms which is such a problem in other hotels we have stayed in. Didn’t even hear the neighbors TV.  But what a laugh us old gals had we were so looking forward to “luxuriate in your Omni robe” as the come on said on their webb site. But give me a ha ha. Those robes were nothing more than grown up waffled dish towels not luxurious at all. About the only thing going for them was they matched the shower curtains. Now who in their right mind would want to feel waffles prints all over them.

“Maybe Bessy Marie said you can go back to your performance art days Olga and  show off your waffle pressed flesh to anyone who would like to take a look at an old bird like you.” There must be some art gallery willing to allow you to have a show even if they don’t remember who you are or were back in the day when art was free, artists were real and the revolution was everywhere. Breaking up the object was so much fun finding new ways, and new tools to make art the world was new and we knew it. Remember Olga somewhere down Chapel Street was the Sky Parlor that around the corner, down the alley up the stairs and you are there. That’s where you were invited to show in the Nice and Un-nice show of art. That is where you stated on the wall, Kansas, 82,277 sq. miles to become Flat Black Top. This state may be completed in winter or summer.” You were such a hit. Everyone thought you were so un-nice. You were the most un-nice amongst all the Nice and Un-nice artists.

So un-nice when people everywhere were claiming Peace is possible. Change you mind. No War, No Hate. Pacifists are we. You were out of tune so some would say. Your art didn’t say peace, it said war. Bringing home a harsh reality to the americkkkan landscape. Think about it as Simon said, a whole state gone, no more. Now that is something that an evil artist would do or a bad Olga. Something that the americkkkans were doing all over South East Asia. Yes we remember it well, BRING THE WAR HOME was the cry from some who were just sick and tired of what the beating stick of americkkkan imperialism was doing. “We shall fight your truculence with humanity declared the speaker from North Vietnam at the Battell Chapel” as us americkkkan boys and girls cheered her on.  Olga and I use to keep a scrape book of those days but somewhere in all of these years all of our scrape books were destroyed to make way for our life now which can be a kick in the ass when one is trying hard to write about the past and have no information, concrete information to look at and the mind, oh the mind wanders and wonders is this real or is that the way it was or maybe it wasn’t and you are just making it up. We couldn’t find the building where on Chapel Street the Sky Parlor was located.

There were many artists back in those days who did anti-war work. In fact during the moratorium a group of us tried to get the Yale Gallery to close down for Moratorium day. No deal said the director. We passed out leaflets out in the front declaring the gallery was closed and heard some very nasty comments from the liberal artistic elite. On Moratorium day we came to out front, with a shopping cart full of bloodied mannequin parts and ripped up rags. Other artists joined us on that day each with their own special way of saying NO TO THE WAR.  (1) We lived over on Daggett Street an old factory that had been converted into let me say ghetto lofts for down and out artists like ourselves. (2) We were young so who cared.

One artist who sticks in my mind from that period is Martha Rosler. Ms. Rosler worked in the feminist art movement and was one artist who was not afraid of telling it like it is.

“Bringing The War Home,” Martha Rosler, From “Bringing the War Home: House Beautiful.”

Red Stripe Kitchen was a photomontage from the original 1962 – 72 series. In it, Rosler combined two photos to startling effect. The first, a circa 1970 interior shot of an affluent household’s modern home kitchen, decorated in the fashionable modernist style; gleaming white from floor to ceiling, with a breakfast bar seating arrangement surrounding the stove. Adjacent doors lead to a pantry. The dazzling white is interrupted by red highlights found in dishes, appliances – and a decorative stripe painted mid-level on the pantry wall. The second photo spliced into this tranquil scene explodes the myth of domestic bliss. Two combat ready Marines are snooping around in the pantry, engaged in the same type of search performed by U.S. soldiers a million times over in Vietnamese villages suspected of aiding Viet Cong guerillas. Aside from exposing the kitchen as a battlefield, Rosler’s photomontage directly linked women’s oppression to militarism and overseas imperial adventures – but it also posed a thousand questions. Who is the enemy? Who is innocent? Who shall be absolved of guilt and responsibility in times of war?….Mike Vallen, Art for a Change.

The Peabody Museum, Cretaceous Plants and Trees

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Torosaurus, life size bronze statue created by Michael Anderson.

The Torosaurus was a herbivore and ate conifers, cycads, ginkos, and flowering plants. Its length was 21-25 ft. long, Height 7ft. tall at hips and it weighed up to 4 tons. It lived during the late Cretaceous period 70-65 million years ago.  The statue is surrounded by plants that would have been growing and which many made up its diet.

We got to the Peabody Museum about a half hour early and discovered a very interesting garden of plants and trees that were of the Cretaceous period around 146-65 million yrs ago. Loving plants the way we do the time flew by as we waited for the doors to the museum to open. We were thrilled to think that these trees and plants have been around since the dinosaurs roamed the earth.  Below is a drawing we found on line.

Let’s look at the Ginko since we are all familiar with this tree and its use in herbal medicine.

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Ginko

Most people today recognize the word Ginko with curing memory loss. But few know this interesting fact about the noble Ginko tree.

from Wikipedia:

Extreme examples of the ginkgo’s tenacity may be seen in Hiroshima  Japan, where six trees growing between 1–2 km from the 1945 atom bomb explosion were among the few living things in the area to survive the blast.   While almost all other plants (and animals) in the area were destroyed, the ginkgos, though charred, survived and were soon healthy again. The trees are alive to this day.

Ginko is considered to be a living fossil and according to Wikipedia means:

A living fossil is a living species (or clade) of organism that appears to be similar to a species otherwise known only from fossils, typically with no close living relatives. Normally the similarity is only apparent, between two different species, one extinct, the other extant. It is an informal non-scientific term, mostly used in the media.

These species have survived major extinction events, and generally retain low taxonomic diversities.

Ginkgo has long been cultivated in China; some planted trees at temples are believed to be over 1,500 years old. The first record of Europeans encountering it is in 1690 in Japanese temple gardens, where the tree was seen by the German botanist Engelbert Kaempfer. Because of its status in Buddhism and Confucianism, the ginkgo is also widely planted in Korea and parts of Japan; in both areas, some naturalization has occurred, with ginkgos seeding into natural forests.

Ginkgos adapt well to the urban environment, tolerating pollution and confined soil spaces. They rarely suffer disease problems, even in urban conditions, and are attacked by few insects. For this reason, and for their general beauty, ginkgos are excellent urban and shade trees, and are widely planted along many streets.

Artist's reconstruction of Archaeanthus.

the Tulip Tree

In IU Bloomington we find this: The modern-day tulip tree,  can trace its lineage back to the time of the dinosaurs, according to newly published research by an IU paleobotanist and a Russian botanist.

David Dilcher of IU Bloomington and Mikhail S. Romanov of the N.V. Tsitsin Main Botanical Garden in Moscow show that it is closely related to fossil plant specimens from the Lower Cretaceous period.

Their findings suggest the tulip tree line diverged from magnolias more than 100 million years ago and constitutes an independent family, Liriodendraceae, with two living species: one in the Eastern United States and the other in Eastern China. The article, “Fruit structure in Magnoliaceae s.l. and Archaeanthus and their relationships,” appears in the most recent issue of the American Journal of Botany.

The tulip tree, sometimes called tulip poplar or yellow poplar, is one of the largest trees of Eastern North America, sometimes reaching more than 150 feet in height. It is native from southern New England westward to Michigan and south to Louisiana and Florida. “Thus the beautiful tulip tree has a lineage that extends back to the age of the dinosaurs. It has a long, independent history separate from the magnolias and should be recognized as its own flowering plant family.”

The Cretaceous Period saw the evolution of flowering plants, which spread across the separating continents. Forests became thicker and other kinds of dense, matted vegetation spurted as well. Unfortunately at the end of the Cretaceous Period, a meteor hit the earth which raised huge clouds of dust. These clouds blot out the sun and caused most of this vegetation to die out.

Medicinal used of the Yellow Poplar:

The inner bark of the root and trunk and the leaves have long been recognized for their medicinal properties. The Cherokee Indians used the leaves as a poultice for sores and to make an ointment to apply topically for inflammation, wounds and burns. Other Native American tribes made tea from the bark to treat fever and indigestion; the bark was also chewed as an aphrodisiac stimulant. The medicinal use of the Tulip tree was adopted by the colonists for a variety of folk remedies including toothache and malaria.  By 1787, it was recognized that a tincture of the root and bark was useful as a febrifuge to treat rheumatic fever. It was listed in the U. S. Pharmacopoeia in between 1830 and 1880 as a stimulant tonic with diaphoretic (perspiration inducing) properties for use against intermittent fevers. A substance  was isolated from the bark in 1831 by a Professor J. P. Emmet which he named liriodendrin. Subsequent work in 1886 resulted in the identification of the active constituent of the bark as an alkaloid that was named tulipferine.

The Chinese tulip poplar, Liriodendron chinense, has been used for centuries in traditional Chinese medicine.

The wood was also used by the indigenous peoples for canoe building. Yellow Poplar was also used for the masts of ships, organs, fence posts, railroad ties, door frames and trim for house construction.  (3)

The Peabody Museum

Welcome to The Peabody Museum just a few exhibits.

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Echoes of Egypt

New Haven City Burial Ground (Grove Street Cemetery) gateway. Built in an Egyptian Revival style, the gateway was designed by Henry Austin and completed in 1847.  Speaking at the laying of the cornerstone of the gateway Dennison Olmstead had this to say:

“Dignified and beautifully proportioned, [the gateway] is symbolic of an attitude toward the dead and their part in the hereafter, expressive, but respectful and reverential, which arose in the valley of the Nile centuries before Christianity and is consequently so detached from modern creeds, prejudices or sentiments that it can appeal to any belief.” Architectural details include faithful copies of ancient Egyptian architectural motifs.

A 2,000-year walk through ancient Egypt will be featured in Echoes of Egypt: Conjuring the Land of the Pharaohs,î on view Saturday, April 13, through Jan. 4. at the Yale Peabody Museum of Natural History in New Haven. The show featured more than 100 objects and works of art  from various Yale University collections, as well as those on loan from other prestigious institutions around the country,.
                    
           
How to sneak away from a blabber mouth docent who talked louder than a freight train welcoming us to the show.  A few lines buster would be sufficient and then let us go and walk around. We have been to art shows before and know how to see and we really don’t need your loud mouth commenting on everything in the room.  Olga sneaked away to a dark corner leaving poor Bessy Marie trapped by the docent. He probably doesn’t get too many visitors so he is making the most of it with us. He really didn’t want anyone else to talk but Bessy floored him with her lecture on the gods of Egypt. Laughing in the corner Olga said, “I really don’t think that he understood what you were talking about when you used such big words as monotheism and Polytheism.”  “Ha said Olga you made him go off his script.” Everywhere now-a-days folks relie on scripts to get by. Go off the script just a bit and the person that you are talking to can’t make hide nor hair of what to say next and its fun to listen to how they somehow maneuver back to the script. Yeap he was scripting from inside the show.
eeek!!!  A mummy unwrapped!

Breakfast for Olga and Bessy Marie.   Orangeside gets 10 stars + some.

Who could pass up a nice breakfast and right down the street from the hotel were we stayed was a place called Orangeside. Well we will tell you if you are ever in New Haven take a trip there for breakfast. The prices are excellent and the food delicious. The breakfast was so good Olga remarked you know I could eat another. Now Orangeside is very famous for their square doughnuts and we know why. They are very good. So good we brought a bag home with us to enjoy for the weekend.

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Folks in the know  go down temple street and stop off at Orangeside for breakfast or lunch. Well we had heard about the square doughnuts and said to ourselves lets go. Homemade not the burping after eating as in other peoples doughnuts but good wholesome square doughnuts. Olga and Bessy went to Orangeside each morning for breakfast.

From the Daily Nutmeg we learn this about the doughnuts at Orangeside:

Poleshek (the owner and doughnut maker) chose the square shape not only to honor Ninth Square (and because they were easier to cut), but also to produce a higher quality product while producing less waste. Dough scraps left behind after the more ubiquitous circle cutouts would elsewhere be re-rolled into “second-cut” dough, which produces tougher donuts. Orangeside donuts are made from first-cut dough only. Meanwhile, “‘Fresh daily’ is our motto,” notes Poleshek. “It’s imperative. Day-old donuts are no good.” Amen to that.

Bessy Marie hadn’t eaten such delicious Blueberry Pancakes since she didn’t know when. Cooked just right and fresh blueberries all withing. Served with a nice piece of sausage all for $5.00. Can’t beat that. Olga never eats many eggs in fact the doctor told her, “Now Miss Olga you shouldn’t eat eggs as they are not good for you.” Well a vacation is a vacation so whey not have two over hard, hash browns, bacon and toast. Every thing that I am not suppose to have I will have while I am on vacation. Olga paid about $5.25 for her breakfast. Not bad. Orangeside has many other breakfast combinations all reasonably priced and all cooked to perfection, portions are large and we highly recommend Orangeside on your next trip to New Haven. Of course there are also vegetarian and Gluten free foods available. Breakfasts range from $2.49-$7.99 and lunch from $2.99-$7.49.

Book Trader Cafe  A CUTE NAME FOR  SANDWICHS CAN’T CARRY YOU THROUGH.

You know good food is our hobby and bad food makes us mad. Book Trader is a cafe/bookstore that should decide which they want to be.  A hint to the owner please move the cookbooks to the kitchen and have the chef check them out. Olga had a sandwich listed under A Tale of Two Turkeys and it had the hardest almost stale crust on the bread that if she wasn’t careful could have busted out her teeth. The turkey was more like the packaged lunch meat variety instead of the roasted Turkey that appears on a site talking about the chef and how the chef roasts the turkey early and then slices it off for sandwiches. Couldn’t prove it by me. Only once was there a taste of the coleslaw and only a hint of the Russian dressing. Bessy Marie’s Chef’s Salad was presented as a dump on the plate of the ingredients. No hard boiled egg and turkey from a lunch meat package. Worst meal we have had in traveling for a very long time.  “That mess they call a Chef’s Salad, that heap on the plate is a salad no chef would want to claim as their own and it is an insult to every chef working anywhere.This place proves that sometimes one can not be a bookstore and a cafe at the same time. Even the book selection was a load of uninteresting books, and how do you say excuse me to someone eating a meal, I would like to look at the books behind you. Nah, wouldn’t recommend this place even to folks that I don’t like. To make matters worse there was a constant stream of jack in the boxes going in and out the side door to the patio. A word to the wise, its better to do one thing right than two things poorly. No stars behind a dark cloud for this one.

Yale University Art Gallery

What a beautiful renovation, what a wonderful collection,

After ten years of renovations, the Yale University Art Gallery is bigger and better than ever a joy to walk around. This art gallery has a truly great director and some folks as curators who know what they are doing and do it well.

Let’s let the art speak.

Art Gallery

Red Grooms The Cedar Bar (everybody is there)from Red Grooms: Larger Than Life. *

From the exhibition: This installation of works by American artist Red Grooms features oversized paintings and works on paper from the bequest of Charles B. Benenson, B.A. 1933, including Picasso Goes to Heaven (1973), Studio at the Rue des Grands-Augustins (1990–96), and the 27-foot-long Cedar Bar (1986). Twenty preparatory cartoons for this last work, also from the Yale University Art Gallery’s collection, complete the display. Spanning three decades of the artist’s career, these works represent a lesser-known aspect of Grooms’s oeuvre: witty, larger-than-life homages to giants of 20th-century art, from Pablo Picasso to Jackson Pollock. From Larger than Life. on through March 9, 2014

Vincent Van Gogh, The Night Cafe, 1888

Marcel Dunchamp, Tu m, 1918 Gift of Katherine S. Dreier.

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Kurt Schwitters. The above work, Merz Picture with Rainbow is dated 1920/39 and was begun in Hanover Germany and revisited 20 years later in Norway. Schwitters had fled there after learning that the Gestapo, who had him down as a “degenerate” artist, wanted to “interview” him. The Nazis invaded Norway in April 1940, and Schwitters, after fleeing with his son to Scotland, ended up spending 16 demoralizing months in an internment camp on the Isle of Man.  (4)

Will Barnet, Studies of Herb and Dorothy Vogel, 1977

Many Things Placed Here and There: The Dorothy and Herbert Vogel Collection at Yale University Art Gallery.

Jean-Claude remembers telling Christo when Herb and Dorothy phoned for an appointment: “It’s the Vogels! We’re going to pay the rent!”

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Richard Tuttle, Loose Leaf Notebook Drawing, Watercolor 1980-1982

What brought us to New Haven in the first place was to see the 50 works that Dorothy and Herbert Vogel had given to Yale. The Vogel’s were collectors of Minimal, Post Minimal Conceptual objects and amassed over 4,000 works.  From the exhibition this is written: “Over several decades and with a modest income, New York collectors Dorothy and Herbert Vogel amassed a vast and uniquely perceptive collection of contemporary art. In 2008 the Vogels created a program to distribute their collection throughout the nation, donating 50 objects to a selected art institution in each of the 50 states.” The young curators did a wonderful job presenting the art from the Vogels collection at the gallery. An interesting aspect of the Yale show is examples of artists work that are in the collection at Yale were shown along with the Vogel collection.

The exhibit’s title is taken from a work by Lawrence Weiner, the full text of which runs, “Many Things Placed Here + There To Form a Place Capable of Sheltering Many Other Things Placed Here + There,” and which was displayed in the Vogels’ bathroom. “As you well know Bessy Marie, Lawrence Weiner has been up there in the top of my favorite artists.  His statements are just so welcoming and beautiful, so neat and so clean, just right for me and my love of art.”

One of the highlights of my time spent working at the Wadsworth in Hartford was when I got to meet and visit with Herb Vogel. I can say we loved every minute of the visit two working class guys who loved Conceptual art, who knew what they were talking about and who talked about it for too long so that Herb had to be reminded that they had to go to a lecture.

For a wonderful story see The Vogel Collection: thoroughly modest Medicis written by Christopher Turner and published in the Telegraph.

Group W Bench

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No trip to New Haven would be complete without a trip to the Group W Bench. Group W Bench is considered to be the “oldest Headshop on the planet.” Now kids reading this if you have never been to a Headshop then you must make a special trip to the Group W Bench to smell it, and take a look around and buy a little something. Buy a little something that you most likely won’t get anywhere else. The Bench was opened in 1968 and Raffael Di Lauro (pictured above) has been there ever since. Its like a art museum according to many of us who go there whenever we get the chance.

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“Group W Bench is a gentle-souled boutique jam-packed with exotic items. Jewelry. Handcrafted pottery. Hats. Posters. Candles. Incense. Shawls. Dresses. Postcards. Little wooden boxes. Walking sticks. Peace symbol bumper stickers. Henna powder. Soap. Picture frames. Flipbooks. Not to mention buckets and buckets of little toys and charms, from “Zombie Pets” to “five bells for a buck.” (5)

The Group W bench, a key element of Arlo Guthrie’s 1967 folk song and extended monologue “Alice’s Restaurant”, is a reference to the moral waiver provision — the W stands for “waiver”; he described that key element of the work as a waiting area where he mingled with other potential inductees awaiting consideration under moral waiver. The Guthrie work made the expression “Group W bench” (or occasionally simply “Group W”) a catchphrase for non-conformity. Yeap said Bessy Marie, you should hear Richards story about when he was sitting on the Group W Bench and then waved bye bye by the big blue eyed Sargent (who looked like he had a small pecker). Nobody in the army wanted a Homo then and no Homo in their right mind wanted anything to do with the army. What a difference 40 years make.  Now they are all making a hissy fit to get in be out and stay in. Man have they lost that something, that bring on the peace, that peace will come in our lives, that make love not war. Back then according to Richards tales no self respecting gay man would ever sleep with a man who was pro-war, no matter what.

Postcards from Group Bench that we have added to our collection.

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Does anyone out walking really read all of these leaflets? Or maybe they are not to read but to look at and watch the paper flutter around in the wind. We have to wonder who cleans up these boards, removing everything and then a fresh start.

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Found collage, photo Bessy Marie

Going home:

The train was 1 hour late. When we looked up at the split flap display trains were 1 hour, 30 minutes and our train was 40 mins late. We were waiting for a train to come in from Philadelphia. Every once in awhile the flap would flip and new times would pop up. Below is the split flap display located in the New Haven Train Station. Trains that were listed as on time quickly changed to late. But we made out better than the two women who sat in front of us. They had been on the train since 7:30am trying to get to Hartford from Philadelphia.

Home again, home again, zippied do.

It was nice to pull in to Hartford’s train station and thank goodness for small favors that we were not pulling into the decaying railroad ties on the other side of the track. There were lots of people on the platform waiting for a train to New York and we were so glad that we were getting off. Leave the nightmare of the messed up trains to others. We are going home to unpack and take a nice nap.

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NOTES:

(1) In one of our proudest moments we were banned from the Yale Campus for being outside agitators. We were hauled into the Campus Police one night after a big demo arrested and warned never to step foot in any of Yale’s Buildings. Well you know Bessy Marie was having none of that. One night she walked into the campus police station and grabbed a chair and walked out the door. We have that chair to this day.

(2) Dagget Street: We lived on Dagget Street in an old factory building in 1972. The old factory building complex at Daggett Street Square has a history as an artists’ haven going back at least to the 1970’s, if not the 1960’s. Scruffy, ruff we lived down the alley near the side stairs, shared the floor with wacky blond boy Richard Johns who we always believed killed and ate his dog because it pissed on the rug in our studio. He screamed in the hallway at night and it would have been alright but the walls of our studios didn’t go all the way up to the ceiling and a person could climb right over the wall and get in anyone’s studio.  A gun was what we needed, blast them right off the top of the wall if anyone tried to get in and take the little bit that we had. It was scary even scarier was the walk to the bathroom down the hall. Wasn’t all that much but a toilet and sink. If you needed a bath water was drawn using a short hose into a bucket and then the water was heated up on the hot plate. Now if that didn’t suit ones fancy there always was the Y. Join it and get a free shower. So we did.

(3) Hikers Notebook

(4) All photo’s found on the net. The collage of 4 cards are post cards from the Yale Collection.

(5) Photos from the Daily Nutmeg:

 

This piece is a work for the people. It is gleaned from many sources.

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Comments
  1. Jane says:

    Wonderful as always. I want to go to New Haven. You have me itching to read more about anti-war art of that period. The art gallery looks beautiful. Ha Ha for Trader Books/ Cafe, I will stay away. I hear that Claires has dusty looking cakes.