Showing posts with label George Washington. Show all posts
Showing posts with label George Washington. Show all posts

Tuesday, June 2, 2009

Mount Vernon


GEORGE WASHINGTON'S
Virginia Home

Peaches and cream, liver and onions, sausages and eventual open-heart surgery, these are words that cannot be said without the other. They are soup and sandwich phrases; likewise, can one say Mount Vernon without mentioning George and Martha Washington? Sure, but it would mess up my whole paragraph's tie-in to the subjoined story.

MOUNT VERNON

Mount Vernon rests upon high ground that oversees Virginia’s side of the Potomac River. It is a sprawling estate with all the 18th Century comforts a person of that time might desire; unless they were there as a resident slave.

Servant's Hall (slaves of visiting guests of the Washington's) stayed in this large, two room dwelling. From a distance it appears to be faced in stone, but it is actually a wood facade.

FARMER WASHINGTON

Our first President valued himself as an agrarian, and his elaborate, formal dining room made note of this fact. Slender farm implements (probably cast delicately in plaster and painted white) are incorporated into finely lined trappings that decorate the ceiling and walls of this spacious room. Citizen Washington wanted his guests to know that above all the positions he held in his long career, he was foremost a farmer.

POPLAR TREES

One of the many massive poplar trees that line Mount Vernon’s bowling green, and curvaceous dual driveway, is said to have been planted by Washington himself. The likelihood of his actually having dug the hole and planted the tree in 1785 may be a tad suspect. Why would he lift a spade being that he had a plentiful and captive workforce at his beckoning? My guess is that in his waning years (he died in 1799), gentlemen George the farmer, may have soiled a knee plucking a radish from out of his garden, but slaves did the rest.

One interesting feature of these trees was the cables that ran up their substantial trunks and forked at the trees’ huge scaffolding branches. At first glance I reckoned they were electrical wires for flood lights, but upon a closer examination I realized they were ground wires for lightening rods. My gaze at that point left the canopy of towering trees, and perused the thickening sky.

Note the tiny adult and child at the tree's trunk far right.

PAINTED INFLUENCE

The recognition of Washington’s financial sway could be seen in the choice of paint used to embolden a room; the more rare and costly the paint (some used lead or arsenic) the more jolting its affect. The first floor of the Mansion is the house's showcase, and the original color scheme has been restored to its fully glory. One striking room on this lower floor is the guest bedroom. It is painted a deep, brilliant blue that jerks one's head in surprise. Whereas his informal dining room, painted a disturbing hue of bile green, is far more bothersome. Upon seeing these two rooms one's senses are electrified if not nauseated.

Washington’s west parlor is painted a silky Prussian blue, and is more gentle on the senses; the house's formal dinning room was tad more prim, but not completely out of the woods, for it too has a wild element.

From the floor and two thirds of the way up, this room was painted a green bean green, while the few remaining feet that curved inward toward the white ceiling, is painted a
damned-if-I-know-green.

THE FRONT PORCH

The view from George and Martha’s expansive front porch (the winding driveway leads you up to the rear entrance of the mansion) is striking. The Potomac River curves gently beneath your view, and is squeezed in by a heavy forest of mixed woods. Although I would have liked to have seen more of the estate, the impressive view on this mid-spring day was matched by the heat, and humidity. The humidity was such that it made song birds peep, and one’s interest wane.

Potomac side of the Mansion


IT'S SHOW AND TELL

The first view of Mount Vernon is from the rear of the house (and if you have been reading all that I had written above you would have known that). The original building extended from the center door, and two windows over from the left, and to its right. The rooms beyond the dormers were later additions as was the cupola, and high pitched roof.

I asked our guide if what she called a cupola was not in fact a belvedere, and she emphatically stated that it was a cupola. Methinks it is a belvedere.


Visitors to Mount Vernon enjoy having their picture taken with these two life-size sculptures of tourists. Their identity has been masked to protect their privacy.

The several black smiths I have seen at different exhibits have seemingly mastered one project--they can all hammer out an iron "J-hook." Just once I would like to see one bang out a nail or a horse shoe or Washington's teeth--anything but a damn J-hook. The sweaty young man's hand is on the pump arm for the large coal fire bellow; and yes, it was hot and humid in there.

SLEEPING QUARTERS

The difference between the horse stable (above) and the Slave's Quarter (below) was the advent of a brick floor.


Slave Quarter's kitchen. Note the generous window that was provided for inadequate ventilation.

This photograph was smuggled out of Mount Vernon at great risk to the taker. Photos of the interior of the mansion were prohibited because they want you to buy their postcards of the various rooms within.

Boy reading book is unaware that behind him stands a woman wearing a polychromatic tiara. It remains a mystery as to why she had donned this unusual crest. Furthermore, any conclusion drawn is subject to silly speculation.

Transportation varied according to one's financial base. However, the chair cart (below) was used by the wealthy and the poor alike. It was a horse drawn scooter of its day.


GHOSTLY IMAGES


In this incredible photograph spirit orbs drift from room to room--are they the tormented souls of slaves? Perhaps it is George Washington cursed to wander the estate for his disregard for the tenet that all men are created equal? Or are they just dust partials that the flash on my camera illuminated?

The botanical garden with greenhouse in background.

His greenhouse held a number of tropical plants that needed to be kept warm throughout the winter months. A fire tender kept a sub-floor fireplace stoked, and its exhaust traveled through a series of brick lined heating ducts
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Tuesday, December 30, 2008

One More Smithsonian

Christmas Gaiety in the National Gallery, Washington, DC

SMITHSONIAN


For the last week we have been darting around the various Smithsonian museums on the National Mall catching up with our Nation’s past. At the National Gallery a temporary exhibit presenting various portraits of Abraham Lincoln is open (did you know that he had blue eyes?).

Abraham Lincoln in one of his more jovial moods

After that, we strolled over to the Smithsonian’s, National Museum of American History, and gazed upon Dorothy Gale's Ruby Slippers—Wizard of Oz!

"There's no place like home."

But before all of that took place we visited DC's Chinatown, and dined on some fine Chinese cuisine at our favorite Chinese restaurant.
The adventuresome Daisy had a bowl of fried dumplings, but I could not decide whether to have the $9.95 platter of "Soya Sauce Intestines"—presumably pig—or the $12.95 "Pig's Belly with Preserved Mustard Green." I settled for pig belly's delight! Daisy was absolutely appalled by the idea of eating slimy pig gut, but I knew better!

Now I know that you are all salivating in anticipation of my detailed description of Pig's Belly happy, happy, joy, joy, so without further delay, let us indulge!
When our waitress brought me my dinner I have to admit that my eyes widened, and my mouth dropped. It was not the side bowl of rice that caused this reaction, but the sight of a brown soupy glop of fried blubber!

No comment...

It was essentially a bowl of thick sliced bacon with a hint of meat, not exactly chew food. All one had to do was to delicately vacuum it off of your chopsticks (I used a fork), and down your gullet it slid. It was liposuction without the all the jabbing! However, I did experience a protracted period of gastrointestinal recovery.
I have to tell you that it really was quite a tasty treat. I am sure that my arteries will be happy to pack it away for a future bypass or heart attack.

I have to tell you, that that was a moment of immoderation that I shall not soon repeat.


EPILOGUE


This has absolutely nothing to do with the above story, and the fate of its characters; it does, however, deal with the demise of an institution. I just learned that Olympia, Hamms, and that infamous Brown Label beer, are no longer brewed in Tumwater, Washington.


It was every guzzler of cheap beers dream (myself EX-cluded) to make the pilgrimage to Tumwater at least once in their lifetime. But now one must journey across the Bible Belt to experience the Olyland.
Yes, it is now brewed in Texas! Geeeaaaaaaaaaaaaawd! I suppose Long Star beer makes the grade to be included as a classic, sub-standard brew. So I suppose that Oly is now in good company.

Museums

I know that you cannot judge the enormity of this museum's front entrance by this picture, but I assure you, it is truly impressive! Those doorways are a good 12 feet high.


1831 John Bull (and wife)

This is the Little Engine That Could, and did get inside the Museum of American History. That is a life-size replica of a horse to the left.

The early Americans revered George Washington to an extreme.

The Greensboro's Lunch Counter--go look it up.

There were hundreds of people in the museum walking around Sleeping Beauty, and yet he snored on, oblivious to his surroundings.

An egg about to be scrambled...

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Thursday, July 19, 2007

Momument to Washington

Baltimore is a city of monuments and one in particular is dedicated to George Washington. It has been the center piece of Baltimore’s Mount Vernon Place since 1829*. Situated in the center of a circular, cobblestone drive that is flanked by a tree lined park, a fountain, and bronze statues depicting various aspects of our Republic’s foundation: “WAR,” “FORCE” (which includes deception and thievery), “ORDER,” and “PEACE.” The surrounding park is a place where people come to quietly gather. On the day I visited, it was mostly derelicts sleeping on park benches and washing up in the fountain. The inspiration for this pillar was undoubtedly Trajan’s Column in Rome, but it was done without the imperial pomp and flash of Trajan’s due to a lack of funds and cost overrides. Nonetheless, it is equally as impressive, and I say this as a witness of both.

Adorning the top of the column’s 178 feet, a limestone statue of George Washington—-originally he was going to be riding in a chariot—takes an upright pose. The commanding view from the top is breath-taking, as are the steps that lead you there. I counted 228 steps that corkscrew up the core of the tower, and I counted half that coming down. The tight staircase reminded me of my youthful frolic up the spiral stairs of Paris’ Notre Dame. Unfortunately, the decades since have loosened the coils of my youthful spring, such that I stood on the final stoop with rickety knees and legs that wobbled. The heat inside the monument was unforgiving and the humidity crushing.

"Great Washington stands high aloft on his towering mainmast in Baltimore , and like one of Hercules' pillars, his column marks that point of human grandeur beyond which few mortals will go." - Herman Melville, from Moby Dick

Unquestionably, I have gone where “few mortals will go” (especially in mid-July), and I am here to
say that I shant go there again. (By the way, that awesome gothic cathedral in the background is Mount Vernon Place United Methodist Church, of which we are members—I mentioned it in a previous email.)

HAIL TO THE CHIEF:
Washington’s Column at Mount Vernon Place with Washington posing at the top.

A marble bust of Washington representing him as a Roman warrior (this is inside the small museum at the base of the column). Note his Romanesque hairdo.

View from behind iron grate at the top of the column (the spire of Mount Vernon Place UMC). There are four doors at cardinal points on a compass from which to view the city.

.This is the last known photograph taken of George Washington. It captures him in a private moment whilst he contemplated his legacy, and puzzled over a troublesome hangnail.

Final stoop before iron grate at the column’s interior apex.

Separation of a marble step near the top where an alarming crack has formed in the center column that supports Washington’s statue.


*The cornerstone was laid in 1815, but plans for its construction commenced in 1809. The War of 1812 interfered with its execution.


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