Medieval History
Seeking treasure in my purse upon Saint Patrick's Day this spring, Iris found this Kewpie Doll, which I had been keeping as a talisman of wonderful medieval possibilities. She immediately named it Mr. Saint, in honor of the propitious day on which he was found, and the doll became the children's collective imaginary, not-so-imaginary friend. He gets in total trouble. He wreaks havoc. He dies in unbelievable ways (his daily bath in dishwashing liquid in especially treacherous). And he travels with us everywhere we go. That this tiny Kewpie Doll has not been lost in a house where I can't find my giant batch of keys most mornings is a testament to how they love him, and amazing. It made his sudden appearance (compliments of Oliver) in the first picture that I was taking of the Parthenon in Nashville a delight. Which was only fitting because the Parthenon in Nashville is AWESOME!
Just look at it! It's to scale and everything!!! This will make Mac, who has a thing for scale, really happy (Mac, whose e-mail are telling tales of an entirely different scale). Built for the 1897 Exposition hosted by Nashville for the purpose of housing the Fine Arts pavilion, it's the only monument they kept from the Exposition. At the time, it was bedecked with light bulbs, which were the hot new things, and it shone brightly in the night in competition with the lit pyramid next to it. The pediments are there, as are the metopes, but I'd love to know the decisions to not do the frieze - too many naked Athenians? Too dang difficult?
The 40'+ statue of Athena holding Nike, on the other hand, was a go!!! Eleanor's the tiny little thing in a too-short dress from last summer (I now realize looking at the picture), while Athena towers above her. Where the ancient Athenians used plates of ivory and gold on a wooden structure, modern Nashvillians used plaster and paint. The effect is still tremendous and the steady stream of people coming up the stairs exclaiming their wonder was great to behold. First, because there was a steady stream of people (this is not an abandoned building), and second, because it reminded me of the effect of the Sainte Chapelle and could prompt some musings about the universal affect of awe, and scale and size, and wonder in general.
But our beloved Donna awaits for a great day together, so I will just end with a delighted Iris having found a plaster cast of her namesake, Iris the goddess of the rainbow, from the west pediment. She was truly awed, my already plucky little girl, by the size and power of this goddess on the go. In some ways, there is no less likely place for a first feminist moment (if that's what this rush to gladness in self-determination was), in others, what a great place to start!
- Thorough Thoreau
I would be willing to bet that Thoreau did not have children when taking his walks, especially six year olds who do not suffer pebbles in their shoes gladly. The fall colors are here, quite suddenly it seems, and so we take to the woods. But...
- Children, Nature, Selves
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- Happy Birthday, Oliver
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- The Fragility Of Goodness
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- Funky Peace
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Medieval History
Mr. Saint
- Thorough Thoreau
I would be willing to bet that Thoreau did not have children when taking his walks, especially six year olds who do not suffer pebbles in their shoes gladly. The fall colors are here, quite suddenly it seems, and so we take to the woods. But...
- Children, Nature, Selves
The return from Atlanta has been a deep nesting experience (the exact opposite of Mac's days in India which have been unfurling in more and more extraordinary ways). The fifteen (!) boxes of glorious books from my beloved Donna have emerged,...
- Happy Birthday, Oliver
These ten days between Eleanor's birthday and Oliver's are always the craziest: turning grades in, saying good-bye to students, graduation, cleaning out the office, oh and there's a wedding anniversary in there somewhere. This summer,...
- The Fragility Of Goodness
Sometimes the reminders of the above are incredibly swift. Iris had a bicycle accident yesterday - in the strangeness that follows, we spent five hours in the emergency room, were under lockdown for an altercation in the waiting room, had conversations...
- Funky Peace
When in D.C. at the fabulous National Art Gallery, knowing there's an Arcimboldo show your mom can't wait to take you to, and having just been through the awesome kid section of the gift shop, what else is there to do but don your funky hologram...