AND, FOR A TIME, ROOMMATES
“IN THE SPIRIT
A museum on the southern coast of Maine, in the small enclave called Ogunquit, is hosting a small exhibition of work by women artists dating from the first half of the twentieth century. Its title — “Remember the Ladies” — is a phrase borrowed from future First Lady Abigail Adams. She wrote it in a letter to her husband John, eventual POTUS, as he headed off to represent Massachusetts in the Second Continental Congress in 1776. “The exhibit places the artists in a continuum of American history that begins with the Revolutionary War era and continues to today.”
“Art made by women represents a tiny fraction of what contemporary museums show and collect. This has always been an unwavering prejudice, though in the late nineteenth century and for several decades thereafter change was in the air. Women achieved new levels of education and professional employment, and enthusiastically turned their attention to art. This show highlights a small group of artists who spent summers in Ogunquit, studying with Charles Woodbury, founder of the town’s first art colony. Because they made art their life’s work, these women were exceptional for their time.”
AN EXHIBITION IN DUBLIN, IRELAND
From building hospitals to caring for the homeless, these are the untold stories of the wives of the men who governed Ireland before independence from Britain. Portraits of the women are on exhibit at Dublin Castle.
My great-grandmother had a younger brother who volunteered for the Iowa National Guard just after the Pancho Villa expedition into Mexico. After America became embroiled in World War I, he was sent to Europe to fight in the trenches. He was injured in July of 1918 and died from his injuries in France, where he is buried.
Since learning about him, I have been researching his life and experiences. He wrote many letters home which have been saved for posterity.
Recently I watched a film, They Shall Not Grow Old, by Peter Jackson of Lord of the Rings fame. It is an incredible movie. It is about the First World War, using film recorded more than a hundred years ago during the war. The soldiers come to life. It is amazing the technology and techniques used to make the documentary.
It inspires me to create similar projects of my own. I want to tell the story of great-great-uncle who died in France. I want the world to know.
In Flanders Fields
BY JOHN MCCRAE
In Flanders fields the poppies blow
Between the crosses, row on row,
That mark our place; and in the sky
The larks, still bravely singing, fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below.
We are the Dead. Short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
Loved and were loved, and now we lie,
In Flanders fields.
Take up our quarrel with the foe:
To you from failing hands we throw
The torch; be yours to hold it high.
If ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
In Flanders fields.
MAY 18ᵗʰ in 1980
Known as Lawetlat’la to the indigenous Cowlitz people, and Loowit or Louwala-Clough to the Klickitat, the mountain erupted in spectacular fashion on this day forty-one years ago.
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Google celebrates Johannes Gutenberg with a Doodle. I am a big fan. Anyone who likes reading should be. I love books and I love printmaking, so I like Johannes a lot. Learn more about movable type and his creation of the printing press by following the links. His invention was revolutionary, helping the common people become literate and allowing the free flow of ideas.