Road Trip 2014

August 15th, 2014

Friday, August 15, 2014

In the spirit of Steinbeck, Thelma & Louise, Charles Kuralt, and William Least Heat Moon, we set out this morning on our six thousand mile journey along the ‘blue highways’ of the northern states to see some of this vast country of ours.

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This was a trip we have wanted to do since our youthful days in the ’60s. Every ‘Baby Boomer’ dreamed about getting out on the open road to “see America”.  This summer, Jeff had the crazy idea of going to Yellowstone National Park in Wyoming “by car.”  It’s a two thousand mile trip one way, so we blocked out a span of time of about four or five weeks to complete the journey.

 

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The Red Rose Diner – Towanda, PA

The original thought was to avoid the Interstate highways and drive on small local roads that pass scenic towns and villages. After some research, we decided to begin our westward journey on Route 6 through the northern part of Pennsylvania. This two-lane highway is actually one of only a handful of roads that run the entire width of the United States from the Atlantic to Pacific coasts.

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Because we were familiar with the New York portion of the roasd, we decided to join Rt. 6 in Scranton, Pennsylvania and were immediately stopped by miles of construction traffic. Following a map, we wound our way through residential areas of this historic coal-mining city. The side trip took us out of the way but helped to avoid the gigantic trucks lined up on Interstate 81.

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We alternated drivers every few hours as the road continued across the northern edge of The Keystone State through poor forsaken towns and farmland. It was surprising to discover how much of northern Pennsylvania had been taken over by the gas & oil companies as fracking trucks, drilling equipment, and heavy duty support companies dominated both sides of the road. Many towns were covered in road dust and seemed abandoned as huge trucks barreled along Route 6.

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We arrived in Towanda for a late lunch at about 1:30. It was a gritty town with decaying brick buildings along the Susquehanna River. We found a decent restaurant which was located in an old train station. Jeff had wanted to have lunch at the Red Rose Diner, but unfortunately it was closed.

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The fracking operations decreased about mid-state and Route 6 undulated through green farmland and state forests. By 6:30, we had been traveling for almost nine hours and we were tired. We found ourselves in a small city named Smethport. I had read about the Mansions Inn B & B, so I called for availability for the night.

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What a treat! Jovanna and Ross Porter own three Victorian mansions along Main Street. They meticulously restored and decorated the houses and run a very successful and reasonably priced Bed & Breakfast. We stayed in the Dr. Fishman room of the Queen Anne style McCandless Mansion, built in 1891.

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All the rooms were beautifully decorated and furnished in the Victorian style. The house was a visual treat and there is so much to look at and enjoy. All guests receive a complimentary Wooly Willy which was actually manufactured in Smethport and the inventor is a personal friend of the Porters.

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Antiques Roadshow New York City

August 10th, 2014

Saturday – August 9, 2014

IMG_8072Today was our day at the Antiques Roadshow!

The popular PBS television program came to New York City and filming was held at the Jacob Javits Convention Center. I had not won the January lottery, but my son Chris did and he gave us his tickets so we were able to go. The last time the Roadshow came to New York was in 2001 and we were very excited to be able to go again to see our favorite experts, get some treasures appraised, and perhaps be on television.

IMG_8076Lobby of the Javits Center

After we showed our tickets at the entrance, we were directed into a large waiting room which was divided into long rows identified by time. The eight A.M. people were being led in when we arrived so we joined the nine o’clock line, which was the time printed on our tickets.  The young man behind us held a large rolled canvas which he said he removed from a wall in a house his parents owned in the Bronx.  The mother and daughter team in front brought an English clock and a doll passed down from a grandmother. 

IMG_8075The Timed Waiting Room

We didn’t have to wait long before our line moved toward the entrance. First, we were directed to a table where a young woman looked at our treasures and determined the appropriate categories. She gave us four tickets and instructed us regarding ‘collections’ because we had brought four paintings, two Asian objects, and an old book which she said were too many objects.

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Then we were led into a very large room with blue screens set in a circular pattern in the middle with long lines of people radiating out from the screens in every direction.  A volunteer looked at our category tickets and decided to take us to the pottery section first because the line was short.  After a little while, we presented Jeff’s framed porcelain plaque to the appraiser, David Rago.  We were encouraged when he excused himself “to talk to a colleague.” They returned and asked if they could take off the back cover to examine the markings.  Jeff said sure, and Stuart Slavid unscrewed about two dozen small screws.

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On the back of the porcelain was an inscription written in German, but no KPM markings. Both experts tried to translate the title of the piece but quickly lost interest. We learned that it was probably made in the 1900s perhaps near Berlin.  If it had the correct pedigree, it would have been worth $20,000 – $30,000. Slavid said it was a good copy and could fetch about $900 to $1200 in a good auction. I think we were all disappointed.

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We waited on the Book line to hear the British appraiser’s view of two antique books which Drew had brought. My older son and his family had won tickets in the Roadshow lottery and also attended with their treasures. The longest lines were those for paintings and Asian art which were the next two lines we had to join.

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We waited for almost an hour on the Asian Art line but were rewarded by having our favorite appraiser, Lark Mason, look at Jeff’s Chinese chop. Jeff’s mother had brought it back from a trip to China in the early 1970s shortly after Nixon opened relations with the Chinese government. Lark said he thought the tiny signature stamp was actually Japanese and handed it to his colleague, Sachiko Hori, the Japanese expert. It was probably made in the 1920s and valued at $20 – $30.  She also identified the small ivory figures as the Seven Japanese Gods of Good Luck. Then Lark handed me a slip of paper with website addresses and went on a tirade against state and federal government laws banning the sale of ivory.  These laws render anything made of ivory to be “worthless” because they cannot be sold legally. Therefore, the small ivory figures had no value.  I guess the Good Luck Gods weren’t working for us.

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The woman in front of us on the paintings line also had a complete set of Lionel trains from the 1920s in their original boxes. The set was amazing and the cars she extracted from her suitcase were in excellent condition.  We admired them and wondered if we would see her on television next spring.

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It was a lot of fun to see other people’s treasures and talk to them about their stuff. We decided that the people who watch the Antiques Roadshow are calm, polite, and have interesting stories. As we waited in line, we noticed that some of the paintings were huge, some were attractive, some were awful.  A man in line with us had a painted copy of a Rembrandt self-portrait.  It was beautiful and I wondered how much it was worth. Maybe we’ll see him on T.V.

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A little bit of Antiques Roadshow trivia: over 18,000 people applied for 3,000 tickets to the New York show. They expect 5,000 to 6,000 people to attend each roadshow event. Amazing!

IMG_8041Our Door into the Filming Circle

Once we entered the inner sanctum of the blue screens, we were directed to join another shorter line to wait for the appropriate appraiser. Several large television cameras, set up in the center of the blue screens, rotated to film segments of the show in different areas of the inner circle.  The appraisers were seated at tables along the screens by category. We watched the crews working to film one segment while another group was setting up the next shoot. Monitors, cameras, and sound equipment filled the center of the circle.

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We waited on the Paintings and Drawings line for an hour and a half. We were excited to finally reach the appraiser to look at Jeff’s paintings from his great-uncle’s collection.  We brought two medium sized Herbert Abrams’ works: one a portrait of an old man on canvas and the other a still-life with forsythias.  These were valued at $300 – $400 each at auction on a good day.  The smaller paintings were American impressionist works by Johann Berthelsen and Andre Gisson.  The appraiser used his Apple lap-top to do research and informed us that the Berthelsen painting of a snowy day at the Little Church Around the Corner on 29th Street was worth $2000 – $4000.  The Gisson scene of a flowery meadow could bring up to $1000.  We thought the larger paintings would be worth more but were happy with the news.

IMG_8068The Line for the Roadshow Feedback Booth

After waiting in lines for a total of five hours, we were much too tired to wait in another line for the Feedback Booth.  At that point, all we wanted to do was sit down, get a drink of water, and have lunch.

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We had a great time at the Antiques Roadshow – New York City – 2014 Summer Tour.  Now we have to start planning and thinking about what to bring to the next one…..

The New York Botanical Gardens

July 30th, 2014

Wednesday, July 30, 2014

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We met our friends, Gerry and Aileen, at the Botanical Gardens to socialize and take photographs.  The ‘garden’ is an amazing 240 acre oasis in the Bronx borough of New York City.  A large portion of it is preserved native eastern woodlands.  There are magnificent old-growth trees as well as beautiful formal gardens filled with spectacular seasonal flowers. We are so fortunate to have this wonderful treasure in our own ‘backyard’.

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When I was young, my brother and I frequently walked to the Botanical Gardens from my grandparents’ house in the Bronx. It was a long walk but we spent the day exploring every corner of the ‘garden’.  We discovered the paths and trails and learned about the different sections of plants and trees.

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The Bronx River meanders through the Garden and historically provided power for the old Snuff Mill. We rested on the rock wall near the river under majestic trees and listened to the moving water.  We also enjoyed walking along the path next to the river up to the waterfall. In our childish naiveté, we thought we had discovered the waterfall and no one else knew it existed.  It was thrilling to sit next to the loud falling waters and feel the cool spray on hot summer days.  

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This Wednesday, the weather was perfect: warm in the sun, comfortable in the shade. We walked along pathways and through some outdoor seasonal gardens which were overflowing with bright blooms. We visited the Enid Haupt Conservatory to see beautiful temperate and tropical gardens. The twin reflecting pools behind the greenhouse glowed with unusual water lilies and we watched dragonflies hover above the flowers.

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The Botanical Garden has changed somewhat during the last fifty years.  It is better organized and staffed with friendlier people, and has a greater variety of plants and flowers.  New speciality areas have sprung up and there seems to be a more active outreach to the Bronx community.  There are two new buildings which house cafes and there is a large gift shop.

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Currently, the 1840 Lorillard Snuff Mill is reserved as a catering facility and offices. I think, one of the greatest rewards of getting older is to watch the constant changes around  me.  I can remember and visualize what the Gardens were like fifty years ago as I experience the current place and I wonder what it will be like in the future.

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French Invasion

July 16th, 2014

Wednesday, July 16, 2014

My cousin, Francoise, is here for three weeks to visit her American/Armenian cousins. She is a kindergarten teacher who lives in a French Mediterranean town called La Seyne sur Mer, which is located between Marseille and Toulon.  Carol, another cousin, rode the train down from Syracuse NY and also spent a few days at my house.

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We’re having fun catching up on family news, solving world events, chattering about health issues, and cooking French food with American ingredients. 

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It’s fun playing tour guide and we visited several local sights with my cousins. We went to the Chuang Yen Monastery in Carmel, NY which has the largest indoor statue of Buddha in the Western Hemisphere.  He was quite impressive at thirty-seven feet tall and surrounded by ten thousand small Buddha statues.  It was a new experience for both cousins.  Afterwards we drove along Route 131 to the lovely town of Cold Spring.  We had a tasty American lunch overlooking the river at the Hudson House Inn.

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The next day we went to Peekskill to ride on the Evening Star for a three-hour cruise up the Hudson River. We boarded the former buoy-tender as the strains of Gilligan’s Island theme song ran through my head.  The captain was a woman with twenty-one years of skippering experience.  She provided excellent detailed commentary about the history of Hudson River Valley during the tour and pointed out historic landmarks. 

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We had picked up sandwiches and enjoyed a picnic lunch on the boat which continued up to The U. S. Military Academy at West Point and then turned around to return to Peekskill.  The weather was perfect for a boat ride and the river was relatively calm.  We had a great time!

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July Fourth Weekend

July 5th, 2014

Saturday –  July 5, 2014

Mother Nature produced her own fireworks for Independence Day this year. Hot and very humid weather quickly turned to booming thunder storms which lit up the sky as a cold front rumbled eastward and connected with Tropical Storm Arthur making its way along the coast. This Fourth of July began with heavy rains, but ended by nightfall and the towns along the Hudson River Valley were able to display their own fireworks.

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Today was a brilliant cool cloudless day with low humidity and we celebrated by going to the Edward Hopper House and Art Center. This was the artist’s birthplace and boyhood home located in Nyack, NY. He lived there until 1910 and then moved to New York City to continue his illustrious career.  According to the docent, Hopper’s sister lived in the house and Hopper parked his car in the driveway ready for his vacations in Cape Cod.

IMG_0316Edward Hopper’s House on North Broadway

The neighborhood was full of beautiful historic homes which served as models for several of Hopper’s paintings. One gallery in the house featured prints, photographs, and artifacts which belonged to Edward Hopper. Another gallery exhibited paintings and sculptures of a contemporary artist.

IMG_7925Lunch at Maura’s Kitchen in Nyack

Nyack is a lovely up-and-coming Hudson River town with a diverse population.  We decided to have lunch at Maura’s Kitchen – Peruvian Home Cooking. We shared several ‘small plates’ or ‘Tapas” in the Latin-American tradition: Ceviche Mixto, Empanadas, Camarones a la Piedra (shrimp on mashed yuca), and Fish Tacos.  It was a feast which fueled my gallivanting urges to visit South America.

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