Chicago: So many museums. Back in May I made time to visit one of my favorites–the Swedish American Museum in the #Andersonville neighborhood. If your roots are Svensk, you should explore this neighborhood/museum. Always a fun visit.
At the admission counter, a museum volunteer explained that there was a pop-up stand on the main floor serving cardamom rolls and coffee. I knew I had to take advantage, and I wasn’t disappointed.
Slightly sweet with a zingy/spicy flavor. This roll was just out of the oven so was warm to the touch.
Elsewhere in Swede Town is the mother of garden centers–Gesthemane–decked out in turquoise and yellow (the colors of the Swedish flag). It was a lovely day.
Headed north to Milwaukee for a Wisconsin State Fair creampuff (which I understand is legendarily good) and found myself here. The Harley-Davidson Museum.
So many motorcycles, so much chrome.
This 1909 Model 5-D is one of 12 twin-cylinder motorcycles built that year. And the only survivor.
This 1936 model is a wow.
This 1973 Electra Glide V-Twin is tricked out.
There’s a wall of tanks.
And memorabilia by the boatload.
Vroom vroom. This visit was beyond fun.
Love history? Chicago’s Historic Pullman District might be for you. Located 12 miles due south of downtown Chicago, Pullman is a planned industrial town from the 1880s plopped in a prairie.
Industrialist George Pullman constructed the town for his workers, and the town’s architecture is thoughtfully designed. To learn about the town’s unique history, head on over here.
Some items cause pause. Like this.
What was it like to attend a one-room schoolhouse in rural Wisconsin in the late 1890s? My great grandmother could tell me (she’s listed as a pupil in this souvenir), but she passed some 30 years ago. So I try to imagine. And then I pause some more.
This magazine cover features the Norseville School where Olga was a student.
At the time this magazine cover was created, the school had been abandoned. A thing, one of many, that got left behind.
As a full-time job searcher, I stopped buying non-essential things many months ago. But experiences? I budget for those. Hiked my way north and east to #Evanston to visit the Halim Museum of Time and Glass yesterday. More than 70 pieces of stained glass window art and 1,100+ time pieces.
Stained glass window making is a precise art, from what I gathered. Colors are accomplished with different types of glass, silver stains, acid etching, intricate cutting, and plating. For example, striated glass is sometimes plated with nodular glass.
Some window colors sparkle so brightly.
In some windows, as in this one, the artist hand carved a heavy slab of orange glass to create a jewel-adorned appearance.
And types of glass–how many can there be? Bunches. This stained glass window, Spirit of the Revolution by Frederick Lamb (1863-1928), incorporates the following glass types: opalescent, drapery, herringbone, striated, mottled, nodular, hammered, fractured, and acid-etched flash glass.
Admission for this museum is $19 and some change. Marvel and enjoy.
Chicago street numbers are wonderfully orderly, and we can thank the Chicago City Council for passing an ordinance in 1908 that established numbering rules and systems where chaos once reigned. If you’ve visited Chicago or call it home, all you need are coordinates (the north/south/east/west blocks) to find a specific address. The new numbering system took effect on September 1, 1909, and if you’re really lucky, you can find buildings with both numbers.
Buildings with both numbers are pretty uncommon. In the 25 years I called Chicago home, I only found three buildings with both street numbers intact. The older street number is usually reflected in a stained glass transom window above the door, as in the three-flat at 1107 S. Racine.
Earlier this week in Lincoln Park I found this on the 2000 block of N. Dayton. Squeal. What a cool surprise.
Want to nerd out and learn more about the renumbering plan and implementation? You can read up on both here.
Mississippi Public Broadcasting is a treasure trove of interesting radio programming. There’s the stuff you expect as a public radio listener anywhere in the U.S.: NPR’s Morning Edition and All Things Considered, for example. And then there’s stuff that’s unique to Mississippi–the hourly call-in gardening show to Felder Rushing (it’s such a great show).
Occassionally MPB will offer a program called Conversations. The host, Marshall Ramsey, is a celebrated Mississippian. He’s an author, a guest speaker, and cartoonist for our state’s newspaper, The Clarion Ledger. Sometime back in November I was puttering around in my car, as I am wont to do, and Marshall had the most interesting interview. It was with John Mosely, I believe. John was explaining the most incredible tale of a World War II pilot from #Vicksburg. His name was Guy Brown.
John bought a TBM Avenger, an old U.S. Navy bomber, with the hopes of restoring it to its former glory. And in the process of restoring this plane, John found Guy. John did more than find Guy. He found that Guy’s mom kept a diary of his military service on a wall in the basement of Guy’s childhood home, which is located on Drummond Street in Vickburg. This wall captures Guy’s last tour–the day he died–July 28, 1945.
You have to watch this video to appreciate this exceptional history.