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Getting Penitent in Philly

A visit to the Eastern State Penitentiary Museum in Philadelphia is informative, eerie, and thought-provoking. This massive museum is in the Fairmont neighborhood, so if you arrive there hungry, you can pick from an array of cuisines within a few blocks. Fortifying oneself with some food is recommended, as a full tour of the sprawling grounds of the museum will get some steps in. We chose substantial and delicious bahn mi (described as “Vietnamese hoagies”) at a small cafe called iPho (get it?) a couple blocks down the street.

We discovered that you could park on the street for free, but after lunch we wisely moved from a two hour to a three-hour parking space. You’re going to need that extra hour if you want to take in the whole museum (and you have the stamina for a three-hour museum visit). And, also if you pay online ahead of time you save a couple bucks. (My husband did this from just outside of the museum on his phone after reading that fact on the entrance sign.)

Okay, so finally inside the high gray walls of the museum, where you pick up an audio tour and strap on your headphones. I developed a dislike of audio tours over the years, because some of them are just too distracting and go on way too long. But this one was excellent. They kept the entries short and included the voices of former inmates and experts when possible, and it was also narrated by actor Steve Buscemi (a favorite from many Coen Brothers movies, which my daughter and I are partial to).

The core tour takes you through the history of the prison, but also the history of the philosophy of prisons in general. I never considered the fact that at its root, Penitentiary is – yes – penitent. The belief in the early days of American prisons was that prisoners needed complete silence, solitude, and lots of time (and a Bible which was the only allowed reading material) to contemplate the reasons they were locked up.

The early cells were relatively comfortable and well appointed for cells. Not exactly where you’d be wanting to spend your days and nights for months or years, but the cells included wood floors, a skylight, running water and a toilet that could be flushed once a day. (This is more than a lot of people “outside” had in those days.) Each cell had a small exercise yard reached through a tiny door in the back.

It wasn’t the accommodations, per se, but that complete solitude and silence business that drove prisoners over the edge. Most humans (as lots of people found out during the pandemic) are just not cut out for solitude and silence 24 hours a day. The prison reformers finally decided this was true and got rid of that idea.

Prison accommodations and philosophies did not improve from that point, however. Cramming two or sometimes more than two prisoners in one cell, which in later days had cold concrete floors, less light and more interaction between humans had its own problems. (An excellent timeline of the Prison is located here.)

When the basic tour ends, you have free reign to explore the rest of the interpreted spaces. Some are artist installations, which is interesting use of cell space; a multi-media area with lots of sobering information about the “war on crime” and the ill effects of prison life and prolonged stays; and a host of other interpreted areas with their own audio tour links.

Just when we were ready to exit after thinking we’d seen enough, we saw a sign to the prison synagog, which was located down a narrow alley which also once held craft shops where prisoners made things with their hands. The synagog is a tiny gem which was carefully researched and restored to its 1950s incarnation. It represented, for me, faith and hope amid the grimness that is the rest of the bleak, stony behemoth of the prison complex. A wall inviting visitors to leave their mitzvahs (simply defined here as “good deeds”) was balm after the harsh realities of the prison history and information on prisons today presented in this excellent museum experience.

Here are some photos from around the museum.

Restored early cell. Looks deceptively cozy?
Later wing of the prison when two story cells were added.
They give nighttime Halloween tours and I am sure they are terrifying.
One of the art installations which interpreted victims of murders committed by Eastern State Prisoners. (Just in case you were feeling a little sorry for the prisoners being held here… you are reminded that some of them did commit some horrendous crimes to get in here. )
Another art installation is basically a large mirror placed to reflect the ceiling of the cell making a very eerie effect.
Restored synagog.

Summing up Summer

Wow, here it is the end of summer already.  How did that happen?  After our Bengali visitors left, it seems the rest of the season just flew by.  And now its a soggy and humid Labor Day weekend.

So, that’s my excuse for not blogging more the end of the summer.  That, and the fact that my phone was in the shop for a week.  It is my primary camera now, for better or worse.  (And the dog ate my homework.)

There were some highlights – a bit of time on the Hilton Head beach despite most of the time helping my sister work out plans to transition our mom into assisted living.  A trip to California for Museum Camp at the Santa Cruz Museum of Art and History, and visit to the daughter in San Francisco.  A couple weekends at the cabin.  The lovely wedding of a good friend.  A bounty of green beans and tomatoes from the garden.  Some time around outdoor pools.

Here’s a few highly random photos highlighting those activities.

And so, fall looms on the horizon bringing (eventually) crisp weather and that “new school year” new beginnings vibe.  A sort of reset button for “normal life” after the time out of time of summer schedules and activities.

So, as summer 2018 fades into the sunset, no more excuses.

 

Hidden in Plain Site: Downtown DC

Last Saturday, my best friend since fifth grade, Debi, and I went on a DC downtown adventure (a very late celebration of her birthday, which is in October).  We met at a very crowded Renwick Gallery to take in one of the last days of the Murder is Her Hobby exhibit.  Visitors huddled around the little murder rooms, created by Frances Glessner Lee, depicting sordid deaths of the working class.  We all speculated freely about what had happened to the hapless victims.  It was grisly fun.

We then pigged out on delicious cheese redundancy at the nearby GCDC Grilled Cheese Bar.  A shared ramekin of lobster mac and cheese and cheeseburger grilled cheese sandwich later, we rolled out and sought caffeine at Compass Coffee a few blocks away.

Time for a walk.  Consulting a map attached to the side of a bus stop, we set off to visit an obscure monument to The Nuns of the Battlefield.  But we got distracted by St. Matthew’s Cathedral and totally missed the monument.  Yes, there is a cathedral in the middle of downtown DC and it is gorgeous inside, with a majestic rotunda and interesting art in all the side chapels.  We spent some time reading about all the artwork and marveling at its intricacy.  (I’ve attempted my first ever Word Press Gallery here to showcase some highlights!)

After walking blocks out of our way, and finding another little known monument to German homeopath Samuel Hahnemann, we got some intelligence from a passerby that the Nuns were located, logically, right across the street from St. Matthew’s and we had walked right past their monument.  We circled back to pay homage.   There they were, the noble ladies, in bas relief flanked by female warriors in 3-D.  Elsewhere in the city, modern day female warriors were marching in their pink hats and chanting in support of other noble causes.  Here, hidden in plain site, was the quiet testimony to these Civil War era women who did what they could, when they were needed.  Visit them sometime if you can find them.

 

Art in, Art Out, Art All About

Nothing like visiting museums to make you see the world just a bit differently.  Last week we were visiting San Francisco, and we went to two art museums, one the first day, and one the second:  the Museum of Modern Art and the De Young.  We spent the better part of the day at these museums, since they are both huge and have a lot to see.  And hear, which I will get to a bit later.

Looking at a lot of art, then walking around the city streets, everything suddenly seems like art.  Building facades, business signs, vibrant sunsets, reflections on the water.  It makes you look at things differently.  (I know I am not telling you anything new, just stating the obvious.)

The MOMA right now has an installment of art and sound called Soundtracks, which is super cool.  I especially liked the big shallow pool of water with hundreds of ceramic bowls; when one hits another, it chimes gently, like random wind chimes.  I could have sat there and watched/listened for hours, zenning out.

 

But, there was more to see, and even more the next day at the De Young, which is located in the middle of Golden Gate Park.   First you have to climb the tower to see a spectacular view of the city from all angles.  Then, if you’ve paid the extra admission, the current special exhibition is a massive collection of artwork from the ancient (modern day Mexican) city of Teotihuacan.

What to see next?  Tough choice, as sensory overload begins to set in after a few hours.  We chose to spent some time exploring the exhibition, “Revelations:  Art from the African American South.”  Found materials was one theme, including a large installation composed of charred pieces of wood from a burned church.  Insightful quotes from the artists were blown up on the wall, and so I will leave you with the comment of artist Lonnie Holley:

“What is art?  Art is everything that we have used, waiting to be used again.  That’s all art is.”

Musing on the Museum of Appalachia

A couple of weekends ago, I was visiting my old friends Bobby and Teresa Fulcher in East Tennessee, one of my old stomping grounds and the inspiration for my novel, Seasonal.  Bobby, who had served as my supervisor on the Tennessee State Parks Folklife Project in summer of 1980, took me on a marathon nostalgia tour through the highways and byways of my youthful fieldwork days.  This included a tour of the Museum of Appalachia in Clinton, TN.

The Museum is a wonderfully eclectic collection of the stuff of life, with leanings toward old-timey, traditional items such as quilts, baskets, wittlings, weavings, and that sort of thing.  It is the brainchild and more or less obsession of John Rice Irwin, who I visited at least once during my summer research to get some leads.  Say what you will about John Rice (and some people have said a lot, not all of it positive), he amassed a collection of artifacts that boggle the mind and cause one to marvel at the unending creativity and skill of East Tennessee folk.  Interpretation is not a strong point, especially if one is looking for the unobjective curatorial view.  But, if you just want to see a whole lot of East Tennessee stuff from people’s barns, attics and hidey-holes, John Rice has assembled it here for your viewing pleasure.

I had interviewed some of the craftspeople and musicians represented, as Bobby pointed out.  Memories were cloudy on some of them, but others brought back fond memories, such as whiling away an afternoon chatting with former coal miner and woodworker Troy Webb and purchasing several of his amazing “water dog” carvings.

One object that captured my imagination was Asa Jackson’s Fabulous Perpetual Motion Machine dating back to the mid-1800s  The Museum allowed a gentleman named Dave Brown to study the wheel and sketch it extensively, resulting in a book, but apparently this has brought us no closer to knowing if the wheel, when in working order, really had the capability of creating perpetual motion.

The wheel for me is a sort of metaphor for the hyperactivity of collecting frenzy that John Rice Irwin himself must have been capable of before becoming too feeble to pursue his life’s work.

This item was not labeled and I still haven’t figured out what it might be. Any ideas??

The result is something that, like the machine, is a curiosity with no clear purpose but with a great wealth of largely untapped and possibly unending potential.  Just what will become of The Museum of Appalachia and its vast collection in the future is unclear.  So, if you find yourself in East Tennessee with several hours of leisure, make a visit while it is still intact.  Be prepared to be amazed.