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I had become many eons ago a traveling literary gnome, inquisitive about places I had and had not visited,
walking the same paths of peoples from the past, through places once grand and still grand,
photographing images that now show me the places about which I still dream . . .

Tuesday, March 2, 2010

Jewel in Greenville

While My Mr Mallory and I explored Greenville, South Carolina (Thanks, Papa Charlie!) we came upon a museum devoted to the history of the South, particularly the late 1880s. This museum seemed to me to want to burst at the seams because of its numerous items on exhibit, and the friendly, passionate volunteer said they had even more items in storage. Of note is its pre-1770s piano. They restored the piano and now play it once per year at their fundraiser, "Christmas in Dixie." It seems worth visiting there just to hear the piano!
Passionate though he seemed about the museum, the volunteer did not allow me to take pictures except those of My Mr Mallory; so, to see pictures of the piano, do visit the museum's web site at http://www.confederatemuseum.org/Christmas.html
And here are the only pictures I took of the jewel in Greenville:



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Listen, will you? I think that . . . literature, poetry, music and love make the world go round . . . while mathematics explains things; I fill my life with them, then go walking in snowy woods.
Let us go then, you and I
like two etherized patients floating
through life, together feeling prufrockian.
DDB Jr. makes my world go 'round; during his absence, Pachelbel fills it up.
One summer I sailed across the Atlantic Ocean, then through the Gulf of Finland to reach Saint Petersburg; I pursued Joseph Brodsky in its alley ways. I dream of making that two summers.
I read “Biking to Electra;” found my way in a Jaguar car, and glanced at the flashing steel grasshoppers at sunset. I’ll follow K.O.P.’s footsteps after he followed N.Scott Momaday’s; find warmth and inspiration on a rainy mountain.
Throw chinese coins for the I Ching.
Save the whales, the spotted owl, the woman in toil.
Cast a fly for trout; my memories of fly fishing under the sunny blue Colorado sky remain; I yearn to build more . . . with more trophy Browns.
Listen for the swan’s calls on the Baltic Sea. Feel KKII's joy, his arms spread wide in Yazilikaya.
Good night, Jimmy Durante, where ever you are.