#Linden Glass Company

[blueiscoool]

Frank Lloyd Wright Ceiling Light from the Francis W. Little House, Peoria, Illinois

Executed circa 1902-1903. Executed by the Linden Glass Company, Chicago, Illinois. Iridized and opalescent glass, 'colonial' brass-plated came, patinated bronze. 29½ in. (74.9 cm.) drop. Lantern: 8½ x 16⅛ x 16⅛ in. (21.6 x 40.9 x 40.9 cm.).

[musamora]

𝖜𝖎𝖙𝖍𝖎𝖓 𝖆 𝖋𝖎𝖊𝖑𝖉 𝖔𝖋 𝖌𝖗𝖎𝖊𝖛𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖘𝖙𝖆𝖗𝖘 「𝔣𝔶𝔬𝔡𝔬𝔯 𝔡𝔬𝔰𝔱𝔬𝔢𝔳𝔰𝔨𝔶」 ༉‧₊˚

content. gn!reader. major spoilers (bsd s5 ep 11), language of flowers, grief/mourning, dissociation, major character death, multiple extended metaphors, biblical references, established relationships, hurt no comfort, heavy angst, i apologize for this in advance. not proofread. 1.2k+ words.

author's note. partially based on an old post. i have cried multiple times throughout writing this oneshot (which has been oddly therapeutic). i hope my fellow fyodor lovers are taking care of themselves this week.

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𝖜𝖍𝖎𝖙𝖊 𝖗𝖔𝖘𝖊𝖘 / waɪt ˈrəʊzɪz / ━━━ used to symbolize remembrance, love, and respect for the departed person, and a way of telling others that the departed has gone to heaven (Thursd).

A warmth burbled inside the hearth as swirled streams of flame billowed in gusts to then melt. Beams of amber shined against dusty glass frames splayed on a mantle, immortalized faces incandesced in the flickering shimmers of light. An older couple stood out against paled snow, hands resting against the shoulders of their budding son, whose eyes bore the most piercing of hues. Another sat beside it, captured from the same year. That same boy snuggled against the shoulder of another child as they both burrowed in the shade of a Linden tree, its branches unable to conceal the purity of their smiles as they relished in the company. Their frigid fingers intertwined as autumn turned to winter, heartened enough by each other's presence alone. Each photograph was a mere piece of a procumbent gallery; not an inch of the wooden surface remained uncovered as a story unfolded between each one.

However, a painting towered above them all.

Soft strokes blurred the resemblance of an anachronistic cathedral, walls sown with ancient tales of worship and devotion destined with promises of a life beyond living. But the centerpiece was them, a pair of blooming faces with those same intertwined fingers, eternally bound in the holiest of displays. Those piercing eyes, now delicate as the boy, who had grown into a man, looked upon his beloved with once-in-a-lifetime veneration.

The crackles of a record clicked into place as it spun endlessly on its track, humming a gentle melody into the comfortable ambiance, thawing the glacial remains of lonesome silence. (Name) nestled into their husband's office chair, fingers dancing across the worn surface of a letter. Fondness shone upon their face as they traced each smudged letter, allowing themself to be swallowed into leather. They flicked one of the papers with a resounding fwick, a glimmer in their eyes.

Nights ensnared in the confinements of a cell would only draw out yearning in the most desperate of men. But I will feel the touch of your enlightened hands in due time, моя милая. Like Joseph returned to Asenath, I will be home in time, as the Lord allows. Со всей моей любовью и душой, ��едя

Yearning sighs escaped their lips, careful to place the letter back into an overstuffed box piled high with months of correspondence. They spread their hands against the arms of the chair, grasping onto the ledges as if holding onto another, head tilted back as tired eyes fluttered shut with a harmonical whistle in their throat, only to be interrupted by muffled knocks resonating from the front door.

The sequence was familiar — precise but shaken. Their eyes widened, breaking from the web of warmth as they rose from the chair. It was one of his subordinates; it had to be. Their feet pounded against rickety floorboards, the inanimate house bustling with life as they scrambled to mend their appearance. A heart pounded into the open air, swinging the door open, only to be met with the stars that forever drifted in the sky.

So gentle they were. So peaceful.

But it was not a person that they expected, instead immediately looking toward their feet with a knowing huff. And there it was, lying limp on the doormat — a bouquet of flowers.

These were unusual flowers, not unknown, but not the typical crimson salvias or milky corianders that usually arrived with each delivery. A frown deepened the insomnolent contour rooted in their eyelids as they bore their gaze into the menagerie of mismatched petals, enflamed anticipation glaciating into cool desolation. They lifted the bundle with utmost care, breeze twirling the ringlets of their hair as a forlorn omen. The door rocked back and forth as the wind went unnoticed, skin prickled as the heat of summer skies frosted over as they walked further into the house's silhouette.

Each flower was carefully plucked from its companions and spread in lonesome piles on the cold kitchen counter. Vibrant lilac shades of heliotropes blossomed, mementos of Tyrian eyes frozen in eternal devotion, softened only at their touch.

Paper scratched the soft skin of their palms, hands quick to toss out imperfections that sunk to the bottom of the wrap. One took a brilliant aquilegia, twirling it in their finger as violet speckles flaked into the air with each twist. The last they had seen these flowers was the eve of their engagement. Whispers of their resolute, intertwined paths were loosened from tight lips by a wine that had pried apart their own so intimately.

The blade of a knife sliced through solid air, a resonant haze efflorescent with each cut. They did not care to flinch as it slivered through their skin, silent as they beheld the vermillion that splattered the stem of a weeping hyacinth. These burdensome flowers danced in the eyes of Moscow passersby's sorrow, lining the trail toward an isolated mortuary rooted into the hill that overlooked their childhood home.

Each was placed carefully into a stiffened vase, crossed to shape a flawless display of rich purples and pinks. But even in the midst of such vibrancy, such life, one flower peeked underneath the rest, ghostly white petals acting as the centerpiece to this puzzle.

White roses.

Only once had they seen these flowers, often turned away with a constricted heart whenever their eyes merely glanced upon those petals. That same older couple, their faces immortalized not in bushels of homely flame but instead spectral through the flickers of a vigil. Those piercing eyes, the same that dared to carve into their very being, dulled in the gloom of despair, creased as sleep evaded the body and spirited abandoned the soul.

Perhaps it was for that reason he knew to prepare flowers; that no words could relieve the aching years bound to follow.

They loured upon the embodiment of their destination, life washed out by the emptiness that stood before them. Goosebumps scattered across the skin, an unforgiving frost rooted in place as their fingers twitched against wood. Then, the monotony snapped, the wound pulsing with pain as their body careened. Their eyes drifted from those retched flowers, falling upon a chair — his chair.

And they knew.

None would sit there. Not ever. The seat would remain forever occupied by the smoke of a spark snuffed out eternally, erased in only a few short moments of recollection. Cruel. The mind is but an uncaring machine, able to reach thoughts no human could bear.

And they trembled in the consequences of thought, far too conscious to move. Nails carved irate indentions into the table as knees buckled beneath them, body collapsing onto the cold wooden floor as deafened sobs excavated from their lungs. They clawed at their throat, unable to breathe as ignorance escaped them, paralyzed as if the reaper himself had mercifully struck his scythe down upon them.

A presence watched from beyond a now motionless door, snow-white tresses that shone against beams of moonlight, a man wincing at the guttural, broken screams of an empty heart that echoed from inside. The house was far too still now, far too large for only one soul to occupy. Unable to bear another moment of torment, he scraped the dirt from his uncovered palms, neglecting the tears that stained his cheeks as he fled from the home, now only a mausoleum of memories sitting within a field of grieving stars.

моя милая = my darling со всей моей любовью и душой = with all my love and soul федя = fedya

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[shilladodo]

Omegaverse pt1

Karasuno

Daici is an alpha and nobody can deny it. The strong scent of oak, orange and Good coffee just out of the mocha is difficult to get rid of if a hug or being close enough to him happens.

For this reason in the first year, he had "the safety distance" that he put into practice when an omega approached.

Sugawara Koshi. He is the most beloved alpha of the school at home of his appearance. Several omegas try with him, who, not being interested, goes away calmly. He prefers Betas. Its smell is Linden, Passion fruit and coriander. During matches, his inner Alpha gets so excited that he sometimes has a hard time keeping it at bay.

Ennoshita is a quiet boy, many mistake him for a Beta. Instead he too is an Alpha. The smell of him is not very strong. Lemon tea with mango and cinnamon, it's a typical smell for an omega. All this is due to relatives. The grandmother is an Alpha (alpha women are rare) the parents beta. He likes omegas with short hair.

Tanaka. Even for him it doesn't have to be said. A strong Alpha who loves the beautiful manager Kiyoko. The strong personality greatly affects the smell of her. Spices, roasted meat and a light night of tiger lily, younger alphas fear it.

Hinata's entire family is made up of betas. but he is an Omega. Until his sister was born, his uncles thought he was adopted. Also Natsu Is AN omega. They also smell very similar. They both taste like clementines. For Hinata it is also calendula and honey.

Tobio is also an alpha. He doesn't really like the attention he gets from omegas. He is blatantly gay, he will never admit it though, due to a super straight blonde alpha who would make fun of him. (Cof, cof, tsukki, stop please...) It tastes like milk, salmon and parquet wax. When he gets pissed he only tastes like rotten milk.

Asahi Is a big alfa With BDE. Unfortunately this causes many to see him as a nasty alpha, territorial and very aggressive if he touches his partner. It's nothing true. He's so sweet of a man, his alpha sends angst filled vibes whenever someone doesn't understand his good intentions. Vanilla, cherry tree and earth are its smell. Most of the time it just feels earthy. When she walks into the gym, she can smell her full scent.

Tsukishima kei. This guy is an Alpha. He doesn't know that his best friend loves him. He just can't see it damn, he needs more glasses ... Deep down he likes the company of Bokuto and Kuroo (He won't even admit it under torture though). And yes. He would make fun of Tobio if he found out that he is gay. If Yamaguchi confesses, he'll turn so red that he'll risk exploding. Its smell is of spicy udon, mint and spray paint. When Yamaguchi argued at the retreat, he was so frustrated that the smell As a chemist he did not take off his clothes.

Nishinoya, This little sliver of pure energy is a beta. His Kohai are terrified of him, again for the same reason. He hangs around like a sentinel alongside Kiyoko and Yachi. This ball of energy, it's so fast, third years don't know how to handle it. except Sugawara. the small and overly energetic beta calms down when he senses that i The alpha of the captain and the number 2 make them nervous. Although it happens that Yuu doesn't give a damn, so he ends up running away from his senpai. . It tastes like star anise, chilli pepper and green tea.

Kiyoko: Obviously it's an Omega. It's not true, she's an Alfa ass kicker too. She knows how to defend herself well from the alphas in heat who hit on her. And she hurts him, all right if she hurts him. Since alpha females are rare, they are also the most respected. So she could conveniently tell Tanaka and Nishinoya to stop "protecting" her. But he likes their liveliness. Its smell is of roses, whiskey and tobacco, inherited from his grandfather.

Yachi is considered the cutest female omega of the first year. She doesn't know, otherwise she would have passed out from embarrassment. When she met the team she was so nervous that her smell was undefined. He loves and admires Kiyoko, his omega would start crying like a baby if he ever made such a big mistake in front of his senpai. She and Asahi get along well, as they are both insecure. Its smell is composed of wildflowers, blueberry mochi and sea breeze.

[ama2024]

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[pgaluminium]

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[koikishu]

Parade of Nations - Czech Republic

French: République Tchèque // English: Czech Republic // Japanese: チェコ共和国 (Cheko Kyōwakoku)

    Czech Republic formed its National Olympic Committee in 1899 and participated in its first Olympics as a country at the 1994 Lillehammer Winter Olympics. They haven’t hosted any Olympic Games, but they’ve participated in 6 Summer Games and 7 Winter Games. The Olympic sports in which the Czech Republic has medaled are Athletics, Boxing, Canoeing, Cycling, Judo, Modern Pentathlon, Rowing, Sailing, Shooting, Tennis, Triathlon, and Wrestling.

Kimono Maker: Chiso Co., Ltd./ 千總

    “Incorporating the colors and sensibilities of Mucha, the modern art of Art Nouveau, this work was created by boldly arranging the vitality of the linden tree and the stained glass of the church and the clock face. You can feel the dignity of the Czech Republic, which boasts a noble culture, by incorporating the pattern of the national emblem in an effective position. The ingenuity that makes the impression of the work calm and delicate by changing the thickness of the outline line shows the rich sensibility and high ability of the long-established dyeing company.”[1]

Obi Maker: Kawashima Selkon Textiles Co.,Ltd./ 川島織物セルコン

    “The design has been sublimated with the motif of decorative hand-cut bohemian glass, which is a craft carved in tradition and history. Silver-tone sand is applied to a white background and woven for a three-dimensional effect and transparency.” [1]

Bibliography

Source 1 – Kimono Project for Czech Republic

(https://kimono.piow.jp/nation/188.html)

Index Page – IOWKP x Tokyo 2020 Parade of Nations

[almostarts]

Frank Lloyd Wight, “Wisteria Window,” Circa 1903-1905,

Executed by the Linden Glass Company, Chicago for the entry hall of the Darwin D. Martin House, Buffalo, New York,

Iridized, opalescent and clear glass, lead "colonial" cames, with a lacquered wood frame and base.

51⅝ x 18 x 18 in. (131 x 45.7 x 45.7 cm) including base and frame,

38⅝ x 14 x ⅜ in. (98 x 35.5 x 1 cm) for the window.

Sotheby’s

[doubleattitude]

24/SEVEN Dance Convention, Provo, UT: RESULTS

High Scores by Age:

Sidekick Solo

1st: Stella Brinkerhoff-’Fly

2nd: Mila Renae-’Move’

2nd: Sylvie Win Szyndlar-’Rainbow Connection’

3rd: Monaco Gonzales-’B.E.A.T.S’

3rd: Ivy Mcewan-’Dance Like Your Daddy’

3rd: Finley Nielsen-’Make You Feel My Love’

4th: Malia Tuaileva-’Stupid Cupid’

4th: Navie Mees-’Sweet Child’

4th: Melina Blitz-’The Poet Creature’

5th: Avery Van Cott-’Blood, Sweat and Tears’

6th: Brinley Lulloff-’Speaking French’

7th: Naomi Harper-’Speechless’

8th: Penelope Prager-’Here Comes The Sun’

8th: Kai Diaz de Leon-’What A Wonderful World’

9th: Addalyn Daley-’Smallest Light’

10th: Olivia Foote-’It’s Oh So Quiet’

Mini Solo

1st: Ruby Taylor-’I Got It’

2nd: Tiara Sherman-’..And The Things That Remain’

2nd: Ellary Day Szyndlar-’Snow’

3rd: Elsie Sandall-’Almost Gone’

3rd: Tessa Ohran-’Knock 1-2-3′

3rd: Alexis Alvarez-’Welcome Home’

4th: Kylie Lawrence-’Breathe In’

4th: Karyna Majeroni-’Pistolette’

4th: Kendyl Miller-’Stand By Me’

4th: Kalista Greer-’Yesterday’

5th: Reegan Francis-’Just A Girl’

6th: Kate Baker-’I’ll Stand By You’

7th: London Smith-’Feel My Love’

8th: Brielle Maciel-’Lean On Me’

9th: Anistyn Larsen-’Desire’

9th: Addison Price-’We Will Not Give In’

10th: Claire Hansen-’By The Roses’

10th: Esprit Frank-’Grains’

10th: Brooklyn Ward-’Here I Am’

10th: Khloe Douros-’Not About Angels’

10th: Tabitha Nan-’Torn’

10th: Hadlee Heriford-’Unbroken’

10th: Patience Hughes-’Weird People’

Junior Solo

1st: Brooke Toro-’As The Dust Settles’

2nd: Stella Condie-’Go Away’

2nd: Bella Fernandez-’She Was Running’

3rd: Kylie Kaminsky-’Beneath the Surface’

3rd: Mya Tuaileva-’Can’t Unhear’

3rd: Kamri Peterson-’Crawl When You Can’t Walk’

3rd: Colby Rich-’Exhale’

4th: Taylor Harrison-’Dawn Chorus’

4th: Makaia Roux-’Everything I Wanted’

4th: Abbi Francis-’Feel It Still’

5th: Kortlynn Rosenbaugh-’Concentration’

5th: Victoria Johnson-’Genius’

5th: Brooke Dubbs-’I Know’

5th: Seren Carter-’Natural’

5th: Alita Kneeland-’Spine’

6th: Lena Hirsch-’Forsaken’

6th: Bosco Wong-’Malaguana’

6th: Vivienne Mitchell-’Metamorphosis’

6th: Blakely Bell-’Shifting’

7th: Caroline McGowan-’Everything Evaporates’

7th: Amaya Llewellyn-’Must’

7th: Kanon Greer-’To The Sky’

8th: Mia Olson-’Marionette Mischief’

8th: Stella Paxton-’Punching In A Dream’

8th: Taytym Ruckle-’Ultraviolet’

9th: Anna Hendershot-’Human’

10th: Reese Kringlen-’Enough’

10th: Aida Nielsen-’Heart of Glass’

10th: Reese Newmarker-’Small World’

Teen Solo

1st: Brady Farrar-’And You’ll See Me’

2nd: Beth Anne McGowan-’Informally Cool’

2nd: Izzy Howard-’Labryinth’

2nd: Hailey Bills-’You’

3rd: Allie Andrew-’Coiled’

3rd: Addison Middleton-’Dark Dissonance’

3rd: Jordan Lassiter-’Joyful Girl’

3rd: Sabine Nehls-’No Regrets’

3rd: Oana Barber-’Tenderness’

4th: Alexis Adair-’A.M.’

4th: Zoe Ridge-’A Thousand Eyes’

4th: Ceilidh McSeveney-’Harm Me’

4th: Gabriella Jensen-’Lost In Your Lies’

5th: Luke Barrett-’Eden’

5th: Emersyn Dickson-’Plans We Made’

5th: Jordynn Christianson-’Sideshow’

5th: Indy Benson-’Soundscape’

6th: Olivia Pinon-’Les Mots Bleus’

6th: Rylee Arnold-’Dirty Diana’

6th: Kya Story-’Gimme All Your Love’

6th: Cydney Heard-’I Dream of You Again’

6th: Hailey Nieva-’I Forgot’

6th: Cassandra Wagstaff-’Zucht 2′

7th: Mia Ibach-’Koladi Ola’

7th: Jaylynn Lindley-’Wisdom Cries’

7th: London Ludwig-’Work’

7th: Ella DeVore-’Zeita’

8th: Emma Martin-’Problem’

8th: Tessa Horsley-’Reflections’

9th: Tiffany Robinson-’Touch’

10th: Madison Goulding-’Mad World’

10th: Ava Allred-’Promises’

10th: London Williamson-’Slow Decent’

Senior Solo

1st: Carter Williams-’20 Years’

1st: Abby Dayton-’Acceptance’

1st: Elijah Hatch-’Escaping Darkness’

2nd: Brooklin Hunsaker-’Godspeed’

2nd: Brooke Melillo-’HIT’

2nd: Amanda Taylor-’I Was Wrong’

2nd: Sicily Redd-’Lamentation’

2nd: Natalia Jensen-’The Last Of Us’

2nd: Paige Wagstaff-’These Days’

3rd: Camry Blackhurst-’Airstrike’

3rd: Ashley Wilcox-’Emigre’

3rd: Taylor Tebbs-’Inertia’

3rd: Chloee Lowrence-’Recall’

4th: Emily Marsh-’Destination’

5th: Ambrie Kirkham-’Blues Run The Game’

5th: Remy Wright-’Moments Passed’

6th: Freddie Linden-’Rescue Me’

7th: Kelsey Tippetts-’Never Grow Old’

7th: Savannah Shaw-’Space Is Only Noise’

7th: Sydni Desmond-’Wild As The Wind’

8th: Abigail Crittenden-’Space’

8th: Charley Osterberg-’Woman’

9th: Rachel McEwan-’I Won’t Hurt You’

9th: Eleni Yannias-’Slow Down’

9th: Lyvia Day-’Tides’

9th: Chloe Baddley-’Volcanic’

10th: Caitlyn Lane-’My Strange Addiction’

Sidekick Duo/Trio

1st: Center Stage Performing Arts Studio-’No More I Love Yous’

2nd: Center Stage Performing Arts Studio-’I’ve Got Rhythm’

3rd: Center Stage Performing Arts Studio-’Hound Dog’

Mini Duo/Trio

1st: Center Stage Performing Arts Studio-’Blue Skies’

2nd: Center Stage Performing Arts Studio-’King’

3rd: Danceology-’Do Something’

Junior Duo/Trio

1st:  Center Stage Performing Arts Studio-’Size’

2nd: The Winner School-’Million Dollar Secret’

3rd: Center Stage Performing Arts Studio-’Weightless’

Teen Duo/Trio

1st: The Rock Center for Dance-’Last Light’

2nd: Center Stage Performing Arts Studio-’Not The News’

3rd: Empower Dance-’All My Friends’

Senior Duo/Trio

1st: Center Stage Performing Arts Studio-’I’ll Never Love Again’

2nd: The Winner School-’In Search Of’

3rd: Artistic Dance Project-’Voodoov’

Sidekick Group

1st: Center Stage Performing Arts Studio-’Bird’

Mini Group

1st: The Winner School-’Big Time’

2nd: The Winner School-’Dance Bug’

3rd: The Winner School-’Stand By Me’

Junior Group

1st: The Winner School-’Icon’

2nd: The Winner School-’Searching Together’

3rd: The Winner School-’You Don’t Know Me’

Teen Group

1st: The Winner School-’Free Hand’

1st: The Winner School-’Moving On’

2nd: The Winner School-’Magnificent’

3rd: The Winner School-’War Song’

Senior Group

1st: Artistic Dance Project-’A Little After The Sun’

2nd: Artistic Dance Project-’Letting Go’

3rd: Artistic Dance Project-’Boombastic’

Sidekick Line

1st: Center Stage Performing Arts Studio-’Let’s Get Loud’

2nd: Center Stage Performing Arts Studio-’Scooby Doo’

3rd: Center Stage Performing Arts Studio-’New Girl In Town’

Mini Line

1st: Center Stage Performing Arts Studio-’The Moon’

2nd: Center Stage Performing Arts Studio-’I Work 2020′

3rd: Center Stage Performing Arts Studio-’Uptown Girls’

Junior Line

1st: Center Stage Performing Arts Studio-’Girls’

2nd: Center Stage Performing Arts Studio-’Sad Day’

3rd: The Dance Company-’Entropy’

Teen Line

1st: Artistic Dance Project-’Greed’

2nd: Center Stage Performing Arts Studio-’Sometimes When It Rains’

3rd: The Winner School-’Feel It Still’

Senior Line

1st: Artistic Dance Project-’Storm’

2nd: Artistic Dance Project-’Mother’

3rd: Artistic Dance Project-’Live Another Life’

Mini Extended Line

1st: Center Stage Performing Arts Studio-’Time’

2nd: Artistic Dance Project-’Super Model’

Junior Extended Line

1st: Center Stage Performing Arts Studio-’I Love It’

Teen Extended Line

1st: Center Stage Performing Arts Studio-’Could Look Away’

2nd: Center Stage Performing Arts Studio-’Aquatic’

3rd: Artistic Dance Project-’Can’t Pretend’

3rd: Center Stage Performing Arts Studio-’Pink and Blue’

Senior Extended Line

1st: Center Stage Performing Arts Studio-’Goliath’

2nd: Center Stage Performing Arts Studio-’You’

3rd: Artistic Dance Project-’Knocking On Heavens Door’

Mini Production

1st: Center Stage Performing Arts Studio-’Swagger Jagger’

Junior Production

1st: Center Stage Performing Arts Studio-’Snitches and Rats’

1st: Artistic Dance Project-’Take It’

2nd: Artistic Dance Project-’Swish’

Teen Production

1st: Center Stage Performing Arts Studio-’Diamonds’

1st: Center Stage Performing Arts Studio-’For Dodo’

2nd: Center Stage Performing Arts Studio-’Sexy Back’

Senior Production

1st:  Center Stage Performing Arts Studio-’No Bystanders’

High Scores by Performance Division:

Sidekick Contemporary

Center Stage Performing Arts Studio-’Bird’

Sidekick Lyrical

Center Stage Performing Arts Studio-’The Rose’

Sidekick Specialty

Center Stage Performing Arts Studio-’Let’s Get Loud’

Sidekick Musical Theatre

Center Stage Performing Arts Studio-’New Girl In Town’

Sidekick Hip-Hop

Center Stage Performing Arts Studio-’Scooby Doo’

Mini Musical Theatre

The Winner School-’Big Time’

Mini Jazz

Center Stage Performing Arts Studio-’I Work 2020′

Mini Lyrical

Center Stage Performing Arts Studio-’The Moon’

Mini Specialty

Center Stage Performing Arts Studio-’Uptown Girls’

Mini Contemporary

Center Stage Performing Arts Studio-’Time’

Mini Ballroom

Center Stage Performing Arts Studio-’Swagger Jagger’

Junior Contemporary

Center Stage Performing Arts Studio-’Sad Day’

Junior Jazz

Center Stage Performing Arts Studio-’I Love It’

Artistic Dance Project-’Take It’

Junior Lyrical

Artistic Dance Project-’Bright Horses’

Junior Tap

Center Stage Performing Arts Studio-’Birds’

Junior Ballet

Center Stage Performing Arts Studio-’Going to School’

Junior Ballroom

Center Stage Performing Arts Studio-’Girls’

Junior Hip-Hop

Center Stage Performing Arts Studio-’Snitches and Rats’

Teen Contemporary

Center Stage Performing Arts Studio-’Could Look Away’

Teen Musical Theatre

The Winner School-’Next to You’

Teen Tap

Center Stage Performing Arts Studio-’Softly, Heavy’

Teen Jazz

Center Stage Performing Arts Studio-’Sexy Back’

Teen Lyrical

The Winner School-’Moving On’

Teen Ballet

Center Stage Performing Arts Studio-’Sometimes When It Rains’

Teen Specialty

Artistic Dance Project-’Greed’

Teen Ballroom

Center Stage Performing Arts Studio-’Diamonds’

Teen Hip-Hop

Center Stage Performing Arts Studio-’For Dodo’

Senior Ballet

Center Stage Performing Arts Studio-’Lost Light’

Senior Contemporary

Center Stage Performing Arts Studio-’You’

Senior Jazz

Artistic Dance Project-’Boombastic’

Senior Tap

Artistic Dance Project-’I Wanna Dance’

Senior Lyrical

Artistic Dance Project-’Letting Go’

Senior Specialty

Center Stage Performing Arts Studio-’Goliath’

Senior Hip-Hop

Center Stage Performing Arts Studio-’No Bystanders’

11 O’Clock:

Sidekick

Center Stage Performing Arts Studio-’Let’s Get Loud’

Mini

The Winner School-’Big Time’

The Dance Company-’I Feel For You’

Artistic Dance Project-’Super Model’

Center Stage Performing Arts Studio-’Swagger Jagger’

Junior

Center Stage Performing Arts Studio-’Girls’

The Dance Company-’Entropy’

The Winner School-’Icon’

Artistic Dance Project-’Take It’

Teen

The Winner School-’Moving On’

Center Stage Performing Arts Studio-’Could Look Away’

Artistic Dance Project-’Greed’

Senior

Central Utah Ballet-’Embrace’

Artistic Dance Project-’A Little After The Sun’

Center Stage Performing Arts Studio-’No Bystanders’

Studio Showcase:

The Winner School-’Moving On’

Center Stage Performing Arts Studio-’Could Look Away’

Artistic Dance Project-’A Little After The Sun’

[tiliamericana]

Muay Thai: 1.10

“Does it taste okay?” asked Agatha, looking up at Nairi across the table. Her eyes looked different without the glasses, a little tireder, less focused.

“It’s really good,” said Nairi, swallowing a mouthful of her pasta. “I don’t really know what I’m doing in the kitchen, so any meal I don’t have to figure out myself is a good one, you know?”

“Well, thank you for the ringing praise,” said Agatha drily.

“I—sorry,” said Nairi, “it is good, I do mean it.”

Agatha’s mouth twitched up with a small smile. “I know. I was only teasing.”

“Oh, well, sorry for being stupid then,” said Nairi, smiling back at her.

Agatha laughed as she pushed herself up from the table, collecting their bowls. “You’re not stupid, Nairi.”

“Thanks,” said Nairi, shifting so that Agatha could move past her to get into the kitchen. Her apartment was cramped; a single bedroom tacked on to one living space, and her round kitchen table was crammed into the corner. Nairi’s legs were a little long for it. She hesitated, watching Agatha cross to the kitchen. “Do you want a hand with the dishes?”

Agatha smiled at her, running the sink. “No, I’ve got it, I’m fussy about how I wash them. I appreciate the company, though.”

Nairi nodded, getting out of the slightly too-low seat to join her by the sink, leaning awkwardly against the countertop and crossing her arms as the smell of dishwash detergent started to tickle her nose. Nairi watched her scrub the bowls and felt a slight tinge of self-judgement: she’d run her dishwasher to clean three mugs earlier in the week. “So, um, did you get much done today?” she asked instead of thinking too hard about it.

“Hardly anything,” said Agatha, rolling her eyes. “I was in two classes today. I hate dealing with freshmen so much—they’re only barelyenrolled by their own inclination.”

“You don’t like teaching much, do you?” said Nairi, fiddling with the cuff of her sleeve where it was tucked under her elbow.

“Not at all,” said Agatha, wrinkling her nose. “Especially now—I’m trying to finish prepping this article for peer review and journal submission and it’s absolutely nerve wracking. It’s only my second time trying to get published and the first paper went through two rounds of rejections before I got anywhere. How was your day? No classes for you, right?”

“No, closed on Tuesdays and Sundays,” said Nairi with a nod. “Weekends tend to be free for more people though, so if business picks up, I might change it.”

“You had a nice sleep in and a lazy veg day, then?” said Agatha, smiling as she rinsed a cup and set it on the rack.

Nairi shrugged. “Yeah, I guess. I took some lunch over to Linden’s studio and we chatted.”

“Really?” said Agatha, and she paused. “Oh. That’s odd, Linden doesn’t really like taking people over there.”

“Yeah,” said Nairi slowly, trying to figure out the weird note in Agatha’s voice. “I think she wanted to talk about a painting she’s making me, she keeps telling me my living room is too boring.”

Agatha nodded, draining the sink. “That makes sense,” she said, reaching for a kitchen towel. “She’s very firm about art and atmosphere, your bare walls must offend her on principle.”

“I think so, yeah,” said Nairi, trying to keep her tone light. “She keeps telling me I’m going to go insane if all I have to look at is plaster and brick.”

Agatha laughed, stepping away from the sink. “She’s a bitch like that. Do you want to stay tonight? I don’t have to be on campus ‘til noon tomorrow, so I can promise not to rush you out in the morning.”

Oh, this was going to be a thing, wasn’t it. Nairi hesitated. “I’d like to,” she started, trying to pick out her words with care, “but I told Linden I’d stay up so she could check in after her job tonight, and she thinks it’ll be about one.”

“That’s okay,” said Agatha, smiling at her as she rehung the kitchen towel and stepped into Nairi’s personal space. “I sleep very solidly, so if you need to call her you can just step out, or, you know, wake me up if you need to sound the alarms.”

“Oh,” said Nairi, and she smiled awkwardly back at Agatha. “Cool. I guess that works out then.”

Agatha kissed her cheek. “Great. Do you want to watch something? I’m afraid I’m terribly boring—I recorded a documentary yesterday, it’s about giant squid.”

She was smiling as she said it though, and it wasn’t like Nairi found anything interesting when she turned her TV on. She’d gotten a DVD player with it, but she didn’t own any movies. She’d thought about it, but nothing really looked… interesting.

Agatha had a small shelf of DVDs next to her entertainment unit. She could always ask about it later.

“It sounds good,” she said, turning and following Agatha to the couch. “I’m afraid I’m terribly boring, I don’t know anything about giant squids.”

Agatha laughed as Nairi sat down, shifting closer to be next to her, leaning in against Nairi’s side. Nairi thought about it for a second, then wrapped her arm around Agatha’s shoulders. This seemed to be the right thing to do, Agatha kissing her cheek with a warm smile before turning her attention to the remote as she set the recorded program to play.

Nairi tried to pay attention to the show. The voice was soothing and passionate about the topic, well-informed as they tried to educate her on the probable facts about what was apparently a very controversial fish. Cephalopod? Apparently squid weren’t fish.

…Apparently squid weren’t the same as octopuses either.

Agatha’s hand was wrapped loosely around Nairi’s, her fingers a little too warm. Nairi thought about brushing her off, but her hand was really just hanging there, Agatha was the one holding it. Fuck, this was so much more to think about than it should have been. Agatha hummed as the narrator with the smooth transatlantic accent posed a question and laced her fingers more tightly with Nairi’s. Too late, damnit, how was she bad at sitting on a couch?

She’d always been bad at people, though. Staying away had been fine, she’d always been good at keeping people at arm’s length, how the fuckwas she supposed to let someone be close. She wanted this, didn’t she? It felt nice to be touched by people, without judgement, or grabbing. It didn’t hurt, and she missed it when they didn’t. Linden liked touching and being touched, Agatha did too, and god, she just felt lonely when she thought about it—

This was fine. It was fine.

Agatha’s thumb was rubbing a small circle on the back of her hand. Nairi squeezed it gently and rubbed her own thumb in return, making Agatha sigh and tuck her head into the crook of Nairi’s neck. Nairi shifted to let herself sink a little into the corner of her couch, bringing her legs up so that she and Agatha were lying almost parallel. It was comfortable. Agatha’s couch was squashy and good, and a thousand times better than the piece of shit in Linden’s studio. Not as wide as Nairi’s, but she’d just bought the most expensive couch that would fit in her apartment.

Agatha’s pulse against her fingers ticked up a notch and she shifted to lie against Nairi fully. This was actually good; the warm, reassuring pressure through their clothes, the presence of another person against her, soft and quiet. Like this she could pretty much ignore the too hot, moist sweatiness of Agatha’s hand in hers and focus on how nice it was to exist in the same space as her without being on guard.

She had no idea what the show was talking about now, the smooth accent was talking about depth and pressure units, the screen almost black with the ocean. She couldn’t hold onto the words; they slipped through her ears like she was in a dream. It felt like every breath she took was out of sync, a second behind the motion of her chest, like every normal movement was happening on a delay. Like she was just… visiting her own body. It wasn’t bad,necessarily, just… Odd.

“—ri? Are you okay?”

Nairi willed her head to move towards Agatha. It took far too long, but she got there eventually. She licked her lips, suddenly feeling like her mouth was too dry. “Yeah, I’m fine,” she said.

Did she always sound like that? All distant and weirdly pitched?

Agatha didn’t seem perturbed by it, so maybe she did. She leaned in towards Nairi, her lips moving, she was saying something else but Nairi couldn’t tell what it was. She saw Agatha’s lips connect with hers before she felt them. This was fine.

Totally fine. Nairi couldn’t really focus on what she was doing; it was like she was swimming while still wearing her clothes, or that one time she’d had to wade through chest high mud. One metaphorical foot in front of the other, it was just moving, just touching, that was all she had to do, then eventually they’d stop, and she was going to get clean, and have warm clothes, and there’d be a dark, safe place where she could sleep.

Agatha was nice, nicer than her, and she couldn’t even feel how sweaty her bare skin was anymore, it wasn’t as good as through the clothes, but it was probably nice, still fine—

Soft laughter reached her ears, and Nairi muzzily turned her head, finding Agatha’s face, her glasses-less eyes unfocused and smiling. “Tired, night owl?”

Not really. Nairi nodded anyway. “I have to—” she started to say, but her words were coming too slowly. When had the documentary stopped?

“Check in with Lindy, I know,” said Agatha, kissing Nairi’s bare shoulder. “We should get some sleep first, you can set an alarm?”

Nairi tried to imagine climbing into an actual bed with another human being at that moment and her brain flipped sideways. “It’s okay, I’m not tired,” she said, pulling herself to sit upright. She just needed to clear her head, that was all. She was fine.

“Alright,” said Agatha, sounding faintly amused. She reached down and picked up Nairi’s shirt from where it had dropped, handing it back, and Nairi pulled it over her head, trying not to look too relieved. It was just cheap cotton, but it was like wrapping a blanket around her shoulders, removing some of the tension in her head and her hands. Agatha kept talking without her. “Do you want some tea? I’ve got a box somewhere, I think.”

“Yeah,” said Nairi, seeing an opportunity to get some space and clinging to it. “Thanks. I’m just gonna, wash up.”

“Of course,” said Agatha, leaning in and kissing Nairi’s cheek before she stood. “There’s fresh wash cloths and proper soap under the sink.”

“Thanks,” said Nairi, doing her best to stand up and cross the room at a normal pace.

The cold water was a blessing on her hands. She left the door open a crack so that she could hear Agatha bustling about the kitchen, and she splashed some water at her eyes as she heard the tell-tale clank of a stove top kettle being filled and the gas clicking on. Her face seemed to come into focus as she stared at herself in the mirror over the sink, and she let the water run for a moment, watching a droplet slowly climb down the side of her nose and onto her cheek.

She shook her head and turned the hot tap, letting the water warm as she opened the cupboard under the sink. There was a small selection of bottles too tall for the drawers, each labelled something like “face”, “hand soap refill”, “moisturiser: body”, in identical looking printed stickers. There was a small stack of wash cloths next to them.

Nairi hesitated and grabbed a bottle of face wash and the first wash cloth from the pile. It was soft, and the soap was gentler than hers, smelling of rose and something herbal. She washed her face and hands slowly, rinsing off afterwards. The cuffs on her shirt sleeves were damp, faintly scented once she finished, and Nairi tossed the cloth into the hamper before putting the soap bottle away. She didn’t know exactly why you’d bother to use separate soaps for your face and hands, but it felt nice.

A safe topic of conversation, probably.

It took more effort than she’d care to admit to make herself open the door and go back to the main room. She couldn’t stay in the bathroom all night though, and the window was too small to climb out of.

When she came back to the kitchen Agatha had changed into sleepwear and a robe, looking very cosy, and she handed Nairi a mug of grassy chamomile tea. The ceramic was almost too hot to touch, setting Nairi’s raw fingertips on fire as she took it. She took a burning sip, giving Agatha an awkward smile in thanks.

“It’s a little late for me,” said Agatha apologetically. “But I sleep fairly hard, so I promise not to stab you when you come in.”

Nairi forced a laugh, not sure how else to respond. “Thanks. Sleep well?”

Agatha nodded, smiling warmly at her. “I will. Tell Linden to get home safe for me?”

“Sure,” said Nairi.

Agatha leaned up on tiptoe and kissed her lightly before Nairi could say or do anything else, then padded across to the bedroom with a small wave.

Nairi watched her shadow move around in the space between the door frame and the floor for several minutes before the light shut off, leaving her alone in the main room of the apartment. She glanced at the couch, and turned on the spot, taking her tea over to the table and sitting in the chair in the corner. There was a stack of books on the counter next to her and she grabbed one at random. It was a well-worn paperback branding itself a ‘classic’, and the decidedly vintage style of writing with the cramped print demanded a high level of focus that Nairi threw herself into, determined not to think of anything else.

Between it and the chamomile her nerves eventually soothed, and by the time her phone chirped with Linden’s text her mug was empty and she was no longer hyper-aware of her own heartbeat. The quiet hum of Agatha’s electronics and the difficulty of parsing what was happening on the page kept her present and relaxed.

She set down the paperback, reading Linden’s dry check in.

Lind A: out safe omw home Lind A: very boring dude no danger except for warts :p Lind A: gonna bleach my feet lol grabbed a taxi no mugging i promise xox

Nairi tapped out a quick response.

Glad I don’t have to kill anyone. Agatha says get home safe.

Lind A: safe and comfy :) Lind A: tell her she’s a bitch lol Lind A: get some SLEEP!!

Will do.

Nairi waited a few moments, but there was no further response. She set the phone down and looked over to the dark door of Agatha’s bedroom, legs tensing a little with the shift to move to stand. She chewed her lip, staring, then picked up the book and leaned back in her chair again.

[papermoonloveslucy]

WILDCAT

December 17, 1960

Wildcat is a musical comedy about Wildcat Jackson and her sister who come to oil country in 1912 to strike it rich. She runs into the prowess of Joe Dynamite, and a battle of the sexes and the oil tycoons ensues. 

Wildcat wasn’t written with the 48 year-old queen of comedy in mind so when she showed interest, the script by N. Richard Nash had to be radically re-written.

At the start of the 1960’s Ball’s career was taking a new direction. She was leaving her TV personae Lucy Ricardo (as well as her real-life husband Desi Arnaz) behind for newer horizons. It was their company Desilu that would produce Wildcat with Lucy having say over who would be cast as her co-star. After several of her first choices proved not available (including Clint Eastwood), she settled on Keith Andes.

Although Ball was not known for her singing (a fact she traded on in “I Love Lucy”) or her dancing (which she was far better at), she had the determination of Wildcat Jackson to attempt it eight times a week. 

Director and choreographer Michael Kidd – known for his athletic dances – would put Ball through her paces. The score was by Cy Coleman with lyrics by Carolyn Leigh, giving Ball the rousing anthem “Hey, Look Me Over!” and the tuneful “What Takes My Fancy.” 

The out-of-town critics were mixed, but obviously adored the red-headed star. The show was headed up the New Jersey Turnpike in trucks headed for Broadway when a serious blizzard stranded the caravan, causing the opening night to be delayed. 

With just two previews under their belt, the show opened at the Alvin Theatre (now the Neil Simon) on December 17, 1960. Box office sales were buoyed by audiences expecting to see Lucy Ricardo, not Lucille Ball as Wildy Jackson, so eventually Ball interpolated more and more of her trademark comic inflections into her character. 

Then Ball took ill. She left the show for a bit with the idea to return and continue the run. But upon her return she collapsed on stage. Producers decided to close the show for as long as it took her to recover and resume when her strength and health had returned. But the musicians union insisted upon payment during the hiatus, which made the wait financially unfeasible. 

All in all, Wildcat lasted 171 performances. It wasn’t Ball’s only musical, however. In 1974 she took on the title role in the film of Mame with mixed to poor critical reactions.

"Then I go to New York with the two children, my mother and two maids. We have a seven-room apartment on 69th Street at Lexington. I’ll start rehearsals right away for a Broadway show, 'Wildcat.’ It’s a comedy with music, not a musical comedy, but the music is important. I play a girl wildcatter in the Southwestern oil fields around the turn of the century. It was written by N. Richard Nash, who wrote 'The Rainmaker.’ He is co-producer with Michael Kidd, the director. We’re still looking for a leading man. I want an unknown. He has to be big, husky, around 40. He has to be able to throw me around, and I’m a pretty big girl. He has to be able to sing, at least a little. I have to sing, too. It’s pretty bad. When I practice, I hold my hands over my ears. We open out of town - I don’t know where - and come to New York in December.”  ~ Lucille Ball,  TV Guide, July 16, 1960

THE SCORE

Lyrics by Carolyn Leigh and Music by Cy Coleman

Act I

I Hear - Townspeople

Hey, Look Me Over - Wildy and Jane

Wildcat* - Wildy and Townspeople

You've Come Home - Joe

That's What I Want for Janie* - Wildy

What Takes My Fancy - Wildy and Sookie

You're a Liar - Wildy and Joe

One Day We Dance - Hank and Jane

Give a Little Whistle and I'll Be There - Wildy, Joe, The Crew

Tall Hope - Tattoo, Oney, Sadie, Matt and Crew

Act II

Tippy Tippy Toes - Wildy and Countess

El Sombrero

Corduroy Road

You've Come Home (Reprise) - Joe

(*) Songs cut sometime after opening night.

THE CAST

Lucille Ball (Wildcat Jackson) was born on August 6, 1911 in Jamestown, New York. She began her screen career in 1933 and was known in Hollywood as ‘Queen of the B’s’ due to her many appearances in ‘B’ movies. With Richard Denning, she starred in a radio program titled “My Favorite Husband” which eventually led to the creation of “I Love Lucy,” a television situation comedy in which she co-starred with her real-life husband, Latin bandleader Desi Arnaz. The program was phenomenally successful, allowing the couple to purchase what was once RKO Studios, re-naming it Desilu. When the show ended in 1960 (in an hour-long format known as “The Lucy-Desi Comedy Hour”) so did Lucy and Desi’s marriage. In 1962, hoping to keep Desilu financially solvent, Lucy returned to the sitcom format with “The Lucy Show,” which lasted six seasons. She followed that with a similar sitcom “Here’s Lucy” co-starring with her real-life children, Lucie and Desi Jr., as well as Gale Gordon, who had joined the cast of “The Lucy Show” during season two. Before her death in 1989, Lucy made one more attempt at a sitcom with “Life With Lucy,” also with Gordon, which was not a success and was canceled after just 13 episodes. 

Keith Andes (Joe Dynamite) was born John Charles Andes in Ocean City, New Jersey, in 1920. Andes played Lucy Carmichael’s boyfriend Bill King on “The Lucy Show” in “Lucy Goes Duck Hunting” (TLS S2;E6) and “Lucy and the Winter Sports” (TLS S3;E3) and played Brad Collins in “Lucy and Joan” (S4;E4) co-starring Joan Blondell.  Andes took his own life in 2005 after being diagnosed with terminal cancer.

Valerie Harper (Dancer, right) became one of television’s most recognizable stars as “Rhoda” (1974-78) a spin-off of “The Mary Tyler Moore Show.” She appeared in  at “Kennedy Center Presents” honoring Lucy in 1986. She died in August 2019 after a long battle with brain cancer.

Paula Stewart (Janie) appears in the fourth of her six Broadway musicals between 1951 and 1965.  Her only series television appearance opposite Lucille Ball was in “Lucy and Harry’s Tonsils” (HL S2;E5) in 1969. In 2017, she published a memoir titled Lucy Loved Me, about her friendship with Lucille Ball.

Hal Linden (Matt, replacement) became one of television’s most recognizable stars as “Barney Miller” (1974-82). He appeared at an “All-Star Party for Lucille Ball” in 1984 and at “Kennedy Center Presents” honoring Lucy in 1986. 

Howard Fischer (Sheriff Sam Gore)  

Ken Ayers (Barney)

Anthony Saverino (Luke)

Edith King (Countess Emily O'Brien)

Clifford David (Hank)

HF Green (Miguel)

Don Tomkins (Sookie)

Charles Braswell (Matt)

Bill Linton (Corky)

Swen Swenson (Oney)

Ray Mason (Sandy)

Bill Walker (Tattoo)

Al Lanti (Cisco)

Bill Richards (Postman)

Marsha Wagner (Inez)

Wendy Nickerson (Blonde)

Betty Jane Watson (Wildy Understudy)

Dancers: Barbara Beck, Robert Bakanic, Mel Davidson, Penny Ann Green, Lucia Lambert, Ronald Lee, Jacqueline Maria, Frank Pietrie, Adriane Rogers, John Sharpe, Gerald Tiejelo

Singers: Lee Green, Jan Leighton, Urylee Leonardos, Virginia Oswald, Jeanne Steele, Gene Varrone

MRS. MORTON 

Lucy met Gary Morton while doing Wildcat on Broadway. She put off their first date due to her rigorous performance schedule. Eventually, he showed up with a pizza just when Lucy was craving one. They married on November 19, 1961.

Comic Jack Carter served as best man at Lucy and Gary’s wedding in 1961.  A few weeks later he married Paula Stewart, who played Lucy’s sister Janie in Wildcat. He acted in “Lucy Sues Mooney” (TLS S6;E12).

“HEY LOOK ME OVER!”

On June 4, 1976 Lucille is joined by Valerie Harper and Dinah Shore on “Dinah!” to sing her signature song from Wildcat, “Hey, Look Me Over.”

When Lucille Ball was celebrated at “The Kennedy Center Honors” in December 1986, Valerie Harper, Beatrice Arthur, and Pam Dawber sang a song parody of the “I Love Lucy” theme expressing their affection for Lucy. The medley ends with a specially-tailored “Hey Look Me Over”. 

In “Lucy and Carol Burnett: Part 2″ (TLS S6;E15) on December 11, 1967, Lucy, Carol, and the ensemble perform “Hey, Look Me Over” with specially written lyrics to suit the episode’s theme of air travel.  

In “Lucy Meets Danny Kaye” (TLS S3;E15) on December 28, 1964, the opening of “The Danny Kaye Show” is underscored with the music to “Hey, Look Me Over.”

While David Frost is trying to sleep during a transatlantic flight, Lucy wears her headset and hums along to “Hey Look Me Over” while tapping it out on the glasses with her cutlery.  The scene is from “Lucy Helps David Frost Go Night-Night” (HL S4;E12) aired on November 12, 1971.

In “Lucy and Petula Clark” (HL S5;E8) in 1972, Lucy Carter leaves the office singing “Hey Look Me Over.”

On “Life With Lucy,” Lucy’s grandson Kevin plays on the YMCA soccer team The Wildcats. The name of the team is probably a reference to Lucille Ball’s only Broadway show.

In the second scene of “Breaking Up Is Hard To Do” (1986), an un-aired episode of “Life With Lucy”, Lucy comes down the stairs of the living room singing “Hey Look Me Over.” 

WILDCAT WILDCARDS

In April 1961, Lucille Ball played softball in Central Park for the Broadway Show League when she was appearing in Wildcat. Julie Andrews (starring in Camelot) was the catcher!  The catcher was Joe E. Brown. 

In the play Love! Valour! Compassion! Buzz, a gay musical theater aficionado (Nathan Lane on Broadway) breaks the fourth wall (a common conceit of the play) to tell the audience something personal about himself. 

The song title was also the title of a 2018 revue about rarely produced musicals at City Center in New York City.  Performer Carolee Carmello called it her “hair homage to Lucille Ball.” 

~ From the memoir Under the Radar by Clifford David, who played Hal in Wildcat

[philamuseum]

Happy birthday to Frank Lloyd Wright,  who was born on this day in 1867. Often heralded as the greatest American architect of all time, Wright believed in designing structures that were in harmony with humanity and its environment. He coined this philosophy “organic architecture” and considered every aspect of a project, including the windows. Each leaded glass design was unique to the building they were created for, illuminating Wright’s interiors with natural light and geometric abstractions—this particular panel was designed for the Darwin D. Martin House in Buffalo, New York.

“Casement Window,” 1903–5, designed by Frank Lloyd Wright and made by the Linden Glass Company of Chicago © Frank Lloyd Wright Foundation / Artists Rights Society (ARS), New York 

[philosibies]

Casement window, Frank Lloyd Wright, design, c. 1904. Leaded glass panes in metal frame. Linden Glass Company, maker. Made for Darwin D. Martin House Buffalo, New York. [4288X2488] Displayed in Cleveland Museum of Art. via /r/ArchitecturePorn https://www.reddit.com/r/ArchitecturePorn/comments/gt39cn/casement_window_frank_lloyd_wright_design_c_1904/?utm_source=ifttt

[caffeineivore]

R/J for BAMF

Because @apsaraqueen is responsible for like 90% of the R/J I write anyway so, you know?

Spiritverse, R/J, possibly rated PG13

**

FINALLY leaving for home now, how about you?

I suppose you wouldn’t want any company on the trip back? You HAVE been burning the midnight oil, hmm?

Oh, very literally, yes. But I’ll see you at the bridge in a bit!

The texts had started earlier that day, when she had first arrived at her Grandfather’s. Jareth had been in Manhattan, finalizing the project that he’d been working on, moving a Stone-Hewn from atop a crumbling church slated for demolition. He’d asked for her help-- her lineage was an old and established one in the city-- and it had been in her grandfather’s name that a new and quite-elegant-looking statue of a knight on a rearing steed had been donated to Central Park and installed in a shady corner. The Iele, Linden Thorne, had thanked him profusely, then kept vigil after he’d left, awaiting the moment her knight would awaken in his new home. Undoubtedly, she was just as eager to see her beloved as he was to see his.

That thought put a grin that he was quite certain was both obvious and wry on his face. 

Ember walks briskly but gracefully, dark coat and dark skirts and dark hair, but today, perhaps in honour of the Imbolc celebration, there is a silk scarf tied at a jaunty angle on her neck, cardinal-red with a milk-white fringe. She looks up and smiles when she catches sight of him, and reaches out a slim hand, which he uses to pull her close. 

The wind swirls her midnight hair around the both of them, and he pulls away after a too-brief moment of breathing in the scent of snowfall and scrying smoke and sandalwood. “You smell good.”

She raises an eyebrow at that, but then laughs softly even as her fingers twine with his. “I’ve spent the vast majority of this evening making candles for Imbolc. Lots of essential oils and herbs involved in the process, you know?”

She tells him of the traditional rites-- the weaving of crosses from the rushes, the making and lighting of spell candles, the feast to honour the goddess Brighid and entreat the gods for a mild spring. The bridge is not crowded at this late hour, and so they take their time crossing it, all the bright lights of Manhattan glistening in the background against an inky sky. 

“I love crossing the bridge at this hour, when it’s not full of people rushing from one place to another,” Ember pauses and glances back at the city skyline. “It’s sometimes a bit trying to be around a bunch of people who are all in a hurry and have a great deal on their minds.”

Jareth can imagine that well enough; anyone with even a touch of the empath or the clairvoyant would likely find crowds tiresome, and his wise woman has more than her share of those gifts. But neither would she expect pity-- Ember was nothing if not conscientious, and certainly ascribed to the notion that with great power came great responsibility. But he would see her smile again, if he could arrange it. “I will admit, one of my first times crossing the bridge was at the hour of quarter-of-four in the morning, alongside my kin. It was utterly deserted. And I may have climbed to the very top, ‘for the hell of it’, as they say.” At the look she shoots him, he grins. “’Tis not so different from climbing a tree. If anything, because of the building materials and the cables, it’s actually sturdier.”

Much to his gratification, this declaration does elicit a faint giggle out of her. “And what did your friends have to say about that, if I may be so bold as to ask?” She’d met Aeson and Aelene perhaps two weeks ago, when they’d planned out the moving of the Stone-Hewn over dinner and drinks, and though he’d endured a bit of gentle teasing from both of them, Jareth was quite certain that his friends had liked her well enough. 

He affects a preternaturally solemn expression. “Well, certainly, Aelene scolded me for sporting around excessively. And I’m quite sure I would have taken her more seriously if it weren’t for the fact that she herself has been known to cross town by rooftops rather than streets if the traffic is extra heavy. To be fair, we’ve all been guilty. Especially during rush-hour.”

The giggle becomes a full-on laugh. “Show-off.” She swats him lightly on the arm, but for all that, he’s pleased to see the merriment twinkling in her violet eyes. “I can’t judge, though. Grandfather amused himself last week by putting a faint levitation charm on his neighbour’s welcome mat. Not enough of one to cause any true alarm, but just enough to give the fellow the sensation of taking a step up for a few seconds even when he remained on level ground. That man’s got two months before April Fool’s Day and I don’t even want to contemplate what types of shenanigans he may get up to then.”

It’s a few minutes to midnight by the time they reach Jane’s Carousel on the other side of the bridge, and with a delightfully mischievous smile, Ember gives his hand a tug towards the unlit structure. “Come on!” A snap of her fingers and it comes to life, lights winking on and horses spinning slowly in a circle. She doesn’t spell on the music, though, likely in consideration of anyone who might be sleeping in hearing range. 

Her skirts are slightly too long to suit sitting astride on even a carousel horse, but Ember perches gracefully enough on the back of a dappled grey like a Regency-era lady on side-saddle. Half-enchanted, half-amused, he stands at her side as the carousel makes its circuit, one hand steady at the small of her back. She has one hand wrapped around the pole attached to the horse, but with an airy wave of the other, the air fills with rainbowy soap bubbles and glittery red firework sparks. Her eyes meet his as the carousel slows and gradually comes to a stop, and he thinks for a moment he can see a hint of the sweet, intrepid little girl she might have been, sometime in the distant past, before she’d understood the portent of her gifts. 

“I have never actually ridden this carousel before,” she says as she steps off the colourful structure, its lights fading behind the two of them. “I was grown up by the time it was built, of course. But life’s hardly worth living if one can’t trade off several hours of duty for a few moments of frivolity once in a great while, hmm?” A wry smile crosses her lovely lips. “I daresay I haven’t, perhaps, engaged in as much merry-making as my grandfather is wont to do nowadays. But every so often...”

He can’t quite resist the temptation to kiss her mouth, curved as it is in a smile, but keeps it gentle and brief. She glances at him through a fringe of sooty eyelashes as they make their way down the street. “I think I remember this street-- your friend Angela brought me to your place after I met her.”

“So she did,” Jareth nods. “She invited the both of you up for wine and sympathy after the ordeal of that evening. I suppose I could repeat that invitation.”

She had not been there since that day Angela had brought her-- indeed, it had always seemed more appropriate to see her safely home after meeting with her than bringing her to his place. But when he unlocks the doors, she looks around with avid interest. His loft is rather less luxurious than hers, but airy and spacious, with vaulted ceilings and buffed wooden floors. 

“It’s interesting how one can get a fairly true idea of another’s nature by visiting their home.” Ember accepts a glass of wine from him and takes a slow sip even as she makes herself comfortable. “Pale walls and plentiful greenery, windows that let in natural light. You display your bows and knives within easy reach, but elegantly so, not in a threatening way.” There is an intricately cast Medieval diptych in bronze on one wall-- love and war. On another is a Salish wall hanging. Over the mantel is a striking black-and-white photograph of the Manhattan skyline. “I can see where you’ve been, through the art you’ve collected. Perhaps even a bit of friends you might have made along the way.” Setting down her empty glass, she stands, pulling something out of her pocket, and beckons him to follow as she walks towards the mantel.

“It’s a Brighid’s cross and a candle for your hearth, such as it is,” Ember ties on the little rush-woven amulet to a nail. The candle is pale beeswax flecked with the mossy green of herbs, and when she lights it, the scent is redolent with something sweet and slightly herbacious. “Basil and blackberry for love and protection. Blessed be, Jareth Sylvane.” Reaching up, she lays her hands gently on his face, pulls him down for a kiss. 

Ember the witch, with her tarot cards and her rune stones. Ember the warrior, running to Angela’s aid against an armed mugger, dashing across Central Park to find a child before she drowned. Ember the woman-- thoughtful, quietly strong-willed and surprisingly sweet at the oddest moments, multi-faceted and fascinating and so beautiful sometimes that his heart ached with it. “I have all the love and protection I need wherever and whenever I am with you,” he tells her softly as he draws back far enough to look into her eyes, blue to violet. Those words are not ones that his kind ever bandy about lightly, but somehow, saying them to her is as easy as breathing. 

Her expression is soft as this late, quiet hour and solemn as his unspoken vow. The Ælf-kine lack a bit of humanity’s curiosity and evanescent interest in others, and to profess love for another is not only a statement of regard but of intent and eternal fidelity. She knows it, too, and stands back just far enough to take his hands in hers. Her fingers are warm and the crackle of power vibrates against his skin like static electricity, and though she whispers them, he hears every word of her promise in return in the incantation as the candle burns to its base in a flickering ball of golden light.

“By candleflame’s light I vow to thee-- Faithful as the tides of the moonlit sea, The shelter of my living heart is thine, May all thy joys and sorrows be as mine.”

She lets her breath escape with that last word on a soft exhale, then smiles tremulously up at him. “An’ as I will it, so mote it be.” The spell undoubtedly carries great power, but it doesn’t feel heavy or portentous at all, and simply fills the air with a comforting warmth. He can’t resist drawing her close again, but now when she presses her lips to his, there’s a frission of heat and sweetness stronger and far more profound. He’d certainly been aware of her beauty before-- the graceful balance of her features, the low harmony of her voice, but it’s a different, more primal awareness now, as though his very nerves and veins tingle with the way the scent of her skin warms the closer her holds her, the way her lips taste like cabernet sauvignon and chamomile tea. Her fingers trace a pattern-- probably a rune of protection, knowing his love’s careful heart, down his nape, then slide down to his back to brush against bare skin underneath the hem of his sweater. His breath catches even as he traces the shape of her jaw, the length of her neck with his lips. Her head tilts back on a moan, and those beautiful eyes, fiery-dark now as the edge of twilight, meet his. 

“Jareth, please tell me you have a bed in here somewhere.”

He does, and he seldom makes use of it, but now he lifts her up in his arms, ascends the shallow steps which lead upstairs. Even with his fleet-footedness, the trek up is slow, as they stop every few steps to kiss, to touch warm skin with fingers that quiver with wonder. He lands on his back on the white sheets and tugs her down over him, neither of them quite so graceful now, and fills his hands with fragrant skeins of her raven hair even as her own fingers fiddle with the fastenings of his clothes. 

It’s much later that he watches the sky lighten from black to indigo just as the sun is about to rise. Next to him, Ember sleeps soundly, dark hair spilled over white shoulders. Through the course of the night, she’d shifted to take over more than half the bed, and it’s certainly a different experience resting with another body lying half-sprawled over one’s own, warm and supple with breaths that tickled his skin. 

And yet, those few half-wakeful, half-dreaming hours, feeling her heartbeat soft and steady against his own flesh, lulled by the scent of her hair and the faint sounds of her breathing, were the greatest rest he’d ever known. 

[wineanddinosaur]

The Nation’s 10 Best Brunch Cocktail Programs (2019)

It’s safe to say that we have officially graduated from the days of bottomless Mimosas and DIY Bloody Mary bars. Be it a hangover helper classic like the Corpse Reviver No. 2 or Ramos Gin Fizz or spritzes or even a whole new genre of daytime cocktails, brunch-goers are demanding more from the bar than ever before.

One big trend in the brunch world these days is cocktails that are lower in alcohol, ideal for afternoon consumption. At the base of many of these drinks is sparkling wine, such as Italian prosecco. Enter Riondo, which has become one of the larger producers of DOC prosecco in Italy’s Veneto region in just over 10 years. The company believes in using the charmat method (in which the wine’s fizz is created under pressure in large steel tanks) to produce a lighter, softer sparkling wine — ideal for cocktails. Riondo offers three different styles of prosecco: the gently frizzante Spago Nero, to the more boldly bubbly rosé and spumante.

Once again, VinePair has teamed up with Riondo Prosecco to find the restaurants with the best brunch-time cocktails across the country — and you won’t be surprised to find that a good number of them involve a little bit of bubbly. Here are the ones that will leave you lingering at the bar long after the last plate of avocado toast has been cleared away.

1. Brezza Cucina Location: Atlanta, GA

Brezza Cucina, from legendary chef Jonathan Waxman, has become a brunch staple in Atlanta’s Ponce City Market. Here, Waxman blends his enthusiasm for all things Italian with his California upbringing in dishes like the frittata with prosciutto, burrata, and kale. Stay in the savory vein when it comes to choosing a beverage with The One and Only, a light, fresh drink made with celery syrup, Don Ciccio fennel cordial (an Italian-inspired liqueur made in Washington, D.C.), gin and prosecco.

2. Dante Location: New York, NY

By now, you’ve likely heard of Dante, owned by Linden Pride and located in NYC’s Greenwich Village is dubbed one of the World’s 50 Best Bars. There, creative director Naren Young has a reputation for offering many iterations of Italian aperitivi, like the Negroni and Spritz, but there’s more to his list than that. Consider the Clarified Milk Punch, a boozy concoction of Compass Box Scotch, Italian herbal liqueur Strega, peach, and chamomile, all topped with prosecco. Order a companion plate of cinnamon pumpernickel French toast with ricotta, caramelized bananas, and pecans to match.

3. Irving Street Kitchen Location: Portland, OR

Photo credit: Matt Friedman @mattfriedmancreative

Grabbing a table on the patio at the Pearl District’s Irving Street Kitchen is practically a rite of passage in Portland. There’s only one drink to consider in this instance: the citrusy Rosé All Day (Lillet Rosé, Crème de Pamplemousse, lemon and prosecco), a cocktail that tells you how to proceed right in its name. Then, the only choice left to make is between chef Sarah Schafer’s Moroccan Slow-Poached Eggs and the Guajillo Butter Fried Chicken & Waffles.

4. Bar Beau Location: Brooklyn, NY

Hidden in plain sight just off the BQE (Brooklyn-Queens Expressway) in Brooklyn’s Williamsburg, Bar Beau is one of the prettier bars to open in the five boroughs in the last year. Once past the coffee bar facade, the whitewashed speakeasy has a horseshoe-shaped bar with a Mediterranean vibe — and drinks to match. Try the chic-ly named Gucci Flip Flops, made with sparkling wine, Combier peach liqueur, and Escubac (a gin-like botanical spirit) alongside the umami-rich breakfast udon from Bar Beau’s brunch menu, which just launched this spring.

5. Hearth & Dram Location: Denver, CO

At LoDo’s Hearth & Dram, the food is all wood-fired and the drinks are mostly whiskey based — the restaurant has 300 different expressions from around the world behind the bar. But if you’re looking for something a little lighter in the warm Denver summer months, that’s there, too. Order the crab beignet or the avocado toast with housemade tahini and cool down even further with a Succulent Spritzer, made with Trakal (a pear and crabapple liquor from Patagonia), prickly pear liqueur, Chareau Aloe liqueur, cucumber, and a prosecco float.

6. TRIA: A Level Above Location: Chicago, IL

The Bertucci family has run Fabulous Freddie’s Italian Eatery in South Side Chicago’s Bridgeport neighborhood for almost 30 years, so when the three Bertucci sisters decided to expand with TRIA this spring, they already had a devoted following. To go with the brunch time farrotto dolce (oatmeal’s slightly sweet Italian sister) opt for The Oat Street Beach, made with vanilla vodka, peach purée, oat milk, and prosecco, which comes with a brûléed Granny Smith apple on top.

7. Chop Bar Location: Oakland, CA

Chef/restaurateur Chris Pastena is behind some of Oakland’s most beloved restaurants, including this casual Jack London Square district hangout. Here, you’ll find regulars communing over plates of chilaquiles and pork belly hash alongside the fruity, perfectly spicy Serrano Slam, made with serrano-infused vodka, St. Elder elderflower liqueur, strawberry-raspberry juice, and prosecco.

8. Grand Tavern by David Burke Location: St. Louis, MO

Guests will find Grand Tavern, from celebrity chef David Burke, nestled in the Angad Arts Hotel, which is fittingly located in the heart of St. Louis’s Grand Arts District. When it comes to day drinking, look no further than the AAH Spritz, which is made with strawberry-ginger-infused Aperol and prosecco, uniquely served with a homemade strawberry-ginger fruit roll-up. Not to be outdone by the bar, Burke isn’t holding back in the kitchen: Think brioche French toast, buttermilk pancakes and barbecue brisket with truffle mac & cheese “toast.”

9. Steuben’s Location: Denver, CO

Steuben’s, with two locations in Uptown and Arvada, has been featured on the Food Network and for good reason: It’s a Denver favorite that’s all about making the old new again. Here, you’ll be faced with deciding between such elevated throwbacks as scratch biscuits and gravy and lemon ricotta pancakes. If making a choice is proving to be too much, let us handle your drink order. Get The Spritz, made with Aperol, Lillet Rosé, elderflower liqueur, bitter lemon tonic, and prosecco — one of the more decked-out spritz riffs we’ve seen in a while.

10. ZuZu Location: Scottsdale, AZ

Located in the funky Hotel Valley Ho, this restaurant is as lively as the scene by the pool. With the help of local farmers and suppliers, get ready for a taste of the southwest by way of the Planks + Eggs (crispy potato planks, red chile short rib stew, fried eggs, cotija, lime crema, and scallion). The cocktails bring their own flair. Case in point: The Fizzy Lifting. Made with Aperol, prosecco, Campari-infused blood orange foam, and carbonated blackberry. It’s just what the doctor ordered to help you stay cool on hot desert days.

Honorable Mentions

Avenue Le Club Location: Long Branch, NJ

Transport yourself to Nice without ever having to leave the Jersey Shore. Do as the French do and dig into this modern brasserie’s top-of-the-line raw bar (who doesn’t want to start the weekend with king crab legs?) or simply go straight for a classic: the croque madame. Whatever you decide, the perfect cocktail to wash it all down is the French Mimosa, a combination of ginger syrup, absinthe, orange juice, and topped with prosecco — à votre santé!

Call Location: Denver, CO

Named to Bon Appetit magazine’s Hot Ten restaurant list in 2018, from the start Denver’s Call has attracted more attention for its daytime menu than its evening offerings. The team behind the RiNo neighborhood spot, mostly alums from Colorado restaurant royalty Frasca, stays true to its motto — fresh, vibrant, craveable — both on the plate and in your glass. Ask for bartender Joe Buckley’s Love Mail, made with Cognac Park Saison Rum, rhubarb honey syrup, and prosecco.

Harold’s Location: New York, NY

Lauded chef Harold Moore of Bistro Pierre Lapin is also behind this hip, brightly tiled, all-day spot in SoHo’s Arlo Hotel. Should more virtuous menu items, like a matcha & chia seed bowl or shakshuka, be calling your name, that means you can have an extra hot pink Hibiscus & Sage Highball. The hibiscus-and-sage infused vodka-based drink gets its sweetness from pomegranate syrup and its lift from a good dose of prosecco. And it won’t weigh you down too much for an afternoon of shopping.

This article is sponsored by Riondo Prosecco.

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[rocketwerks]

Gretter House

209 North Twenty-Seventh Street Built, circa 1894 VDHR 127-0192

April 2019 — showing 209-211 North Twenty-Seventh Street, 209 at right

Home of a talented artist, who faded from fame.

(Library of Congress) — Beers Illustrated Atlas of the Cities of Richmond & Manchester, 1877 — Plate H — showing the Andrew Ellett property comprised of lots 117 & 125

Among the few houses dating from the late ’twenties is the Andrew Ellett house, built in 1829 by William C. Allen. By early March, 1830 it was occupied by Fleming James, a prominent business man who nearly twenty years later was to build the eastern half of Linden Row. In 1835 Allen sold the property, which at that time ran back to Broad Street, to Orren Williams. From that time until 1937 it remained in the hands of the same family: Williams left it in 1841 to Cornelia Hull, who, three years later, became the wife of Andrew E. Ellett.

[HOR] — Andrew Ellett House, 2702 East Grace Street

There is no more charming old house of moderate size left in Richmond than the Ellett house. The Greek Revival had hardly begun to influence Richmond architecture when it was built: the little porch with two small columns and a tiny pediment are the only signs of it here. The house is fairly well preserved. The front is painted a light grey, with white trim, and it is shadowed by a big tree. Even to those who are not versed in Richmond’s past, this is a house that makes them say, “I wish I could live there!” 

The Ellett family continued to make this their home until the death of Caroline H. Ellett, Andrew Ellett’s daughter, in June, 1929. [HOR]

(Library of Congress) — Sanborn Fire Insurance Map from Richmond (1905) — Plate 43 — showing 209-211 North Twenty-Seventh Street

However, at some point in the mid-1880′s, the Ellett family decided to divest some of their property holdings and subdivided lots 117 and 125 into eight smaller parcels. They retained the largest one for the house at 2702 East Grace but created four lots on Broad Street, two on Twenty-Seventh Street, and one next door on the East Grace Street corner.

New neighbors quickly appeared. 207 North Twenty-Seventh was built in 1888, 2700 East Grace Street and  2701, 2703, 2705, 2709 East Broad Street were all constructed in 1890. The last entry was a double-house in 1894, 209-211 North Twenty-Seventh, on the smallest lot that stood on the alley that now ran completely between Twenty-Seventh and Twenty-Eighth Streets.

(Find A Grave) — marker of Frederick Pleasants Gretter at Shockoe Hill Cemetery

That same year, 209 North Twenty-Seventh was occupied by the Gretter family: Frederick, his wife Mary, and daughter Florence. Combined, they constitute its longest occupancy by a single family. Frederick is listed as the head of the household on the 1920 census and died in 1922 at the age of 80. Mary replaced him on the 1930 census, dying in 1936 at the age of 84, and was followed by Florence on the 1940 census.

Interestingly, although they are the family most closely associated with the house, the Gretters were renters, not owners, during their long stay. This may explain why both Mary and Florence had to take in boarders following Frederick’s death.

(Chronicling America) — Richmond Dispatch advertisement — Thursday, January 29, 1891

The Gretter’s status as renters may have had much to do with Frederick’s occupation as a clerk in the dry goods store Levy & Davis, which seems to have paid the bills but did not afford him the opportunity to own his own home. This was further complicated by the death of Abraham Levy in 1894, and the closing of the business.

It is unknown where Frederick landed in the aftermath, but he lived another 28 years and continued living in the same place, so it’s safe to assume that he found another gig. Dry goods stores were everywhere on Broad Street in those days. There was Temple, Pemberton, Cordes & Co., which eventually became J. B. Mosby & Co., plus there was Miller, Rhoads, & Gerhart which became Miller & Rhoads, and this other company called Thalhimers.

Due to the volatility of the dry goods business, Frederick may have played things conservatively when it came to living arrangements. He did not skimp on his daughter, however.

(Chronicling America) — Richmond Times illustration of Florence Gretter — Sunday, February 11, 1900

Between 1897 and 1900 there were occasional pieces in both the Richmond Times and the Richmond Dispatch about Florence and her emerging talents.

Talented Young Artist Who is Gaining Fame Miss Florence E. Gretter, one of Richmond's attractive young women, is establishing for herself quite a reputation as an artist at the Cooper Institute, New York. About three years ago it was discovered that Miss Gretter possessed great talent in this direction and she decided to cultivate that talent at the above-mentioned institute. She has received the highest praise from her instructors, and although Miss Gretter will not be graduated from the Institute until spring, her name is already known, and even as far as England have her praises been sung. Miss Gretter's especial favorite is miniature painting on ivory, and an excellent picture of Fitzhugh Lee is now on exhibition at the Woman's Exchange. (Chronicling America)

Here’s where the mystery of Florence Gretter takes hold.

(Cooper Union) — Foundation Hall at Cooper Union

Her father, a former Confederate Private living in Lost Cause/Jim Crow Virginia, sent his southern belle daughter north to an art school in the East Village of New York City for training as an artist. The more you think about it, the more it makes you scratch your head.

Cooper Union (also called the Cooper Institute) was then and remains today a prestigious art school. The fact that she went there raises many questions. How did they know to send her to a specific school in a northern state? Who in Richmond would have recommended it to them? What prompted her parents to conclude that she was sufficiently talented to spend the money for her to live in New York City during her studies? Where did she stay? Did life in the East Village and the Big Apple affect her outlook?

Intriguing questions, but in many cases, there are no answers, save one. Cooper Union originally offered free courses to students until a formal four-year degree program was created in 1902, and then switched to granting those students full scholarships. Aside from rail fare, room, and board, Florence’s education in New York was as cost-effective as a dry goods clerk could hope for.

(University of Richmond Museums) — Untitled [Female Model] — charcoal on paper — artist, Florence Gretter, circa 1899

One thing, however, is crystal clear — the woman had talent. In 1990, the University of Richmond was the beneficiary of a surprise donation of seven charcoal sketches made by Florence during her studies at Cooper Union. Each is signed with her name and numbered, indicating that they formed part of a portfolio submitted for a grade.

This figure study represents an idealized female form at the turn of the nineteenth century. The model’s body is rendered smooth, even porcelain-like, and her hair, pinned loosely on top of her head, suggests the Gibson girl hairstyle which was popular at the time. Although this image, created by a female artist, does not suggest any sort of sexualized content, the hairstyle and the sensitively rendered female form reveal pressures upon women at the time to aim towards perfection in their appearance. (University of Richmond Museums)

(Find A Grave) — Major Norman Vincent Randolph

The truly sad thing is that these sketches are Florence’s only known extant work.

From newspaper articles, we know that she had commissions for miniatures at various times. The 1900 Richmond Times article above references commissions from England and for a portrait of Fitzhugh Lee. A Richmond Times-Dispatch from Sunday, June 28, 1903 states

A beautifully executed miniature of the late Major Norman V. Randolph has been painted by Miss Florence Gretter of North Twenty-seventh Street.

The miniature was shown at R. E. Lee Camp to Major Randolph's comrades who greatly admired it. It represents the Major in his Confederate uniform with his hat on and with the animated expression his face wore when in health. The coloring of the miniature is exceedingly fine. (Chronicling America)

Outside of these mentions and the charcoal sketches at UR, there is no other public record of this artist’s work.

(Virginia Museum of History & Culture) — from a glass plate negative of Florence Gretter — Foster Studios — early 20th century

Miniatures are a subset of portraiture with a devoted following — witness The Miniature Artists of America. You would think that someone, somewhere would have some mention of what she produced. However, Dr. Carol Aiken, a portrait miniature conservator and scholar, maintains a database of miniature artists and has never heard of Florence Gretter.

This is all the more intriguing because it appears that Florence continued working on her artistic chops, even after she no longer attended Cooper Union. An article in the Sunday, October 28, 1906, Richmond Times-Dispatch mentions her plan to show her miniatures at the Jamestown Exhibition that year. It goes on to say that she had recently traveled to Boston to spend some time perfecting her work in oil painting.

Why Boston? With whom did she study? How long was she there, and what, if anything, did she produce from this encounter?

(Rocket Werks RVA Postcards) — The Virginia Club, AKA Adams-Van Lew House

Sadly, however, it seems that the excursion to Boston was Florence’s last public foray in the pursuit of excellence. The Richmond newspapers continue to reference her activities, but except for Boston, they are focused primarily on her Church Hill neighborhood.

At the time, Church Hill was still a leader in social Richmond activity. The westward expansion of the city was full-bore by 1900, but as the oldest area of the city, Church Hill still had gravitas.

A Richmond Times article on June 16, 1900, describes a Banquet at the Virginia Club where a Handsome Reception Tendered the Ladies Last Night and stating that the Affair was a Great Success. Miss Florence Gretter was among the named attendees.

(Virginia Museum of History & Culture) — from a glass plate negative of Mrs. Mary V. Gretter — Foster Studios — early 20th century

Aside from these mentions, she participated in the Star Club (Richmond Dispatch, Sunday, November 16, 1902), where she played the role of the Hostess of the Inn; assisted in closing exercises of the higher department of Miss Robinson's School (Richmond Times-Dispatch, Sunday, June 12, 1904); participated in the Delightful Musicales of Miss Effio Aylett Cofer, singing The Norse Maiden's Lament with six other ladies (Richmond Times-Dispatch, Sunday, June 17, 1906); and for hosting the Fortnightly Flinch Club (Richmond Times-Dispatch, Sunday January 8, 1904), so named for a card game based on stockpiling.

However, beyond this, her focus on art is either lost or no longer covered by the Richmond newspaper society columns. By 1922 her father had died, leaving her mother Mary little choice but to take in boarders in order for them to continue paying rent.

(Newspapers.com) — Richmond Times-Dispatch — Sunday, October 27, 1929

Even so, Florence appears to have kept her hand in the game. Aside from her obituary in 1957, her last mention in the Richmond newspapers was in 1929, just three days after Black Tuesday ushered in the Great Depression when she was 53. It doesn’t say much, but the photograph shows her at work in her studio still painting portrait miniatures. It goes on to mention a recent miniature of Major Norman V. Randolph.

This in itself is telling. She first painted Major Randolph’s portrait in 1903 (above). By 1929, she is still painting it, which suggests that she might have had a regular clientele for leaders from the Lost Cause.

April 2019 — Protestant Episcopal Church Home, 206 North Thompson Street, known today as The Windsor

Towards the end of her life, Florence contended with her own boarders until they, and the 18 stairs to the second floor where she slept, became too much. 

Prior to moving to the Protestant Episcopal Church Home, she reached for a life-line in neighbor Eugene Markham. Florence had hoarded the sketches from Cooper Union as trophies, clinging to a time of creativity in which she still held pride, and gave them to him to keep them from the dust bin. Her plan succeeded. On Eugene’s death, his daughter discovered them in his attic, rolled up in wallpaper sheets, and nearly threw them away until she realized what she’d found. There is probably a Princess Leia-Death Star Plans analogy to be made here, but let’s not.

Not every college hoopster goes to the NBA or even the G-League. Not every artist, no matter how talented, finds a patron, or an art community in which to thrive. Florence Gretter did not transform into Georgia O’Keefe in the steel canyons of New York City; she had game but never found (or at least there is no record to show that she found) a larger audience than the Richmond society that she’d grown up with. A pity; she was quite skilled. One wonders what she’d have achieved in a different environment.

(Gretter House is part of the Atlas RVA! Project)

Notes

Rocket Werks gives a big shoutout to Page Hayes of House of Hayes. Scans of old newspaper photographs and articles tend toward extreme graininess. Page was able to take the 1900 sketch of Florence Gretter from the Richmond Times and turn it into a thing of beauty. Outstanding.

A shoutout of equal voice is given to Mrs. Jean Heath. Mrs. Heath is the daughter of Eugene Markham, and it was she who discovered the hidden charcoal drawings that are Florence Gretter’s legacy and bequeathed them to UR. As a ten-year-old Mrs. Heath knew Florence when she was still dressing up in Colonial costume at St. John’s Church, making Sunday dinner rolls for her neighbors, and cheese sandwiches for the boarders for whom she cared — a witness to the perigee of Florence Gretter’s life. Without her, much of Florence’s legacy would be lost to history.

Print Sources

[HOR] Houses of Old Richmond. Mary Wingfield Scott. 1941.

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