Friday, December 23, 2011

Book Ends

One can’t help wonder and imagine what’s happening this holiday season on Kepler 22B.  Is this a twin universe or just another planet, more than twice our size, that could possibly accommodate earthly humans?  Do they celebrate Christmas, Chanukah or Kwanzaa or maybe Keplerians are not monotheists?  A new independent film, Another Earth, addresses identical individuals living altered parallel lives on dual planets.  A concept that children often ponder.
If I had another identical being, would she make the same decisions, the same assumptions and find the same conclusions?
It got me thinking about my early childhood expression, “same, same” meaning two similar or identical things .  Perhaps by providing two examples of something, it’s God’s way of pointing out double coincidences and underlying the necessity to pay attention to what’s presented to us.
This time of year I seem to be discovering so many things in pairs.  Last month I listened to two excellent confessional audiobooks.  The first was John Lithgow’s memoir “Drama: An Actor’s Education” and the second, Rob Lowe’s "Stories I Only Tell My Friends". They each have opposing views of working with Cliff Robertson, who died this year, and spent their formative years in Ohio discovering their unquenchable desire to perform in the regional theatre companies of Ohio.   Lithgow began his education at what became the Great Lakes Shakespeare Company and Lowe worked as a child performer with John Kenley at Kenley Players in Warren. 
I’m now listening to Diane Keaton’s memoir “Then, Again” which gives another telling of an actor, a California girl growing up with a need to perform.  She begins the book saying that her professional life has hugely exceeded her initial expectations of success.
Working in Indianapolis last week I came across dozens of young actors portraying historical characters or anonymously reenacting people of a specific era.  Visiting both the Indiana Historical Society and the Children’s Museum, I interacted with a baritone at the Waldorf Astoria bar singing Cole Porter songs, a European Jewish immigrant and her neighbors sitting around the kitchen table making matzoh ball soup, bystanders to RFK’s April 1968 speech about MLK’s killing, survivor friends of Anne Frank and Egyptian architects discovering an ancient tomb.  Play acting with professionals is a fun way to learn history on a deeper level.
As I add comments to this document, I am sharing it between my old computer with a busted screen and the new replacement laptop.  It’s always challenging to wean oneself from the systems and environment of one computer to a new one.  And amazing to realize how much data is stored within one small machine.
The English language film adaptation of “The Girl with the Dragoon Tattoo” opened this week and many of the reviews focus on Noomi and Rooney, the two actresses who have portrayed the title character.  It’s a unique way to view, compare and critique two performances of the same character. 
The ending bookend for 2011, New Year' Eve, is in eight days.  As this week's Christmas remembrance approaches I think back over the year and my summertime visit to Israel.  Once again I walked in Jesus’s footsteps in the Galilean towns of his early years and went to the Church of the Multitudes where he was to have expanded the supply of fish and bread.   I toured the Church of the Holy Sepulchre built upon the mountain where he died.  As a Jew I don’t accept his divinity, but it is easy to fit his, Mary's and Joseph's lives into those living under the tyranny of Rome and their extraordinary influence on the modern world.  For us non-believers it's a mystery to wonder about each December.
I only wish that those considering themselves Christians would apply his lessons to the way they treat other humans and non-humans on the planet.

Wednesday, September 28, 2011

2011 Tony Awards Broadway/Ohio Trivia Contest

  1. Which Broadway Musical featured two women, sisters, from OH?
  2. Which Canton, Ohio male actor introduced the character Seymour in Little Shop of Horrors and recently toured as the Wizard in WICKED?
  3. Which Cleveland born actor has been nominated for Tonys four times, originated the role of the Wizard in WICKED, co-directed a 2011 Tony nominiated drama revival and appears in a 2011 nominated musical revival by Cole Porter?
  4. Which native Ohio female actor was Tony nominated for the role of Betty Blake in Will Rogers Follies?
  5. Which England born, but Cleveland raised performer, met his wife in a Broadway show and married her in 1934?
  6. Which Ohio female actress made her debut on Broadway in THE DEVIL in 1908?
  7. Which Tony winning Broadway Musical (for original and 2 major revivals) featured a young woman from OH who went on to International Fame for a unique talent?
  8. Name the members of a Cleveland/Columbus duo who won a Tony Award for their collaboration in the THURBER CARNIVAL?  Hint:  The Clevelander appeared in the Twilight Zone episode, TIME ENOUGH AT LAST.
  9. Which Toledo actress of film and television made her Broadway stage debut in an Arthur Miller play?
  10. Name the lead actress and national touring 2009 Broadway musical based on a film.  Hint: The starring actress is from Dayton, OH. ALLISON JANNEY in NINE TO FIVE
  11. Which Orange High School and Baldwin-Wallace Conservatory of Music graduate stars in the 2010 Tony Award winning musical, MEMPHIS?
  12. Name the twice nominated actor (Thoroughly Modern Millie was his first) composer/singer of the song, “Hot Ohio”, who led the2009 revival of a 1960s rock musical. Bonus credit for naming his hometown.  See Lyrics to his song, "Hot Ohio" below
  13. Who is the Cleveland, Ohio native, appearing on Broadway since the early 1970s, and most recently in the Off Broadway hit, LOVE, LOSS AND WHAT I WORE and is also  another Ohioan in the professional company of WICKED? Check out her endorsement and reaction to works in the collection at CMA http://www.clevelandart.org/about/HDYSI_2011.aspx 
  14. Which actor who grew up on Cleveland’s West Side made his Broadway debut in a Neil Simon play in 1985? 
Clue for #12.  Here are the lyrics and YouTube link http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6ECPzD3FHEk  
Lyrics to Hot Ohio:
Dusk in my dusty little town
Feel of summer all around
Hear the sound of all the locists humming
Singing softly at the end of my day
Lulling me to sleep tonight

Up in my quiet little room
I am praying to the moon
Swear she's singing to me, "Soon is coming."
Oh, I dream of gettin carried away.
Leaving this would be alright.

Chorus:
Hot Ohio
Turn your sky all cobalt blue
One more night and then I might just
Turn out the light on you.

Wait for the whistle of the train
Hear that carnival refrain
I could join and be the main attraction
Step right up I don't believe my own eyes.
Seeing who I want to see.

Me, finally feeling I belong
Never feeling weird or wrong
Singing songs and loving all the action
I could live within a world of surprise
Being who I want to be.

Chorus: One more night and then I might just
Turn out the light on you.

Dusk in my dusty little town
Dreams are falling to the ground
Hear the sound of nothing ever coming
But I'm waiting and I"m wishing away.
Maybe this'll be my day.

Chorus x2

Hot Ohio
Hot Ohio
Hot Ohio
Hot Ohio
Dusk in my dusty little town
Feel of summer all around
Hear the sound of all the locusts humming
Singing softly at the end of my day
Lulling me to sleep tonight

Up in my quiet little room
I am praying to the moon
Swear she's singing to me, "Soon is coming."
Oh, I dream of gettin carried away.
Leaving this would be alright.

Chorus:
Hot Ohio
Turn your sky all cobalt blue
One more night and then I might just
Turn out the light on you.

Wait for the whistle of the train
Hear that carnival refrain
I could join and be the main attraction
Step right up I don't believe my own eyes.
Seeing who I want to see.

Me, finally feeling I belong
Never feeling weird or wrong
Singing songs and loving all the action
I could live within a world of surprise
Being who I want to be.

Chorus: One more night and then I might just
Turn out the light on you.

Dusk in my dusty little town
Dreams are falling to the ground
Hear the sound of nothing ever coming
But I'm waiting and I"m wishing away.
Maybe this'll be my day.

Chorus x2
Hot Ohio
Hot Ohio
Hot Ohio
Hot Ohio

Wednesday, September 14, 2011

Castle on a Cloud

The other day I wandered into a vintage clothing and collectibles store in the Tremont neighborhood of Cleveland.  The majority of the offerings were from the 1950s and 1960s, made of glass, ceramic, more stylish and permanent than plastic.  The area is perfect for imagining travel to an earlier time.  Down W. 11th Street is a destination stop of nostalgia, the CHRISTMAS STORY house.  This was the filmed residence location for Ralphie and his family, a movie filmed in the early 1980s, although the story takes place in 1940s Indiana. The house has been restored inside and out to appear just as in the movie.   I’ve been told that it is some people’s favorite Christmas movie.  Actually mine is the Preston Sturges/Mitchell Leisen collaboration, REMEMBER THE NIGHT, an idealized but pretty accurate 1940 Hollywood creation of a rural Indiana Christmas.  Who wouldn’t want to go home with Fred MacMurray and to a mother like Beula Bondi?
Summertime is  the easiest season in which to conjure memories.   The senses are alert to smells, foods, melodies, noises, voices.   Memories are pursued by so many of us and it’s often a frequent writing device.  Woody Allen’s summer movie, MIDNIGHT IN PARIS, offers the relatable theme that the past is more attractive and desirable than the present.  Anyone who has visited the City of Light knows that Paris’s attributes have stayed constant for decades in spite of the intrusion of American popular culture.  Parisians don’t easily change and so it’s a prime example of a place of imagination with a backward or forward perspective.  I’ve also been reading David McCullough’s delightful history THE GREAT JOURNEY about Americans’ discovery of Paris in the early 19th century.
So many of our successful entertainments fill the desire for a return to an earlier era, like television’s MAD MEN, AMERICAN DREAMS, THE HOUR and we can look forward to the forthcoming PAN AM and PLAYBOY CLUB.  I have always preferred the early classic songs of Jerome Kern (All the Things You Are), Irving Berlin (Always), Schertizinger and Mercer (I Remember You) and Richard Rodgers (his later The Sweetest Sounds).  And satellite radio and the stations playing music of the 40s, 50s, 60s and Siriusly Sinatra give me good reason to adore and never tire hearing them. 
Period movies such as THE HELP and CAPT AMERICA, depicting the 1960s and the 1940s, are drawing large audiences this month.  Two of my favorite Broadway musicals, THE MUSIC MAN and SHE LOVES ME, present nostalgic time periods with the former being idyllic and the latter a foreshadowing of doom.   CATCH ME IF YOU CAN, recent revivals of HOW TO SUCCEED IN BUSINESS, HAIR, ANYTHING GOES and SOUTH PACIFIC were widely praised because they used fresh retellings.  And even musicals like GREASE, BYE BYE BIRDIE, JERSEY BOYS or films like AMERICAN GRAFFITI have tried to capitalize on audiences’ demand for nostalgia.
There were plenty of re-recordings when I was growing up.  The Letterman harmonized to THE WAY YOU LOOK TONITE and ballads like BLUE VELVET were recorded multiple times in the 1950s and 1960s.
It’s not that those times were less complicated or dangerous.   It was the contrary and every era offered less opportunities to minorities.  Now young people want to throw off apathy and learn about history, activism and courage to fight for equal rights.  So reflecting back on when rights were not equal is a good way to analyze how far we have progressed and how to take action. 
Sometimes our current present does seem dismal and it’s hard for me to retain my usual Sagittarian optimism.   I realized the other day that although Nostradamus was a Sagittarian, his predictions weren’t all rosy.
It’s frightening to me how many followers throughout Texas and beyond are enamored by Gov. Rick Perry.  He seems to be a reincarnation of a Know Nothing Party member.  That 19th century party, known officially as the American Party, was led by Protestant native-born white, conservative Unionist males who feared immigrants, Catholics and wanted to take control of the Union.  They wanted to pass laws prohibiting immigrants from gaining citizenship for 21 years or from holding any public offices.  They required daily Bible readings in public schools and no alcohol sales.  The party succeeded primarily in OH by recruiting immigrant group members who wanted to join the persecution of Catholics.
I learned about this party and many other opposing views at Kenosha Wisconsin’s Civil War Museum.  The historical video and audio enhanced exhibits focus on the Upper Middle West’s  strong opinions.  Dedicated activists founded Wisconsin with the idea of freedom and safety for colored people and runaway slaves.  They also considered a break with the union if slavery continued to be condoned and a final solution wasn’t achieved. 

Fearing the Wrath of Nigel

Cleveland turned into Hollywood on the Lake this summer. I even saw a blonde woman driving her Maserati convertible the other day. But no paparazzi in pursuit. I used the opportunity to appear as a background extra in downtown Cleveland filming. I ended the month of July in a legal proceeding at Lakeside Courthouse and then 30 days later filming a lavishly appointed interior scene in the courthouse. The main rotunda stood in for a German museum and the authenticity of the set made me forget in which city I was residing.

Once contacted by Marvel Casting I began the process with a fitting in the Halle Building. Driving downtown I thought of my grandfather, Peter Turner, a Galician immigrant, who moved his family to Hollywood in 1924, so that he could establish a career in the growing movie business. Since he died two months after the 1929 stock market crash, he never would have imagined that the film industry became a mobile enterprise, with filming all over the world. The Halle Building is where I began my professional life and riding the main elevators always brought back fond memories of a delightful time. Although we were instructed to bring some items from our own wardrobe, the costume department had amazing resources of designer clothing for men and women. Apparently all were rented, a business model of which I was unaware.

I was fitted into a comfortable bluish gray evening gown, matching bra, shoes and jewelry. The pumps wound up being problematic when we were required to do a lot of running, but the dress hid the requisitioned knee pads that we all used during a pivotal scene. In some ways the idle time (plenty of it) can be compared to temporarily residing in a monastery. Cell phone use is discouraged and embargoed on set. An unhurried environment with no music, but quiet conversations, introspective discussions and shared observations were sprinkled with laughter. Each cast member, the majority thespians or want-to-bes, had a strong personality and aspirations for celebrity. The attractive, responsible participants each displayed a distinct personality, aided by the wardrobe, hair and makeup crews.

The assistants to the 1st and 2nd unit directors matched up make believe couples and dressed each performer to represent an imaginary characterization. The Guys and Dolls: Within a couple of hours of congregating in the holding area, the women could have been mistaken for sorority sisters, with dozens of new friends, knowing each others’ first names. The men took quite a bit longer, were less demonstrative, however bonds were formed. There was a prevalence of tattoos on extras and crew and I guess this has become a generational identifier. I’m anticipating attending a high school reunion this weekend and will be very surprised to see any tattoos among my classmates. The costumers had fun dressing people as various uncredited characters. Some creations were a German aesthete with horn rimmed glasses, silver hair, goatee, ascot, a leather attired, combat boot wearing young man with Mohawk haircut and a statuesque woman, actually portrayed by Helma from Stuttgart, wearing a gorgeous Scarlett O’Hara green Alexander McQueen three piece ensemble.

Since we became Marvel Entertainment contracted workers, we each had to sign a confidentiality agreement, so that all plot, character details remained secret. We even had a code name, Group Hug, used on all display signs directing us to parking lots and location meeting places. Readers of the Avengers comic books are devotedly familiar with the heroes and villains, but realize that the screenwriters will take some liberties with the story. And the local newspapers covered the month long filming, divulging some location details and speculating on action sequences. But serious leaks and YouTube postings weren’t tolerated and resulted in firings of a few extras. There were court ordered eliminations from media sites. I’m intimidated enough to not provide any more information here and will delight in discovering with the audience the final plot elements when the film is released next spring. Intimidation of Nigel by crew members and actors alike was one of the first observances of the group. As professionals we were expected to follow the direction and vision of those in charge of our appearance and action. Nigel is a discerning, exacting costumer and visionary. Think of Simon Cowell with an Irish accent. He dictates final decisions about how glittery the earrings, whether or not the hair is worn down or in an up-to, who within the background plays which fictitious role.

I got reprimanded the first nite for allowing my gown’s hem to get wet. This was unavoidable since the crew continually hoses down the sidewalk to create a sparkling cinematic effect. Puddles were everywhere, making the sidewalk slippery for running from evil comic book villains. This “drill sergeant” abuse is due to the incredible fear of losing points with Nigel. My silk shawl had become so wrinkled that Nigel accused me of “sleeping” with it. His female counter point, a tall severe English woman, matched up couples on the last nite of the shoot, when many of our original partners had become absent from the group. She had a remarkable instinct for recreating realism and men and women instantly starting acting as if romantic companions. One couple looked so much alike I thought that they might be siblings.

My original “date” wound up being a Rod Taylor look alike in a white dinner jacket, without the Australian accent. Fortunately he lifted me up over the cable wires, helping me navigate the red carpet and treacherous obstacle course of electric cables. One woman extra fell and showed up the next day with crutches. Most of us had blisters and knee bruises from the demanding physical action and uncomfortable footwear. I learned that my “date” for the last evening shoot, Slovenian Dan, also began his career as a stock boy at Halle’s Downtown store and we had other early experiences in common. I believe that our English accented handler had superb intuition skills.

The main wrangler for the extras was a Jack Black look alike, and an even stronger resemblance in voice and attitude. I began referring to him as JB, although his nickname was the same as a 50’s candy dispenser. I found it most entertaining to watch the professional crew and each of their duties with sound and lighting equipment. I often remain to read the credits after a movie and wonder about each of their responsibilities. Their proficiency was evident and unglamorous. It’s pretty easy to recognize the directors as the ones wearing caps, long Bermudas and the males often have facial hair. Our 1st unit director who also co-wrote the screenplay of the Avengers looked like he could be Ron Howard’s kid brother.

I loved getting to know the hair and makeup staff people. The woman from LA who became my exclusive hairstylist told me about her musician boyfriend whose cousin is Mayor of Montego Bay, Jamaica. With grown children, she’s planning to move with him to S. Africa. She and her mother are a working hair duo from the Culver City neighborhood and she recommended some of the new television shows on which they’ve worked. Outdoor locations depend on cooperative nature. The third night of filming went fine until 5:00 A.M. when a huge thunderstorm approached. We huddled in the onset holding area for awhile until it was evident that the rain wouldn’t let up. We were shuttled via minivan back to the Main Holding building and 90 minutes later were released and told to expect shooting to resume in two days. Some were disappointed but the majority welcomed a day of reprieve to catch up on sleep. Most people had only gotten 3 to 4 hours the night before and some people had even worked at their regular day job after 15 hours on set time. Our lessons proved that movie work is exhausting but has entertaining benefits.

Sunday, August 14, 2011

Crescendos

One of my defined characteristics, obvious to myself and to observers to my life, is a fierce need of the natural world. In my current daily routine, I spend most of the conscious time outdoors. If I could arrange a comfortable place to sleep outdoors, I would be satisfied. Even thunderstorms, lightening and spooky sounds would not deter me if I set up a backyard tent.

Actually the natural sounds of crickets, squirrels, and deer entertain me. As a young girl my favorite playing place was in the dirt surrounding our Halsey Road house. I liked to drive miniature cars and move plastic people (cowboys, Indians, soldiers, cowgirls) making pretend cities in the tree and shrub trunks. The fondness didn’t extend to the worms, small snakes and insects, but I did like to capture grasshoppers, lightening bugs and make nice homes for them in pickle jars. I adopted small animals at my home and at my grandparents’ in Toledo. For a few days until my mother called the APL, I kept a homing pigeon which couldn’t fly. My grandfather once came home at the end of the day, from his auto parts yard, carrying a turtle for me. It wasn’t the most exciting companion but I still was grumpy when the neighbor children stole it out of the hollow in our tree.

As I matured, I still found it unbearable to be cooped up in a school building all day. I’d sit in the row next to the window and fantasize that I was outside on the lawn. It wasn’t that my classes and studies were boring; it was the inability to sit indoors for so many hours. I recall springtime when teachers occasionally moved our classes out to the lawn, and we all relished the freedom, the smells of the mowed grass.
I don’t know why I was never guided to consider a career which would have allowed for outdoor work. Landscape design, surveying and house painting would have suited my disposition and restlessness inside. I’ve spent the past seven years working from virtual offices and when the weather is decent I take my computer outside on the deck and work there. I attempt to make a shade for the screen so that I can see the type clearly. The scenes in the documentary, PAGE ONE, of David Carr and his dog, writing stories from his front porch, bring to mind my preferable place to find creativity.

My criteria for an ideal habitat is one in which the windows can stay open every day and night of the year. Especially at night, while I sleep, I want to have the night sounds in the background and in my head. Today I went walking at the Canal Way visitors’ center, where the sewage water is processed before redirected back to the lake and river. If I’m fortunate while walking along the Ohio-Erie Canal towpath, I see blue herons playing statue and turtles stretched out on the tree limbs into the water.

Along the trail, I read about the migration of the birds, such as Yellow Warblers, who summer in NE Ohio. They feast on insects and then fly 2000 miles to spend the winters along the Panama Canal. I’d like to figure out how I could do something similar and avoid the severe cold and ice. Wintertime is pretty and so clean after new fallen snow, but I have always been better able to tolerate heat than cold.

In my car travels this month I’ve listened to two dissimilar audiobook programs. The stories, one fiction and the other autobiography, are told by female narrators. Caleb’s Crossing is Geraldine Brooks’ new novel narrated by Bethia Mayfield, a minister’s daughter growing up in 17th century Martha’s Vineyard. She forges a chaste lifelong friendship with a Wampanoag chieftain’s son, Caleb, who is the first Indian graduate of Harvard. The other audiobook, Just Kids, also involves an endearing love and fierce friendship between Robert Mapplethorpe and his muse and memoirist Patti Smith. Both books present complex,fulfilling and unusual relationships.

Reading the casting news from Broadway this week provided some irregular announcements. Kelli O’Hara, who has been thrice nominated for Tonys for her singing roles in South Pacific, Light in the Piazza and The Pajama Game, has been cast in a straight dramatic role as the daughter Regan of Shakespeare’s KING LEAR. And Lauren Ambrose, noted for her film and television roles (the young sister in SIX FEET UNDER), will star as Fanny Brice, the songstress/comedian, in the first revival of FUNNY GIRL. Apparently the director, Bartlett Sher, has worked with her previously, and is convinced of her ability of voice and potential unattractiveness. I love the unexpected myself.

Monday, August 1, 2011

Sunday in the Quaker settlement of Salem Ohio

On the last day of July, a beautiful hot Sunday, I found myself free to go drive in the country to a long anticipated destination. Sometime around 1971 while working at my first job in Halle Department store’s fashion department, I had a vivid dream about being called to the town of Salem, OH. I believed it to hold some special significance yet it had taken me 40 years to obey the call.
During the winter I had found online the link to a small museum in the town of Salem, where the much acclaimed watercolorist, Charles Burchfield resided as a youth and teenager. It was the images from his rural home, the surrounding woods, neighboring houses and public buildings that inspired him to sketch and paint in watercolor and inks. I arrived at the frame house with the small front porch and saw the OPEN sign in the window. I entered and was greeted from a back room by a man who introduced himself as Dick. He was delighted to have a guest for the afternoon and began guiding me through the downstairs rooms.
Dick Wootten has retired from his career as a music critic for the former Cleveland Press. However, he is the dedicated president of the Charles Ephraim Burchfield Society and can relate anecdotes and quotes from Burchfield’s journals and diary entries. Dick is a perfect interpreter of CEB’s wit, literary passions and unique style. Within the first few minutes, he told that a documentary film maker is making a film about Burchfield and will film in Buffalo and Salem. Even when Burchfield took a job designing wall paper patterns at the M.H. Birge & Sons Company in Buffalo and moved his family, his compositions still illustrated his memories of the Salem landscapes and streets. He had a prominent role in the early 20th century arts community and was a close colleague of Edward Hopper. However, he did not like the New York or any large city. His fondness continued for the small rural town of Eastern OH where he was happiest.
The Burchfield household at 867 E. 4th Street included Alice Murphy Burchfield who had left her alcoholic, undependable husband and took her children to reside in her hometown of Salem. Salem has a tradition of strong women, hosting the first Women’s Rights Convention out of New York State, which took place in April 1850. Alice included her mother and brother in the house and encouraged her children’s creativity at writing, drawing and performing. Exposed plaster walls show the cartoon drawings of sons Fred, Joe and Charles. The oldest son James remained unmarried and in the house to care for his mother.
The house has only one original small floral painting by Burchfield in it, but large color reproductions cover the walls of each room. Dick and staff have matched the scenes in the paintings with the views from the doors and windows, so that a visitor can see what Charles saw in planning a composition. His eye and imagination become the guide to the visitor in the room. The windows in the back of the house show the reconstructed garden and backyard landscaping. This has been planted to include all the same flowers and grape arbor that the Burchfields cultivated.
CEB was valedictorian of his 1911 high school class. Funny, staged photos of Charles and the antics of him and friends show the light heartedness of their parties in the E. 4th Street house. Charles spent the next four years as a prized student at Cleveland’s School of Art and the Homestead’s website provides statements about his instructors and colleagues. http://www.burchfieldhomestead.com/observations.html He entered the army where he designed camouflage material for uniforms. He invented an original style of painting representational street scenes, emphasizing the weather and natural elements of the day or night. It was at the school that he decided to become a professional artist. His later paintings incorporated inner fantasies, a more abstract symbolic use of trees and insects that take on the appearance of animated cartoon creatures. I immediately thought of his possible influence on the graphic images of Charles Addams and Theodore Geisel.
A mission desk is the only original piece of furniture that was given to the society but Dick Wootten built a matching bookcase to house the collection of books read by Charles and his family during the years before he married. A woman whom he dated claimed that their relationship never developed to a serious courtship because Charles was so attached to his mother, siblings and their family life. After a visit to some of the adjoining buildings that are now owned by the Burchfield Society, I walked around the town and its historic district. I was impressed with an empty lot and sign declaring that a research resource library will be built there as an extension to Salem’s Historical Museum.
My drives in the countryside also remind me of my close family and our rural road trips. I’m fond of the JCT junction signs as those were my brother Joel’s initials. Our mother, Sylvia Shiff, grew up in a small Ohio town and she loved to abandon the Cleveland suburbs on weekends to visit towns like her home of Fostoria. I drove back to Cuyahoga County via Berlin Lake, along Route 14 through various counties, a couple associated with the early life of another famous Ohioan, Clark Gable.
He also grew up with one parent and lived with relatives and friends. Although Gable was born in Cadiz, he began school in Hopedale. In 1856 George Armstrong Custer graduated from Hopedale College, prior to moving on to West Point Academy. Along the road I saw a sign “Custer was Sioux’d!” Gable’s father William and stepmother bought a farm near Yale, OH in 1917 and Clark, at 17 years old resided there that summer. He eventually worked at two tire and rubber companies in Akron. His attendance at plays at the Akron Music Hall convinced him of his desire to become an actor.
The Ohio peaches that I buy from the area road stands are getting sweeter and the Red Haven variety will be abundant in August. Guess I’ll have to soon drive west to Catawba Island to get Ohio’s very best peaches this month.