Friday, November 23, 2012

WHEN FRIDAY WASN'T BLACK

They didn’t call it “Black Friday” when I was a kid, just the Friday after Thanksgiving. It was, however, the busiest shopping day of the year. There was only one really significant place in Chicago to shop in the days before suburban malls–Downtown, and that’s where I loved to be

It started when my friend Kenny’s Aunt took us to the Loop on the Addison Street Bus one year. I didn’t go to buy things since I never had much money. I went to took at things. There were so many places to visit: Marshal Fields with it’s decorated windows, Carson, Pirie Scott, the Fair Store, Vaughan’s Seed Store. (They had pets on the second floor and toys on the third floor.) There were the lesser department stores Wieboldts and Goldblatts (but we had smaller versions of those in our neighborhood.) And there were the dime stores F. W. Woolworths and S. S. Kresge–places where a kid could actually afford to buy something. There was the amazing Kroch and Brentano’s book store. It seemed as if they had every book ever printed there, and the clerks new exactly where each book was located. There was Stop and Shop–a grocery store so expensive my family never bought anything there.

The final delight was to ride back on the Addison bus down Michigan Avenue where thousands of tiny Italian lights hung in the bare trees.



It’s almost all gone now. The main shopping area has migrated to North Michigan. All the old stores are gone. Even Marshall Field was bought out and transformed into a Macy’s. Chicagoans protested this adulteration of the Queen of State Street. I was in Chicago a few days before Thanksgiving and noticed that Macy’s has made a few very small concessions to the protesters. The brass name plates bearing the name Marshall Field are back, and the window displays featured the iconic Uncle Mistletoe, the fairy helper to Santa at the North Pole.




One evening I rode the Sheridan bus up Michigan Avenue. (The Addison bus hasn’t gone downtown in years.) They had turned on the tree lights just a couple days before. The new miniature lights made in China don’t have quite the same happy glow as the old Italian lights, but then I don’t shine the way I did 50 years ago either.



I suppose everything looks better through a veil of nostalgia, but I can’t help but think that things were better when Christmas wasn’t so blatantly commercial. Calling the day “Black Friday” to make the point that this is the day stores finish “in the black” just undermines the season. Now Black Friday has threatened to overwhelm Thanksgiving Day with Walmart starting its sales on Thursday. Besides that is the greed. I can remember crowds on the first day of Christmas shopping, but I can’t recall stampedes in which people were crushed to death.

I recall the final lines of Ogden Nash’s poem “I remember Yule.”

This year I’m going to disconnect everything electrical in the house and spend the Christmas season like Tiny Tim and Mr. Pickwick;
You make me sickwick.

Well, I’m not sickwick of Christmas, just the craziness that has overcome the celebration of the Savior’s birth. I’m going to enjoy the season in spite of what our culture has done with it. Like Scrooge I’ll treasure Christmas past, present and future, but I hope you will excuse me if Christmas past has a slightly larger place in my heart.

May the Lord bless you on your journey and greet you on your arrival.

Wayne

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Friday, November 14, 2008

I'M BACK


Well, here I am back from vacation and attending a meeting of the American Academy of Religion in Chicago. I should have lots of material to discuss now. After all, I saw two operas, Bizet's The Pearl Fishers and Massenet's Manon. I saw two musicals, Wicked and Candide, two plays, Amadeus and The Screwtape Letters,a review, Side by Side by Sondheim, an awful lute concert, a good Gospel Concert, and a so-so Reformation Day program at a church which used to do a lot better. I heard at least 37 learned papers read on all sorts of religious topics, some so learned that I didn't understand anything the scholar said and a few so stupid that I could have done better myself. I also bought more than 50 books. (Well, there are great used book stores and the publishers sell discounted books at the meetings.) And I ate a LOT of fine food at restaurants (and drank some fine beer, but not lots.) With all of that, what do I want to tell you about? Halloween.

It's the first time I've been in Chicago for Halloween in 32 years. That night I had to travel on elevated trains to get to the Sondheim production in Evanston. I don't think I had ever traveled on the elevated on Halloween night before, so I have nothing to compare it to. It was positively surreal. The trains were filled with what appeared to be college students going to and from parties dressed in costumes. I assume they were wearing costumes although some younger folk dress pretty strangely on ordinary nights, so it is hard to tell.

I made notes of a fraction of what I saw. There was a vampire, a zombie, several bloody dead people, a surgeon covered in blood and carrying a head, two coffee farmers dressed in burlap sacks, several cats, many cross-dressing guys, an evil fairy, Mother Nature, Spider Man, a prisoner, two terrorists, two 50s characters with slicked-back hair and white t-shirts with cigarette packs rolled up in the sleeves, Uncle Sam, a pharaoh, 2 skinheads, and my personal favorite, a Rubic's Cube. We also had someone who looked very sick from drinking too much who managed to move to a different car before she threw-up. Except for her, everyone seemed to be having a jolly-good time.

I really should have worn the pirate hat and eye-patch I took with, but I didn't want to appear conspicuous. Perhaps I was more conspicuous by not dressing up. However, no one older than their 20s was parading around incognito, so it's better that I left my disguise in my suitcase.

I know if I researched it, there would be a lot of scholarly papers on people who wear costumes and such on occasions like Halloween, but I don't care. There are a good number of Christians who find all the Halloween stuff to be absolutely Satanic. I acknowledge that Halloween marked some old pagan observation which the Christians tried to appropriate by dropping a Holy Day on top of it. (November 1 is All Saints' Day.) That never worked as witnessed by Christmas which certainly preserves more old pagan customs than Halloween.

Well, I'm not going to be an old fuss-pot and complain about youngsters having a good time although I really wish they would do it without the consumption of huge amounts of alcohol. I prefer the ghostly sort of spirits to the distilled ones on Halloween. But moderation is a virtue. Even Paul enjoined Timothy to "take a little wine for the sake of your stomach and your frequent ailments" (1 Timothy 5:23). A little wine, note. Or perhaps a little beer. There is that misquote attributed to Ben Franklin: "Beer is living proof that God loves us and wants us to be happy." (Franklin actually wrote that about wine, but beer is funnier.) Or my favorite remark on the consumption of alcohol from the Rule of St. Benedict. ". . .we believe that a hemina of wine a day is enough for each one. . . . Indeed we read that wine is not suitable for monks at all. But because, in our day, it is not possible to persuade the monks of this, let us agree at least as to the fact that we should not drink till we are sated, but sparingly. . . "

Now how did I get off on that subject? Well, I'm going to finish my tea (Ceylon orange pekoe with a spoon of blood orange added for exotic flavor) and read a half-dozen books or so. (Ha!)

May the Lord God bless you on your way and greet you on your arrival.

Wayne




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Thursday, October 02, 2008

LINCOLN (Part 1)

No man was less likely to be President of the United States than Abraham Lincoln. He grew up in poverty, had no formal education, served a few terms in the Illinois Legislature and one term as a congressman, and then lost every election he stood for until he was elected President. He was vilified by political opponents to a degree that makes the negative campaigning of today seem tame. He couldn't have been elected today. He was unattractive and ungainly in his manner. Yet I think there has not been a greater President of the United States.

I grew up in Illinois, the Land of Lincoln. His birthday was a state holiday. Lincoln Park dominates the north side lakefront of Chicago. Lincoln Avenue is a major thoroughfare

Even the neighborhood I was raised in had a loose connection with Lincoln. It was built on land that had been part of the Turner Farm. John Turner was a friend and supporter of Lincoln. Indeed, Lincoln stayed with Turner before leaving Chicago for Washington, although not at the farm as I once read. Turner owned the farm since some time in the 1850s and the farmhouse was built in 1859, but Turner didn't move out to the farm until after the Chicago Fire in 1871.


I have been on a Lincoln kick since reading
Team of Rivals: The Political Genius of Abraham Lincoln by Doris Kearns Goodwin. Actually, Richard Thomas read the book and I listened to it on CDs in my car. Along with it I was reading Carl Sandburg's Abraham Lincoln: The War Years. (By-the-by, Sandburg once lived in a house about a mile and a half from where I grew up. I wonder if my great-grandfather ever passed Sandburg on the street? I understand there's a marker on the house now. How come no one has put a marker on my mother's parent's house which is on the exact same street as Sandburg's? Of course my grandparents never won a Pulitzer Prize.) Anyhow, Sandburg's biography of Lincoln reads like a collection of everything Sandburg could lay his hands on. There are copies of letters, photos, cartoons, and what-not else. No wonder it takes up four hardbound volumes.

I had read stuff about Lincoln and seen movies and dramas and documentaries, but this reading has given me a much better sense of the man. He was honest, principled, and an amazing analyst of human nature. He grew up in poverty, but successfully educated himself.
I was particularly impressed by his incorporation of political opponents into his administration. Cabinet members Seward, Chase, and Blair all thought they should have been president. Chase never gave up trying to undermine Lincoln politically thinking he could replace him as president in 1865. I can't imagine a contemporary politician who would want his rivals on the Cabinet, but for Lincoln is was the only way to govern a fractious nation. Time and time again Lincoln tried to steer a middle ground between extremists on both sides of his own party.

But for all his efforts, the country fell into war.
Every so often there is a nasty debate about the Civil War in our North-central Florida town. This is the South, no matter how many Yankees have moved here. One of the high schools here is named Forest High School, which I thought was named in honor of the Ocala National Forest. That's what the school board wanted people to assume. The truth is that people here had wanted the school named Nathan Bedford Forrest High School after the Confederate General and founder of the Ku-Klux-Klan. The Confederacy is a matter of pride in this community. After all, the Civil War was about defending the rights of the states against the encroachment of the Federal Government. Some people get very upset when I try to explain that the right the states were trying to maintain was the right to own human beings as property. No, they tell me, the Civil War was not about slavery. How car anyone who has read the history believe that? So it is that the War goes on after 150 years.

The odd thing I have found among some of the Confederate Battle Flag wavers is their complete misunderstanding of Lincoln. Lincoln was a southerner, born in Kentucky and raised in Indiana and southern Illinois. Believe me, that is NOT Yankee territory. Lincoln was not an abolitionist. He might hate slavery and want to see it end, but he acknowledged that it was protected by the Constitution. What he opposed was the extension of slavery into the territories. What he feared was the admission of more slave-holding states which might tip the balance and cause a change in laws so that no state could prohibit slavery.
The secession started not because of anything Lincoln did, but simply because he was elected president. Seven states seceded and formed the Confederate States of America before Lincoln was inaugurated. But Lincoln didn't have to do anything. As the historian Morris Commager remarked, the South saw Lincoln as a malignant baboon with abolitionist serpents as attendants.

And when the secession was brought to an end by the bloodiest war in our history, John Wilkes Booth murdered the President he so hated. He couldn't that this would make life so much worse in the South, for the radicals took control of reconstruction abandoning Lincoln's moderate policy to restore the union and substituting one of draconian vindictiveness.


What would have happened if Lincoln had not been President? Would the Civil War have been prevented or would we still have two nations occupying the territory that is now the United States? Or maybe we still have two nations. I wonder when I see the election maps with red and blue states.


I remember that it was just fifty years ago President Eisenhower had to send troops into Little Rock to enforce the laws of the nation against a segregationist governor. I had hoped we were beyond that but I hear terrible lies spewed against one presidential candidate because he is partly of African descent. People make not-so-veiled comments that "the country isn't ready for a Black President." And more disturbing, "If he gets elected, he'll be assassinated." It's all the scarier because some people said that about Lincoln, and they were right.
Is it too much to hope that we might again have someone with the skills and moderation of Lincoln? I

want to put out a few excepts for Lincoln's speeches next time, and then I think I will head off in another direction.


In the meantime, whatever direction you take, may the Lord bless you on your way, and greet you on your arrival.


Wayne







1 Our house
2 Site of Turner Farm House
3 Grandma & Grandpa's House
4 Sandburg's home

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Friday, May 23, 2008

LOUIS SULLIVAN

No question about it. My favorite toys were building toys–Tinker Toys, blocks, Lincoln Logs, American Bricks, a rusty Erector Set. I loved making structures of my own design. I still have a couple of Lego sets at my apartment–Snape's Dungeon and Hogwarts Castle, but you have to follow the instructions exactly with those–no improvising. Was I a budding architect? Alas, no. I did take architectural drawing in high school, and actually got a C–which was an improvement over the Ds and Fs I got in mechanical drawing–but I wasn't very good at making nice, neat plans. And I had even less creativity. An art teacher in eight-grade despaired of me saying I was a waste of paint.

However, lack of ability is not the same as lack of interested. I have long been an avid student of architecture. I have taken hundreds of photos of building and own dozens of books about architecture. I even taught an adult interest class in church architecture.

I suppose my interest really got sparked my father. Although he was a machinist, he had studied drafting in high school as I did. Same school. As a matter of fact, my drafting teacher was the son of a person teaching drafting when my father was at school. Dad's drawing are far better than mine. We still have them.

I suspect that my father's interest in houses and such was primarily technical–how things worked, electric, plumbing, structure. But my father was familiar with one architect, the most famous architect in Chicago, maybe the most famous architect in America, Frank Lloyd Wright. Everyday on his was to work in the suburbs he passed a Frank Lloyd Wright house. When the family would go out to his place of work for the annual open house, he would always point out the Wright house. Maybe that's where my architectural interest got started.

Now this is going to upset my east-coast readers, especially the Noo Yawkers, but the birthplace of modern American architecture was Chicago, not New York. The first skyscraper, a building with a steel frame ten stories or more, was William LeBaron Jenny's Home Insurance Building, in Chicago, (1893-5). Of course that was demolished, so I never saw it, but I have seen and been in and photographed Jenny's second Letier Building (1889-1890) and the Reliance Building designed by Daniel Burnham and John Wellborn Root and erected 1890-94. The reliance building is amazing. Even though it's almost 120 years old it still looks modern.

For my money, the great genius of Chicago architecture was Louis Sullivan. I am intimately familiar with his work. The Auditorium Theater Building (1886-1889) by Sullivan and his partner Dankmar Adler was home to Roosevelt University which I attended. It was an ingenious design, a huge theater surrounded by a hotel and office building.



Despite it's ten stories with a seventeen story tower over the entrance, the building is load-bearing masonry. It has huge, thick walls on the first floor. It looks like a massive pile of stone. The whole building fell on hard times with the theater eventually used as a USO center with bowling alleys on the stage, but it was restored in the 1960 to it's former elegance. Some of the special rooms also were restored. The banqueting hall became the Ganz Recital hall where we musicians performed and listen to one another. The top floor dining room was the library. More recently the lobby and second floor observation rooms were restored as well. I don't know if they every fixed up the classrooms the musical college used on the tenth floor. It was pretty nasty in my day.



The auditorium itself is breathtaking whether you're in the audience or on stage.

(Yes, I can prove I've been on stage there. The stage entrance is under the first floor lobby stairway. Non-performers wouldn't know that.)



I sang there in the chorus many times, and I appeared in my only stage work "Third Planet from the Sun" by Ramon Zupko. This was one of the first theaters with electric lights and an early air-conditioning system. The perfect acoustics are the result of Adler's engineering skills. The elaborate decoration is Sullivan's inspiration. He advocated "organic architecture" which is most evident in the ornaments. He started with geometric patterns and worked them until they became something quite natural. Much of the decoration was carried out by Sullivan's young draftsman, Frank Lloyd Wright. Although Sullivan would fire Wright some years later for taking side jobs of his own, Wright held Sullivan in great admiration.





It's believed by some that most of the work on the Sullivan's James Charnley Residence (1890) was done by Wright. I don't know. It's a much more starkly modern building than the Auditorium building, but it still seems to have the bulk of a Sullivan design. A few years back it was restored and opened to the public.


You wouldn't think that one of the most memorable works of a great architect would be a tomb, but it is true. Sullivan's Getty Tomb in Graceland Cemetery.




It's a great piece of work. The tomb appears in numerous books on architecture. Another tomb that Sullivan is supposed to have designed s the Wainwright tomb in St. Louis (1892-3). I've only seen picture of it, but it doesn't have the same elegance. In the early 1950s Wright confessed that he had executed the design for the Wainwright tomb, and he was very critical of his own work.


The other Sullivan work I am very familiar with is his 1899 Schlesinger, Meyer Store, now know as Caron, Pirie, Scott Store one of the great Chicago department stores.



Looking at it today, it's hard to believe it's over 100 years old. Sullivan was to first to conceived of the large glass display windows. When you look at the building from some distance, you're struck by the expanse of glass and gleaming terra cotta that conceals the steel frame. Up close the two-story ornamented cast-iron facade dominates. And then there is the main entrance. The original owners wanted a curved corner as the main entrance. Sullivan resisted their wish, but in the end gave them what they wanted, more than they wanted. The corner is striking because of that curved entrance.


This building was the last great work of Sullivan. He career plummeted downward probably due in a large part to his alcoholism. But his advanced ideas of modern architecture were also to blame. It just didn't catch on in the United States. It did in Europe, however, where it was the inspiration for what would be called the International Style. It came back to this country in the stripped-down steel frame and glass boxes that have dominated our architecture for years. This was the bete-noir of Wright. He hated the style with a passion.

Two last bits on Sullivan. In the mid-seventies I took a trip from Madison, Wisconsin to Minneapolis, Minnesota on Amtrak 's "North Coast Hiawatha." Madison is the capital of Wisconsin and the site of the University of Wisconsin, but the train no longer stops in Madison. You go to the train station and catch a little bus out to the nowhere town of Columbus, Wisconsin. I had time to kill until the train arrived, so I wandered through the downtown, such as it was. There I came upon the Farmers & Merchants Union Bank. I had never heard of it before, but I could tell just by looking at it that it was a Louis Sullivan design.



Done in 1919 it was one of several Midwest banks Sullivan designed in his declining years. This was not Sullivan's greatest work, though it has some nice stained glass windows in it.


There's one more Sullivan work practically in the neighborhood where I grew up. I probably passed it dozens of times without noticing it since by my time it was no longer a music store. It's the last of Sullivan's designs (1922), though he did only the facade. What gives it away is the elaborate letter "K" in typical Sullivan style that decorates the second story.



The last building and the last of Louis Sullivan. He died two years later impoverished, dependent on the support of old friends like Wright.


Oh, dear, I had meant this to be about Wright, not Sullivan, but there is something so tragic about a great man like Sullivan falling into oblivion. It's sad that some of his best work was demolished, notably the Schiller Theater and the Chicago Stock Exchange although the trading room of the later was dismantled and rebuilt in the Art Institute of Chicago, a fitting tribute.




One of these days I'll get around to Frank Lloyd Wright.

In the meantime, may the Lord bless you on your way and greet you on your arrival.

Wayne

Note: All the pictures except the interior of the Auditorium, the stairway, and the Bank are my own.

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