First, let’s go back to Tuesday night’s story about Lincoln.
Wednesday contained some monster rain showers, but we were watching from under the Ampitheater’s ample roof and stayed dry. Our bike seats were covered by trash bags.
The main speaker from Germany was one of the best we have ever heard at Chautauqua or anywhere…delightful presentation, clear American accented German and the wonder of it all was that she had thrown her prepared remarks away the previous night and decided that we need to hear a real German speak about Germany’s feeling about being in a leadership place.
Our friend, Neal Halleran and his wife, Sherry, are having breakfast at Chautauqua with her on Thursday. Neal is the host of the Sanibel speaker series – the Forum at Big Arts. She seems like a genuine, warm human being…in addition to being a much-credentialed spokesperson for the European Union.
Butch and Chip skipped the 2PM speaker and played hooky to visit the Roger Tory Peterson Institute in Jamesown, NY (15 miles away). We had talked about doing this for 3 years and it was about time we acted out our wish. Peterson created a revolution in the 1920’s with a simplified manual for bird identification. We have bought several of his books. He’s 1908-1996 and was born and raised here.
first, we stopped for lunch at a place that suited our earliest friendship in the 50’s.
Then we head over to the Institute…through a barely hospitable part of Jamestown.
By and large, we called it Roger “Sorry” Peterson, since the museum doesn’t have much substance and lots of vacant spaces. Maybe they have fallen upon hard times financially. Not a vibrant showplace for his work. It’s also located in a strange neighborhood although it has 30 acres of meadow and forest surrounding it. Glad we went, but wouldn’t recommend it.
Next year, maybe we’ll go to the Lucille Ball museum…NOT. She was born in Jamestown, too.
We go back and forth on Pratt Street right to the heart of the village each day. Here are some Spratt scenes. (the Art Center at night is featured at the top of the page).
Speaking of dark….here’s where we came back at midnight to see the meteors.
Butch and Louise, Nancy and I laid our heads on pillows from the couch on those slanted docks on the left, since that was facing north…the source of most of the action. We lasted about an hour and saw 10 shooting stars. One was so bright and went so far across the sky that you could hear the “oohs and aaahs” from further down the lake as folks were sitting on other docks.