Catching up…Wednesday’s program. Later…the Perseid meteor shower.

First, let’s go back to Tuesday night’s story about Lincoln.

Mr. Roach meets Mr. Lincoln.
Mr. Roach meets Mr. Lincoln.
Here's Grace Bedell, whose letter encouraged Abe's beard. She's from Westfirld, NY...home of Welch's Grape juice, too.
Here’s Grace Bedell, whose letter encouraged Abe’s beard. She’s from Westfirld, NY…home of Welch’s Grape juice, too.
Abe and Butch.
Abe and Butch.

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.

Constanze Stelzenmuller spoke on German perceptions of Europe's plight. She will be at Big Arts in Sanibel this coming season.
Constanze Stelzenmuller spoke on German perceptions of Europe’s plight. She will be at Big Arts in Sanibel this coming season.  Her remarks about war guilt was punctuated by genuine tears.  She was quite moved and moving for us.

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.

Lunch at
Lunch at “Fifties Grill and Dairy”
Butch steps up to order a Fifties Burger, fries and a Pepsi.
Butch steps up to order a Fifties Burger, fries and a Pepsi.  We felt as if we were hanging out in Ardmore at Pinelli’s Pizzeria in 1957, perhaps.

Then we head over to the Institute…through a barely hospitable part of Jamestown.

Great architecture...looks like Arts and Crafts style and wonderful finishes inside and out.
Great architecture…looks like Arts and Crafts style and wonderful finishes inside and out.
Lots of volume in the interior spaces and you can see the details here in the woodwork.
Lots of volume in the interior spaces and you can see the details here in the woodwork.

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).

A closer view of the Art Center.
A closer view of the Art Center.
Kellogg Art Gallery. They also serve lunch each day on the porches.
Kellogg Art Gallery. They also serve lunch each day on the porches.
The Packard Mansion is fully restored on the north end near us.
The Packard Mansion is fully restored on the north end near us.
The same Packard Mansion right before dark.
The same Packard Mansion right before dark.

Speaking of dark….here’s where we came back at midnight to see the meteors.

A perfect Perseid viewing position. We brought our seat cushions and couch pillows.
A perfect Perseid viewing position. We brought our seat cushions and couch pillows.

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.

chiproach

Lifelong Philadelphia area Realtor. Now a 13-year citizen of Sanibel, Florida. Married to Nancy for 53 years. Three children (2 in Devon; 1 in Steamboat Springs, CO) and 5 grandkids (2 in college). Helping with charities involving poverty, kids and education.

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