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SUNDAY, JUNE
8
GEORGE:
Departed our house at 8:05 a.m. CDT and arrived at Terre Haute, at
our motel, at 3:40 p.m. CDT. Mileage was 414 (7815 - 7401).
Weather was hot and muggy, but the long delayed and much awaited
front came through in the late afternoon, after we arrived in Terre
Haute, and we had a good rain. I-70 and US 40 all the way...
Auto
Expenses, other than tolls, are recorded in the Auto Log, and motel
expenses will be noted as of the day they are paid.

MONDAY, JUNE
9
GEORGE:
Departed Terre Haute at 8:45 EDT and arrived via stops and detours
at suburban (northern) Cincinnati at 3:50 p.m. EDT. Mileage
was 225 (8040 - 7815). Weather was much cooler.
Our first stop was
Bloomington, Ind. where we stopped for directions and then went to
the Fine Arts Building and the art museum there.
Henry Hope
was out, and I sense he is semi-retired insofar as hours are
concerned, or if not he "surprises" the office girl when he does
come in. I had wondered about the Ft. Lauderdale letter I
received from him re: the
Magic Theater paper.
The
museum is in
three major parts and two "lobbies." The building is on a
slope, so the second floor can be entered from one end while the
first from the middle. The building houses studies,
auditorium, classrooms, offices and the art library (that I saw).
Whether it combines with other activities I cannot say. The
antiquities case [is] housed on the main floor with some choice
sculpture pieces in the entrance lobby. A nice variety, some
decent pots and small bronzes. As can be expected, there were
some items which were more study than museum quality. But
also, as can be expected, some were very nice indeed. On the
second floor there are two major rooms opening off the "lobby,"
which is enclosed. The lobby houses [insert: big
sculpture and] some vitrines for small miscellany ranging from
antique and Oriental, through "primitive." One wing [insert:
gallery] held Oriental plus open areas for a coming exhibit, and the
other wing gallery held paintings, prints and drawings, and some
sculpture from the permanent collections. If Hope had not
given major items and loaned many others, the collections would be
thin (provided that what we saw was representative). Henry Hope
and his wife are major benefactors, and I must learn a bit more
about his role in this activity. Apparently there is money
there. From a general review, the museum is physically
pleasant, and the displays are very attractive. It is not,
however, equal to K[ansas] U[niversity], and it is somewhat better
than M[issouri] U[niversity] (except for MU's archeological stuff).
Washington U is a rather unusual (and not a balanced) collection
which is of a different category.
From the Fine Arts
Building we went over (next door) to the Auditorium and looked at
Benton's Indiana mural which is housed there in the upper reaches of
the outer lobby. The mural was done for the Century of
Progress, and grew out of the
New School and the Whitney murals.
It preceded the
Missouri State House mural which is similar in
execution. The Indiana mural is now in two long and two short
panels, rather high up in a rectangular area. They cannot be
read as a unit. The design is simple and boldly drawn and
executed (it was a rush job), and it is interesting. But the
composition is not extraordinary. Strong verticals, mostly
trees, divide sections. Since they are high and fragmentary
(not a continuum) it isn't fair to make a final judgment. I
shall have to learn more about the original setting, but nothing on
or by Benton says much on the subject.
From Bloomington we
went to Columbus, Indiana, via a rather long detour due to some
non-explained reason. We saw some of the contemporary
architecture which is being built in
Columbus by major architects
through (as I understand it) the benefactions of a citizen. We
did not explore, but drove about and then took off to the motel we
selected in north Cincinnati area.
[$ Meals $22.55 (George's share [represented as GS] $7.15) plus 35¢
tip. Parking in Bloomington 15¢.
Motel in Terre Haute $15.45 (children free; GS $7.72)]

TUESDAY, JUNE 10
GEORGE:
Once
we were ready, we took off for the city and arrived in the heart of
Cincinnati in good time. However, once there, it is a maze of
one-way streets, but with map in hand we found our way to the
Cincinnati Art Museum in Eden Park. All told, we were there
about three hours. It is typical of those older museums which
have been added onto over time. It connects physically with
the Art Academy, and a portion of the galleries were [sic]
devoted to a student exhibit. Pretty much what one might
expect, and generally good. There is no real guidebook to the
collections, only some (four) supplements for school tours. I
bought these, since they did show the objects on a selected basis.
There is no floor plan available due to what I gather is a rather
major reinstallation of the collection. While there are some
basement galleries, featuring the "Damascus room," the bulk is on
the two main floors. Ground floor contains Antiquities,
Ancient and Medieval Near East, Far East (some in basement
galleries), Medieval, Musical Instruments, much decorative arts
(mostly vitrine stuff), period rooms, tapestries, costumes.
The second floor [is] principally painting and temporary exhibits.
Drawings and prints appear in several locations. The place is
something of a maze (113 exhibition areas or rooms—many
small) and it reflects the accretion of additions. However, one
can work it out fairly well, and then one can see the contents.
Cincinnati Art
Museum is a much better museum than I had anticipated, but the
collection is uneven with the strengths quite impressive and
pleasantly presented, while the weaknesses are evident only when you
keep criteria in mind. Major strengths were 18th and 19th
Century painting, both European and American. There was a
surprising collection of near Eastern, both medieval and ancient,
and a goodly group of late Roman, Coptic, etc. period objects.
Some of the period rooms were very nice (but furniture lacking or
sparse). There are individual strengths (depending on
attributions I am not qualified to question) outside of these areas,
and there was more Oriental on display than say in St. Louis.
Major weaknesses are in sculpture of all periods, especially after
the medieval, although that is thin as well. The very modern
is deficient, but there are some nice things. Paintings prior
to the 18th Century (many Romneys, Gainsboroughs, Lawrences) are
variable in quality and in condition. The attributions on some
were "interesting." I must check with
Burton Dunbar on the
Herri met de Bles, Landscape with Sacrifice of Abraham.
The background looked scrubbed to me—quite washed out. It is
an interesting painting but rather ordinary in its execution—even a
bit crude. Our little
Patinir (which Burton feels could be
Herri met de Bles) is much more meticulous. The range of 19th
Century paintings was quite surprising [in margin: some good
watercolors and pastels], although typical of 19th Century taste, it
was primarily French and U.S. There is a complete room of
Duveneck (local) and he comes off well, right behind
Eakins.
In general, the
museum is frustrating insofar as it has much which deserves close
scrutiny, but it is a little like "research," the stuff needs more
sorting out. There is a very large amount on display, and
unless you know what you are looking for, it can be a trial.
The
St. Louis City Art Museum seems easier to see, yet seems to say
much more, and more logically. On the other hand, I was not
prepared for what was on display and the quality of much of it.
It was well worth the trip. The labels are all (or almost all)
quite long and educational. It is, I believe, the only museum
which has taken up this practice as a general proceeding rather than
reserving it for special cases. The temporary exhibit was an
AAA-organized show entitled "Photography in Printmaking."
Satisfactory. The cafeteria, where we had a quick lunch, is
absolutely quaint. Beside a small "steam table," sandwiches
etc. are made to order. The menu is a slate and one buses
one's own dishes. The prices were quite reasonable. It
was a bit of the past which has hung on. The guards and other
public staff people were most courteous and even eager to help.
I suspect it gets fewer tourists and adults than many museums.
After the
Cincinnati Art Museum, we tried to get to the
Taft House.
Well, it is girdled now by freeways—actual or under construction.
We tried dutifully to get there and ended up on the sidewalk (by
instruction) in front, but past it was a vast wasteland of
construction. I saw no way to continue and no one to guide, so
I turned around and retreated. The Museum looked closed up and
if not, it certainly was empty since passage to and from was nearly
impossible. Well, at least we saw it from the outside.
Then we went to
the
Museum of Natural History. The place is like so many
others—a miscellany of stuffed animals, rocks, fossils, etc.
But there was a major feature—a simulated cavern, which was very
well done. The natural history museums are so often less well
developed or organized, even if they include science and technology.
The Chicago or Washington examples are exceptions. Yet, one
would think that there would be considerable support for display and
presentation if not acquisition of collections. Tradition,
role of patronage, etc. are no doubt factors. But it may also
affect the training (?) [sic] of the staff and administration
of these establishments. Even St. Louis, with
Monsanto,
McDonnell, etc. has relatively a small and modest natural
history/science museum.
Well, that
wrapped up Tuesday except for a return to the motel to rest our
wearied selves, and to write this up. We saw more of the city
in the process. Local miles today were 43 (8083 - 8040).
It was difficult to
judge any of the architecture I saw. Cincinnati is "old," and
while there is much new construction going on, the overall
appearance of things was an old town which had little reverence for
its past. There is a lot of later 19th Century to be seen, but
not easily seen. Kansas City wiped out most of its "old town"
and moved its downtown. It is hard to tell what Cincinnati
tried to do, or is doing other than the freeway construction.
Perhaps a later trip some year along the Ohio River may provide some
answers.
[$ Meals $21.99 (GS $7.40). Parking 15¢.
Admission to N.H. Museum 25¢.
Museum books $1.00. Postcards 50¢]
MILA JEAN:
Imperial House, Cincinnati, Ohio.
Trips to Art Museum & Museum of Natural History. Decorative &
Costume Art Section, Cincinnati Art Museum. [envelope:
Souvenir from the Cincinnati Museum of Natural History / Petrified
Dinosaur Bone from Greybull Wyoming]—Mom's Choice. Visit
with Connie next day.

WEDNESDAY, JUNE 11
GEORGE:
We
departed at 8:30 and headed north. We went through Dayton up
to see Jean's sister Connie. We spent two hours or so there
(did a laundry) and had a good visit (and lunch). Then we
retraced a few miles to Dayton to see the Dayton Art Institute.
From there we went north to our next stop just outside of Toledo.
Total miles were 219 (8302 - 8083) less 30 for the side excursion to
visit "the relatives"; hence the business mileage was 189.
The
Dayton Art
Institute is not too impressive. It is a nice little building
with a pleasant courtyard, but while the collection ranges in time,
geography and art-form, it is not really of museum caliber (except
in a few selected pieces). Major artists are represented by
small or minor works (or dubious, as in the case of the
Bourdon
Holy Family). Most western works were by third or fourth
echelon names (a few I knew). There is some ancient, some Far
East, and a small college would be delighted to have this "study
collection," but a good second echelon museum would put all of it in
storage. Many of the paintings need cleaning, relining, etc.
There was a selection of prints from the permanent collection on
display and that looked quite satisfactory. One large gallery
was clear (loan exhibitions?). The only museum publication was
"50 Masterpieces from etc." [sic] but it cost $12,
so
we did not buy it. One curious coincidence was a former
student acting as a docent.
Lucille Callahan (some 3½ years
back—that long?) came up and Jean
brought her up to date on K.C. news after amenities while I walked
the galleries.
From there is
was on to Toledo.
[$ Meals $18.02 (GS $5.25). Motel, two
nights in Cincinnati $39.52 (GS $19.76)]

THURSDAY, JUNE 12
GEORGE:
The
day did not start quite as planned. First, after considerable
rethinking of plans on the evening of the 11th, we decided that the
Henry Ford Museum and Greenfield Village in Dearborn were of
sufficient importance (and close to the motel) that Ann Arbor should
be removed from the schedule and [these] substituted. Once
decided, we departed in high style right after breakfast for the
Toledo Museum, only to discover that we needed to wheel about to
pick up my toilet gear (and the flask) left behind. Why we
failed to do the routine last check is not too clear to any of us.
While we lost about 40 minutes, this was unexpectedly picked up by
the fact that Michigan is on
standard time!
We arrived at the
Toledo Art Museum, and once again was charmed. There was no
special exhibit open, so we concentrated on the permanent
collection. The paintings are of quality, well presented and
in good conservation state. I recognized several that had
passed through Jim Roth's studio.
Libbey is of course the
major benefactor and his taste is a factor [insert: no doubt]
in the
imbalance of the collections.
Secor (Arthur J.) also
gave major works, but few in number when compared to the Libbeys.
The collection has some fine Italian paintings, but relatively few
in number. The tradition of collecting names seems in this
instance to have benefited the Museum because major works are there
to be seen. The 17th, 18th, and 19th Centuries are well
represented, with a very good 19th Century range. That key
works can be placed in the "Great Gallery" and still leave excellent
items for the other periods, and several rooms of American and
European 19th Century, early 20th Century is a gratifying
experience. Sculpture is very thin, but there are some nice
examples. There are a nice number of medieval objects, mostly
Kleinkunst. Decorative arts exist but sparsely and the[y?]
"decorate" the exhibition galleries. Modern is rather
conservative and thin. Ancient is there in number, but in
modest pieces, and not effectively displayed. The Oriental is
modest and displayed in a dull way. Prints are in evidence,
the "Books and Manuscript" display is still out in its regular place
and still informative but not exciting. Lots of glass and just
racked up in cases like a junior British Museum. Several nice
new touches: a number of the galleries have info sheets with little
cuts to illustrate and brief paragraph commentaries. These
also have a brief taped lecture (push the button). We found
the place refreshing as anticipated (but no lounge facilities) and I
purchased a guide and two pertinent bulletins.
From Toledo we made
our way to Dearborn. We went first to the
Henry Ford Museum.
It is the Winterthur of the blue collar and tradesman. The
size and the enormity of the collections is staggering. Well
organized, much push the button for a taped lecture, and literally
acres to walk. I note the guide book lists eight acres for
just the Mechanical Arts Hall. About all I can say that makes
sense is that it is all very well kept up and presented, and the
cost to see it is impressive as well. The crowds were also
impressive. The operation had a scale to it which must rival
the Met or the Washington Museums. I cannot say we saw the
display systematically, there were about 175 automobiles and an
extraordinary number of pieces of "folk furniture," etc. But
we traversed the entire structure and looked at and over the
totality and some of the contents with attention. I suspect it
must be used as Winerthur must be used, with blinders up except to
that which is being studied. The give-away plan is available
in about eight languages and guides and guards are in profusion.
From there we walked
over to
Greenfield Village. Well, that is another phenomenon
altogether. Besides memorabilia—by
complete buildings—of Henry Ford, there are nearly 100 structures.
Some are treasures of historic interest but little of architectural
excellence—still blue collar and tradesman. However, the
complete
Menlo Park Compound is a phenomenon, and other aspects are
equally curious. It cannot be seen easily in a short time, but
guides are on [insert: about] all buildings to all tidbits of
lore and so slow up the pace. It is a kind of architectural
version of the Henry Ford Museum, and nostalgia seems to have more
influence than it should have. It is a small town like none
that existed, but there is a three-dimensional past that is a bit
more real than any museum interior replication. As for
mirroring America? Here I would say that Greenfield Village
needs to be seen through very cautious eyes.
After a
reasonable time, but only a portion of the premises, a storm began
to develop. We made it to the car in time and we had a short
shower. We were tired by then, a full day it seemed of
traipsing, and perhaps the brief rain was a mercy in stopping our
otherwise busy adventure. In summary, the two Dearborn museums
were definitely important experiences, but as with any large
display, comprehension is impossible in a single visit regardless of
its length.
Mileage 87 (8389 -
8302) with departure at 8:35 EDT and arrival at 4:15 EDT.
[$ Meals $17.36 (GS $4.60). Admission to
Museums $12.00 (GS $4.00). Guidebooks $3.95. Motel
in Toledo $17.12 (children free; GE $8.56)]
MILA JEAN:
Holiday Inn, Perrysburg Ohio (outside Toledo). [Insert:
Lovely turkey dinner.] Excellent, though we left things in
room and had to go back for them. Dearborn, Michigan:
expensive ($6 each museum), tourist-ridden, but worth it.
Under threat of stormy skies, thousands of people, and gravelly
walks (I wore sandals!), we spent a fascinating afternoon here.
Didn't see all due to fatigue and the storm which finally
arrived. Much wind and dust (much to indignation of George)—we
finally made a run for it, and got to car just in time for violent,
short-lived (15 min.) storm. Motel (Ramada Inn) just a short
way from museum. Ford plant across street. Very
unprepossessing café, but cheap with kiddie-menu. [postcard of
a 1909 Model T roadster:] One of 100's—Matthew's choice.

FRIDAY, JUNE 13
GEORGE:
Left
the motel in
good time and began our trip into the city of Detroit to see the
Art
Museum there. It is a very impressive collection, although
principally paintings. There are two or three of what might be
called period rooms, and while there is decorative art and some fine
sculpture, it is primarily painting from the 14th Century to the
present. The American collection has been rehung in newly
furbished section which makes it easy to see and to move through.
The European of the "Latin" variety (other than "modern") is in the
flanking wing of the old building, and displayed in a state of
approximate opulence. The Northern and Modern are in the new
wing, along with Ethnic, Temporary Loan, etc. An unused
(unfinished?) flanking [insert: new] wing to the north will
make of the total an enormous structure. The American
paintings are very good, and there is an impressive collection of
Italian work. The medieval is tastefully shown, but seems
sparse in contrast with the painting galleries. There is very,
very little Oriental, and the few small rooms of ancient were all
closed but one. This is a
Pinakothek.
There was, of
course,
Washington Allston's Belshazzar's Feast, and
Peale's
Court of Death. An interesting confused cubist
A.B.
Davies of large dimension and immediate post-Armory Show. The
big Breughel is, I gather from its appearance, unfinished. The
Van Eyck is very small. There is a nice textile collection,
but displayed in a dull way. The Archives of American Art is
with the Library of the Museum. The
Rivera Room is
interesting. It is enormous, and functions as a smoking
lounge. It sort of works in the space, but the architecture is
very evident and except for the two big walls, the paintings fight
the mouldings. Some of the figures are almost caricatures.
It is hard to summarize the Detroit Museum except to say that it is
unbalanced, but what they have is impressive. The
WRNG has
palms for balance and the Oriental, the Detroit for size and the
painting collection.
From the museum we
crossed to Canada by the tunnel, and
stopped in Windsor along the
way to the freeway to convert some traveler's checks into Canadian
money. [insert:
The part of
Ontario between Windsor and Kitchener is mostly flat farmland.
Very pastoral and smacks of Illinois except for the rows of pines
(spruces or firs) panted as windbreaks.]
We arrived in good
time at Stratford (we would have been hard-pressed to see it to
Toronto anyway) and saw the
Festival Theatre's performance of
The
Alchemist and had a brief reunion with
Bunny Behrens who is of
the company in a major role. We are to visit at his house the
next morning.
Mileage 189
(8576 - 8387). We began at 9:50 EDT and terminated at 4:50
EDT.
[$ Meals $8.30 (GS $2.25). Motel $19.24
(GE $9.62). Guidebooks $4.95. Toll to Canada
80¢. Supper $12.26 Canadian
(GE $4.00)]
[Conversion of Funds: Cashed 4 50's (traveler's checks) for $215
Canadian. Motel in Stratford: prepaid
$22.65 U.S.; at registration, tax $1.20 Canadian (GE
$6.00)]
MILA JEAN:
Got cold (50's). Detroit
Institute of Arts: collection quite takes one's breath away.
Reeks of a great deal of money spent (walls of deep velvet plush
behind works of art). Paintings particularly impressive.
Whitby Hall: American 1754. One room of a two-story composite
of a whole house, built into museum. Have even facade of
exterior front wall.
Kresge Court: where we ate lunch before
driving to Canada. Windows seen [in postcard] are those of
Baroque Renaissance medieval rooms which overlook "courtyard."

SATURDAY, JUNE 14
GEORGE:
Once
we checked
out of the motel, we were off to see a bit of Stratford, and then
over to
Bunny Behrens's house. As things turned out, it was a
delightful interlude. We had an excellent meal with
his
family, had lunch together, and he went off to
makeup for the matinée.
We then began our laundry courtesy of their equipment, and I took
Jean to the Festival Theater to see
Measure for Measure.
I had our boys and Bunny's oldest along, and took time to get the
car washed (the dust storm in Detroit with intermittent rain did not
help the car's exterior) and serviced.
We stopped for
a bit in downtown Stratford and then went back to the Behrenses.
We finished the laundry, I visited with Debbie (who has her hands
full with three boys [aged]
2½ to 8), and we
took our first farewell. I picked up Jean at the theater, and
took our second farewell with Bunny. It was, all in all, a
delightful interlude and gave us our only insight into a
small
Canadian town, since our other stays are in the metropolises.
We got away
from Stratford at something past 5:30 EDT, and stopping for a
wretched meal on the road, arrived at our destination in Toronto at
8:35. Counting the Saturday Stratford excursion (a few miles)
we covered 127 miles on Saturday (8703 - 8576).
[$ all Canadian: Meals $7.95 (GE $2.50)]
MILA JEAN:
Stratford, Ontario. The
Festival Theatre seats 2,258. Created in 1953 by
Tanya Moiseiwitsch (recently redesigned it along with
Brian Jackson).
Had wonderful
visit with Bunny the day after our seeing The
Alchemist (brilliant). We went to his house around 10:00
AM, had lunch there, Bunny and I went to theatre for a matinee
performance of Measure while George stayed with Deb and the
kids. George and kids picked me up after the performance, and
we drove on to Toronto for the night.

SUNDAY, JUNE 15
GEORGE:
The entire day in Toronto.
The morning was an auto excursion in and around the central city,
capped by a visit to Fort York and the noon cannon salute.
After lunch went to the Royal Ontario Museum, and then over to the
Art Gallery of Toronto.
Toronto is a large
and cosmopolitan city. Coming in yesterday along the freeway
belt, we saw many, many new buildings, quite [a] few tall apartment
blocks (of high quality prices no doubt). Much of the
architecture was above average. Then, the heart of the city, a
mélange of old and new, small town and very urban. We
traversed hippieville areas, Chinatown, the Hungarian enclave, the
Portuguese section, Little Greece, etc. It is a mixture of
impressions. Many government buildings, a large, large
[sic] university complex, tall towers, grubby industrial and commercial
structures. Gaudy and tawdry and stodgy.
Fort York was fun in
that the restoration is good, it has a garrison and they wear period
uniforms. We toured, heard and saw the ceremonial firing of
the noon gun (as of yore) and in the Officers Quarters we had a
sample of freshly baked stone-ground bread, baked in the brick oven.
From this view of the past, incongruously in the shadow of the
elevated traffic ways and warehouses, to another: the ROM,
Royal
Ontario Museum.
This extraordinary
museum on four floors is largely natural history and
ethnography-archaeology. However, it includes more. The
structure is an
.
The front leg is on floor 1 Geology, floor 2 Paleontology, and floor
3 Zoology. I didn't try to look at that. The bar and the
back of the horizontal "H" continued the other public areas on four
floors. Ground floor had Native Arts and Amer-Indian.
The first floor had armor, decorative arts, European sculpture,
Medieval and Renaissance, large-scale Chinese wall painting and
sculpture, musical instruments, and a temporary show on the art of
forgotten people (various ethnic). The second floor had textiles,
costumes, Egypt and Classic. The third floor was the Near East
and the Far East dominated by an incredible array of Chinese art,
with little painting visible but an enormous number of sculptural
and ceramic examples. It is a strange combination of the
British Museum and the Victoria and Albert. This excludes the
Natural History. The big feature is the Oriental. The
displays were not terribly novel, mostly cases well filled, and in
crowded rooms. But once you look past the totality (if this is
possible) you can see some impressive things.
The
Art Gallery [of]
Toronto is quite a contrast. This is small, and the collection
was truncated by the Picasso Graphics (recent work) on exhibit.
The price, $1.00 to see his recent work on a crowded day, wasn't
worth it, so I skipped it. The Art Gallery's permanent
collection, at least that on display, had a number of nice—principally
Baroque—works. Condition was questionable, but there was (as
per labels) a [insert: nice big]
Claude, a Poussin, a big Van
Goyen, two Rembrandts which seemed O.K., a very big
Tintoretto, a
nice "small" Hals, an interesting Hals and a good example of the
Fauve aspect of Dufy. There was a room of Impressionists and
related people, one room of very Op and a cross-section of abstract
Expressionists. A few drawings were on display. It is a
small museum, and not adequate for Toronto—especially in contrast to
the ROM. The Art School is adjacent to the museum.
Really it was a [two crossed-out misspellings]
disappointment.
Expenses (in Canadian):
[$ Meals $15.80 (GS $5.30).
Parking 50¢. Catalogues $7.75.
Admission fees $3.00 (GS $1.25)]
MILA JEAN:
The Executive Motor Inn, 621 King St.
Toronto. Firing the cannon [at Fort York:] My, what a
production! Toronto is
a veritable melting pot of various nationalities: Greek, Portuguese,
Hungarian, Orientals. Various signs exhibited include "Save
Chinatown" (being torn down, due to Urban Renewal), Budapest
Laundry, Hong Kong Imporium [sic], The International House of
Hair. Many people on bicycles. Use of vinegar on French
fries, walking in the rain without umbrellas, many flowers in beds
or being sold in stalls and many streetcars (hippie community of some
fame). On Sunday morning, saw a walking procession from a
Portuguese church carrying an effigy of Virgin (very European).
Motel seemed deserted after first night. We ate in cheap
British-Lyons type of café called "Frans"—children learned to
subsist on chicken or turkey sandwiches.

MONDAY, JUNE 16
GEORGE:
Departed Toronto for Montreal at 8:40 EDT and arrived at 3:30.
Mileage 344 (9076 - 8732). A largely routine trip with some
opportunity to see the general terrain—rather
pastoral, since we were on the freeway which bypassed the cities and
towns. We were able to see the increased ruggedness (sic) as
we moved into the St. Lawrence River Valley.
Upon arrival,
an interesting experience once in Montreal proper insofar as traffic
is concerned. We got settled and I did a fast walk around in
the immediate area of the motel (Guy and Dorchester). Found
numerous inner city features which were not slum, but shops etc.
Once oriented, we exited and made our way to one-star (Mobilguide
Expo '67) restaurant not too far away and had dinner. From
there it was back to the motel and a decompression with some effort
given to the study of sundry maps.
[$ Meals $16.10 (GS $5.00). Motel in Toronto
$44.10 (GS $22.05). Tips on entering
Le Martinique $1.50 (GS
$1.00)]
Note: motor inn
masquerading as a swinging place (which it wasn't).
MILA JEAN:
Motor Hotel Le Martinique: 1005 Guy
St., 211 rooms. (Toilet had trouble flushing first day, but
help came.) [Swimming pool] heated and nice.

TUESDAY, JUNE 17
GEORGE:
The day
began, when organized, with a subway trip to the old section of
Montreal. The subway is not too difficult to comprehend, but I
gather the autobus is the key to much local transportation, at least
in the areas we saw today. Much of old Montreal is gone except
for some very narrow congested streets. Some rehabilitation
has taken place, and what we saw is more "quaint" than
architecturally significant. We went through the
Château
de Ramezay, an early 18th Century house now a historical museum of
Montreal. It is an attic of stuff of all sorts, very little
labeled except by numbers which refer to the catalogue. This
we obtained. From there we promenaded, and we went into the
cathedral—early 19th Century Gothic
Revival. Interesting but not distinguished. Footsore, we
returned to the motel by subway (a very modern and clean affair—much
cleaner than the city itself).
In the early
afternoon, after a light lunch, we went to the
Museum of Fine Arts (sans
the children). This is rather small (although larger than
Toronto) and it does attempt to present a comprehensive group of
things from ancient to very contemporary, from the Far East to
Pre-Columbian Eskimo and local Canadian. Once again, nothing
extraordinary. A fair amount of the permanent collection was
not on display (according to the 1960 catalogue) and there
was evidence that a renovation of a portion (at least one gallery)
was under way. Also, there were loan items very much in
evidence. Most striking, of [insert: all on display]
the large number of Boudins and Eskimo art. It is a nice
little collection, but except for the Far East, it was not displayed
in any extraordinary way. No air conditioning. It is, of
course, decidedly better than Toronto's Art Gallery, but it would be
third-level at best in the United States. Rather sad since
Montreal is supposed to be a swinging, metropolitan city. I
suspect that the provincial status of the French province, both to
Canada and to France, has manifested itself. The bustle of the
hotels, commerce, little eating places, etc. (we have seen so far)
smacks of a transient money or culture in contrast to the local
money needed as in Detroit. Art museums reflect in almost all
U.S. cases the taste and effort of a certain slice of society, and
the French Canadian possibly did not have this. Then again,
there is a superficial "bigness" to Toronto or Montreal.
Neither is as large as Detroit, and neither is even as big as St.
Louis. But they have the concentration of the metropolitan and
urban sorts. Toronto has the foreign-born in obvious
quantity—industry? Or was it more receptive in general?
The separatist
element in Montreal is not immediately evident to this eye or ear,
but I gather they they are pressing hard for identity and there is
currently an effort to pass a
unilingual
bill which would make quite a psychological impact. The papers
in both Toronto and Montreal are filled with letters commenting on
this and other aspects. The issue which is now surfaced in a
bitter way suggest why some of
the costly arts are not supported as one might expect. [Insert:
Live] Theater is more evident in Toronto than Montreal, but I sense
that Toronto may well be the intellectual capital of Canada while
Montreal is the emotional and groovy center. Since there is no
[insert: recent] guidebook of any reasonable type available
on Canada (either in the U.S. or in Canada) I have found no popular
answers to my tentative impressions. Clearly, the planned
one-day excursion to Ottawa may give the third answer to "art in
Canada." On Thursday we plan to see more of the city by auto.
Cashed 5 $50
traveler's checks for $296.06 Canadian.
[$ Meals $19.25 (GS $8.00). Admission fee $1.10 (GS 50¢).
Catalogues $4.00. Subway $1.65 (GS 75¢)]
MILA JEAN:
Montreal
is a fascinating city and beautiful, when one is on foot. (In
car one is too conscious of other drivers.) Le Martinique was
quite satisfactory, being right in the heart of town, walking
distance to main shopping areas, swinging places (Mountain St.) and
good restaurants. Eating is a joy in this place. Like
Paris, a "bad meal" seems to be nonexistent.

WEDNESDAY, JUNE 18
GEORGE:
The
excursion to Ottawa. The round trip was 241 miles (9317 -
9076). While not extensive, it was tiring since we returned to
Montreal just as the rush hour was at its peak (about 5 p.m.)
In Ottawa the main
observation places were the National Gallery of Canada and
Parliament. Almost everything is clustered in that general
area, and we saw the exterior of the
National Art Centre.
Going around Canada, and seeing the various public buildings of one
sort or another, I find that [insert: new] Canadian
architecture is a cut above that observed in similar expeditions in
the U.S. The [insert: Canadian] buildings tend to use
texture and color to greater advantage, and many have developed more
relief in the walls—not sculptural
facades alone, but clear three-dimensional articulation.
Nevertheless Mies is still honored and has more knowledgeable
disciples here in Canada. The boldness of the architecture,
both vertical and horizontal exponents, is in the larger structures
that are in the center of either or parallel the freeway belts
around the cities. Downtown Montreal has a fair number of new
towers and Toronto had an extraordinary number of high-rise
apartments on the outskirts. Both have some handsome low-slung
commercial structures. I have no particular insight into the
advantages of Canadian architecture which permits the freer
expression and more advanced taste. I must look into this.
The
National
Gallery of Canada is a rather special experience. It is housed
in part of a new high-rise structure of eight stories and two
basement levels. Three floors (2, 3, 4) are for exhibition.
Conservation, sales, etc. are housed on other floors and the entire
[building] seems to provide a complement to the Arts Centre across the street.
Floor two
housed the permanent collection of European painting (and a few
pieces of sculpture). What is up is good, wide-ranging and in
excellent condition. The gallery floor is tasteful and
comfortable and easy to get about. There is a good selection
of Italians, Northern (especially German) and a good Baroque group.
I saw three Turners on display along with five Cezannes (two
portraits). Of the Turners, two were relatively late and big,
and it was here, rather than in the
Tate, that it dawned on me that
the late Turners need to be seen at a distance. They read
quite well that way and make considerable compositional sense.
The Death of Wolfe is a good picture, probably the best West
I have ever seen, and it benefits by a happy sense of scale.
Big enough to say what needed to be said, but not so large as to
overwhelm the viewer (as in the Louvre 10-acre battle piece by
Gros).
The quality (many nice pieces are later than the date of the only
catalog available) is interesting. For example,
Derain,
Vlaminck and Braque were available in Fauve examples. All in
all, a good survey from the early early [sic] Renaissance to
the early "masters" of the 20th Century with most bases touched.
While not an enormous collection by numbers of pieces on display, it
was a very satisfying experience and it helped offset the lesser
presentations in Toronto and Montreal (insofar as European painting
is concerned). On floor three there was a survey of Canadian
art to relatively recent, with some decorative art and sculpture
specially housed [insert: along with paintings] that
represented the early years. The work seemed to parallel the
U.S. and Britain and was relative[ly] conservative, competent but
not exciting. Individual paintings were impressive, but I
cannot say I know too much about it other than to begin to recognize
a few of the names.
The Houses of
Parliament are housed in a rebuilt (after a
fire [in] 1916) version
of the original of the later 19th Century. It is a good
example of Victorian Gothic. The structures have an admirable
setting on the bluff overlooking the river, and there is plenty of
space in front. We saw a bit of the interior, including the
Library, the survivor of the fire.
We made it back
to the car just as it began to rain, which continued on into the
morning.
[$ Meals $16.30 (GS $4.15). Parking $1.25 Books
$5.10]
MILA JEAN:
We
took a side trip east to Ottawa—very enjoyable place. New
modern National Arts Centre. Very interesting art collection
in National Gallery. Took a tour of Parliament. Library
most interesting, survivor of massive fire in early 1900's.
Missed Changing of the Guard.

THURSDAY, JUNE 19
GEORGE:
Today
had an important chore—to do the
laundry.
We went out some rather extended distance on
Ste. Catherine to a
Laundromat in the very French section of lower economic level.
After the laundry was done, we continued on an auto tour of various
sections of Montreal (metropolitan) not seen before. We hardly
covered all sections, but did see areas north as well as east of the
Mont. We also ascended the Mont and got a misty view of the
city toward the river. We saw the less elegant and the
everyday sections of the city. Some is prosperous—around
Montreal University—and
part is shabby. Balconies are very much in evidence in older
residences (of multiple stories). Must have been to offset the
summer heat-humidity. We ended—regrettably at noon—in the very
heart of town by the convention center. Montreal is therefore
much like any city undergoing transition except that the black
population is not geographically evident. Northeast of the
Mont is a large Greek section, and possibly the other Euro-ethnic
groups are there. What we saw of east, and yesterday west,
seems French and English if signs tell anything. We ended by
buying a few books not available at home in two (related)
bookstores. One, devoted exclusively to paperbacks, was the
most impressive I've seen of this sort. The other, hardback,
had the French books both hard and paper, and I got two more in
French for home consumption.
[$ Meals $26.19 (GS $9.00)] Mileage covered today
22 (9339 - 9317)
MILA JEAN:
Montreal is a city of many hills and
"views." Unfortunately, due to aggressive French drivers, one
sees less than one would wish.
Much greenery, flowers and interesting architecture. Also many
hippie types and college students on holiday. Main streets are
clogged with traffic noises, screeching brakes, sirens, and
strolling groups of people.

FRIDAY, JUNE 20
GEORGE:
Depart
Montreal at 9:15 and we took the old route,
#2, which was rather
slow and at times tedious, but it paralleled the St. Lawrence River
and we could see it about half of the time. It is also the old
way between Quebec and Montreal. We saw something of the
non-tourist (American) aspects of the province, but then it was much
earlier than the typical tourist season. We arrived in Quebec
at 2:20. Mileage 169 (9508 - 9339).
Once we got settled,
we wended our way to the old town to the tourist information center
and we picked up some useful literature. When we returned to
the motel we were able to ascertain that a
major party (French in
Quebec) was having its political convention, and our motel is a
headquarters (?) [sic]
for the leading contender. After a nice supper, I was able to
view the materials at hand and make some preliminary decisions
relative to the next two days.
[$ Meals $22.30 (GS $6.60). Motel $95.04 (GS 47.52).
Exit tips $1.00 (GE 50¢). Parking
25¢]
MILA JEAN:
Québec City. Hotel
L'Aristocrate, 3235 Boul. Laurier, Quebec 10. 100 rooms.
Not much sleep here. An extremely loud motel due to presence
of factional delegates attending sessions for election of Quebec
Prime Minister. Segregationists want to remain independent of
French-speaking. Very vocal.

SATURDAY, JUNE 21
GEORGE:
We
began by heading into the old city where we parked the car and began
following the planned foot-tour. First, however, we had
attempted to get into the
Citadel and wandered helplessly under
the battlements climbing and descending, but seeing only the upper
and outer ramparts. The foot-tour followed quite closely the
little publication sent to us by the Tourist Bureau long ago, called
Walking Tour of Old Quebec. There is no question but
that this is a unique experience. Not only is it a walled city
retaining its little streets going every which way, but with an
upper and a lower town and a tremendous estuary; the entire[ty]
smacks of a European concept rather than American. Old
Montreal is the American solution, [cf.] the lowland peninsula of Charleston.
Here we have the commercial solution, despite the forts in each of
the above. The upper and lower concept, an obvious choice due
to the geography, gives this a completely different quality.
The architecture is
not really terribly distinguished, but it is consistent and despite
measures at modernization or repair, still retains much of the older
sense of its appearance. There is one place, a small "square"
in front of
Notre Dame des Victoires, which—with
the church, houses, streets—is right out of a pre-late-18th Century
conception. It is picturesque, simply because it "looks
right"—as no doubt it always looked. We walked and walked, and
thereby noted almost all of the structures which have historic
interest. From a design point of view they are doubly
provincial—the use of stone the most characteristic feature with the
massive chimney stacks. In some ways it reminded me of old
San
Antonio, where age rather than design is the noteworthy feature.
We did the entire bit, including a ride across the river on the
ferry which does give one an interesting view of the way the plateau
on which Quebec is situated projects out into a formidable position
in conjunction with the
Île de Orléans. One can see how the
site was selected, and why it was—until modern siege techniques (if
this is the appropriate term) prevailed—a major fort-garrison.
Our visit to
the Citadel, in the manner of the more ancient stone and earthwork
forts, gave insight into why fortification was of such architectural
interest in earlier centuries. The placement of redoubts,
entrances, dry moats and covering fire, etc. etc. all present what
are—in
effect—traffic problems. To confound the resources of an army
prior to the later 19th Century would be a feasible intellectual
task for someone. And add to it the positive feature of
protecting a river and harbor, you have an exercise that would be
captivating for some of the engineers and architects. The
guide who conducted us was a retired veteran (of when?) who had his
patter down with all witticisms tried and true. The museum of
the Citadel was not impressive to me, it was a grab-bag of
memorabilia of the regiment. But put it all together, the
walled city with one foot in a medieval inheritance, fathered in the
later 17th and early 18th Century, with a conservative tradition
which helped preserve it, you have a truly unique experience, one
which cannot be approximated anywhere else in the United States or
Canada.
Of unusual
interest was the
leadership battle for the Union Nationale party of
Quebec. There were over 2,000 delegates in town from the 108
counties of the province, and the confrontation loomed so large that
the police had a tear gas battle outside of the Exposition building
with rock-throwing dissidents. This took place while we were
at the Citadel. TV coverage in the evening (one station was
English) brought us up to date on that and the rather strong
feelings generated by the convention. The incumbent won (what
was essentially a vote of confidence in his party leadership) but
the process had all of the hoopla associated with a major nominating
convention. Federation and Separatism, with unilingualism a
factor among others, made itself a prime issue with the challenger
considered to be the more radical.
Before
returning to the motel, I was able to obtain a guidebook on Quebec
which was very much like the
Michelin guides in format, content,
etc. This was a useful tool throughout the day.
[$ Meals $14.65 (GS $8.05).
Admission to Fort $2.25 (GS 75¢). Guidebook $1.50.
Parking $1.75. Ferry $1.40 (GS 50¢)]
MILA JEAN:
Spend one
whole day just on foot, with guidebooks. Weather is very
pleasant and coolish. Lots of hills. We take ferry on
St. Lawrence River—very cold. [At the Citadel] had hilarious
French guide à la Maurice Chevalier. [Later]
we see some
egg-throwing episodes on TV. Restaurant is equally traumatic.
One waiter seems to have trouble understanding English (is he
Algerian?). Gets orders mixed up and ends up in altercation
with head waiter. Two head waiters, Max and Karl, seem like
hangovers from World War II (German side). One of them very
officious—smells
cork of wine bottle.

SUNDAY, JUNE 22
GEORGE:
Began
by driving by a new route toward
Highway 15, which continues along
the north shore of the St. Lawrence past Quebec. We went up to
L'Ange-Gardien by the old road and stopped at the top of the
Montmorency Falls. We returned via the new road below, and
stopped at the bottom of the falls. At top and bottom the
setting was designed as a park with tables, etc. and good viewing
points. It was genuinely impressive.
Returning toward the city, we could see the site from a different
vantage point, and once again it proved impressive and natural.
I started along the river under the city and came up eventually at
Sillery, about where Wolfe ascended to the
battlefield. We
moved through this area—which acts as
the park—and entered the old city where we stopped for a spot
of lunch. Afterwards, we went back to the park and went to the
Quebec Museum.
The building is refurbished and
everything is nicely displayed. It is small and T-shaped.
On the ground floor there was a rather impressive display of "folk"
and early (i.e. 19th Century) carved items—most [insert:
all?] church furnishing and sculpture in wood. Very tasteful.
Across the head of the "T" was a temporary exhibit—rather geometric
and Op—of two contemporary artists, one a sculptor, the other a
painter. The leg of the "T" held vitrines with silver—all
Canadian. Upstairs the two arms held 19th Century Canadian
painting and some furniture. The other held the more modern
collection, also Canadian. While small and not overly stocked
with distinguished objects, the entire was presented with a grace
that was quite rewarding. The basement room held the Archives
of Quebec.
From the
Museum, we continued an auto view of Quebec and suburbs, and it
seems that architecture here (with a few exceptions) is rather
conservative in contrast to Montreal. Possibly it is the
proximity of so much old tourist attraction stuff, but I sense that
other factors may prevail, since the far outskirts are not well
endowed by other than an enormous number of motels—most
shabby or tawdry. We ended at the
Aquarium, which was one of
the most impressive I've seen. It is at the north end of the
famous Quebec Bridge, alongside of which a
new suspension bridge is
now being constructed. They are at the cable-making stage.
The old bridge is one whose fame rests upon it being the longest
cantilever span. Tomorrow we cross it as we begin our way back
to home by a fairly direct route.
Random observations:
The old #15 along the north shore of the St. Lawrence gives one a
view of the old trail as it wandered along the "top" of the bluffs
with the farms stretching down to the river (or upland). Some
old houses were in evidence. To the south of the Museum, there
are a number of rather interesting wooden constructions, some large
in size, some like modern abstracted totems, but interwoven, acting
as both playground sculpture and large-scale outsize sculpture.
We ate at a "cheap" place in the heart of old town—a
place popular with the hippies (we used to call them
hobos), the
young and the very old. Decent dinner available at fast
service and low prices. From there it was a Sunday evening
promenade on
Dufferin Terrace as a last experience in
Vieille
Québec. Local mileage in Quebec 84 (9592 - 9508)
[$ Meals $14.66 (GS $4.40).
Guidebook $1.00]
MILA JEAN:
Québec City (continued). A nice
trip north of Quebec City. Lovely park surrounding Montmorency
Falls. Paul and Matthew walk up close and get thoroughly
soaked. The Quebec Aquarium [on] Sunday afternoon—nice
to see, including baby seals, but marred by aggressive French
sightseers.
World-renowned Canadian Pacific
Hotel, the Chateau Frontenac, seems out of an old Hollywood film—must
seem strange staying in it. This town is filled with hippie
types. We ate in very inexpensive restaurant, filled with them
and old people.

MONDAY, JUNE 23
GEORGE:
We
departed from Ste. Foy (Quebec) at 8:20 and arrived at Watertown NY
at 3:30. Mileage covered was 344 (9936 - 9592). It
rained hard most of the way and the day was primarily go-go-go—but
carefully.
Once back in the
U.S.—no questions to hamper us in our
customs check—we sensed that we were back in the U.S. The
contrast between the
Watertown Howard Johnson and the Quebec world
was more than noticeable. They are different in ways beyond touristship vs. small town. Habits, as well as speech
patterns, were evident differences.
[$ Meals $7.63 (GS $2.05) Canadian, $14.40 (GS $5.50) U.S.
Motel in Quebec $61.56 (GS $30.78)
Toll $1.00 Canadian]
MILA JEAN:
Howard Johnson's, Interstate 81 &
N.Y. Rt. 3, Watertown, New York. A gorgeous motel, with very
classy furnishings. Swimming pool right outside rooms, but too
cold to swim.

TUESDAY, JUNE 24
GEORGE:
Departed
Watertown at 8:40 and arrived in Buffalo—via
Rochester—at 4:55. Mileage was 228 (10164 - 9936). The
first hour was rather heavy fog and a rather tense period.
We went into
Rochester and spent several hours there. After lunch (an
unusually nice restaurant which initially seemed to be a rundown
downtowner's place—far from it), we went to
Eastman
House. Much had been done since our last visit in 1961.
A new exhibition gallery on the ground floor, to the rear, contained
an extensive series of demonstration setups which illustrate
principles of light, lenses, color (additive and subtractive),
historical photo processes and similar concepts and matters.
Also, there was an extensive display of photo apparatus, both still
and cinema. There was in the older section a series of photos,
instruction and advertising matter which covered the 19th Century in
a non-labeled but delightfully instructive manner. The central
big room (behind the stairs) which held extensive exhibit material
in 1961 is now equipped with an 18th Century
camera
obscura, a daguerreotype camera, an old monster of a studio
camera, and the camera component of the
lunar
orbiter. Upstairs continued an extensive exhibit of
photographs from earliest times to the present. This was as
before. The entire display was truly delightful and much
improved over the last visit. As before, several rooms were
set up as when Eastman lived here.
An added attraction was a slide show—two carousels—what else) geared
to a tape presentation written and narrated by
Beaumont Newhall. It dealt with serial photography from
earliest times to the most recent—Apollo
10. The photos of the moon and earth in color were truly
impressive. I have not seen anything quite like them.
From Eastman
House we went over to the
History-Science Museum down the street. Saw primarily the
Old Rochester section and that on the American Indians (primarily of
the area). This museum is a better one that Cincinnati, and
insofar a [science?/scenic?],
and the Rochester 1830's (?) [sic], consists of a "street" of
shops. Fairly well done. And from there it was over to
the Rochester
Memorial Art Gallery, which is on the University campus, but
apparently serves as the community's museum. This was a
pleasant surprise. The collection has some very nice things,
and everything is displayed with considerable taste. This is
possible since a large new wing has been added. The collection
is very well balanced, with something from everywhere and all times.
While not all of the objects are top-quality, they form an excellent
group for a city museum, and for the university—or any university—it
is impressive and beautifully mounted. All in all, a nice
conclusion (except for getting back on the freeway) of a rather
packed period in Rochester.
[$ Meals $21.32 (GS $6.00). NY freeway tolls $1.85.
Parking 55¢. Museum admission
50¢. Guidebooks $4.25.
Motel in Watertown $23.32 (GS $10.60)]
MILA JEAN:
Eastman House is still impressive.
Cavalier
Motel [in Buffalo] is just awful—our air conditioning not on,
though it's hot and humid. Buffalo is as
ugly and
dirty as ever. We do get laundry done here, and Art
Gallery is quite nice.

WEDNESDAY, JUNE 25
GEORGE:
We
began by heading (old road) to Niagara Falls. We arrived after
passing through a wretched industrial area with terrible air
pollution. The park on
Goat Island is very well laid out and
there are numerous walks, vantage points etc. Granted that the
Falls are better seen from the Canadian side, I made no attempt to
go there since the American Falls had been "shut off." This
gave us a dry gorge walk, for which I was grateful. Despite
the buildup—including tall "space
needle" affairs for spectacular viewings—the Falls are impressive
and I can see how they attracted the artist. It is also easy
to see why they are so difficult to paint. The mist rises far
above the gorge, and makes the "drop" less clear than at the
Montmorency for example. I shall find the old catalog I have
on paintings of Niagara Falls a more challenging thing, once I can
see it again. At any rate, I have finally seen Niagara Falls.
However, Grand Canyon is still on the list.
We returned to
Buffalo by an alternate old road and once again passed through a
wretched industrial buildup at Niagara Falls with considerable
pollution. We made it to the
Albright-Knox Gallery, which is
still clean from its scrubbing seven years ago. The
arrangement of the old section with the new one is well done (Gordon Bunshaft) and it does present an interesting problem. I think
of Detroit, Cleveland and Rochester as three other solutions.
Visually the Buffalo answer is the most satisfactory way of
combining an old classic and a new modern. However, it seems
that the money put into the auditorium must have counted for more
than the exhibition area, per square [foot?]. The collection
was very heavily weighted toward very recent works, and a number of
the famous earlier works were not on view—e.g.
The Yellow Christ.
There is no attempt to be comprehensive and the collection is
primarily late 19th and 20th Century. Here the collection is
impressive, but when so much of the big non-objective—abstract—work
is seen one after the other, it does become visually superficial.
The works do not call for contemplation or intellection, despite the
critical commentary that pretends otherwise. The German
Expressionists were more intellectual. This does not lessen
the works on an individual basis, but neither [does] it suggests to me that
the art museum is not necessarily the best place for some of this
work. The
Commercial Interior is really a better place in
which to see many of these. The Op stuff strikes me as a dead
end. So it proves issues of illusion—this is not new—and it is
difficult to look at. The ones I notice staring at the
works—with forced gaze—are younger than I and apparently seeking
visual effects which I find unpleasant. But then I find hard
rock at 125 decibels lunatic. I'll have to ask
Parelman when I
get my eyes checked if the eye may not indeed sustain some sort of
injury from purely optical effects.
Well, in
summary, the Albright-Knox is a very pleasant museum—especially the
new section—to visit, but the new section is mostly corridor except
for the "end" which has partitions. But there is no "logic" in
the display as I saw it, so a sense of balanced rooms was not
needed. I confess I like the rooms better than the maze
concept. Must be a result of giving tours. "Local"
mileage 36 (10220 - 10164).
[$ Meals $17.43 (GS $4.85).
Gorge walk $1.80. Guidebook ($ not noted).]
MILA JEAN:
Niagara Falls, N.Y. A
viewmobile on Goat Island. We went on catwalk, but falls were
turned off.

THURSDAY, JUNE 26
GEORGE:
The
day was one long drive, hot and humid. We departed at 8:20 and
arrived at 4:45. Mileage 403 (10623 -10220). We switched
to the Holiday Inn to ensure a little better accommodations in
Springfield [OH].
[$ Meals $24.59 (GS $8.10).
Tolls 1.35. Motel in Buffalo $46.20 (GS $21.00) paid by 3 $20
traveler's checks.]
MILA JEAN:
It really starts getting hot from
Buffalo on. Before we reach Columbus, Ohio we really are
buckled by heat and change our accommodations to a cool Holiday Inn
(complete with gin and tonics).

FRIDAY, JUNE 27
GEORGE:
Departed Springfield at 9:45 and arrived in Urbana at 4:50 EDT.
Mileage 274 (10897 - 10623). The only noteworthy interlude was
a visit to the
Air Force Museum at Wright-Patterson Air Force Base.
We had passed by on more than one occasion, and now with an hour to
be gained as we headed back to CDT, and a short run, we had time.
The Air Force Base is really a history of military flight with
concentration on the U.S. It consists of two parts. One
portion is housed in a large loft building which is carefully
compartmented with partitions to provide a chronological history and
a logical flow of the visitor-traffic. It houses not only
antique airplanes, but it also had numerous objects and
informational displays (including an art gallery with a small
selection of the 2,500 paintings owned). The interior display
was effective and comprehensive. It was well presented and
included many techniques of the modern technology (push button)
presentation. The other portion is a "park" for planes from
WWII to fairly recent. This is a rather crowded area and yet
effective as it gave authentic scale and appearance. Some of
the aircraft were in rather sad condition, but all were impressive
in their formidable aspect. The larger craft were outside
while the smaller ones were inside. As a museum it is
effective and well worth the visit.
Nostalgia did not take
hold, but as I wandered past my own past it did present an impact
rather different from that experienced in any of the other museums.
The arrival at the
Holshousers['s] in Urbana was unusually festive insofar as the two girls
also arrived home, one from California and the other from Chicago.
[$ Meals $7.58 (GS $2.25).
Motel in Springfield $16.64 (GS $8.32) paid by the last $20
traveler's check]
MILA JEAN:
[Air Force Museum] near Dayton, Ohio.
Took time off to visit this on way home and found it to be well
worth the time. It is in 90's by the time we reach Holshousers,
but their central air conditioning is on all day and night. We
have most pleasant visit with them and both Judy and Donna are home.

SATURDAY, JUNE 28
GEORGE:
The
major events of the day, other than extended visiting with the
Holshousers, were a visit with
Bea Roos and a quick look at the
expanded
Krannert Museum. Bea has survived the impact of
Frank's death, and the visit worked out rather well. She gave
me a copy of Frank's Bibliography which she finished. It was a
rather touching moment. I can now sit down, when I have time
to compose my thoughts, and write her the letter I couldn't quite
work out before.
The newly enlarged
Krannert has about doubled the capacity. The exhibits were
some modern British artists (predictable Op—etc.)
and the summer faculty—various
with some familiar names. The permanent collection was
represented principally by the "old masters" and "primitive"
Peruvian. What was up was mostly familiar and not too exciting—especially
since the
Trees collection is as a group in one area. As a
collection for a university it is less than great, and it
would be a difficult one for teaching purposes. The
university-college museum is a rather special matter, and deserves a
different orientation (by the viewer) than the so-called public
museums. My thinking on this will need considerable time for
resolution.
The weather
continued hot, humid and generally unpleasant—since
Wednesday for us, and the morrow is not eagerly awaited except that
it will be "home again."
Local mileage
17 (10914 - 18897).

SUNDAY, JUNE 29
GEORGE:
After
a solid round of farewells, we headed out in the heat and the
humidity. The day was wretched, and after some necessary stops
to collect myself against the continued ordeal, we finally arrived
home after a 15 minute stop at
Milgrams for some supplies.
Fortunately Jean's parents had turned on the air conditioners.
Departed 8:30 CDT,
arrived 5:00 CDT. Mileage 424 (11338 - 10914).
[$ Meals $4.22 (GS $1.35)]
GENERAL SUMMARY:
Total Mileage 3,927 (11338 - 7401).