Thursday, August 26, 2010

day two hundred thirty-three.


i pass by this statue every day on my way into work at the library.
i've never really taken notice of it before; its just been one of those giant things you see every day and allow your brain to ignore.
yesterday when i was pulling something out of my bag, i decided to read the plaque for whatever reason:



the same gallaudet university i lived just a few short blocks from in DC.
the east is calling me back...


6 comments:

  1. I have a story...
    Daniel Chester French lived and worked in the Berkshires, where I grew up. One of his model sculptures for the Lincoln Memorial is inside my high school, the nations first WPA high school which Eleanor Roosevelt herself came to dedicate. French died at his home in Stockbridge, also the home of Norman Rockwell and Arlo Guthrie's famous Alice's Restuarant. Go East young woman...

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  2. Another story...
    My grandfather grew up next to Helen Keller. He proudly told my siblings and I the story of how he almost ran her over when he was a wild teenager pulling out into the road in his Ford.
    What he did not know (nor do many) is that Helen Keller was an incredibly active radical. Along with Emma Goldman she was an early supporter of birth control, and a member of the IWW Union (Haymarket!)

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  3. i miss jeremy storytime, especially when it involves Fords.

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  4. also, if i go east, do i get a sculpture?

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  5. That's so cool you lived near Gallaudet (sp)! I love sign language!

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  6. You cannot escape!

    Jeremy- OF COURSE all those things happened to you and your family. I miss the stories too.

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