Book Review
Leaving Tinkertown
Tanya Ward Goodman

My October Tinkertown visit began with a nice chat with owner Carla Ward. We had exchanged a few emails when I reviewed her 2020 book, The Tinker of Tinkertown, so of course, that was a topic, and talking about that book naturally led to her mentioning that the Tinker of Tinkertown’s daughter had also written a book about her dad. Leaving Tinkertown was published about a month after what had been my most recent visit to the museum, so maybe I can be forgiven for not knowing about it. It took a while for the copy that went home with me in October to reach the top of my reading list, but once it did, it quickly made an impression. Tanya Ward Goodman has remarkable writing talent — and she’s not afraid to use it.

There is a lot of not being afraid, or more accurately overcoming fear, in Leaving Tinkertown. Ross Ward, Tinkertown’s creator and Tanya’s father, was diagnosed with Alzheimer’s Disease at age 57. Everyone around him had plenty of fear to overcome.

Tanya was living in Los Angeles at the time but was present in New Mexico when the diagnosis was delivered and even moved back to the museum that had been her childhood home for a while to help with things as the disease progressed. On the day of the diagnosis, she found herself remembering stories her dad told her as a child and wondering just how the plaques and tangles the doctor tried to describe would affect her father’s brain. She asks herself, “Will he survive this? If he doesn’t, who will tell the story?”

It seemed pretty obvious that it would be Tanya who told the story, and that sort of reinforced the idea that the book was about Ross Ward. I did certainly learn a lot about the incredibly creative artist from this book, but I soon realized that the book really was about its author. I suppose I should have known that from the title.

Tanya’s life wasn’t exactly typical. That her parents divorced and her dad remarried when she was quite young is hardly unusual, but that her mother and stepmother were both important influences as she grew up was a bit so. Even more unusual were occasional trips with her father as he traveled the country, painting rides and signs for carnivals and the like. The house she grew up in had walls made of concrete and empty bottles. It was filled, like a museum, with her dad’s artwork, and part of it was an actual museum open to the public.

Alzheimer’s is a main character in the book. When Ross is diagnosed with it, his mother insists on leaving South Dakota to be with her son in New Mexico. Before long, the disease had grabbed her too. It moves fast and is a sort of highspeed preview of what to expect with Ross. Tanya writes about the strain this places on everyone in the family with complete frankness and uncommon skill. This is what I had in mind when I spoke of her not being afraid to use her writing talent.

Of course, she must have overcome a considerable amount of fear in writing about other aspects of her life, such as the budding romance she put on hold in California to spend time in New Mexico. And overcoming fear and other emotions surely played a role in dealing with all those issues in real life, too.

I have some experience with Alzheimer’s. It is what took my dad. But he was in his 80s, not 50s, and was as far from rebellious as it is possible to be. Also, I was close to it for only a few months and not a few years. So, there are many problems Tanya and others had to deal with that I cannot relate to. But watching a guy that could once do anything turn into someone who can do nothing… Yeah, that’s tough.

Leaving Tinkertown is part of the Literature and Medicine Series from the University of New Mexico Press. Part of their stated mission is to showcase “the texture of the experience of illness,” which this book does incredibly well. It’s been out for more than a decade now, so I don’t think anyone would call it a spoiler if I let it be known that the budding romance bloomed and that Tanya is happily back in LA with a husband and a couple of kids.

Leaving Tinkertown, Tanya Ward Goodman, University of New Mexico Press (August 15, 2013), 6 x 9 inches, 232 pages, ISBN 978-0826353665
Available through Amazon.

Happy Lupercalia

Two weeks ago, I had nothing planned for this blog and was preparing to dust off an old Groundhog Day or Imbolc post when I spotted a notice for a motorcycle show on Groundhog Day Eve. That led to Beer and Bikes, and the Imbolc and Groundhog posts were left on the shelf for another day. When I found myself in the same situation around Valentine’s Day, I got to wondering if Valentine’s Day had the same relationship with older, often pagan, holidays that days like Easter, Christmas, and Candlemas have. After all, its full name is Saint Valentine’s Day.

For me, the answer is probably. Almost all online articles about the history of Valentine’s Day mention the Roman feast of Lupercalia but most stop short of firmly linking the two with phrases like “many believe” there is a connection or that a connection “has been suggested”. Count me among the many who believe.

Lupercalia comes from the Latin word lupus which means wolf. Theories about its association with the feast include a deity that protected herds from wolves and the wolf (pictured above) that kept Romulus and Remus alive so they could get Rome started. Some descriptions of Lupercalia imply it was a one-day event held on February 15. Others say it was a three-day affair that filled the 13th, 14th, and 15th.

Regardless of how long they say it lasted, everybody describes it as a quite raucous celebration. Participants were drunk and naked. Men sacrificed goats and dogs then whipped women with strips of the animal’s skins to increase fertility. At some point — which I assume was after the slaughter, skinning, and whipping — men and women were paired up by lot for the duration of the festival. Trysting with a possibly blood-splattered random lady after trying to make her more fertile doesn’t seem all that wise or even fun, but times were different.

That the Christian Church would want to replace that with something more sedate seems natural, but the origins of Valentine’s Day are not well documented. There seems to be no shortage of saints named Valentine. Two are connected to February 14 by virtue of reportedly being executed on that date in different years. The Eastern Orthodox Church celebrates a different Saint Valentine on July 6 and yet another on July 30. One of those guys executed on that special day in February was sentenced to die because he persisted in marrying Christian soldiers when the Roman emperor forbade it. That could be what initially got the day associated with love and romance, but I’m betting it was the Lupercalia lotteries.

Associating romance with the day really picked up steam after Chaucer published “The Parlement of Foules” in 1375, and a few Valentine cards were sent between lovers during the next couple of centuries. Then Cadbury came up with heart-shaped boxes of candy for the day in 1868, and Hallmark started printing Valentine’s Day Cards in 1913. It is predicted that Americans will spend $2.5 billion on candy this year and $1.4 billion on cards. Throw in jewelry, flowers, and romantic dinners, and the total bill is expected to reach $27.5 billion. I’m sure goats and dogs are also celebrating, but they’re doing it very quietly.


The opening photo is of the Capitoline Wolf in Cincinnati’s Eden Park, taken June 1, 2014. The statue has been admired, denounced, stolen, and replaced. Read about it here.

America’s Packard Museum Revisited

On Friday, my friend Terry and I visited America’s Packard Museum in Dayton, Ohio. This seems to be a once-a-decade thing for me, with my first visit coming in September 2000 and the second in March 2011. Even though this was my third visit and Terry’s first, we both saw — or at least noticed — some new things. For me, those things embarrassingly included this Adonis, a.k.a, Sliding Boy, hood ornament. 

I was familiar with the Goddes of Speed and Cormorant ornaments described here. But, despite having seen plenty of Packards, both in and out of museums, the existence of the Adonis ornament had never registered with me. The ornament in the opening photo is on a 1930 Boat-Tail Speedster and is the one that finally caught my attention. Any thoughts that this was my first time being exposed to an Adonis ornament are completely done in by this detail from a photo of that same car taken in 2011.

By coincidence, we were there on a day when Lola Signom, widow of museum founder and namesake Robert Signom, was volunteering. It was Lola who explained to me that a choice of three different hood ornaments was once available to Packard buyers. The Sliding Boy seems to have been the least popular of the three. Another friendly museum staff member also answered multiple questions and supplied lots of information. Although I read his name tag with the best of intentions, my memory has again failed me, so I have to thank him namelessly.

And now for some cars. Straight ahead of the entrance is a 1902 Model F, which I believe is the oldest car in the museum. Just to the right of the entrance is the museum’s newest car, a 1958 Packard Hawk. Packard merged with Studebaker in 1954, and the products essentially became Packards in name only. The prominent front corner spot is occupied by a 1934 Super 8 7-passenger Touring car that has carried General Eisenhower, Admiral Nimitz, and other big names.

Many things about this 1934 Super Eight Sport Phaeton impressed me, but I think the two biggest are that it has not been restored and that it was purchased new for a 16-year-old girl who might have been a little bit spoiled. Read its placard here

Although this 1941 One Twenty convertible is only seven years newer than the convertible in the last paragraph, it has a column shift which our poor little rich girl may have found easier to drive. Of course, she still might have disliked the color.

Here is that Boat-Tail Speedster whose hood ornament appears in the opening photo. Packard built trucks between 1908 and 1923 and they were used quite a bit by the Army in WW I. The top speed of this 1919 Model E Five Ton Truck is 11 MPH which is no doubt more than enough for a driver depending on those solid rubber tires for cushioning. The 1918 Twin Six Runabout competed in the 2002 Great Race and is now available as a photo prop at the museum.

There is now an enclosed walkway to the museum’s annex. Signs say that post-war cars are featured there, though some might see a problem with the first car pictured. It sure looks like the “Dutch” Darrin-designed cars that people like Clark Gable and Errol Flynn liked to be seen driving in the late 1930s and early 1940s. It is exactly like those because it was built by “Dutch” Darrin using existing castings and molds in 1971. There is no question about the other two pictured cars being post-war. The 1951 200 Club Sedan placed fifth overall in the 1951 Carrera Panamericana with the help of a young mechanic named Pablo Merrigan. In 1995, Merrigan completely restored the car and began racing it himself. The last car pictured is the one that took Don Corleone to the cemetery in The Godfather. It’s a 1948 Henney Landau 3-Way Hearse. The 3-way designation comes from the rear-hinged side doors allowing coffins to be loaded from either side or the rear.

Packard began building cars in Warren, Ohio, in 1899 but moved to Detroit, Michigan, in 1902, where it remained until the merger with Studebaker in 1954. Plans to restore various parts of the immense complex never came to fruition. According to Wikipedia, “By late December 2024, all structural components of the plant had been razed, except for two adjacent sections along E. Grand Boulevard which are slated for preservation.” This is the lintel from the west entrance to the Packard office building on East Grand Boulevard in Detroit.

There is a Packard museum in Warren, and I’ve visited it three times (2011, 2012, 2023) between Friday and my most recent visit to the Dayton museum. The National Packard Museum in Warren and America’s Packard Museum in Dayton are both great museums, and both are worth visiting. I do naturally feel some regional pride in the Dayton museum, and I like that it is housed in a building constructed as a Packard distributorship, which served that purpose for many years and now has its original neon sign hanging outside. Visiting either is good. Both is better.

Beer and Bikes

Descriptions of Cincinnati’s Rhinegeist Brewery often mention the size of the taproom. It is housed in the former Christian Moerlein packaging plant, and it is big. Knowing that whiffle-ball tournaments have been held there should give you some idea of just how big. Events I’ve attended here include the library’s Maker Fair and a birthday party that was one of about a half dozen that were happening simultaneously, but Saturday’s Garage Brewed motorcycle show was a first for me.

I had breakfast at nearby Dunlap Cafe, then dawdled until just a few minutes before the scheduled noon opening. A block-long line of attendees who hadn’t dawdled as long as I did greeted me when I arrived. The doors soon opened, and the line started moving, but there was a lot of sidewalk and three flights of stairs to cover, so the taproom was already hopping by the time I entered.

The FAQ on the show’s website said 55-60 bikes were expected, but I think the count was well above that. I won’t claim that I’m showing a representative sample, but it is a sample.

Putting two engines in a motorcycle involves some pretty impressive engineering in addition to some very impressive craftsmanship. There is a closer look at the Triumph from the other side here.

There were some bikes on an upper level I don’t believe I’d ever seen before. I snapped an “overhead” shot from the landing on the way there.

All those heavily modified motorcycles were pretty cool, but I liked the vintage stock entries — even those showing some patina — at least as much.  Of course, some of those vintage bikes looked even better than they did when brand new. 

St. Clair’s Defeat Revisited

When I got the email about a preview of a new exhibit at Ohio History Connection, I quickly signed up. Only as the date approached and I started looking into the exhibit did I realize that, while I would get to preview the opening of “St. Clair’s Defeat Revisited: A New View of the Conflict,” this would not be the exhibit’s premiere. That had occurred at the Fort Recovery Museum, the actual site of St. Clair’s Defeat, in November of 2023. After spending about two months at Fort Recovery, the exhibit had appeared for nearly four months in Fort Wayne, IN, and more than six months in Miami, OK. The opening I was previewing was its fourth.

The disappointment I felt in this not being the world premiere I initially thought it was, was outweighed by my embarrassment in not knowing of the true world premiere that had happened more than a year before. Food and drink were pretty good compensation, however, and both disappointment and embarrassment were pretty much forgotten at the member’s reception. 

The member’s preview also included a panel presentation and a question and answer session. Bill, whose last name I failed to record, acted as MC, while Kim Rammel and Dr. Kristen Barry supplied the information. Rammel is president of the Fort Recovery Historical Society. Barry is a professor at  Ball State University and a member of the team responsible for the exhibit.

It has been said that history is written by the victors, but while that is generally true of wars, it isn’t always true of individual battles. The “new view” this exhibit provides comes from descendants of the nine Native American tribes that nearly annihilated the entire United States army in 1791. Specific details of the battle differ very little as related by the two sides, but there are differences in its overall assessment. Virtually every description of the battle that I have read attributes the overwhelming success of the native force to errors, poor training, and incompetence on the part of the Americans. Those certainly contributed, but the native’s brilliant plan of attack and its near-perfect execution were at the heart of their victory.

It was great to see the event so well attended even though it meant space to study the exhibits was in short supply. l snapped these pictures during the reception period when the display area was not quite as crowded as it was following the presentation in the auditorium. In addition to the battle, parts of the exhibit are dedicated to Background, Aftermath, and Persistence. The victory brought only a brief respite. In just a few years, a new U.S. Army was victorious at the same site and elsewhere, and the Treaty of Greenville soon followed. The Indian Removal Act of 1830 was followed by forced relocation and the systematic suppression of native culture. The tribes have survived, however. This exhibit spent those months in Oklahoma so descendants of the people who defeated St. Clair could see it.

Two smaller versions of the exhibit have been created. One is on permanent display at Fort Recovery. The other will travel and is currently at the Hopewell Culture National Historical Park near Chillicothe, OH, where it will remain until April 13. The exhibit at the Ohio History Connection runs until August 17.

Book Review
Looking Back at the Future
Gloria R Nash

Before I even opened this book I was aware of Gloria Nash’s childhood fascination with the 1964 World’s Fair, the family circumstances that brought her back to the neighborhood, and her visits to the old fairgrounds that ultimately led to creating Looking Back at the Future. I was not aware of a high school photography class assignment to “locate and photograph remnants of the fair” that had recently closed. A few black-and-white pictures taken at that time are included in this volume where she wraps up that assignment in style.

Of course, that’s not the only thing I was unaware of and learned here. One that seems like a biggy is that the 1939 and 1964 New York World’s Fairs were held at the same location and that the real goal was the creation of a park. The fairs were simply one of the means to that end. In terms of smaller details, the book’s ratio of new revelations to things I already knew is overwhelming. A short time ago, I knew essentially nothing about the 1939 fair, and about the only things I knew about the 1964 fair were that it was home to the iconic Unisphere and that the Ford Mustang was introduced there.

The book’s subtitle, “Photographing Vintage Leftovers of New York’s World’s Fairs”, accurately describes its main thrust. Well-written text provides background on both fairs, and there are descriptions of buildings and other items that no longer exist, but photographs of what that subtitle calls “leftovers” fill the bulk of the book. Most were taken by the author although a few come from other sources. Some images from postcards and other promotional materials are also used sparingly. The book is printed on good quality fairly heavy stock but it is not coated gloss stock. All of the modern photos are bright and clear and look quite good but this is not a “coffee table” book.

Nash has done a phenomenal job in tracking down fair remnants and makes sure that others can “locate and photograph” these leftovers, too. The location of all leftovers at the fair site (now Flushing Meadows Corona Park) is shown on a map with color coding to distinguish 1939 leftovers from 1964 leftovers. Both chapters on “On-Site Leftovers” contain what amounts to a tour guide for a walk that visits each of them. Chapters on “Off-Site Leftovers” describe locations and give addresses where appropriate. An appendix provides these locations in a list format.

Some of the leftovers from 1939 became leftovers only because they could not be shipped back to a Europe at war. Poland, which was invaded in September 1939, did not reopen its pavilion for the fair’s second season. Others could have made it home but did not. I was surprised to learn that four 25-foot-tall columns that were part of my home state’s building at the 1939 fair have survived and stand at the entrance of a cemetery in Cherry Hill, NJ.

It’s not surprising that more leftovers remain from 1964 than 1939 but it might be surprising that what is probably the oldest fair leftover is from the more recent fair. Jordan made a gift of a nearly 2000-year-old Roman column from the Temple of Artemis. It remains on site but was damaged by vandals in June of 2023. Nash includes a picture of the full column along with one of the damage and another with the damaged section removed for repair. At least a candidate for the second oldest leftover is a carousel made by combining parts of a 1903 and a 1908 carousel. Although it has been relocated, it remains in the park and operates seasonally.

Although both of these fairs made lasting impressions on the people who attended them. neither was a success from the organizers’ point of view. Organizers in 1939 hoped for 50 million visitors but got only 45 million. The target in 1964 was 70 million, but only 51 million showed up. I wasn’t around in 1939, and even though I was very much around in 1964 and well aware of the fair, I did not attend. I have only attended one world’s fair in my life, and that was in 1983 in Knoxville, TN. Nash says that was the last profitable world’s fair held in this country. Coincidence?

Looking Back at the Future: Photographing Vintage Leftovers of New York’s World’s Fairs, Gloria R Nash, N R G Press (November 30, 2024), 8 x 10 inches, 124 pages, ISBN 978-1940046006
Available through Amazon.


If you would like to learn more about this book directly from its author, give a listen to her visit on the December 22 episode of the Coffee With Jim podcast. I did.

My Memories — Chapter 5
Trekkers I’ve Met

Reading Lyell Henry’s latest book, Trekking Across America (reviewed here), jogged my memory of my own trekker encounters and that led to this My Memories installment. I can’t be entirely certain that these two fellows would have been included in the subset of trekkers documented in Henry’s book even if they had made his 1930 cutoff, but I think there’s a pretty good chance.

Trekker number one was Eric Bendl whom a coworker and I passed on the way to visit a customer. With a website at WorldGuy.org, Eric was rolling a six-foot rubber globe from his home in Louisville, KY, to Pittsburgh, PA, to raise awareness of and money for diabetes, which had ended his mother’s life in 1987. He was about halfway there when we chatted with him by the side of US-22 near Sabina, OH. Photos and conversation from that day appeared in a short item in the Winter 2007 issue of American Road Magazine.

I encountered trekker number two barely a year later on the coast of California. After spending the night in Gold Beach, I pulled over as I was leaving town with thoughts of taking pictures of the beach. It was entirely too foggy for that but the stop let me meet Curan Wright. Curan had spent an uncomfortable night in the tiny park with a toothache he said was now subsiding. He told me he had just ridden his bicycle backward from Washington, DC, to raise awareness of HIV, homelessness, and the legalization of marijuana. He was HIV positive himself with plans to continue riding as long as he could.

I gave him a little money, wished him well, and departed, unsure of whether to believe his cross-country cycling story. I became a believer at the end of the day when I found support in some online videos. A video that I linked to from the trip journal for that day has gone missing, and I replaced it with a link to an AP video on YouTube that was made around the same time. That video is here, and a Flickr account for Curan that indicates he was still biking backward as late as July 2011 is here. I have found nothing more recent.

I think I was at least as surprised when I came upon Eric Bendl her second time as I was the first. It was nine years after that meeting in Ohio, and we were both a long way from our homes. I was driving Historic Route 66 in November 2016 when I spotted that giant globe on the old road east of Albuquerque, NM. Eric was already engaged in conversation with a local when I pulled over and after the three of us chatted for a while, the two of them headed off together. The local fellow left his car by the road with plans to return to it after walking with Eric for some distance. Eric had walked more than 6,000 miles since our first meeting and the WorldGuy.org website was very much still in operation.

Eric did a lot more walking and rolling after our last meeting. Sadly, his Facebook page reports his death from cancer on January 1, 2024. This guy was really something special.

Book Review
Trekking Across America
Lyell D. Henry Jr.

I’ve been anticipating this book for a few years now. Henry was probably well into his research for the book when he gave a presentation at the 2017 Lincoln Highway Association conference on trekkers who had incorporated all or part of the highway in their travels. The Lincoln Highway and other trails aimed at automobiles appeared in the latter half of the golden age of trekking, which Trekking Across America focuses on. Henry identifies this as roughly 1890 to 1930. Merriam-Webster defines a trek as “an arduous journey” and during that period just about any long-distance journey that did not involve the railroad was unquestionably arduous. I ordered the book as soon as I became aware of its publication but my own non-arduous travels and the winter holidays kept me from reading and reviewing it until now.

There are a couple of motorcycle-powered treks among those that Henry documents as well as a few powered by beasts of burden that include a bull, some goats, and a team of sled dogs from Alaska. But the vast majority were powered by the trekkers themselves and typically by just walking. “Pedestrian mania” was an actual thing in the latter part of the nineteenth century with all sorts of walking competitions and exhibitions taking place and being reported on by newspapers and magazines.

A fellow named Edward Weston is credited with getting the walking craze started by walking from Boston to Washington to satisfy a bet made on the wrong guy (Stephen Douglas) in the 1860 presidential election. Apparently, Weston decided that he really liked walking and was quite good at it. He proceeded to set records and win awards into his seventies. In some circles, the rampant pedestrianism of the time was referred to as Westonianism.

Henry is a longtime postcard collector and tells how he first discovered trekking through a misfiled postcard of two boys attempting to skate from New York to San Francisco in 1910. Trekking and postcard collecting make a very good match for each other. Weston financed some of his travels by selling photos of himself, and most of those who came after did something similar. Some postcards are just about the only evidence of treks that did not get very far. Others are the entry to sources such as newspaper reports that flesh out the trek.

Postcards are also a rather natural way to provide a visual connection with a trek’s story. Henry divides these stories into five chapters based — not all that rigidly — on the reason for the trek. Following a chapter’s introduction are several segments featuring one or two specific treks with at least one related image. Postcards often provide those images. These two or three page standalone segments allow “Trekking Across America” to be read in small doses if desired.

Individual males were hardly the only ones undertaking these long arduous journeys. Buddies, siblings, newlyweds, whole families, and even a few lone women appear on these pages. Incidentally, little evidence is presented here that a trekking honeymoon will lead to marital bliss. The rules for some of the contests and challenges were also interesting. Virtually every trek involved some sort of time limit but rules about clothing, starting with little or no money, and working en route were also common. After the turn of the century, gimmicks such as the aforementioned skating or rolling a hoop might be involved. One fellow fiddled every step of the way as he walked from New York to Los Angeles and on to San Francisco.

Trekkers were certainly a diverse lot and even included some handicapped individuals such as a man with one leg, a man with one arm, and another with no arms. All three remind us of unpleasant facts about the past. The leg was lost by a four-year-old playing in a train yard. That possibly could happen today but it’s not very likely. The three arms were all lost in factory accidents. The worker who lost his left arm was nine. Both arms were lost by a worker just four years older, thirteen. The Child Labor provisions of the Fair Labor Standards Act might have prevented both of those but it did not come along until 1938.

When I first opened Trekking Across America and scanned the table of contents, I noticed that the epilogue carried the title “When Highways Were Stages”. Although it seems really silly now, I connected that with the divisions or stages of a route followed by stagecoaches. On reaching the epilogue, it instantly became apparent that Henry was referring to Shakespearean stages and not Wells Fargo stages and it added a layer of insight for some aspects of the stories I had just read. The earliest trekkers, such as Edward Weston, were respected and celebrated. That changed when baseball overtook walking as the nation’s number-one spectator sport and suffered even more as the twentieth century overtook the nineteenth. Whereas most, if not all, of the prizes pursued by the first generation of professional pedestrians were legitimate, this became less and less the case. Evidence of this is in the frequent changes in prize amounts, completion deadlines, and other rules claimed by trekkers as they traveled.

But even as confidence in cover stories fell and the trekkers became sometimes viewed as freeloaders, they were still welcomed to towns along their routes, their postcards. were purchased, and their lectures attended. Because, Henry believes, they were a break from the routine and they were entertaining. In Trekking Across America, they still are.

Trekking Across America: An Up-Close Look at a Once-Popular Pastime, Lyell D. Henry Jr., University Of Iowa Press (October 30, 2024), 6 x 9 inches, 278 pages, ISBN 978-1609389796
Available through Amazon.

Remembering Peter

Peter Yarrow died this week and the news brought back some memories that he is a part of. Peter’s main claim to fame was his time with Peter, Paul, and Mary whom I saw twice. I also saw Mary Travers in a solo performance once. Of course, the bulk of my memories come from listening to the trio on the radio and on vinyl.

Both occasions when I saw them in concert contained some personally memorable moments. The first was in 1966 during my second year of college.

A friend of mine was a major Peter, Paul, and Mary fan, and a friend of his even more so. The friend of a friend was from Charleston, WV, where PPM had a concert scheduled. He arranged for tickets and the three of us set off on a weekend trip in my Renault 4CV. Somewhere east of Cincinnati — but not very far east — a rear axle broke. The details are foggy but we somehow got the Renault towed to a garage and got ourselves back to Cincy where we rented a car. Actually, the friend of a friend rented the car since he was the only one of us over 21.

We made it to the concert and (probably through some contacts with the local folk music community) found ourselves backstage at its conclusion. I don’t believe we actually met either Peter or Paul but merely caught a glimpse of them as they headed to a car and a ride to their hotel. For some reason, Mary’s ride to the hotel that night would be in the passenger seat of the box truck that hauled their equipment. While the truck, which Mary called her “10-ton limo”, was loaded, she casually chatted with the small group of fans surrounding her. When the “limo” was ready, she bid us farewell and climbed up into the cab.

The second memory comes from a concert at Cincinnati’s Music Hall. This was probably sometime around 1980. A co-worker’s wife had a job that somehow enabled her to get front-row seats. This was during a period when I tried taking photos at concerts so I had my camera with telephoto lens with me in row number one. This was all above board and before the music started, either Peter or Paul reiterated that photos were fine as long as flash wasn’t used.

Things were going smoothly until someone several seats to my left took a few pictures with flash firing. A policeman standing on the floor at stage left responded by walking out and stopping in front of me. It was pretty obvious that I had a camera and he blamed me for the flashes. I will never know what punishment he had in mind because at that instant the music stopped.

The performers knew who was and was not to blame and stopped performing to intervene. Paul walked to the edge of the stage and called to the officer to clear me. All I remember saying is, “I think Paul wants to talk to you.” Finding himself the center of attention in a suddenly quiet concert hall, the policeman never turned to the stage or acknowledged anyone on it but simply returned to his original spot in the shadows.

Sadly, I’ve not found any photos from that night and can’t even remember if I had any that were worthwhile. I do recall that the local paper reported on the concert the next day and mentioned the incident. They referred to the person confronted as a photographer which was a first for me and I still think it’s kind of funny..

Yeah, I know that my interactions with one of the greatest vocal groups of the 1960s and ’70s are pretty trivial and involve Peter even less than the other members of the trio. Please forgive me for using his passing as an opportunity to share them. By the way, it turned out that the Renault’s axle wasn’t really broken and the shop where it was towed was able to press on a new bearing and make me mobile for a reasonable charge.

Movie Review
Porcelain War
Brendan Bellomo and Slava Leontyev

I have never seen a movie quite like this before. It is classified as a documentary, and it documents a war that is going on at this very minute. As I took my seat in the empty theater, I found myself thinking of the newsreels that were still sometimes shown in front of feature films when I was a kid. Those thoughts weren’t entirely off base even though the upcoming scenes were shot a couple of years ago. Those scenes are not staged. The people in them are not actors. But Porcelain War is a whole lot more than a newsreel. Yes, it shows us near-current events but it also shows us people — artistic, talented, and determined people.

The three stars of the movie are identified as “participants”. One, Slava Leontyev, is also identified as a co-director. Another, Andrey Stefanov, is the movie’s primary cinematographer, a task he undertook for the first time. The third, Anya Stasenko, is also the movie’s Associate Producer. All three are artists who chose to remain in Ukraine to make art as a form of resistance to the 2022 Russian Invasion in addition to more conventional forms of resistance.

The porcelain of the title refers to the small ceramic sculptures that husband and wife Slava and Anya produce. Slava creates the plain white figures that Anya paints. There are scenes of creative sculpting and painting, and there are scenes where the figures serve as decoration or as a member of the cast. There are scenes where the little pieces of art are literally the only bright spot in a screen filled with the devastation of war. They are ever-present reminders of the fight against the destruction of a culture by destroying its art.

The two co-directors’ first in-person meeting was at the film’s premier at the Sundance Film Festival. Their separation by distance and language makes the results of their collaboration even more impressive. Andrey’s “training” by Bellomo’s stateside team had the same issues but also overcame them with quite obvious success.

Two other teams made major contributions to the movie. One is Poland’s BluBlu Studios which created 7,000 hand-drawn frames to animate some of Anya’s artwork in one of the most seamless blendings of media I’ve ever seen. The second is the band DakhaBrakha whose music seems to fit perfectly. The band does not appear in the body of the film but can be seen performing behind the end credits.

It looks like tomorrow (Jan 9) is the last day Mariemont Theater is showing Porcelain War. I know that the recent snow might make that a tough trip even if you are attracted to the movie. That’s a bummer but the movie is worth braving some snow if you’re close enough or watching for showings elsewhere and on other dates if you’re not.