"Life is not a series of gig lamps symmetrically arranged; life is a luminous halo, a semi-transparent envelope surrounding us from the beginning of consciousness to the end." --Virginia Woolf
Smith ’69, Purdue ’75. Anarchist; agnostic. Writer. Steward of the Pascal Emory house, an 1871 Second-Empire Victorian; of Sylvie, a 1974 Mercedes-Benz 450SL; and of Taz, a purebred Cockador who sets the standard for her breed. Happy enough for the present in Massachusetts, but always looking East.
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Mass MoCA is one of the hippest places in the entire world. This is one view of the ladies' room, which is in the cellar. Whenever I start to get depressed about the condition of the white elephant I call home, I take heart in this. A few cracks in the plaster? A bit of crumbling paint? That's art, man!posted by Cicily Corbett | 3:26 AM
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Hello, Steward of the Pascal Emory house. I stumbled across your 9/13/06 post while googling on local involvement in the underground railroad. The house next door to you does, indeed, have a history which I investigated 20 years ago. It was built in the early 1850's by a fugitive slave from Maryland, John Nelson Howard. Mr. Howard affiliated with John Brown during his Springfield years and was, in fact, a member of Brown's League of Gileadites, an organization of black men and women who swore an oath to protect each other from slave catchers. There was a narrow space in the attic that ran the full length of the house which was possibly used to shelter runaways. Eventually Mr. Howard retired as sexton of South Congregational Church and moved back south. The congregation of
North Congregational Church had been located on Main Street prior to the Salem Street location (early 1870's) and it was made up of dedicated abolitionists.
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