Sanna's Bag

“I never seem to have what I need when I need it. I’m going to make a belt-bag that’s bigger on the inside than on the outside, and just carry everything with me.”

Monday, June 02, 2008

MJ and I rode together on the way back, because we wanted to stop at the Maryhill Museum. It's a nice little museum with a splendid collection of Native American artefacts, a permanent exhibit to Loie Fuller the dancer, a collection of Rodin sculpture, and a collection of artefacts donated by Queen Marie of Roumania, including the dress she wore to the Czar's coronation, and a replica of her own coronation crown. And, my very favorite, Theatre DeLaMode, a collection of 1/3 size French fashion mannequins which were constructed and dressed by the famous French designers right after WWII. Due to rationing, they couldn't get the fabric for full-scale garments to showcase their new lines, but they wanted to show the world that haute coutre was still alive, so they made these scale model ensembles. The tiny shoes and gloves and hats - the exquisite tailoring, the meticulously matched lines on the minature plaids - I am in awe! I hav visited them three times now, and am constantly seeing something new.

The Maryhill Museum was originally built as a home for 19th century entepreneur, Sam Hill, and is a notable edifice perched high above the Columbia. Sam wanted to establish a utopia of sorts in Yakima County, bought some quite good land down by the river, and invited a bunch of his fellow Quakers to come and farm it. They declined, and there was Sam, with a mansion, and no happy peasants to lord it over. He went to Europe, met Queen Marie, (and Loie Fuller - who was no better than she should be!) and invited them to visit him in Washington. Eventually, they did. But the land development scheme never did get off the ground. He dedicated the house as a museum, and it finally opened to the public six years after his death.


The land below the mansion - Peach beach. Wonderful place for fruit trees, now given over to grapes.








-The mansion grounds are beautifully landscaped, full of sculptures - -

-- - and infested with peacocks. The males hang around in the bushes and scream, and the females hang out in the parking lot, cadging handouts from the tourists.









Sam Hill visited England, and was quite impressed with Stonehenge., which, he was told, was a place of sacrifice. At the end of WWI, he wanted to build a monument to the young men who had been sacrified to national pride (remember, he was a Quaker) And so, he built a full sized replica of Stonehenge.







I sure wish I had a model with me. Once you have taken pictures of the uprights and crosspieces and lights and shadows which are totally unsubtle on this bare graveled flatness, I found myself at a loss. I longed for children in bright clothing to play hide and seek, or for a young lady in a red dress to lend a sense of perspective. or for sweethearts holding hands or something . . .I just didn't get much photographic good out of the site.




See, one person says so much - but MJ is too self-conscious, and our time was short.





Back over the river and west with the wood all too soon we had to go.

Tomorrow, what I knitted during those five hours in the car.

8 Comments:

  • At 2:23 PM , Blogger Amy Lane said...

    Wow--lovely pictures--surprises like that are why I love the Pacific Northwest:-)

     
  • At 9:37 PM , Blogger Willow said...

    I grew up in Portland, lived all those years there as an adult, drove past Maryhill countless times and I've never been there. And I never knew there is a replica of Stonehenge built there, either. Wow!

     
  • At 8:04 AM , Blogger Willow said...

    The blue yarn is Cashsoft. It's going to be become a sweater.

     
  • At 9:07 AM , Anonymous Dave Daniels said...

    "Ok, Lady, what in Sam Hill are you doing?" That makes sense, as an expression, given his extreme ideals.
    You're on quite the journey around some of the most beautiful territory. Thanks for sharing all the photos.

     
  • At 11:54 AM , Blogger Lucia said...

    This post and the previous one -- gorgeous! You, too, should travel more often.

     
  • At 2:30 PM , Blogger Donna Lee said...

    What a neat trip that was. I love the Stonehenge copy. And you're right, having a person in the photo gives perspective. My brother once built a Stonehenge replica but it was with potato chips and onion dip and he called it Chiphenge. It needed no perspective and was eaten right away.

     
  • At 3:59 AM , Anonymous Anonymous said...

    Well, there's at least one major difference between this replica and the REAL Stonehenge: You can get near it! I was so disappointed at how far I had to stand from the real thing when I was there.

     
  • At 5:43 PM , Blogger Kate said...

    Mr Hill was one odd Quaker. Given that my exposure to Quakers is pretty limited (I know only one family) I'm not even slightly an authority on all things Quakerish but I see some pretty big contrasts in ideals in this little photo essay. Beautiful sculptures and grounds, though. And I'd give a lot to see those miniatures in the flesh.

     

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