I was sorting through photo files this afternoon and realized I’d not made a general post about my recent trip to New York City. My visit this time was a bit different, as my good friend Jill and I went with her twenty-four tear old son Austin, who met up with two of his friends in the city. Much of the time was spent showing her son and his one friend the sights they wanted to see. It was really a treat, as I taught Austin in fifth grade. Every teacher ought to be able to spend some time with former students after they become adults!
Actually much of the itinerary was set by Austin, who enjoys history (I wonder how that happened?) He was in fourth grade when the attacks of 9/11 happened, and top on his list was the 9/11 Memorial and museum. The last time I was in that area was before the museum opened, so it was a first-time visit for me as well.
There is simply no way to explain the impact of this museum. Thankfully, there was a section of art, which helped me process it all.
When the above quote from the Aeneid was revealed at the museum, there was a bit of controversy about it having being taken out of context. Regardless, it was a very moving wall, with the blue tiles that symbolized the way so many have described the blue of that September morning.
There was an entire gallery of art, and I especially loved these two quilted banners. Reflections by Martha Kotter, and Cutting Off by Noriko Misawa.
We walked part of the way across the Brooklyn Bridge. It was just too hot to go the entire way, and besides, we were getting hungry.
I never get tired of Chinatown: the colors and the smells and the people.
We don’t have a train station in our little town, so Grand Central was quite the experience.
And even though visitors generally can only see the ground floor, the Chrysler Building always amazes with the stunning Art Deco details and murals.
The New York Times fashion photographer Bill Cunningham died the week before we visited the city, and already he was remembered as the corner of 57th Street and Fifth Avenue was named in his honor.
Across the street, Bergdorf Goodman decorated a window in his memory.
The next day was devoted to the Statue of Liberty and Ellis Island. Again, this was new to me. The last few times I’ve been to the city, the islands were closed due to damage from Hurricane Sandy.
I really enjoyed Ellis Island. It is a site that all Americans need to visit, if for no other reason than to remind us that we are all immigrants. The only building visitors see is this one, which was the big processing center.
“Immigrant luggage brought through Ellis Island… One baggage handler said he could recognize the nationality of an immigrant by the style of baggage. ‘I take one look at the baggage,” he said, ‘and I can tell by the way the knots are tied around the bundles…'”
If there are clothes and textiles to be found, you know I’ll find them. One section of the museum was devoted to some of the belongings brought to America by the newcomers.
In remembrance of John Lennon, in Central Park.
The settings on my camera somehow got messed up, and it produced the filtered photo above. Taken on the top of the Metropolitan Museum of Art, the structure is Psycho Barn, by Cornelia Parker.
And I’ll leave you with this world class view.