The Herbert Hoover Presidential Library and Museum

Freedom is the open window through which pours the sunlight of the human spirit and human dignity. ~ Herbert Hoover

When you enter the Presidential Library of Herbert Hoover, there is a  beautifully made mixed media piece by Richard Pinney.  There are wood carvings and photographs and all sorts of bits and pieces.  I was quite taken with it and inspired as well.

Absolute freedom of the press to discuss public questions is a foundation stone of American liberty. ~ Herbert Hoover

Children are our most valuable natural resource. ~ Herbert Hoover

These dolls were given to President Hoover by Belgian children as a thank you for his war famine relief efforts.  The lady doll seems to be imploring the rather haughty male doll. I am not sure why he has his back to her but I am quite sure that his hat is to die for.

There’s also a slightly out of focus ghostly reflection that appears to be wearing a rather dashing black and white checkered coat. Interesting.

This toy fire truck was made in dedication to the fire fighters who put out the fire at the White House in 1929.

The fire started in the White House attic where 200,000 government pamphlets about all sorts of subjects were stored and then had the good sense to set themselves ablaze.

The President, his son and several other men, worked to remove as many files and historical items as possible while Mrs. Hoover carried on with the Christmas party for children she was hosting.  The children apparently didn’t notice the fire and good times were had.  Mrs. Hoover later handed out cast iron fire trucks to the children that had been at the party.

Hebert Hoover certainly had his share of foibles as all people do but he was an interesting man who did interesting things.  I highly recommend going to his library if you’re in the area.  If you like to meander, the grounds are quite large and perfect for a stroll.  He is buried on the grounds. 

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©Virginia Spencer, thepurpledogpaintingblog.com, 2018

 

 

 

 

 

Public Art in Davenport, Iowa

I love this statue. It was created in 2002, in copper and steel by B. Thomas Lytle. It sits on 2nd Avenue, in Davenport, Iowa.

“Gossips”

sculpture Davenport Iowa Lytle

This lantern is on top a post in Davenport, on River Drive.

lantern Davenport Iowa

This woman is part of a sculpted bronze memorial to Irish immigrants by Louis Quaintance.

 

©Virginia Spencer, thepurpledogpaintingblog.com, 2017

 

Seurat, Sundays and Top Hats..

Georges Seurat (1859-1891), the father of pointillism never visited Iowa.

But Iowa sure likes him a lot. So much so that when several large oak trees fell during a storm, artist Ted McElhiney carved them into the figures from Seurat’s most famous painting “A Sunday Afternoon on the Island of La Grande Jatte”. And Mr. McElhiney didn’t keep all the fun for himself, the figures were then painted by local high school students. They now are a fixture on Credit Island In Davenport, Iowa.

That is pretty darn cool.

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All I ever did in high school was (badly) paint a gigantic picture of a carousel horse that for some reason my mother insists on hanging in her bathroom.

Well done, Mr. McElhiney and  teenagers!

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©Virginia Spencer, thepurpledogpaintingblog, 2012

Mount Rushmore…

We set out one day to find Mount Rushmore. We drove on winding roads lined with dark forests on a gloomy overcast day. As we rounded a corner in the road, I caught my first glimpse of a rugged granite face. A ray of sun came out and danced on that noble face of the man who refused to become King.

After all the silliness, kitsch and generally amusing tourist traps, I did not expect much.

I did not expect to be charmed. But I was.

I did not expect to be awed. But I was.

I did not expect to be touched. But I was.

I did not expect to be humbled. But I was.

What an enchanting and beautiful memorial.

©Virginia Spencer,  thepurpledogpaintingblog.com, 2011