Hellers' Fabulous Furniture

We didn’t get to stop and talk to the Hellers, as their shop was closed, but if you ever find yourself headed off I-87 and into the Catskills via Exit 19, this spot and these folks definitely seem worth a visit. Steve, the artist, starts the “About” statement on his website by saying, “Never could I have imagined the fabulous life I’ve had. I am a self taught artist, woodworker, sculptor and car builder, who can go from one medium to another without a break.” He met Martha, his “sweetie” and the store’s business manager at Woodstock (of course) and she sounds pretty fantastic and fun, too.

I hope another assignment–or a weekend road trip–takes us back through their town soon.

Typical Provincetown scene

I always feel strangely sad this time of year, when the days are their most beautiful and most comfortable. Though this interseason between summer and fall is my favorite time of year, it’s far too short, and I fast forward to thoughts of winter’s grayscale days.

The last days of August and most of September, then, are when I’m determined to make the most of summer’s last stand. How much can I squeeze out of what we have left?

Last week, we took a quick trip to Provincetown, the farthest reach of Cape Cod, and as far east as you can travel in the US.

Marcia Mello, who plays ragtime blues, classical, and love songs in P'town

My destination guide to Provincetown can be found on Matador Trips; Francisco’s complete photo gallery can be found here.

A couple leaps into Sebago Lake at Migis Lodge

I love this photo of a couple leaping into the water at Migis Lodge in Maine.

We stayed at Migis last week and were one of the few families there who were new guests; most guests are repeat visitors. One guest mentioned that he’d been at Migis every summer since he was 8 years old, and he was well into his 40s, if not into his 50s.

Migis is my favorite place we’ve stayed in the US this year. I love the clean, comfortable well cared-for cottages, the outdoor lunches, the dinners where men have to wear jackets and no one can use cell phones, and the fact that even when the property is almost full, one cam still feel that they’ve got their own private spot.

I look forward to writing more about Migis soon.

More photos from Migis and our Maine trip can be viewed here.

The skyline of Minneapolis (?)

To be honest, I have no idea whether the photo above is of the Minneapolis skyline; I’m taking the photographer’s word for it, as I have never been to Minneapolis before. I’ve wanted to go for a long time– at least since I first learned about the Walker Art Center– but it’s one of those places I’ve never gotten around to getting to.

But I’ll finally be going there later this week, as I’ve been invited to speak on a panel hosted by the Society of American Travel Writers’ Editors’ Council. I’ll admit that I’m slightly anxious about being one of the panelists for “Blurring the Lines: The Increasingly Close Relationship between Advertising and Editorial,” as the very title of the panel suggests the organizers’ feelings (bias?) about the topic in question, but we shall see. I’ve been invited to speak about the Road Warriors program, but beyond that, I’m still not exactly sure how the format of the panel is being structured or what, in general, to expect.

Though the other panel topics sound interesting, I’ll be taking a break before and after my panel, as I want to explore the Walker, meet up with some Matador members in the area, and follow up on some recommendations made by fellow travel writer, Leif Pettersen.

And speaking of recommendations, if you’ve got any, please email me: writingjulie[at]gmail[dot]com.

“they were digging a new foundation in manhattan
and they discovered a slave cemetery there
may their souls rest easy now that lynching is frowned upon
and we’ve moved on to the electric chair
is there anything i can do
about anything at all

except go back to that corner in manhattan
and dig deeper
dig deeper this time
down beneath the impossible pain of our history
beneath unknown bones
beneath the bedrock of the mystery
beneath the sewage system and the path train
beneath the cobblestones and the water main
beneath the traffic of friendships and street deals
beneath the screeching of kamikaze cab wheels
beneath everything i can think of to think about
beneath it all”
-From the song “Fuel,” by Ani Difranco

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It was when I first listened to this song on Ani Difranco’s album “Little Plastic Castle” that I heard about what would become the African Burial Ground, but it would be years later before the resting place of Africans brought to New York during the slave trade would be preserved and opened to the public.

The African Burial Ground National Monument was established in 2006, but it wasn’t until February 27 of this year that a visitor center staffed with National Parks Service rangers and designed with informative, interactive exhibits was open, providing visitors with the opportunity to learn more about this important and almost overlooked part of American history.

On Thursday, we visited, surprised to see so many other visitors on a weekday afternoon. Moms with their kids, older couples, a man in a wheelchair, and school children accompanied by their teachers were all exploring the visitors’ center, which manages to perform a teaching function for all ages.

It seems ridiculous to think this might have been otherwise, but in 1991, when the remains were discovered, it wasn’t at all inevitable that the African Burial Ground would be preserved.

Occupying a choice parcel of real estate in lower Manhattan, the lot on which the remains were found was slated to become a federal building and the purchase of the land had already been transacted. In fact, the remains were uncovered by construction workers as building was underway.

Though the remains were excavated, critics wondered whether this was being done respectfully and they were deeply divided over whether the rest of the remains should be excavated or allowed to be preserved as they were. After protests, petitions, a 24 hour vigil, and all sorts of research and feasibility plans, it was decided that part of the burial ground would be preserved and a commemorative structure would be built. A park would be built, it would be designated a national monument, and the public would be able to learn about the history of slavery in New York at an accompanying visitor center.

The remains that were reinterred are in these mounds, visible in the foreground of this photo.

The monument consists of two parts. The pyramidal shaped part is the “Ancestral Libation Chamber,” described by the NPS as a “24 foot chamber that represents the soaring African spirit….” Below the chamber is where the remains were discovered. The exterior is “reminiscent of a ship’s hold,” and “the Sankofa symbol is engraved on the exterior.” The second part of the memorial is called the Circle of the Disapora, and depicts the “complexity and diversity of African cultures” through symbols engraved on stone quarried in Africa.

Entry to the visitor center is free, and it is open to the public Tuesdays through Saturdays from 9 AM to 5 PM. The monument and burial ground itself are behind the visitor center. You’re welcome to bring your camera, but be aware that security at the visitor center is stringent, due to the fact that the center is located inside a federal building.

More photos can be viewed here.

We spent last week in New England, visiting properties in New Hampshire and Vermont while working on a story about what makes hotels “green,” or environmentally friendly.

It was Francisco’s and Mariel’s first trip to these two states, and my first return years after a childhood family trip.

These states have always struck me as a bit different from the rest of the US. Hugging each other, one is notoriously conservative, the other notoriously liberal. Yet both, in their own ways, seem deeply private, interested in preserving what they view as their own (whether land or ways of living), and marked by a certain nativism.

“It looks like the kind of place where people buy deer burger,” Francisco said as we entered the Franconia Pass in New Hampshire right at dusk. When I wrote that on Twitter, locals replied, “They don’t BUY deer burger; they shoot it.”

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We forget how diverse our own countries are. Not 300 miles from where we live in New York City, there’s this whole other world, a world where “Moose Crossing” signs replace “Pedestrian Xing,” where people shoot and skin the meat they eat, where people still make their own syrup.

It’s important to step into that world once in a while, to get away from billboards and buzz and the comfort of relatively anonymous urban living and to sit with people who talk about what it’s like to farm land, or make handcrafts out of timber leavings, or who are opposed to windmill farms because they’ll blight the landscape.

It’s important to remember to contest this popular yet fallacious idea that somehow we’ve all become homogenized.

Chew on that when you eat your next hamburger.