The
overwhelming majority of Americans headed to Europe do so by heading to their
nearest airport. A few get there by ship
from East Coast cities. We suspect that
there are very, very few who use Amtrak for any part of the way there, let
alone almost half the 9,000 miles, but it's do-able!
Thanks to
all the motels and restaurant meals that went on our Amtrak Guest Rewards
credit card last summer, we had
enough points for a free sleeper all the way from Seattle to Fort Lauderdale,
Florida. Even though it was exactly one
month into Spring, it was anything but "Springtime in the Rockies" as
we passed along the southern edge of Glacier National Park. Even Minneapolis was covered in a fresh
blanket of snow on April 22! The train
stops for a 15-20 minute refueling every 350 miles or so, when we like to get
off and stretch our legs walking up and down the platform. Since we're off to see Europe in the Summer,
we have darned little cold-weather clothing, and every piece of it was on us at
these stops until we got close to Washington DC.
We broke
up the 4 days of train travel with a 24-hour stay in Toledo Ohio, in part to
use a shower that didn't do the Macarena, in bigger part to revisit the Toledo
Art Museum. While you wouldn't mistake
it for the Metropolitan in NYC, the MFA in Boston, the Art Institute in Chicago
or the National Gallery in DC, it is
among the very best in the next tier down.
Here are just three examples to entice you to include Toledo on a future
trip of your own, starting with Thomas Cole's breathtaking 1840 fantasy,
"The Architect's Dream." It is
reminiscent of his 5-painting series "The Course of Empire," one set
of which is in the National Gallery of Art and the other at the NY Historical
Society, their most precious paintings.
Along with a good sampling of major American painters of the 19th century, the Toledo Art Museum also has works, often quite excellent ones, by most of the most famous European ones. Camille Pissarro was 10 years older than Monet, in fact the oldest of the group, but with as young a vision as any of them as the first example from 1881 illustrates, "Peasants Resting." You can see his influence on Post-Impressionist Georges Seurat in his dabs of color, which Seurat reduced to dots of color in his "pointillist" works. As the only artist to exhibit in all eight Impressionist exhibitions in Paris as well as being the student of Corot, a colleague of Monet and Renoir and mentor to Cezanne and Gaugin, among others, Pissarro is a central figure in the development of modern art.
But, just
as Beethoven grew deaf, Pissarro battled eye infections that left him blind at
his death in 1903. A pioneer in plein air (outdoors, rather than in a
studio) painting, he had to wear dark glasses and limit himself to painting
from windows in his last decade. In
1896, when he was exactly the same age as we are right now, he executed this
moody "Roofs of Old Rouen, Grey Weather."
Besides
the stopover in Toledo, we changed trains twice. Chicago was only an hour and a half wait in
the comfortable lounge Amtrak provides for sleeper passengers. In Washington DC, however, we had 7 hours
between trains, so we parked our suitcases in the special lounge there and
hopped on the Red Line subway to meet up 8 stops away with dear friends Louise
and Masaharu, who then shuttled us in their car to nearby Hillwood House.
Hillwood was the final home of Marjorie Merriweather Post, the lone child of cereal baron C. W. Post and, by her 20s, the wealthiest woman in America. Also one of the more frequently married and divorced (4 times for both ceremonies). And not just to anyone -- hubby #2 was E. F. Hutton, who helped Ms. Post gobble up Birdseye Foods and to convert the Postum Cereal Company into General Foods. Spouse #3 was Joseph E. Davies, who became Ambassador to the Soviet Union in the critical years 1936-38, later described in his book "Mission to Moscow" and a Warner Bros. movie based on it. While stationed in Moscow, Marjorie and her husband bought up tons of art from the government, which didn't want the decadent anti-socialist stuff, and desperate individuals, who did want it but needed rubles more. Hillwood today has one of the largest collections of imperial Russian art in the world.
The hours
went quickly, touring the colorful gardens, exploring the grandiose house, but
also taking time to catch up on family news with Louise and Masaharu. As it turns out, their son Thomas lives in
Amsterdam, and we will be seeing him again and meeting his wife and daughter
for the first time in less than 3 weeks, when we reach Amsterdam ourselves.
We're now
in Ft. Lauderdale and less than 24 hours from departure on the Celebrity
Infinity for the 12-day voyage to Europe.
A walk next to the beach brought to mind what Ft. Lauderdale meant to
many Americans when the two of us were teens, but what we hadn't yet realized
then was how racially limited that image of fun on the beach was. A sign 100 yards away now makes the picture
more complete.
As we
prepare to board our own large boat, we'll close with this shot of Ft.
Lauderdale excess, where neighbors compete not only with who has the biggest
house, but also the biggest boat. Where
else would you find boats bigger than the houses they're moored next to?