A day in Louisville

This past Thursday we returned from a quick two-day trip to Louisville, Kentucky, home of bourbon, horse-racing legends and the Speed Museum of Art. That's right, the primary reason for visiting was the exhibition "Women Artists in Paris 1850-1900" at the Speed Museum on the University of Louisville campus. More about that shortly.

It was sunny and warm as we pulled out of our driveway heading for the open road, a gorgeous day for travel. We sped quickly down US 131 to US 31 and then switched to I65 around Indianapolis. After about 6 hours we pulled into our hotel, the Galt House located right on the Ohio River.  The city had recently been inundated by flash floods  as you can see below.
note the tops of the lamposts on the riverfront walkway





even George Rogers Clark thought the river out of control

looking over to Jeffersonville, Indiana


the hotel and then some
Still, we had most of the hotel -- which was HUGE -- to ourselves. On top of that they upgraded us to a suite. Sadly we had no business meetings scheduled so much of the space was wasted -- I mean, really,  a living room, bath and separate bedroom? But we made the most of it.

York, the slave and companion of William Clark (as in Lewis and Clark)
After settling in and before heading out for dinner we strolled up and down Main Street in downtown. One of the more interesting sights as we walked was the home of the Louisville Slugger. Fond memories of Little League in central Illinois.




That evening we ate a pair of the best burgers avec frites in the world -- yep, Paul, you were right -- at the Holy Grale in the Bardstown Road section of Louisville.

Our fine weather left us soon enough and the next morning promised gray skies and rain. Before the skies opened up, however, we scooted over to Cave Hill Cemetery to look for the grave of Moses Bigelow, a former member of the 3rd Michigan Infantry who died in a hospital in Louisville in 1864.

Inclement weather notwithstanding the cemetery was, in a word fantastic: nearly 300 acres with over 135,000 burials, including more than 5,000 union soldiers in the national cemetery portion,  Cave Hill rivals Mt. Auburn in Cambridge, MA for the loveliness of its garden layout. It is also home to many wonderful monumental sculptures, of which just a handful are shown below.


Boses Bigelow, section B, grave 1777


Gauthemey

Peaslee

Larmee in section U

Hall in section U

Muhammad Ali in section U

As the rain began to worsen we left the cemetery and turned our attention -- and the car -- in the direction of our purpose in coming to Louisville: the art exhibition at the Speed Museum:

photo copyright © Speed Museum website

Featuring 80 works by 37 different artists including Marie Bracquemond, Berthe Morisot, Mary Cassatt, Louise Abbéma, Rosa Bonheur, and Cecilia Beaux, it did not disappoint.


In the Studio, 1881, by Marie Bashkirtseff

and that's Marie with the palette looking off to her right
The Meeting (detail), 1884, Marie Bashkirtseff 

Lunch in the Greenhouse, 1877, by Louise Abbéma

that's Louise's self-portrait on the right, and Sarah Bernhardt in the white dress



Sita and Sarita (Women with a cat), detail, 1893-94, by Cecilia Beaux


Young women in church, n.d., by Marie Petiet

Peasant woman from Normandie, 1889, Asta Nørregaard

there were dabs of paint in the wheat to create effect of flecks of gold -- stunning!


We ate lunch at the museum cafe before visiting the remaining exhibitions, but after the "Women in Paris" exhibition and aside from Jean Fragonard's The Reader, the rest was anticlimactic.


Since we still had plenty of daylight left we decided to take a tour of one of the city's numerous bourbon distilleries. While eating lunch I went online and zim-zam we were reserved for a 3:00pm tour and tasting of the Angel's Envy distillery in downtown Louisville.

Leaving the museum in the driving rain, and before going back downtown, we drove a bit further south of the city to at least see Churchill Downs, home of the Kentucky Derby. The place, like our hotel, was HUGE, and if the ongoing construction was any indication, it was going to be even bigger by the time horse-racing season begins. 

We turned back north to downtown and back to the hotel. where we we left our car in the garage and walked to Angel's Envy, a mere 8 or 9 blocks down Main Street. We spent the next hour or so being entertained by our tour guide, Brent, who led our group of ten or so through the production facility. He was funny, knowledgeable and during the tasting portion helped ease us newbies into the finer art of tasting bourbon whiskey.

While we're not sold on making a switch from our love of fermented grape juice to fermented corn and grain mash, it was a fun time and after the tasting we sampled bourbon cocktails at the bar.







That evening we had another lovely dining experience -- this time right across the street from our hotel at Milkwood. Susan had the fried chicken plate Asian-style and I had bibimbap, a kimchi and rice with "kentuckiyaki" pulled pork. Delicious!

The next morning was gray with the perennial drizzle as we left Louisville and headed north. Just short of Indianapolis we ran into serious rain which remained a serious annoyance until we neared the Michigan border where, naturally, it turned to wet snow.

Still, the trip back to Grand Rapids was uneventful and we made good time. 

Louisville is in the throes of serious revitalization and while it has some ways to go -- fair amount of depressed areas still abound even downtown -- much remains to be savored for both the palate as well as the soul.

Donald Wade Soper Junior

These three photos of my older brother Don, taken sometime in the late 1930s, were passed along to me by my Aunt Barbara Hinman. She, along with her wonderful husband Bill, have since left this earth and most certainly enjoying themselves mightily wherever they are. Warm, kind and generaous they always referred to my brother as "Donnie". Fascinating.

As for "Donnie", he suffered much in his life but with a loving wife and a rock-solid belief in himself he persevered through it all. I could only wish for such strength of character.

He had his flaws to be sure, after all which one of you can say you are perfect in every way. Sadly, I kept pointing to those when he was alive and not focusing on his strengths.

But he was my older brother and while we rarely agreed on anything -- except our Dad -- he was always there for me, especially when I was the age he was in these photos.

 Thanks Big Brother. Rest in Peace -- you earned it.

February 22, 1936 to April 26, 2016.




Happy 108th birthday Pop!

Everything I am today or hope to become I owe to you. Wherever you are, I'll love you always, dad! Your son, Steve

Back to France!

It's been about a year and a half since we were in France last and thought it time to renew our spirit so back we go this spring!

The plan, such as it is, will be to drive to New York and spend a night with friends in the Catskills followed by a quick drive down to Newark International where we'll fly direct to Paris Orly.  From there we'll (hopefully) take the Orlybus to Place Denfert-Rochereau where we hope to activate our Metro Navigos. From the Place it's a short Metro ride to the apartment we've rented in the 13th, near our old neighborhood and located quite close to Place d'Italie, a favorite haunt, so we'll feel almost at home.

13-15 Quai André Citroën 
Susan has signed up for a four-day bread workshop at Le Cordon Bleu while I'll be spending quality time in the cemeteries of Paris -- my extensive shot lists are printed out and ready to go! After we return I hope to add a fourth volume (Passy) to my series of guides to the art in Paris Cemeteries and update the other three so needless to say I'm excited.

grave of Achille Dester-Millard in D84 of Père-Lachaise

During our 13 days in Paris we hope to take a day trip to Dijon, and another to pay our respects to the Americans who died at nearby Château-Thierry in the Champagne region, just an hour by train from Paris.

From Paris we'll head north to Amsterdam where we'll spend four days with Richard and Pauline; during that time we hope to scoot north to Nijeveen to follow the trail of Susan's Van Halsema side of the family. From Amsterdam we'll train back south stopping in Lille for three nights with Christina, Glen and their two kids. From Lille we return to Paris and spend a night near Orly Airport before flying home the next day.

Once back on the ground in Newark we'll retrieve our car and head west probably stopping somewhere in western Pennsylvania for the night before returning to Grand Rapids.

Stay tuned!

Family gathering in Manistee

We hadn't been home two weeks from our trip visiting family in New England before we were back on the road again, this time catching up ...