a weird week

A good weird week, but still a weird one. Routine was a little upside down, but you roll with it. Also, I got excited about cooking something that wasn’t salmon, which never happens. OK, I should say making, not cooking, but utterly obsessed with Deborah’s dill pickle ranch dressing. It made my baby carrots way more appealing. I love fresh veggies, but carrots just bore me for some reason.

I can’t wait to run in these

While I wish I wore Launch because those are gorgeous, I can’t wait for these Ghosties to come in the mail. While I have two pairs of shoes still in rotation, they’re both over 100 miles and I just retired my last pair of New Balance 1080s so I really did need a new pair. The pandemic has taken my love of not matching to a whole new level and these shoes will help.

Alice in Covid Wonderland

If we’re Facebook friends, you may have seen me occasionally bumping a March 28, 2020 photo of Central Park’s Alice in Wonderland statue with a new season photo. I’m not an Alice person but there’s just something stable about something that was always there through this crazy year and especially in spring when my knee was cranky, she was often my morning walk turnaround point. These are a few favorites.

One random upside to Peloton and Apple Watch. Without the need for other music, I don’t need to carry my iPod which means phone in the pocket and no running belt. I like my SPI, but sometimes it’s just annoying. The iPod is coming up on two years old and it was a refurb, so I don’t regret that purchase especially for the long solo runs during marathon training.

Weekly Run Down with Kim and Deborah:

  • The wind was bad during my Sunday Pi run (to the extent that Kim’s sign blew away!), but I’d missed how strong it was going to get. I knew I was going to miss a Monday after running two days in a row, but when I woke to a 12 degree wind chill I had zero interest in even a walk. Luckily it “warmed” up and I took advantage of the long daylight to walk the long way to Target via Central Park and Alice. Target was an 0fer on the two things I wanted, but I did get a chocolate bunny so not all is wrong in the world. I am so glad we don’t have the York Peppermint Patty Easter Bunnies here as while I made one last a month, I could also kill one in a day.
  • Tuesday: Was supposed to be a running morning, but it was still obscenely cold and I had no interest. It was less the taste of spring last week and more the prospect that there was warm(er) daylight after work available. One of the benefits of that decision was that when I was feeling good 2.5 miles in, I could turn it from a four to a six mile run because there were no time constraints. I got snowed on briefly, but it was a really solid, fun run. Since there was no plan to run six, I still haven’t done the Manatees virtual race. Oops. I’ve avoided the Peloton police, but please don’t report me to the virtual race police either. 😀
  • Wednesday: 30s felt tropical so I kicked off the day with a nice three mile loop to and around the Great Lawn. Reminded me of last summer with all the puppies (any dog is a puppy) off leash and with fewer layers needed people are beginning to emerge from a winter clothing den. Great way to start the day.
  • Thursday: finally back to a morning run routine and it felt good to get the day started right. We were actually hoping to get out for a spring return of the office run group, but mother nature wasn’t having it. I didn’t mind running solo in light rain and it also meant I had the chance to try the new Balega Ultra Glide socks that Marcia mentioned and I love them. I runfess that I cheated on Balega with crap socks while in Florida and paid for it with a blister when I was caught in the rain. No more.
such a welcome sight. Cameo from PS72, they just don’t build schools like that anymore.
  • Friday: magic. The first day of the city’s Open Culture program and while it was frigid, couldn’t have a more beautiful day. I headed up to El Museo, the closest site to me, to enjoy the Fogo Azul dancers. To my surprise, the galleries were open to event attendees and I got to safely museum hop. While I did some museums in the fall before the holiday spike, I hadn’t been inside one in way too long and I got unexpectedly emotional. While I have enjoyed all the outdoor time and truly believe humans are meant to be outdoors, it was so nice to have art on my instagram again. I can’t wait until more people are vaccinated and being indoors feels normal.
fun random bird sighting


  • Saturday: oh hello spring, welcome home. Weather aside, I knew the day was going to be great because I was meeting my original running buddy. Somehow I can’t find any posts on it, but when I first graduated to running outside I joined a meetup group and Beth and I met. We clicked in a way I didn’t with the others and have become good friends, although we haven’t run together in a few years. When we met for a walk and talk last week she said she was thinking of running again and we’d decided to meet up. Whee! Our group always ran the bridle path and so we did loops upon loops in a run/walk with stops for crocuses, and by the time I got home I’d crossed 10 miles, a mental barrier for many months. It is so nice to run with people and it really made the miles go quickly. I spotted this friend as I of course had to pop by Belvedere Castle on my way home. A funny moment while running, I took off my outer long sleeves and my gloves slid off my wrist, which another runner helpfully rescued. So yes, short sleeves and gloves on my wrist. Oh March. After a shower, change I headed back outside to read because it was warm enough to sit outside! I can’t even explain how happy that made me. After dinner I sat on my stoop and finished a book and people watched. Life is weird, but good.
  • Sunday: pleasantly surprised not to be sore after yesterday’s miles (thanks all the stretching classes!) and headed outside with my Kindle soon because it’s way too nice to be inside.

is your refrigerator running?

mine wasn’t.

That was Sunday night’s fun discovery. Not.

In the grand scheme of things, it was fine. Like I said to a friend, more nuisance than Problem.  I didn’t lose much, the thawing freezer didn’t flood, and I rent so it wasn’t (as much) my headache. Just oh so 2020. On the plus side, this week brought Ichabod the iMac into my life. My little laptop was great, but not meant for heavy, daily usage and these eyes are too old for a 13″ screen even with an external monitor.

This was a weird week. Other than running, I wasn’t really moving much. Said to a friend who was talking about the running percentage of her crazy steps total on a day that I had 5.77 miles on the day, 5 of which were running. I really don’t mind. Heat, humidity and life are draining right now. Worth just taking time to be.

On the reading front, I finished The Great Deluge on the anniversary of Katrina’s landfall. Doesn’t normally take me three weeks to read 700 pages, but this book was dense and didn’t make for great bedtime reading. I subsequently read Austin Channing Brown’s excellent I’m Still Here in a couple of hours after waiting all summer.

museums + running

And best of all? I got to go to a museum! I can’t remember the last time I went five months without visiting a museum. It’s usually a max of five days. Timed tickets (which I like anyway for planning purposes), masks and distancing, but MUSEUMS. Of course I direct deposited my wallet with the gift shop.

I truly love the Museum of the City of New York because of how it tells the city’s stories. They collect museum-quality artifacts of course, but they also have amazing ephemera including this poster for the NYC Marathon in their Collecting New York’s Stories exhibit, which was slated to open just before the world shut down. Yes, that made this poster even more poignant.

I do. Forever.

I am so tired of the endless articles pronouncing NYC dead. Whether it’s a political angle or just the endless need for doom and gloom, it got old a long time ago. Am I biased? Of course. But this city is 400+ years old and has probably been declared dead at least that many times.  If any time ever called for Haters gonna hate, it’s this.


Weekly run down with Deborah and Kim:

  • I missed a Monday: even before I came home to the thawing fridge, I’d decided I was sleeping in on Monday after two early runs. Morning walk was only to the Met and for coffee because no creamer is the travesty of the broken fridge. LOL. Went on a hunt for dinner and shelf-stable creamer so did get in some steps, but overall a needed mental/physical day off.
  • Tuesday: up and at it. Rise and run. How many cliches fit in one post? Runrise ahead of another scorcher of a day. Back of the knee sweat (aka against desk chair) was a new experience during quarantime. I finally realized why — I really never sat at a desk outside of the office aka the land of AC.
  • Wednesday: I usually don’t run two days in a row, but sometimes you have to. Minimal steps before work and I was feeling stiff and stir crazy and it was absolutely gorgeous, so I decided to go chase a sunset. Mission accomplished. Found Pinocchio too!
So many bad options


  • Thursday: I really don’t run three days in a row, but when my colleague texted to ask if I’d meet him, I didn’t want to say no. It was 90+ and 70%+ humidity so it was a plod more than anything, but lately I’m really feeling the need for some socialization. After I left him where he enters the park, I ran a little to the Literary Walk to see the new statue that was unveiled-the first in Central Park to honor real women! Had been drinking A LOT due to the heat and realized I needed to use the bathroom. No issue, many of the Park’s bathrooms are open, but I forgot how fun it isn’t to pull up a skirt on sweaty legs. I didn’t want to start running again so I left the Park at 72nd and headed to Target. For years I was jealous of people with Targets for their oreos and other things. A colleague who lived near a big one would bring them in for us So I was tickled to find a giant display at my mini Target. The maple creme and mint were oh so tempting, but I have no portion control when it comes to oreos so they’re banned.
isn’t she pretty!
meet my teenie weenie kitchen
  • Friday: original plan was museum, but when my super called on Thursday to tell me that my landlord had decided to buy a new fridge, I knew that wasn’t going to work timing wise. So once Mr. Fridge arrived and I deep cleaned my kitchen (not fear of COVID from delivery, it just needed it!) I took a quick walk to the grocery store for some staples. Had Peapod on standby for Saturday, and if this had to happen at least it was at a time where grocery delivery was easy.  When I briefly contemplated moving (within the city) to a space with outdoor space and found myself looking at kitchen size. Never a thing before.
hi Balto!
  • Saturday in the Park – I love that song, but it makes me miss Yankee games. Elizabeth and I met up for me to join her for part of her long run and we ran/walked/found Balto and generally explored the Park. The forecasted rain never happened, but it was overcast which made it a lot more manageable. After waiting for Peapod, it was museum o’clock, during which I also saw a colleague I haven’t seen since March 11. I’m OK, but missing people is real. A 30K step day made up for the rest of the week’s inactivity and it was nice to cap it reading by the river. I hadn’t gotten there this week, so that made it doubly nice.
  • Sunday:  lunch with mom & Bob! No idea what else, but I’m sure I’ll find some mischief.

podcasts and reunion runs

I was ridiculously excited about this Sunday’s run for the better part of this month. In fact I was worried about laundry timing (not) rendering a shirt available on time at least a month ago. A live race? A virtual race? Double No. Liz and I “re-creating” our run together on the two-year anniversary of it.

2018 morning run
celebrating post run 2020

Twinning in the buff from Liz’s running club and matching our outfits from 2018 while running at the same time in Birmingham and Manhattan. The major upside to all of this 2020 unsettledness is the creativity that’s emerging. Love whoever posted the high fives early in quarantime as we totally stole the idea.


Also this week: beautiful weather which means sleep and the ability to deal with spoken word on my walks. I cannot have someone talking at me if I’m tired, even if I know I’ll enjoy the content. Monday:  Marcia’s two recent appearances. Wednesday: started but still need to finish Running Rogue’s Run-Life Balance episode. It’s been easy, quarantime essentially means no life outside work and I’m free to run in all the daylight hours, but that will change and I wanted these reminders. Nothing earth shattering, but always good tips. Friday: inaugural episode of Go Ask Ali. Ali Wentworth is a hoot and I was curious to hear about what Brooke Shields would have to say. I’m generally too young to remember her in her acting roles, and as someone who watched a lot of tennis in the 90s, she was always Mrs. Andre Agassi to me. Yes, I realize now that’s so odd and it kind of horrifies me, but I was a kid.


Achieved my quarantime goal of a ponytail. Now debating cutting it all off, or maybe letting it grow. So many decisions. I think the principle driver right now is that I’m not ready to have someone who is wearing a mask but is exposed to people and all the people they’ve been exposed to standing inches from my face. Have you had a haircut yet? Any concerns?

Weekly run down with Kim and Deborah:

Stunning finds just in a sidewalk bed
adventures in Instant Pot continue
post-work pedi
  • never miss a Monday: a gorgeous cool (for August) morning for a few laps of the sun-kissed Great Lawn. When I was talking about Quarantime purchases, I can’t believe I forgot to mention my instant pot! This week’s lunches were artichoke heart risotto, which is among my favorite dishes. This week I doctored the portions with capers and wasabi, which definitely helped with the “I need more kick”. After work was a pedicure. I did the math on three week v. four week and decided the self care was worth it, especially in summer and with the running. This pic was actually later in the week when someone wanted to see the color / tan. oh you weird summer you, but this is a fun outcome.
it isn’t stereotypically pretty, but I love this view
  • Tuesday: wanted more than the five miles possible on the East River, but didn’t want to go to Central Park for the third day in a row, so I did some street/esplanade jiggle for six miles on a beautiful cool morning. When the last mile is the fastest, life is good.
weird clouds.
  • Wednesday: a friend asked for an early morning Zoom. I countered with a walk as this week already felt like a case of ass/chair fusion. Some crazy clouds, but fresh air is always better than more screen time.
just south of 102
  • Thursday: plan was office run group, but schedules rendered that impossible. I hadn’t run in the morning so the sunset run was a wonderful kickoff to a long weekend. Virtually no humidity, a picture-perfect summer evening.
love water towers
and sushi!
  • Friday: sometime early in my current job I learned the phrase busman’s holiday and as someone who is a museum nerd both personally and professionally, it happens all.the.time. I was particularly excited to see Hope Wanted as I have been sorely missing museums over the last six months. The exhibit is a series of photographs that were  both normal and so utterly strange, but it was so great to see an (outdoor) exhibit and see what others saw in lockdown. Elizabeth and I have also talked about museum-ing forever, and that and sushi made for a perfect day “off”. I love what I do, and I’m grateful to be working, but sometimes we need a day off the computer.
hazy sunrise
yep, Fred judging us.
  • Saturday: Elizabeth had 14 on her plan. My legs don’t know what 14 is anymore, and summer returned. I said I was in for six-ish, and that’s what I did complete with a rest by Fred when we both had a case of don’t wanna, but also the cutest cheering squad. Humidity is draining. Came home, recharged myself and gadgets before sitting by the water for a little. Still working through the massive Great Deluge book.
so so true
  • Sunday: I don’t run back to back unless there’s a very good reason. A two-year anniversary of a run with a great friend ticks that box, and I was out early to beat the heat (fail) and run at the same time as Liz was running. The heat wasn’t the problem so much as the awful humidity, and I took it easy and enjoyed watching the park wake up. Wanted to finish smiling (check). Elizabeth and I met up at the end of my run/beginning of hers for a visit/bench crash as my legs were d-o-n-e and we people/puppy watched. Since then a bath and a nap. We’ll see if anything more productive happens in this humidity.


Auschwitz: Not Long Ago. Not Far Away

context, because this former travel blog evolved into a weight loss and running blog over the last decade. I actually thought of reactivating my Tumblr for this instead, but decided this is not a subject which I can stomach trolls on.


Sixteen years ago I was in Prague in January. I didn’t make it to Poland then and deeply regretted not visiting Auschwitz & Birkenau. When I returned to Prague for a summer abroad program in grad school in 2007, Poland was at the top of the weekend sojourn list. That month also included Berlin and Terezin

Much of that blog is lost to a prior crash, but some remains thanks to the Internet Archive:

Some of it will always remain: the raw authenticity of Birkenau, purchasing & reading Night in Krakow while waiting for the train back to Prague.I started this post a week ago but held it until today and in the mean time. I was walking to a meeting on Tuesday and Tim McGraw’s The Book of John came on my iPod:

The Polaroids are just reminders,
You can’t hold life in a three ring binder

In the days before everything had to be photographed “just right” for social media, it was a lot easier to be present. I knew I had this photo and went looking for it, but I didn’t need it to remember the moment.

still haunting, 12 years later

The original caption on that photo, when uploaded to Facebook several years later:

“It’s wrong to say I loved it, but this trip moved me in so many ways. By far the most powerful view at Birkenau. I could see and feel the ghosts, especially after reading Night.”

Like Pearl Harbor, Hiroshima & Nagasaki, I believe Auschwitz is a place that everyone should visit. It is the best way to learn from history. I didn’t do the Berlin Holocaust Memorial as I just couldn’t, but finally made it to DC’s in 2014 and visited Yad Vashem in 2009.


On Thursday morning, May 2, a colleague and I attended the preview of Auschwitz. Not Long Ago. Not Far Away, the largest Holocaust exhibit in the US and:

“the first exhibition to feature major loans of artifacts from the former Nazi concentration camp in occupied Poland, is currently on display in Madrid and has drawn some 600,000 visitors. It will open in New York on May 8 — the date of the Nazi surrender in 1945.”  ~ The Horrors of Auschwitz at a Museum in New York, New York Times.

This exhibit builds in some ways on the museum’s 2014 exhibit, A Town Known as Auschwitz, and, as noted in a review (English) of the Spanish exhibit, seeks to spread Auschwitz’ history to a larger audience.

Auschwitz was more than a death camp, but its German name has become synonymous with hate, fear and death. The exhibit opens today, May 8th, the anniversary of the Nazi surrender. The date that haunted me through the exhibit was that April 30 – the day of Hitler’s suicide – was just a few days before my visit.

They recommended 90m to walk through the exhibit and somehow that wasn’t quite enough. Some of the items on view were expected in terms of what is often found at a Holocaust exhibit or museum: shoes, glasses. luggage left behind by those who were no longer there to use them. The luggage hit me hardest-so many packed as if they would for a short holiday. Seeing the German rail car out front of the museum just brought that home and hard.

I took a few photos, but mostly just took in the information. There is a lot to read and a lot was new to me even as someone who studied the Holocaust. The simplicity of it is what lingers with me a week later.

Powerful words by Charlotte Delbo

Review: Finders Keepers

was: #AAM2018, You’re on Sacred Land AKA the conference blog that was never finished ***.

I think Craig Childs first crossed my radar during my New Mexico trip in 2015. I’ve certainly had House of Rain on my Kindle for some time and as I was sifting through a box of books I got from BookCloseouts in advance of a Memorial Day trip I happened upon Finders Keepers. Since AAM rekindled an interest in the people of the Colorado Plateau, I decided to take it with me. Alas it was a super busy weekend trip and I didn’t get the chance to start it until sitting at LAX for my return flight home. Once I started, I could barely put it down.

What’s the difference between a pothunter and an archaeologist, or a museum curator? That seems to be a primary tenet of Childs’ book, which operates under the question of To whom does the past belong? The book is now somewhat dated (2010) but still extremely relevant and resonant as more and more countries begin to ask for the return of their cultural heritage.

Although it draws significantly from the Native American populations in the southwest due to Childs’ extensive travels in the area, the book also identifies other sources of issues: from well-documented situations such as Marion True and the Getty to the Elgin Marbles and the looting of the museums & other cultural heritage sites in Iraq to lesser known areas such as Guatemala’s Peten. One thing that he didn’t touch on, that I found myself wishing he would was other cultural heritage destruction such as the Bamiyan Buddhas. While that was less archaeology and more acts of war, it isn’t completely dissimilar to the question of what happened in Tibet after Chinese invasion, which he did touch on.

The book is a mix of Childs’ own travels as a younger man where he lived at the intersection of archaeologist and pothunter, historical looks at cases that covered the world, and meetings with members of Native American tribes, museum staff and private collectors.

The Four Corners region was of particular interest to me, as it was really my first interaction with the Native American tribes of the southwest. From the Navajo at Four Corners to the Anasazi I “met” at Mesa Verde.  I didn’t recognize the name San Juan County, but that’s the location of Salmon Ruins, my first introduction to the pueblo people. As horrific as a character he was, I really enjoyed the way Childs recounted the story of Earl Shumway as a lens into pothunters and private collectors. Do they really have a lesser claim because they weren’t working officially on behalf of a museum?

The book doesn’t answer that question, but it leads the reader down the paths to consider the question through the various lenses. As George Johnson noted, and Andrew Vasicek further explored, Childs wasn’t perfect in his own actions and that I believe allowed him to see the good and bad in all the actors involved in dealing with artifacts. Among the high profile and complicated figures he explored was Thomas Hoving, former director of the Met. Hoving admitted his actions weren’t always clean:

“My collecting style was pure piracy, and I got a reputation as a shark,” he wrote, adding that his little black book of “dealers and private collectors, smugglers and fixers” was bigger than anyone else’s. ~ Randy Kennedy

Yet he also shaped the way the Met and many other museums look today. Does the good outweigh the bad, or vice versa? Does anyone know the answer, or will it forever be open for debate?

“Navajo traditions are rife with death taboos and rumors of sorcery-makes sense in the Southwest, where bones are constantly weathering from the ground. The Navajo have learned you don’t touch dead people’s things. They aren’t yours. They just bring trouble. This is the Indiana Jones side of archaeology, the curses and chilling adventure. But in the real world, archaeologists do not believe in curses. They do their jobs.”

Sounds like we could learn a lot from the Navajo.


What made me start thinking about the anasazi and other pueblo people?

The Museum of Northern Arizona‘s new installation Native Peoples of the Colorado Plateau, which we stopped at en route to the Grand Canyon on the first day of AAM.

This newly-renovated, long-awaited permanent exhibition displays the story of ten tribes of the Colorado Plateau: Zuni, Acoma, Southern Ute, Southern Paiute, Hopi, Havasupai, Hualapai, Yavapai and Dilzhe’e Apache, and Diné (Navajo). Through over 350 objects selected by 42 tribal consultants, this exhibition reflects tribal histories, values, and cultures.

The museum’s bookstore was wonderful “trouble”.

I loved that they incorporated so much tribal input, which really set the tone for the conference which highlighted in many ways how we were on sacred, native lands. It’s a difference in perception from the East Coast where we (or at least I?) think of native lands as the contemporary reservations. I really need to adjust that. The Hohoham were honored and mentioned throughout the program, including a moment of silence before one keynote address. I need to read more on them

That was amazing in a conference whose official theme was Diversity, Equity, Accessibility and Inclusion where the tone was set early with the code of conduct and reinforced on arrival with pronouns available for badge holders. I will-eventually-write up the conference. It was amazing to meet MuseumQueer and many other new friends.

Ball court, Pueblo Grande

The ending of the conference was just as amazing as the beginning as I lucked out and got a ticket for the excursion to the Pueblo Grande Ruin and Mesa Grande Cultural Park. I knew this was a somewhat crazy decision as it was 100+, but I felt like this was a trip I needed to do: much like Mesa Verde, it’s amazing to see the Native American history in situ vs. in a museum.

We stopped first at Pueblo Grande where our tour included a walk around the ruins, ball courts, kiva and other pre-Columbian architecture (and amazing desert plants!) I found their canals to be amazing and was wowed that they still contained water whereas the Salt River is mostly dry. Planning for the Phoenix Metro uncovered some of the Hohokam architecture and while Childs didn’t specifically speak of the Hohokam in this book, he talked about the vital role of salvage archaeology as cities evolve and grow. I’m amazed Pueblo Grande is extant in the shadow of Sky Harbor Airport.

finding shade, Mesa Grande

Compared to Pueblo Grande, which is also home to a small museum, Mesa Grande is much less developed. It’s operated as a site of the Arizona Museum of Natural History and due to the lack of indoor space, it’s only open from October to May. It opened in 2013 after a century-long quest to preserve and interpret the mound which was believed to be a religious center for the Hohokam people. We walked around and over the mound (which felt slightly wrong, to be honest) and while we had an amazing guide, I didn’t take in as much as I did at Pueblo Grande as it was just too hot. I understand why it isn’t open in the Arizona summer.

I look forward to returning to the world of the Hohokam and people of the Colorado Plateau either in person or in another book. Besides Childs’ other books, this is definitely sending me down a rabbit hole of more to read on this topic. Just ordered Hoving’s Making the Mummies Dance, which has been on my wishlist for some time. And I need to read David RobertsLost World of the Old Ones and In Search of the Old Ones.



Then and now: Eldridge Street Synagogue

Interior: Museum at Eldridge Street
Interior: Museum at Eldridge Street

“I made a couple of calls and believe the sign will be safe,” she said. And so, for the moment, would be one other vestige of the Jewish Lower East Side.

In reading In Chinatown, Remembering the Origins of a 126 -Year-Old Synagogue I did what I always do and go down a rabbit hole of research.

The Eldridge Street temple, the first synagogue built by Eastern European Jews on the Lower East Side, the was completed in 1887 to the designs of the Herter Brothers, architects. It is the home of Congregation Khal Adath Jeshurun with Anshe Lubtz, another congregation that joined after the building opened.

”An Orthodox synagogue follows the congregation,” Justice Bookson said, ”or the congregation follows the synagogue, because we can’t ride on the Sabbath.”

The Museum at Eldridge Street aka the Eldridge St. Synagogue is one of the prettiest buildings on the Lower East Side and one of the most amazing interiors in the city. It’s sad to think of how far it fell during the time that the Orthodox population of the Lower East Side dwindled. Sad, but not surprising, due to the general state of the Lower East Side in the 70s and 80s.

Justice Bookson noted that the temple’s centennial is close to that of the Statue of Liberty in 1986. ”The immigrants passed by the statue,” he said, ”and came right here to this neighborhood. So we’re right on the mark. Of course, we hope to restore the synagogue with a lot less money.”

After the 90-minute gathering yesterday, after the applause and amens, the sanctuary was empty again. For now, it will remain silent. And waiting.

They did that, and even more.

Never mind the 126 year old Congregation, the Friends of the Eldridge Street Project is older than I am. By the time I started to work with the Museum in 2007, it was called the Eldridge Street Project and was in the middle of the grand reopening. The amazing Egg Rolls & Egg Creams Festival was seven years old and the museum/synagogue was well on the way to being the marquee tourist destination that it is.Kiki Smith’s wonderful window was installed three years later and it seemed as if the restoration was complete in time for the 125th anniversary.

I feel that I’m lucky to work so closely with the museum. I know more about it then the average NYC resident. Maybe even more than the average Culture Vulture, but there’s so much about which I wasn’t aware. The article about the grand reopening is an amazing overview of the building and congregation’s history. We as a city are lucky to still have it as a part of our present.

By the mid-1950s, without funds or a substantial congregation, the main sanctuary was sealed shut; only a remnant of the original congregation continued to use the smaller ground-floor study hall. Then, in 1971, the water-damaged main sanctuary was surveyed with astonishment by Gerald R. Wolfe, a New York University professor, who founded the Friends of the Eldridge Street Synagogue. Fifteen years later, the preservationist and journalist Roberta Brandes Gratz was so taken by its latent promise that she started the Eldridge Street Project, helped obtain its landmark status and began a fund-raising drive that gradually brought the sanctuary back to life.

But what purpose could such a place serve if its religious function and community were gone? Rather than leave it a monument to an earlier faith, the Eldridge Street Project turned the building into a symbol of a contemporary, secular faith. In the 1990s, the synagogue, its renovation unfinished, became a museum, a center, in the words of the Project, “for historical reflection, aesthetic inspiration and spiritual renewal.”

I had no idea of the buildings parallels with a series of tenements in Alphabet City. The history of the Lower East Side is really a connected one. The Synagogue’s own restoration led to the discovery of a mikvah on the adjacent property at 5 Allen St (now a Howard Johnson)

A clay pipe or a pottery shard is a fine day’s work for an urban archaeologist. Celia J. Bergoffen found a bathhouse.

I’m fascinated by the Lower East Side’s history. That’s obvious each time I do one of the Conservancy’s tours (and return for more like I did this past Sunday). I contemplate moving there if I win the lotto, but sometimes I wonder if I like its present as much as its past.

Further Reading:

Review: Hidden Treasures: What Museums Can’t or Won’t Show You by Harriet Baskas

Hidden museum treasures. I am such a nerd. Nerd. NERD. NERD.

and I love it and wouldn’t change it for the world.

Anyway, book #3 of this year: Hidden Treasures: What Museums Can’t or Won’t Show You by Harriet Baskas:

AIDS in New York

My hope is that the spirit and memory of these children with AIDS will live on and not be forgotten. During their brief lives, they suffered. Yet they were loved and cared for, and they became part of our lives. They will remain with us forever. ~ Claire YaffaGo to the New-York Historical Society. I mean you should go anyway, but go see AIDS in New York and Children With AIDS, both of which are open through September. And bring tissues.

I wasn’t sure what to think about this exhibit when I first read the early press materials, but it made me think of how little we hear about AIDS in the news recently. While a cure for AIDS isn’t imminent, it’s certainly not front page news as often as it used to be. I also realized how little I knew about the history of HIV and AIDS although the Patient Zero/And the Band Played On controversy makes for an interesting read.

I am too young to remember the early years of the AIDS epidemic, but I remember it being A Thing while in school. My first clear AIDS-related memory? Ryan White and Magic Johnson.*** I remember thinking he was going to die like the next day. That’s what I understood AIDS to be at that time. There was a lot of scaring going on from teachers, news… I can’t imagine if the internet had been prevalent. But at the same time, AIDS was already changing by then and that’s what scared people. It was no longer a “Gay Cancer” Anyone could get it. I think that’s what scared so many at the time. While Ryan White’s story was a sad one, it’s the reason he’s still a name.

“Some people feel that because [Johnson] has lived on, they can have certain behaviors and live on, too,” said Amelia Williamson, president of the Beverly Hills-based Magic Johnson Foundation. “But his message is, ‘Follow my lead. Don’t make same mistakes I made.’” …. “HIV is not a death sentence, but it’s a life sentence,” said Hydeia Broadbent, 28, who was born HIV-positive to an intravenous drug user. “You’ll be taking pills forever, going to the doctor and fighting for insurance forever.” abc News

“The results were anything but routine. The results not only changed a league, a franchise, a city, and a man. It changed the world.” Rick Weinberg

That was all the 90s though. This exhibit covers 1981-1985, a time when I was barely in school, let alone learning about a sexually transmitted disease. Besides the disease, this exhibit also showed me an NYC long gone. I don’t remember NYC being the “world capital” of the AIDS epidemic, but I also don’t remember bathhouses such as the St. Marks Baths being common. (Interesting read (PDF) on the legal battle around their closures in 1985.) NYC has changed a lot and while the drop in the number of AIDS can be tied to increased spending on research, but I wonder how much it has also decreased due to the change in times. Or maybe times wouldn’t have changed without the AIDS epidemic?

I walked through the exhibit’s galleries and wanted to go back. I was actually one of those pains who kept going forward and backward through the exhibit trying to take it all in, read it all. Digest it all. It was impossible. This happened during my lifetime, yet it was foreign to me. I said as much to a colleague who is a bit older and remembers it well. It was interesting to go through the exhibit with someone who’d lived through it and also to hear the thoughts of others present for the opening. Everyone seemed to have their own story.

“Forty years into the epidemic, people have forgotten or do not know about the US Government’s silence about AIDS.” The Incidental Economist

That was eye-opening to me. My eyes opened, and tears leaked out. While AIDS in New York opened my eyes on an educational level, Children with AIDS (where the header image/quote is from) just made me cry. Children aren’t supposed to die.  That doesn’t happen, except when it does. Painfully, but amazingly recorded in an interview with Yaffa.

“My hope is that the spirit and memory of these children with AIDS will live on and not be forgotten.”

*** Actually in reading back I realized I also knew about Arthur Ashe, the Ray brothers and Elizabeth Glaser, but those don’t stick in my brain the way Magic & Ryan White did. I had to Google them and then went Oh…yeah…. I knew about Keith Haring, but only recently, and I’m pretty sure I had no idea the Brady Bunch dad or Liberace had AIDS though.

I have a lot of reading to do.

I was tweeting (1, 2, 3, 4) until the spam bots got me. So careful not to use the word sex, but I got bots. AIDS bots, seriously?

New books on Mt. TBR: And the Band Played On and Death of the Good Doctor.