It’s our four month anniversary here at Gina Vivinetto’s Greatest Hits and we’re celebrating it with a whopping 48,000 blog hits! Yay!
Thanks to all of you for visiting GV’sGH.
In Northampton, my girlfriend and I ate every meal at Evolution Cafe, an incredible vegan restaurant.
We ate delectable cupcakes, salads, sandwiches and yesterday we had the most amazing brunch with a vegan “omelette” and home fires that we flipped over. Here are pictures of us enjoying our breakfast:
I was totally psyched to drive to Amherst, the famous college town a few miles away. Amherst is another Western Mass town established in the 1700s. Check out the great old buildings:
Of course, Amherst is also famous for being the home of Emily Dickinson, one of my idols. We took a 90-minute tour at the Emily Dickinson museum, which is in Emily’s house. Dude, I stood in the bedroom where Emily wrote her poetry!
Here’s the back of the house where you enter the museum (it was actually Emily’s father’s house, but she lived there most of her life):
Have you ever wondered what the grounds looked like when Emily – an excellent gardener – came outside and walked around her house? Well, they looked like this:
When we drove out of Amherst, we accidentally stumbled upon a house in West Brookfield with a sign declaring it was the birthplace of Lucy Stone, the famous American suffragist who was the first woman on record to keep her birth name after marrying her husband, the abolitionist Henry Brown Blackwell.
Then we went apple picking! Seriously. This is life in New England. We picked up my cousin Michelle who lives in Three Rivers and drove to an apple orchard in Monson. We actually didn’t get to pick them – there was sign about the crops being light this year – but we bought them and wow, I had forgotten how great freshly picked apples taste.
We also took a stop at a cemetery there to visit our grandparents Hans and Lillian Vogl. We were both mystified as to why Hans’s gravestone had the Americanized name “John” instead. We remembered some people calling him John – it’s the American version of Hans – but I left feeling sad that this man who was born in Munich, Germany and fled to the United States on the brink of World War II should have to lie in a grave in a tiny town in New England under a name that’s not his own.
The other funny thing about the cemetery: Michelle pointed out to me that my grandmother and two of her sisters, Ann and Frances, all have the same birth year on their graves. See, after my grandmother’s mother died giving birth to her 14th child, my grandmother’s father dropped off all the kids at a Catholic orphanage in New Jersey and started a new life (and family) for himself. I heard that a fire at the orphanage destroyed all their records and as a result none of the kids knew what year they were born. The grave stones – now, I’m not sure who decided what year to put, but it wouldn’t surprise me a bit if the three sisters used the same birth year throughout their lives. They were spiritually close, sharing everything (even husbands). In fact, all of the children cared for each other after getting out of the orphanage one by one. I’ve never met a more tight-knit collection of siblings.
We drove back to Boston today, but before catching our flight at Logan, we tooled around Cambridge for a bit. Here is an old building – a church?- that’s right near all the Harvard buildings:
And a great inscription over a Harvard entrance that’s unfortunately not clear in my picture :
It says, “Enter to grow in wisdom.”
The Palazzo Chupi penthouse, part of the gigantic pink mansion built by artist/filmmaker/musician Julian Schnabel in Greenwich Village, has been hit hard by the crumbling real estate market.
Its price has dropped from $32-million to $24-million since last May.
It’s sad and possibly indicative of Manhattan’s changing denizens, from art lovers to culture-less rich brats. Either Schnabel should have sold the place back in the 1990s when owning a big weird pink house designed by a famous artist or a Cannes-adored film director would have had some cachet – or he should have built the place in South Beach where artists and fuschia never go out of style. Knock on wood.
I like to spend a little time each day on ApartmentTherapy.com because I like interior design, but more importantly because I’m an insatiable looky-loo and the site frequently features slideshows of people’s apartments and houses.
Sometimes the site also features architecture as was the case yesterday when an AT blogger posted this pic of “The Dancing House” in Prague, a building designed with no shortage of wit by architect Frank Gehry.
It was built between 1994-1996. “The Dancing House” is just a nickname folks in Prague gave the building. (Others call it the “Drunk House.”) It was originally christened “Fred and Ginger,” for the famous dancing duo Fred Astaire and Ginger Rogers.
It’s a very controversial building. Not all Prague residents are nuts about its unorthodox design although it was fully endorsed by Vaclav Havel, the president of Czechoslovakia at the time. Then again, Havel is a pretty revolutionary guy.