RUDIMENTS, pt. 585
('that got flooded too')
Elmira had the Arnot Art
Museum. (I always wanted
to say 'Am So!' or 'Are Too,'
but never got there). This
Arnot guy, along with the
Ogdens, somehow, were
old-time bigwigs in the
town who had done a lot
for establishing it, while
making many millions
off the solid, workingman's
industrial base they also
founded. Before the years
of taxation, they made
squads and wads of money
and, like most of the old
anarchic rich, as the
Wilson years closed
in (about 1912-17,
thereabouts, when income
taxation was introduced),
they sensed the impending
introduction of new tax laws
and new duties that would
be taking their dough from
them, so they started by
moving quickly. Again,
not just here but everywhere
- the rich found new and
instant ways to maneuver
and burrow their money.
They endowed countless
things - Astor Libraries,
Carnegie this and thats,
Arnot-Ogen Hospitals and
Libraries, in Elmira for those
last two. I admit, it was a
pretty fantastic small-city
library, and a great building
too. But their crown-jewel,
in town was the (somewhat
too pretentious looking) art
museum. The Arnot Art
Museum. The town elders
really treasured this stuff,
their stuffy art society, their
monthly art-appreciation
meetings and talks, their
list of speakers and
guest-art-lecturers, etc.
I can only thank the good
Lord that the water stopped
where it did. At their steps.
The temple-like building was
all elevated. Frankly, I'm
not too sure that end of town
could have taken the shock.
-
I marked carefully, to myself,
how even the churn of the river,
unfortunately, somehow seemed
to kow-tow to the monied and
the functioning wealth of the
community. I guess that's why
the poorer types were not there,
(money) and took instead to
those far ore beleaguered
low-section which, as I've
made mention, ended up
looking, after the flood, like
shrapnel. On the other hand,
had some realist, Ash-Can School
painter started painting all these
poor people and their alleys
and tenements and wrecked
homes, he would have become
rich and famous and probably
been proudly exhibited right
there in the Arnot. The funny
had some realist, Ash-Can School
painter started painting all these
poor people and their alleys
and tenements and wrecked
homes, he would have become
rich and famous and probably
been proudly exhibited right
there in the Arnot. The funny
thing about that little museum
- and I frequented it enough,
just to see the traveling exhibits
and passing art items - was
its reputation. You may know
how small museums of
whatever sort, are often
known for their specialties -
this one is heavy in Impressionists;
this one has a good representation
of colonial-era Americana, etc.
The Arnot Art Museum was
know for its top-heavy
collection of 150 year old
or so 'medical' paintings.
Hard to explain, yes, but
there was a certain strain
of academy art in the far
earlier days that 'illustrated'
- quite artistically and
with professionalism, let
me add - paintings of
operating room, amphitheater
surgeries. There would be
precisely detailed and nicely
drafted scenes of the operation
underway, the medical students
peering in, from above, the
surgeons in their smocks, the
vials, the tubes, and, on the
face of each doctor or assistant,
the looks of wonderment and
awe that early medical work
must have given. There's an
entire school of this art, and
the Arnot Museum had lots of
it, on permanent display, and
once or twice, as well, traveling
once or twice, as well, traveling
installations of 12 or 20 or more
paintings which stayed for a month
or two. (Thomas Eakins, 'The Gross
'Clinic' was one example that came
through; named for a Doctor Gross,
not because it was deemed gross).
Quite the thing, it all was.
or two. (Thomas Eakins, 'The Gross
'Clinic' was one example that came
through; named for a Doctor Gross,
not because it was deemed gross).
Quite the thing, it all was.
-
I remember, some days later, in
the immediate post-flood days,
after all real fury had passed,
the immediate post-flood days,
after all real fury had passed,
being atop the standing walkway
of one of the bridges, the one that
remained and stayed open, and
looking down at the still racing
and churning water, doing its
passing eddy-dancing. The wall
marker read something of 22 feet,
at that point, a few days after
crest, where a usual flow was,
maybe 8 or 9 feet. I, nor anyone
else, really knew what to make
of this - time had been warped.
Would it still take another 5 or 7
days for the rest of New York State
above us to empty its overflow
into these still-building waters?
Was there to be no end? Would it
just gradually receding, lessening
by some hour at a time? It was a
very strange time, and we'd still
catch strange things running
down with the flow. Where they
all ended up, we didn't know. My
friend Mary Kay, an Elmira native,
having grown up just two blocks
or so off the river, in the direction
of Wellsburg, said she'd not faced
this her entire life, and didn't know
what to make of it. None of it.
-
There were problems abounding,
things you'd never think of. The
gas stations, many of them, had
become contaminated - beside the
flood waters, etc, the underground
tanks were suspect, water in the
gasoline was the big rumor. 'Even
if they're open, don't buy local, it'll
wreck your engine...' The rumor
mill had started. There were tales
of people opening a closet door,
and a cadaver popping out, with
water too. Bodies were said to
have been seen floating along
this or that street. Marauding
bands of thieves were entering
and raiding anything not still
inhabited; nothing was safe,
watch yourself, look for
strangers, keep a gun at the
ready. It got crazy real soon.
Every nutty rumor there was.
Every nutty rumor there was.
'Dead' and 'Missing' people
were being found everywhere.
The local newscaster/weatherman
- and bus driver - Vince Murphy,
was fired for saying on air that
on his bus route back and forth
to Binghamton (75 miles east)
he'd seen Jesus in the sky and
clouds, and Jesus had told him
not to worry, and to spread the
word that all would be OK and
Elmira would recover.
-
Back at home, on my Pennsylvania
farmland acreage, 21 miles off, all of
this went fairly unheeded. Nothing had
really happened or been displaced in
those parts, and the local farm people
didn't like Elmira or those who lived
there anyway. I'd gotten used to
seeing these local folks coming back,
after a day or a long afternoon in
Elmira, all fired up and frazzled
about the 'pace' of that 'city life,'
and how they'd never be able to
live like this and they had no idea
how the people there tolerated it.
(Of course, they were imagining a
scenario that didn't really exist).
Anything that may have happened
there, Agnes flood or not, the
people who lived there were seen
as probably deserving it. That was
the sort of over-arching and stern
judgmentalism which the local
sort of harsh Baptist and ruritania
country-church people prompted.
Not good, I thought.
And it didn't hold up.
-
One thing for certain to say about
Elmira - from the Henry Ward
Beecher to Mark Twain and
who else connection - was that
it had been a bastion, a hot-point
of Abolitionist sentiment in the
big hey-day of all that. If Harriet
Beecher Stowe's 'Little Eva' had
to live somewhere, Elmira could
have easily been her home. I
always put that sort of town
sentiment up against any of that
still-weirdly twisted sentiment
the likes of which had people
saying, of Elmira, 'they deserved
it.' Boy that used to irk me, and
you still hear some of that rap
about modern day ills, from
TV preachers and pulp-book
pulpit ghouls. I, in contrast, was
always proud of Elmira, and that
Beecher church and statue right
in the middle of town.
-
Oh, yes, that got flooded too.
always put that sort of town
sentiment up against any of that
still-weirdly twisted sentiment
the likes of which had people
saying, of Elmira, 'they deserved
it.' Boy that used to irk me, and
you still hear some of that rap
about modern day ills, from
TV preachers and pulp-book
pulpit ghouls. I, in contrast, was
always proud of Elmira, and that
Beecher church and statue right
in the middle of town.
-
Oh, yes, that got flooded too.
No comments:
Post a Comment