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Showing posts with label Florence. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Florence. Show all posts
Saturday, March 25, 2017
Friday, June 10, 2016
HAPPY 28TH ANNIVERSARY, SWEETIE
JUNE 11, 1988, TWO NE OHIO KIDS TIE THE KNOT
It's been an epic journey:
First house
Law School graduation
First professional jobs
Promotions
Resignations
Home remodeling and refinancing
A book co-authored and published before we were 30
The passing of both our father's, near age 80
A miracle move to Miami, the Magic City
Elections won
Elections lost
1920s house upgrade to modern wheelchair access
Trips all over Spain
Visits to Florence, Italy
Annual pilgrimages to NYC
Spiritual journeys to the heart of Monument Valley
Audiences with celebrities, murderers and Kings
Flights to Colombia on a whim
Too many surgeries and rehabs to count
Turning gray haired
Caring for a herd of donkey in central Ohio
Presenting at top-flight universities
Endless battles to protect and enhance the civil rights of people with disabilities
Awards
Car thefts
Last second dashes through torrential rain to claim the last half price seats of a Broadway show
Nightly visits from ghosts South of Granada
John's dog Brutus
Puchy, the angel dog
Honey Bear, the Princess of Siam, our Siamese rescue cat baby
It's been an epic journey:
First house
Law School graduation
First professional jobs
Promotions
Resignations
Home remodeling and refinancing
A book co-authored and published before we were 30
The passing of both our father's, near age 80
A miracle move to Miami, the Magic City
Elections won
Elections lost
1920s house upgrade to modern wheelchair access
Trips all over Spain
Visits to Florence, Italy
Annual pilgrimages to NYC
Spiritual journeys to the heart of Monument Valley
Audiences with celebrities, murderers and Kings
Flights to Colombia on a whim
Too many surgeries and rehabs to count
Turning gray haired
Caring for a herd of donkey in central Ohio
Presenting at top-flight universities
Endless battles to protect and enhance the civil rights of people with disabilities
Awards
Car thefts
Last second dashes through torrential rain to claim the last half price seats of a Broadway show
Nightly visits from ghosts South of Granada
John's dog Brutus
Puchy, the angel dog
Honey Bear, the Princess of Siam, our Siamese rescue cat baby
Thursday, August 13, 2015
DEAR GRANDFATHER:
PLEASE LET GIMPS IN THE DOOR
by heidi johnson-wright
As a wheelchair-using gimp girl, I sometimes hear folks say
the reason a place is not accessible is because it’s historic. Statements like
“It’s one of those older buildings constructed under standards in force years
ago.”
What they mean is it was built back when gimps were safely
tucked away in institutions or kept hidden in the back bedrooms of family
homes. You know, like the simpler, gentler era depicted in Norman Rockwell’s
art: a time when families sat down together every night at the dinner table and
the worst trouble little boys got into was dipping girls’ pigtails in inkwells.
Page through Rockwell’s illustrations in a book or online and you’ll be
hard-pressed to find gimps included in his rosy vision of an America that never
was and never will be.
Perhaps you’ve heard someone say that a building doesn’t
have to be accessible because it’s been “grandfathered.” When I hear that word,
at first I picture a kind, gentle older man who loves to go fishing and hands
out candy to his grandkids.
But then I remember it doesn’t mean that at all. It’s really
an excuse to avoid letting gimps in the door. And a pitiful excuse, at that.
The ADA is a civil rights law, not a building code. You can’t deny folks their
civil rights simply because you’ve been denying their rights for so long, it’s
magically okay to keep denying them. To follow that twisted logic would mean
allowing racially segregated lunch counters to remain segregated because that’s
how it’s always been.
Creating access in older buildings is often a matter of a
couple factors. Are the decision makers in charge truly committed to creating
an inclusive community and are the architects and engineers up to the task?
Take for example, the Uffizi Gallery in Florence, Italy. It’s
one of the most celebrated art collections in the world. It includes
masterpieces by da Vinci, Michelangelo and Botticelli that will make you drunk
with joy. And it’s really, really old. It was completed in 1581 for Cosimo I de' Medici, who
was not exactly known for being a proponent of disability rights. And yet, the
Uffizi is exquisitely accessible to wheelchair users, and proud of its touch
tours for people with visual impairments. The elevators and ramps are not big,
ugly and awkward. They fit seamlessly into the structure, never taking away
from the beauty all around.
How can this be? Shouldn’t they have told gimps, “Sorry,
you’ll never see Botticelli’s Primavera because, like, the Uffizi is just too
old. And, oh yeah, it’s grandfathered.”
Am I ever glad they didn’t. I’ll take Botticelli over Normal
Rockwell any day.
http://earthboundtomboy.blogspot.com/2015/07/dear-grandfather-please-let-gimps-in.html
Tuesday, October 2, 2012
TUSCANY -- ABBEVILLE PRESS -- PART 6
PHOTOGRAPHS BY SONJA BULLATY AND ANGELO LOMEO. TEXT BY MARIE-ANGE GUILLAUME
Guillaume also recounts the Florence-based relationship
between famed writer Henry James and his host (and fellow writer) Constance
Fenimore Woolson (grand niece of Fenimore Cooper.)
"Here, I have attained that old-world feeling I used
to dream about, a sort of enthusiasm made up of history, mythology, old
churches, pictures, statues, vineyards, the Italian sky, dark-eyed peasants,
opera-music, Raphael and old Michael....Perhaps I ought to add Henry James. He
has been perfectly charming to me for three weeks," penned Fenimore
Woolson, referring to Michelangelo as old Michael.
Guillaume's keen sense of storytelling -- coupled with
Bullaty's and Lomeo's artistic capturing of said vineyards, statutes, churches,
peasants and haystacks -- make Tuscany a must-have travel book.
WWW.ABBEVILLE.COM $45
Monday, October 1, 2012
TUSCANY -- ABBEVILLE PRESS -- PART 5
PHOTOGRAPHS BY SONJA BULLATY AND ANGELO LOMEO. TEXT BY MARIE-ANGE GUILLAUME
The cathedral of Siena is portrayed in varying displays
that show its pure beauty, its scale against the cityscape, its exquisite
detailing in close up and its commanding view over the historic town and out
into the countryside.
In telling the tale of Michelangelo's endless days of
work in Florence and other parts of Italy, Guillaume shares the delicious quote
by the artist himself: "I am bruised, exhausted, worn out: such is the
fruit of my efforts; death is the inn where, having paid my dues, I'll have bed
and board."
WWW.ABBEVILLE.COM $45
TUSCANY BOOK REVIEW CONTINUES
TOMORROW -- OCTOBER 2
Sunday, September 30, 2012
TUSCANY -- ABBEVILLE PRESS -- PART 4
The full-color book is divided into chapters on: The Lure
of Tuscany; The Land; Springtime and Gardens; Trees and Vineyards; Florence,
Siena, and Pisa; Faces; Hilltowns and Abbeys; Marble; Windows and Doors; and
The Coast.
Along with all the expected shots of the Ponte Vecchio,
Palazzo Vecchio and Duomo, the Bullaty-Lomeo team's keen eye produces a
haunting image of white grave markers making a brilliant geometric pattern at
the American cemetery near Terme di Firenze.
In Siena, an aerial shot captures the enormity of the Piazza
del Campo while a brilliant small image depicts two children, barely tall
enough to walk, enjoying the fabled public plaza.
WWW.ABBEVILLE.COM $45
TOMORROW -- OCTOBER 1
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