Early in the day, we made a
Mother's Day visit to Cavalry Cemetery. If you're a Catholic living in the East
End, you're pretty much destined to end up there. It's very old, and has many
impressive monuments. Quite likely, there are also members of the Hoeftman side
of the family around. But the office is closed, surprisingly. I'll catch my other realtives next time around. It's not as if they're going anywhere.
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| Patricia's grandmother Anna (Anastasia) and my grandmother Agnes were sisters. |
It still seems odd to see
big-box retailers in the neighborhoods. They clog traffic a bit, but overall I
think it's a good thing. Convenient shopping will help attract people to live
in town, and not encourage sprawl.
After lunch, we went over to
the Frick Museum, to see their exhibit on ancient Persian ceramics. Later, I did
the tour of the house museum, Clayton.
It was the home of Henry Clay Frick and his family. It has all the accoutrements you'd expect in the home of a Victorian captain of industry, and a few extras. Their Orchestrion is one of only four of its size still in existence. My favorite touch was in Helen Clay Frick's room, which was decorated to show her childhood. They unearthed one of her early copybooks, which involved the adventures of a piglet. "Run, little pig!" Presumably H.J. Heinz was coming to visit, and might have made him into sausages.
It was the home of Henry Clay Frick and his family. It has all the accoutrements you'd expect in the home of a Victorian captain of industry, and a few extras. Their Orchestrion is one of only four of its size still in existence. My favorite touch was in Helen Clay Frick's room, which was decorated to show her childhood. They unearthed one of her early copybooks, which involved the adventures of a piglet. "Run, little pig!" Presumably H.J. Heinz was coming to visit, and might have made him into sausages.
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