Where were we . . . ?
Ah, yes. We were speaking of Stone City.
After spending more than three weeks now cleaning out this old farmhouse, I sometimes feel like the last man alive on earth. Occasionally, I have bumped into a photograph of one of the dead that seems interesting and have posted it on the other blog without comment.
I can report this. If you are the last person alive on earth, you are not highly motivated to blog. I mean, if you are the last person alive on earth, what is the point of blogging? But now, having read some your kind comments on previous entries after logging in here for the first time in a while, I realize that I am not the last person alive on earth. Maybe.
Back to Stone City for whatever it is worth.
This is the Stone City General Store today. The date on top is 1897. It has been through many incarnations. Years ago I saw Leon Redbone live there, one of the more entertaining and intimate concerts that I have ever attended. Now, it is a restaurant upstairs and a bar downstairs . . . for now.
This is the rear of the general store as seen from across the river. The piers from the old bridge are toppling over. The new bridge is out of view immediately to the left. You can get drunk on that lower balcony on a hot summer afternoon and topple into the river yourself if you chose. The river is normally much higher. There has been a drought.
Here we have Grant Wood’s painting entitled Stone City 1930. The original hangs in the Joslyn Art Museum in Omaha, I think. I have never held out this blog as a reliable source of any information. In any case this is a good example of the Regionalist style he is noted for. He did spend his obligatory time as a young man in Paris doing derivative impressionist paintings. I have seen those. They are in the Cedar Rapids Art Museum, the only museum that would think of hanging them. The Stone City General Store is the building on the right end of the bridge in this painting.
Earlier I said that I have decidedly mixed feelings about this style, but what the last man alive on earth thinks about the art of Grant Wood is of no relevance whatsoever.
It is called Stone City because a beautiful white limestone has been quarried there since time immemorial. This is the adit of one of the working shafts in the limestone cliffs today. Stone City limestone is shipped all over the world.
This is the old Catholic Church in Stone City that is now closed, which was constructed of that limestone. My public vow that I would never publish another photo of a church in this blog applied only to Mexican churches of course.
This is the fireplace in this old farmhouse that my mother and father constructed using that same limestone many years ago. I have been amusing myself by burning certain books that I have always detested in this fireplace over the past several weeks. The last man alive on earth has that perogative. Some books stay on the shelves. Some books go into the fire. The last man alive on earth also has the perogative of putting his own portrait above the fireplace.
The last man alive on earth is now exhausted what with all this typing.