In and Around Kendal

The Art of the Peel

Ed Lannert—ever the great student of human behavior—has launched his own personal study of the different ways we human beings peel an orange. First in his exhaustive study: The Bob Paxton Method. (You may wish to take notes.)

Photo by Ed Lannert

All in a Summer’s Day

Photo by Lynn Brady

A study in light and dark, by Carolyn Reiss

Head and shoulders above the rest, by Lynn Brady

Photo by Lynn Brady

Oh, Dear: Dear Deer

Just a couple of guys out for a stroll, by Pete Catapano

Lady in Waiting, by Carolyn Reiss

Photo by Carolyn Reiss

Artist in Residence: The Versatile Art of Cathie Campbell

We spotlight Cathie Campbell’s art this week, with an emphasis on her versatility: conceptual, abstract, realistic, advertising. Her range is as interesting as her “product” is enjoyable.

Cathie’s interest in art began at an early age. A very early age: 2. Well, not really 2 . . . 2 years and 2 months.

By 4, she had advanced to color.

Having studied painting as an undergraduate and a graduate student—and at the School of Visual Arts in NYC—Cathie joined the “Mad Men” industry, using her skills not only for art but for coming up with advertising concepts and then “selling” the idea to clients. Client work included Steinway, AmeriCore, Maxell, and Mailgram. Subaru was another, featuring humor and wit:

As Art Director at Ogilvy & Mather, her ideas for the then-new Charlie perfume were considered shocking by many at the time.

It was so scandalous that Ad Week covered the controversy.

But Cathie’s favorite art is fine arts. And she’s accomplished in many forms.

Abstact

College Blue

Adirondacks

Ravine

Conceptual

Realism

World of Life Island

I Never Knew That

Anesthesia Was Invented after a Laughing Gas Party

Before modern anesthesia, surgery was an agonizing experience. Procedures were done quickly and often with alcohol, opium, or nothing at all. That began to change in 1799, when 20-year-old English chemist Humphry Davy started experimenting with nitrous oxide—better known as laughing gas. Davy didn’t experiment alone. He invited friends to inhale the gas during get-togethers in the drawing room above his laboratory. The effects were immediate: laughter, euphoria, and shifts in bodily sensation all around. Davy recorded these findings and published them in 1800.  These parties caught on across the U.K. and the United States, where ether was favored over laughing gas (the effects were similar and it was easier to obtain). Decades later, in 1844, American dentist Horace Wells decided to try nitrous oxide as an anesthetic for a tooth extraction. Though his early attempts weren’t successful, he inspired a colleague to attempt a similar procedure using ether. In 1846, dentist William Morton successfully demonstrated using ether as an anesthetic, ushering in the first widely accepted form of modern anesthesia.

The first local anesthetic was cocaine.

By the 1880s, anesthetics had already started transforming surgery, but pain control was still limited. In 1884, Austrian ophthalmologist Carl Koller demonstrated that a cocaine solution could numb the surface of the eye, allowing surgery to be performed without pain, and without putting a patient fully to sleep. Cocaine became widely used in medical procedures in the U.S. and Europe. But by 1886, cocaine’s toxicity was coming under fire, with concerns of complications and addiction. At the end of the 19th century, advances in organic chemistry led to safer synthetic alternatives. Early compounds such as procaine helped reduce reliance on cocaine, followed by a wave of new local anesthetics in the early 20th century.

Sourcehistoryfacts.com, Nicole Villeneuve

Contributed by Jane Hart

Art by Hart

Barbara found it unexpectedly challenging to care for her neighbor’s plants

The Shumway kids had already grown tired of summer

Molly was only 23, but with her granny makeup, she could be sure that somebody would give her a seat on the subway

Thornton took his arguments with Stephanie to heart

It wasn’t the first time Len had lost his father’s house keys in a rainstorm

Art and photos by Jane Hart

In and Around Kendal

July Birthdays at Kendal

Photo by Harry Bloomfeld

Evening Sun Through the Smokey Haze

Photo by Amanda Slattery

Birds of a Feather . . . Well, Anyway, Birds

Flight school, by Carolyn Reiss

Standing guard, by Carolyn Reiss

Dining al fresco with Mom, by Susan Yao

Feasting on sunflower seeds, by Amanda Slattery

They’re B-a-a-a-ck!

And a teenager, no less, by Amanda Slattery

He’s B-a-a-a-ck!

Major Andre returned to tell the tail of his Revolutionary War capture, by Carolyn Reiss

A Study in Mushrooms

Photo by Aruna Raghavan

Summertime and the Growin’ Is Easy

The invasion of the creeping vines, by Edward Kasinec

A prize in purple, by Lynn Brady

Workin’ on the River

Photo by Joe Bruno

Out and About

Fellow Traveller

Jane Hart and Steve Price spent a few days in Vermont, visiting family and friends. Staying at the Golden Stage Inn in Proctorsville, VT, they met a fellow guest, enjoying the weather.

Photo by Jane Hart

Picasso, the Rockefeller’s, and Kendal: a Match Made in Heaven

Recently, Kendalites visited the Pocantico Center to see the special docent-led exhibit of all the Picasso tapestries, woven for the Rockefeller’s by master weaver Jacqueline de la Baume Dürrbach, from art created by Picasso (and with his approval).

Photo by Janet Sawyer

Photo by Marianne Bloomfeld

Photo by Marianne Bloomfeld

It’s a Rock. And It Doesn’t Belong There!

Recently, intrepid explorers Marianne Bloomfeld, Ruth Dinowitz, Jan Maier, and Amanda Slattery traveled all the way to the Rockefeller Preserve to find the Glacial Erratic. What’s that? A rock or boulder that differs from the native bedrock beneath it. Millenniums ago, during the Ice Age, a glacier picked up such “foreign” rocks and transported—sometimes hundreds of miles—and dropped them in their current location when the ice melted.

And the Kendal Four found it!

Photo by Amanda Slattery

There was a moment of ecstatic discovery.

Photo by Marianne Bloomfeld

And then the necessity to record the great feat.

Photo by Amanda Slattery

If You Can't Say Anything Nice, Say It with Wit

These insults are from an era before the English language got boiled down to 4-letter words. Continued from last week

“He is not only dull himself; he is the cause of dullness in others.” Samuel Johnson

“He is simply a shiver looking for a spine to run up.” Paul Keating

“He loves nature in spite of what it did to him.” Forrest Tucker

“Why do you sit there looking like an envelope without any address on it?” Mark Twain

“His mother should have thrown him away and kept the stork.” Mae West

“Some cause happiness wherever they go; others, whenever they go.” Oscar Wilde

“He uses statistics as a drunken man uses lamp-posts . . . for support rather than illumination.” Andrew Lang (1844-1912)

“He has Van Gogh’s ear for music.” Billy Wilder

“I've had a perfectly wonderful evening. But I’m afraid this wasn’t it.” Groucho Marx

“The exchange between Winston Churchill & Lady Astor: She said, “If you were my husband I’d give you poison.” He said, “If you were my wife, I’d drink it.”

“He can compress the most words into the smallest idea of any man I know.” Abraham Lincoln

“There’s nothing wrong with you that reincarnation won’t cure.” Jack E. Leonard

“They never open their mouths without subtracting from the sum of human knowledge.” Thomas Brackett Reed

“He inherited some good instincts from his Quaker forebears, but by diligent hard work, he overcame them.” James Reston (about Richard Nixon)

Contributed by Barbara Bruno

I Never Knew That

Last week we learned about when packaged sliced bread was introduced. This week we learn about something mentioned at the end of that article:

The World War II Home Sacrifice That Failed

Early in 1943, with hundreds of thousands of troops overseas fighting Nazi Germany and the Axis powers, Americans were already deep in the daily restrictions of wartime life. Sugar and gasoline were in short supply. Tires and coffee were scarce. Ration books and their stamps were part of life—and most people had learned to live with it.

But then the government came for their bread.

The order came from U.S. Secretary of Agriculture Claude R. Wickard, who declared the sale of sliced bread illegal in Food Distribution Order No. 1.

Rationing had begun in 1942 and now governed everything from food to fuel. Each person was assigned a careful tally of stamps, and those stamps had to be handed over—along with cash—to purchase goods. The idea was simple: The war would get what it needed first, and civilians would learn to live with what was left.

By and large, Americans took this seriously, even cheerfully. They planted victory gardens. They ate more Kraft Macaroni & Cheese. They volunteered to distribute ration books. They patched, saved, reused, and made do. (They also sold tires on the lucrative black market that developed.)

But those same Americans had just gotten used to the soft, uniform, preservative-laden glory of machine-sliced bread, and they were reluctant to have it pried from their hands (hands that were not used to holding serrated knives). Wonder Bread had landed on store shelves in 1930, after the first commercial bread-slicing machine debuted at a Missouri bakery in 1928. Americans ate it up. Literally. 

Wickard’s rationale wasn’t absurd. Getting bread from wheat in the field to perfectly portioned loaves in consumers’ hands required many of the same things that the war effort needed: waxed paper for packaging, steel for slicing machines, milk for baking, and labor. 

The problem was that most bakeries—small shops and commercial factories—already owned slicing machines. Making consumers slice their own bread didn’t save much money, material, or man power. Bakeries found that unsliced loaves didn’t fit in the packaging they had, and consumers were terrible at cutting bread at home, with widespread complaints of waste.

The backlash was intense. After a week the mayor of New York announced that bakeries already equipped with slicing machines could continue to use them, creating instant acrimony between the sliced and the unsliced, the haves and the have-nots.

 By early March the order had unraveled. The government backed down, issuing a statement that the country had a four-month store of wax paper—and that was plenty. Sliced bread returned, and the republic endured.

 

Source: Britannica.com, “Today in History,” Michele Metrych

Art by Hart

FIFA wasn’t the only sporting event on TV

The frizzy weather was playing havoc with Franny’s feathers

Laurel never had to hire a babysitter

Rhetta’s mother assured her that nobody would notice such a tiny pimple

The Selkirk boys were harmless, but they liked to stride into town like a couple of outlaws

Art and photos by Jane Hart

In and Around Kendal

No, Thank You

Well—clearly—he’s not afraid of heights!

Photo by Joe Bruno

A Perfect Summer Day . . .

Photo by Carolyn Reiss

On Duty! Morning Shift

Photo by Edward Kasinec

Out for an Afternoon Stroll with the Kids

Photo by Aruna Raghavan

Wine Berries Begin to Show Their Stuff

Photo by Carolyn Reiss

Returning the Compliment

Last week, Carolyn Reiss captured photographer Ed Lannert on a stroll in the park—doubtlessly with photos to follow. This week, Ed returned the favor. Carolyn and Allie go for a walk—surely photography will ensue.

Photo by Ed Lannert

The Latest Kendal Craze

It began about mid-week. We received a cool picture of a mushroom from Edward Kasinec. Then a few days later, we received a cool picture of a mushroom from Philip Monteleoni. And guess what happened as we were finishing up Res Web for the week! We received a cool picture of a mushroom from Aruna Raghavan. Mushroom photographers of the world, unite!

Photo by Edward Kasinec

Photo by Philip Monteleoni

Photo by Aruna Raghavan