The University of Illinois has had a bell tower with 15 bells since 1920. It is part of Altgeld Hall on the north west corner of the central quad. The chimes weigh over seven and a half tons with the largest bell weighing in at one and a half ton and measures five feet across. There is a Seth Thomas clock that mechanically enables the chime to automatically strike the hours and quarter hour to the tune of the Westminster Chime. This runs continuously day and night.
There is also a clavier or keyboard used to play many types of music from the alma mater to Christmas, to star wars themes etc. It is fun to hear the mini concerts during the lunch hour. Sue Wood is the current chime master. She oversees students from a variety of disciplines who play the clavier each day. The clavier keys are connected to cables that strike the bells when a handle is pushed down about four inches. The longest cable runs 68.5 feet.
My colleagues and I took one of the last tours of the “performing room,” the place where the clavier is located along with a practice keyboard, music and chairs for visitors. We were also allowed to climb the tower to see the bells. I had done the same at Notre Dame in France, these were much smaller.
After escaping Irma and returning home, it was heartwarming to see how the government (federal, state, and local) and private enterprise worked together to prepare for and clean up after Irma. It was also rewarding to see people behave themselves when stress levels are high and gas in limited supply.
Heading back south, we saw convoys of US Army troops. Some of them worked with local police blocking highway exits into areas that were flooded (around Savannah, GA).
We were very fortunate leaving FL on Saturday, before the hurricane hit our area. Traffic moved freely and we had plenty of gas. However, the return was much more frustrating, driving ten hours to go about 250 miles. And with the people came some closed gas stations and lines at others, but we made it back to the Tampa area without any problems.
We were very fortunate as was the area where we live. We had a downed tree that leaned up against our neighbors house but there was no damage. Some other trees were down in the neighborhood and that was about it. I was told that we got somewhere between one to three inches of rain, far less than projected. Our grass had not been cut in three weeks which is nothing compared to people who are still without power nearly ten days later in our hot and humid environment. We are slowly getting back to normal. Children started school after a week’s respite and everyone is back to work around the Tampa area.
Irma was born off the coast of Africa. As she grew is size and strength she immigrated illegally into the United States, other countries as well. First coming to the Florida Keys then boldly going northwest into Florida. She became a large and angry. Not very friendly.
My wife and I originally intended to meet Irma, we live south of Tampa. We stocked up on the recommended supplies. Some of the shelves were empty but we were able to get what we needed.
At the last minute and with great pressure from a daughter, we left before Irma came for a visit, not knowing where we were going to go so we headed north. Another daughter provided us with the Waze app which helped us navigate traffic headed north and a son reserved a hotel for us in Fayetteville, NC.
On our trip north we saw dozens of utility truck convoys headed south. Right near our hotel over a dozen trucks were stationed by FEMA to head south when they got the call. When the call came, sometime on Sunday, September 10, they went to Fort Bragg to pick up trailers filled with water, food and other supplies. One of the drivers I talked with was from Chicago. Below is a picture of a truck from CT.
The Florida governor was giving updates every several hours days in advance of the storm. He provided information of what was being done to help the people and what they should do to help themselves. Based on what I heard and have seen, the state and federal governments were well coordinated in advance. For example, during our exodus, every gas station we visited along US 75 and US 95 had all the gas we needed. Some stations had short lines.
Because of rain in Georgia, problems around Savanna, and flooding in Jacksonville, FL, we are going to head back on Tuesday, September 12. Early reports we have from our neighborhood are that there downed trees, one of them from our yard leaning against our neighbor’s house. We were very blessed with the help of family and friends.
Labor Day is traditionally the “end of summer,” but clearly it is not the end of the hot weather, particularly in Florida. We visited St. Augustine and New Smyrna Beach over Labor Day weekend. The weather was cloudy but hot. It was a nice day to be on the beach. Many people took advantage of the long weekend. Interestingly, Hurricane Irma was on the mind of local residents, even though it was 2,000 miles away and the forecasters were not sure where it is going to land.
Just two days after Labor Day, people are preparing for the worst. Irma, now a category 5 hurricane is headed toward Florida, somewhere. While I was in Sam’s Club, the bottled water supply ran out. People at Home Depot were stocking up on lumber and other essentials. Having moved from the mid-west, hurricane preparation is new to me.
So will the beaches on the east coast of Florida be hit or will the west coast be clobbered. The beautiful picture from Labor Day may soon be a memory. It will depend on Irma.
Summer has many “food seasons.” For example, in early summer there is strawberry season. By mid summer tomatoes are coming into their own along with cucumbers. Late in the summer is sweet corn season. In each of the “food seasons” there are celebrations in some communities focused on the harvest of a particular food. The annual Urbana (Illinois) Sweet Corn Festival is one such venue that draws people in from all around central Illinois and then some. If you love sweet corn this is the place to be.
The machinery is right out of the history books. A steam tractor supplies energy. A cornhusker takes on the tedious work of cleaning thousands of ears of corn.
What you get is hot buttered sweet corn that is out of this world.
This is real butter. Even if you are on a diet, one ear of corn is worth following off the wagon.
How Sweet It Is!
But the festival is more than corn. There are street concerts, food trucks and activities for children. The Urbana Sweet Corn Festival has something for everyone. If you are in the area next August, you may want to add this to your calendar for a fun weekend.
What could be more fun on a beautiful summer evening than an exciting Cubs game at Wrigley Field? The temperatures were in the low 80’s and high 70’s with a light breeze as the sun slowly set over the Chicago skyline. People were getting off at Addison Avenue, walking from neighbor hoods and parked cars. Vendors were selling their wears in the streets and sidewalks and bars like Murphy’s were packed with early arrivers to the game.
The Mariners started out with a home run and a run batted in for each of the first three innings. At the top of the 4th, the Cubs were down 6 to 0, a tough hole to begin the first third of the game. Ironically the Mariners walked two cubs in the 4th and Rizzo struck out with three men on base. At the Bottom of the 9th the Mariners were leading 6 to 3 when the Cubs came to bat. No way could they pull this off, right! Wrong. The Cubs went on to win the game at the bottom of the 12th with a score of 7 to 6.
This was a fun event for family, grandparents and their grandchildren, young and old couples, and friends getting together for a good time. It happens all over the US every spring, summer and fall.
My daughter and son-in-law gave us tickets for opening day of the Houston Livestock Show and Rodeo and it was great. There is so much to do, see, and experience. Anyone traveling near Houston in early March should try to add this adventure to their travel itinerary. There is something for all ages and at all times during the day and evening.
We started the afternoon at 4:00 pm walking the carnival. Here you relive your youth by winning a prize for your significant other, take some rides, be amused and of course, gorge yourself on just about anything you can think of to eat.
We watch small children ride sheep, “Mutton Bustin’.” It was exciting to watch and a little scary for some of them.
Walking into the concert, we had a nice view of the carnival. My wife wearing cowboy (girl) boots which is normal footwear along with jeans and hat for the event.
STAY OUT! DO NOT ENTER! This is the feeling I got when I popped into Washington DC for a day while I was in Virginia for two weeks. I hadn’t been there in a while. In the mid 1970’s I had occasion to do research in the Library of Congress and the National Archives while living in a boarding house near the Supreme Court building. I was also present at the Watergate hearings. For a while I lived in Alexandria, VA in the early 1980’s and worked in DC. The city has so much to offer the world, art, architecture, history, philosophy, music, and good restaurants.
I was really taken aback at my last visit. It felt like an armed camp. The only thing missing were soldiers walking around with automated weapons. Every parking or delivery entrance I passed along the Mall had two types of security barriers. I entered the multi-million dollar waiting room in the capital (built so Harry Reid and the other representatives of the “people” wouldn’t smell the perspiration from the visitors) then was herded into cattle like pathways for and after my security check. The tour was over after we saw three rooms. That was an abomination. Without some prior reading or knowledge of the Capital, visitors would have no idea what they missed. After the tour, I asked the guide why we didn’t see the old senate, the former Supreme Court chambers, the House and Senate chambers. The response, “This is the busy season, we don’t have time.” The only way you can see the House and Senate chambers is with a pass from your representatives/senators, even if they are not in session.
My quick visit to the Library of Congress was no less disappointing. After getting through security I stopped to put on my belt back on. The only thing one could see beyond the book store was the lobby and a Plexiglas enclosed balcony around the rotunda overlooking the reading room. I saw the Gutenberg Bible shoved off to one corner of the lobby in front of what would have been the door leading to the reading room. I remember working in there, going with the librarian to the stacks and walking down some beautiful halls and rooms with great art and architecture.
We took a bus around the mall and I noticed that the road around the Lincoln Monument was closed and partially made into a walkway. The parking lot to the Jefferson Memorial was also closed.
I understand the need for security, but I am left wondering how much impact domestic and foreign terrorism have permanently had on our lives and how much security is used as a shield to keep the people from the US capital. I wonder what the impact is on our representatives and civil servants who are more barricaded than ever behind security that also build barriers to its citizens and visitors. It would seem that this behavior would insulate those from inside the beltway from those they represent and work for outside the beltway.
In light of the recent terrorists attacks in Europe and Africa security in and around Washington, DC has tightened. It is an obvious target for people wanting to damage our cultural icons, destroy our history, our people and our way of life. But this is not the first time in our history that we have lived under attack. I hope to see the day when some of these barriers can come down.