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I'm down with Gustav Stickley "The Lyf so short,
the Craft so long to Lerne"
I know I am in good company, historically speaking, when I read this on the copper fireplace hood in designer Gustav Stickley's NJ home. The quote is originally from the work of Geoffrey Chaucer but it reminds me of why I strive, struggle and sweat. Sometimes I may even turn a blue phrase or two learning my "craft". During my childhood, I learned many songs by ear on my triola, pennywhistle, flutophone, and recorder. In a regrettable public school decision, I was marginalized to the flute. I then slid down that slippery slope towards the Highland bagpipe as a result of over listening a Royal Scot's Guard cassette tape. My solo career in the EUSPBA amateurs took me to grade two before I stopped to have a family.
My mother told me that my great-grandfather out of Ireland, Thomas Patrick Greengrove, was an unsavory type of street busker who would jig and cut paper dolls while he danced. I believe this was sometime around the early 20th century in Newark, NJ. At the conclusion of his street act, he would give the strip of paper dolls to the most generous contributor in the audience. Being related to this person does not surprise me. Or perhaps it has changed me, having heard the story.
My mother also told me about my Great-great-grandfather out of Nuremberg, Germany named Bernhard Schneider. He was raised in an orphanage and educated to become a monk. To avoid induction into the German army to fulfill the obligation of a wealthy man's son, Bernhard emigrated to the U.S. He joined the Freethinkers movement and became an interior designer, not unlike Stickley in that small respect, although he catered to the Astor family and others of the haute monde in New York City. Being related to this person also does not surprise me. Or perhaps it has changed me, having heard the story.
According to local legend, I have produced paintings, drawings, graphic design, woodwork, metal work, fashion design, costumes, crafts, sculptures, animal assistance devices, dirigibles, cake art, and more things I cannot name here, since birth. Inevitably, this joyful persistence in mess-making led down the path to art school in Brooklyn, New York.
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