THE MARK TWAIN ZEPHYR COMES TO GRANITE CITY!

A few days ago driving into Granite City riding over the train yard when I spotted a streamlined stainless steel Zephyr.

HOLY CATS, I squealed, IT'S A ZEPHYR!

A three car Zephyr (this is one of three Zephyr's ever made), looking oddly slim from 200 feet away. I saw a side road and within a few moments I was parked about 20 feet from it.

It's about five feet wide and practically demolished.

Curious as to why it was parked in Granite City (and worried it was headed to the Granite City Steel Scrap yard), I googled. Click on the title above and read about how it will be part of the downtown Granite City redevelopment (and one woman's sly comment about using TIF's correctly)! Interesting, I never realized G.C. didn't have a newspaper. I emailed the Mayor of Granite City yesterday asking for permission to photograph what's left of the interior. I would have climbed in but I was only with Beau and (once again) on private property.

Click on the Granite City tag below this post and scroll down for photos of an abandoned downtown Granite City.

For an understanding of just how skinny the train is, note Beau (canine) towards the lower right of the train for scale.


Boarding doors:



Nose of the train with etched Mark Twain signature. The holes above are where a bronze bas relief of Samuel Clemens was once bolted.

Will it be restored to this?

The shovel-nose front which is missing in the above photo was designed to quickly remove cows from the train tracks and looked like this:


THE ZEPHYR IS CURRENTLY OWNED BY BEN BUTTERWORTH, http://midamericarailcar.com

I SEE BUDS...

Every single time I look at this image I think of a flower then my brain chatter goes into high idle with:

"I see Bud because I want to. I see Bud because he can't hide the good inside of him. I see Bud because he makes me feel like Lynn Bracken and not some Veronica Lake look-alike who fucks for money. I see Bud because he doesn't know how to disguise who he is. I see Bud for all the ways he's different from you."

ST. LOUIS BRICK CONFIDENTIAL

Ah, the elegance!

I wondered if there was a term for bricks turned in this manner so I e-buzzed the exquisite Dave Lewis with my question:
Dave, since we were once madly in love and you still publicly acknowledge me by calling me your Ex, could you kindly tell me if there is a name or term for the way these bricks were placed?

His response:
Well, sort of. This is just ornament; creative use of regular brick. Brick standing on end and showing the sides are called "soldiers", so you might well see a "soldier course" laid up in a wall. Brick laid on end with the full, flat (largest) side showing would be a "sailor", but these are far less common.

So I think these would be soldiers, since the whole side is showing, but not the full flat face. It does add some elegance to the structure, don't you think? Ohhhh, those shadows are soooo important! I wonder if the architect took the orientation of the building into account.

Steve Wilke-Shapiro, care to comment?


I'll always love you Dave (while coveting your Jadeite collection, Oh, Mama!

GREEN GARAGE

Oh dear, the dreaded cinder block garage! Painted green to blend in with all things outside?

In the late 50's my 'rents made a cinder block garage on 3964 McDonald. My sister was three at the time and tethered to a yard pole in a harness while the 'rents carried shingles up to the roof.

She wasn't digging the tethered business, took off her clothes to get the harness off and was brought home naked by a cop. (Know this: it doesn't run in the Fam and I've never been brought home naked by a cop. Can't touch this!)

Oh wait, my favorite story about her was when she was three and wearing diapers! She was running circles around the chair our dad was watching TV in when the diaper fell off. He didn't notice but she did. As she completed the next circle on the track, she tripped over the soiled diaper, picked it up and tossed it and (you guessed it) it hit my dad in the face!

There's Beau in the right hand corner getting ready to lift a hind leg while checking to see if I'm watching.

TERRA COTTA FLEUR-DE-LIS!

How's this for astonishing?

Brick cornice on 39 Juniata with brick dentil molding and terra cotta fleur-de-lis.

PAY DAY

Hunting down cool stuff is one of the things I enjoy most in life. I travel to dank sections of IL to find it: weird church and odd yard sales in towns where the buildings are never over two stories tall.

I supposedly make my living on Ebay and Etsy. It's not a good living because I don't work at it. I spend a lot of time involved with many other projects: volunteer projects that are critical to my political theory. Consequently, I'm always broke. Always.

I don't have a savings account or a retirement fund. But that's OK, I do get to stay at home with Beau and garden in better weather.

Here's a view of a small part of my garden last summer:

Since I don't work as much as I should, things pile up in the basement:

The very basement that was supposed to have housed my painting studio.

But hunting down the stuff is exciting, especially when I find something (like I haven't found enough?) that I know will sell on Ebay. I feel obliged to search and rescue.

This is how I've been making a 'living' for the last 13 years. I have a talent for it, an ability to recognize an Eva Zeisel dish, Victorian Vulcanite, Papageno pottery, Miriam Haskell jewelry, Marimekko fabric, Dorothy Thorpe glass, Jens Quistgaard Rosewood or a George Nelson slat table.



I've a reverence for vintage textiles! Coats made of wool that were woven on upright looms:

Vintage handmade quilts (just sold this on ebay for 100.00)

Vintage early 70's patch leather coat worn by Shaft's girlfriend:

Vintage 50's Smoking jacket:

And this rare find, a vintage 40's acetate Reyn Hawaiian bowling shirt:


I get to admire this stuff while it's in my possession. I rarely get attached to any of it - it's stuff. But it's the stuff of historical significance. Of a time when design was a consideration, the construction was a point of pride and the quality unrivaled today. Wool was actually woven on looms in this country from the sheep that were raised here!

Here's a little lesson, kiddens. A man's shirt from the 50's had ample facing; so much in fact that the button holes were horizontal. Look at the shirt you are wearing right now. The button holes are vertical, right? That's due to corporate greed.

But that's a post for another day.

I'll be doing a basement sale in a month or two and will post it here.

FOR WHOM THE TAIL WAGS

Click on the title above.

PLASTER - A FIELD IDENTIFICATION GUIDE

Due to a recent crack in the roof the interior plaster abdicated (exit stage south) allowing me to snatch this prize. And it's the only prize, tell you what.
New roof: 2,900.00.
Plaster repair: 200.00.
And then I get to repaint it. Oh boy.

Pebbles in the mix:

Click on the photo to enlarge. Can you see the horse hair? It was used to help bind the plaster to the lathe

FLOWERS FROM DALE SWEET

Dale came to dinner and bought this bouquet.
Anyone out there know what the purple-back leaves are? The color is truly that intense.

41 HARTFORD BRICK DUPLEX

Hmm. I've always thought this house was a duplex until this moment of typing. It's because of those double porches. I've always assumed that was two interior doors inside with one that led upstairs.

Aha, two mail boxes!

Sweetness. That's the original arched wood door with a half halo of bricks on the top and a door cornice!

I love the way the little arch on the bottom of the porch resonates with the overall design. Mel told me she saw a frozen stream of water 'pouring' out of it a few weeks ago.
Solider course bricks along the top of the porch wall and check out the range of colors to the bricks. Yummy.

COPPER ROOF

I love this copper roof on 40 Hartford!

Once it gets that patina it's sealed for life. No repairs. Just walk away, Renee.

POETIC BRICK WALL

I like to pretend that the builder wanted to show off his appreciation for these bricks by creating this wall sculpture just for me to enjoy along with him. Chances are these were surplus bricks bought at a discount.

I don't care. I am digging the wall like a big bad dog with a bone!

Spotted in Arnold at a low rent strip mall.

RILEY'S WALL FELL DOWN

Riley's, corner of Arsenal and Arkansas in TGE.
What's behind the face bricks (or not).

DAMN, dude! Tossing bricks on the roof?
Seriously, I watched as the guy threw bricks over the tiles onto the roof.


DOUBLE DAMN, dude! Don't place that ladder on the falling wall! Go above the coping tiles and use a ladder stabilizer on this windy day!


Plaster lined chimney chase

38 HUMPHREY

I keep trying to imagine what the original woodwork looked like before it was demoed.

Killer brick work: corbels and cornice


Phenomenal glazed white coping tiles.

As I was taking this last photo the owner of the building pulled up. We chatted. I asked her if she did that vinyl siding, she said she'd never really noticed it and that the guy she bought it from 'fixed' it.

Glazed white bricks are crumbling in TGS

I've noticed many glazed white bricks are spalling in TGS. I haven't noticed this happening with the other color glazed bricks.

This is what is occurring: Rain gets in behind the fired front through the mortar joints. The expansion of freezing water breaches the top surface of the brick, leaving the inner surface exposed. The interior of these bricks were not fired and are beginning to crumble. With the surfaces opened up to water, and they will act like big sponges. They will eventually crumble completely.

How can these bricks be repaired?

Here's a photo of Gen Obata's porch in TGH that he just emailed for illustration.

ILLUSTRATED TRIANGLES

Head

Ear

Foot pad