I'll admit that I was a little bit dubious about checking this book out of the library a few days ago. I imagined it would be just another dry account of two men's professional accomplishments. I couldn't have been more wrong. It is turning out to be a fascinating look at one of the United States' most exciting, if also turbulent, eras. Already, I've learned boatloads about the creation of New York City's Central Park, Prospect Park, and, yes, even Yosemite National Park.
I spotted this lovely arrangement a couple of mornings ago through a restaurant window. They're silk, but could easily pass for the real thing. Moments later, I spoke with the restaurant's "events coordinator" who told me that the owners also display a number of floral paintings created by a local artist.
Well, as I noted before, January is the month for much needed repairs and restoration around Colonial Williamsburg. Here, for instance, crews are putting the finishing touches to some erosion control measures around the cabinetmaker's shop. From what I could see, the work included upgrades to drainage systems, paths, and lawn.
This quote in Cadbury's book was in reference specifically to the plight of Jews in Germany in 1938, but it occurs to me as being as applicable to the plight of refugees everywhere.
