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NGA e-NewsletterSign up to get our latest photos, trip sweepstakes, and videos in your email in-box. Jan Bohuslav Sobota died on May 2nd of 2012 and this is my remembrance of this fine man who was a friend and mentor to me. Each autumn, salmon return to the rivers of their birth a€“ there to spawn and once again trigger a renewal of the eternal passion play.
Salmon that do eventually arrive at their destinations must once again compete a€“ this time for mates and to fight for access to the precious and very limited gravels.
The profligate expenditure of life and extravagant wealth of biology is there everywhere to behold, as Death dances lightly among the gathering throngs of fish, picking and choosing from among them; who from their number shall successfully spawn and who shall just be food for the gathering predators and scavengers. Spend a day in silence, walking among the spawning salmon, as they dig spawning redds, jockey for position and slash at competitors with those gaping, snaggletoothed, hooked jaws. Jan Bohuslav Sobota has died, while half a world away; I was preparing these etchings of Spawned Salmon and dedicating them to Jan, the lover of fish. The book you hold in your hands has evolved from my simply giving these etchings a second life in book form, to my using them as a vehicle for honoring a friendship of three decades. In 1985, Jan and I had been corresponding for some months without ever meeting a€“ all quite distant and correct. A short bit of background on Jan Sobota to begin, but fear not; Ia€™ll soon be spinning anecdotes and thoughts on books as art a€“ celebrating Jana€™s life of course, telling a few stories out of school, but also straying into the personal and speculative in search of the meaning to be derived from the life and death of a friend. Jana€™s father was a serious bibliophile and collector of fine books, who nurtured that same love of books in his son a€“ an appreciation that steadily grew, until he was apprenticed to master bookbinder Karel A ilinger in PlzeA?. The pivotal event in Jana€™s early life as a book artist was the posthumous retrospective exhibition of fellow Pilsener, Josef VA?chal in 1969. Jan supported a family, sponsored workshops, exhibited widely, did conservation work on rare historic books, ran a gallery a€“ and on it went. What Jan did for contemporary bookbinding, was to act as a bridge between the traditionally trained masters of the past and innovators of the present. America was a great place to be a book artist in the early 1980a€™s precisely because it was an active zone of hybridization and hotbed of creativity. An instructive contrast to the anything-goes US scene was the icy reception I got when I showed a wooden box containing loose sheets of poetry and etchings to a Prague publisher. Neither Jan nor I had much interest in the book-like objects that often sneak into the museums as book arts a€“ the carved and glued together things that sorta, kinda have a bookish aspect to them a€“ rough-looking a€“ perhaps chain-sawed Oaken boards or granite slabs, slathered in tar and lashed together with jute; but lacking text. When Jana€™s books went beyond function, conservation or decoration, they were subtle statements about binding and the place of books, knowledge and art, as well as statements about the dignity inhering in the handcrafted - with a good dose humor.
There are others who know their conservation and those, whose scientific contributions are far greater, but few of them are also artists at heart. It can sound so pedestrian, these eternal compromises between art and craft, yet what Jan represented was not at all common.
There is an inflection point at which exceptional craft begins to make the transition to art and it is closely associated with surmounting the limitations inhering to the discipline. Visiting with Jan in his workshop you quickly realized, that he did what a professional must, but ultimately, he just loved messing about with books. A curiously protean hybrid of artist and craftsman, ancient and modern, one cannot think of Jan without seeing an unabashed Czech patriot in a foreign land. Early on in their stay in Cleveland, the Sobotas experienced the quintessential American disaster. Even after their medical debts were retired, money was still an issue for a family of immigrants with three kids a€“ two with special needs.
Later on, when they were living in Texas, the massacre at Waco opened Jana€™s eyes to yet another difficult side of his adopted home. In 1979, I apprenticed with Jindra Schmidt, an engraver of stamps and currency, living in Prague.
Schmidt had engraved stamps for Bulgaria, Iraq, Ethiopia, Albania, Guinea, Vietnam and Libya.
In 1992, Jindra Schmidt was honored for his contributions and depicted on the last stamp of a united Czechoslovakia, before it split into Czech and Slovak republics a€“ a fitting tribute. Unlike most children of immigrants, my destiny remained connected to that of my parentsa€™ homeland. My vocation as artist clarified itself in Prague while learning the increasingly obsolete skills of steel engraving. My first book was indeed, modeled after VA?chal, even to the extent of its diabolical subject matter.
Jan showed me a great deal in the following years about the tradition of books as the meeting place of art, craft and ideas a€“ where printmaking intergrades seamlessly with the worlds of language, typography and illustration. One can like these things just fine and admire them from an uncomprehending distance, or you can become engaged. The book you hold was to have been a simple reprint of the Spawned Salmon a€“ something fun for Jan to work his magic upon. Nice sentimental reminiscences, but there is still the matter of getting the work accomplished and out before the public, organizing exhibitions, printing catalogs and paying for transatlantic flights. The Prague show was reconfigured and curated by Jana€?s longtime friend, Ilja A edo, for exhibition at the West Bohemian Museum in PlzeA?.
Quite predictably, I like seeing the kind of work I do honored a€“ the wood engravings and etchings made to shine in the context of crisply printed type and an excellent binding. Ia€™ve heard printmakers lament that the surest way to devalue prints is to add excellent poetry, sensitive typography and a bang-up binding a€“ and then live to see the whole thing sell for half the price of just the unbound prints. Therea€™s nothing quite like seventeenth century Bohemia, the dead center of Europe, for particularly thorough violence a€“ with the Bubonic Plague stepping in afterwards as mop-up crew. The chapel at Sedlec was rebuilt after the major blood-letting of the thirty-years war as a memento mori a€“ reminder of death. What can you say about the mounds of dead, the ruined lives, destroyed nations and misery multiplied by millions that isna€™t trite or self-evident? But then I pan over to other fields a€“ not the kind where the grass is composting my fellow man, but to fields of endeavor where the ferment is of ideas recombining into ever more refined ways of thinking.
I once lived at the Golem house in Prague a€“ at Meislova ulice, number 8, in the old Jewish ghetto. Horoscopes might seem a curious basis on which to select ministers and diplomats, but it is also more common than youa€™d think. Picture the scene before you: Ita€™s a late night in Prague, before the Marlboro man dominated every street corner, even before the neon of casinos and the vulgarity of Golden Arches assaulted the nightwalkersa€™ eyes at all hours a€“ back when darkness, oh yes, that beautiful comforting velvety, all-enveloping and blessed dark, broken only by the moon, stars and late night taxis, still ruled the streets after the sun went down.
The Golem was a mythic being of Jewish folklore, created from clay and quickened by the Shem, a magical stone engraved with an ancient Hebraic inscription, inserted into Golema€™s forehead.
The maternal tongues of these small nations have miraculously survived all the invasions, floods, plagues and foreign occupiers to this day a€“ a gift preserved and delivered to them across the generations. Minority languages, on the other hand, carry an emotional load that can scarcely be exaggerated.
Ishi and his sister were the last of the Yahi tribe to survive the genocidal colonization of California. Those whose language and culture are not threatened can never know the burden under which the carriers of small minority languages labor a€“ nor how those in exile bring up their children to preserve that which is beyond their capacities to save.
Jan was all about preserving traditions and the kind of ancestral knowledge that today is mostly enshrined in books. Today, the stories of our tribes are less and less passed on as oral tradition and most often read to us from the childrena€™s books wea€™ve learned to treasure a€“ illustrated by fine artists and produced with care for the highly discriminating purchasers of childrena€™s books a€“ for grandparents. A?epelA?k employed binders and typesetters to present complete suites of his work and in this too, he introduced me to a new world.
Later in Prague I missed my flight back, due to the World Trade Center bombing and was delayed by a week. The difficult thing to bear in acknowledging my teachers, models, heroes, suppliers and inspirations, is that these masters of the crafts and industries surrounding and supporting the book arts are mostly deceased.
The fruit we seek is not fast food, but laden with full-bodied flavors, attained by slow natural processes.
All of us come from grandfathers who once were wheelwrights, cobblers or instrument makers; men with a profound love of wood and leather, who knew the working qualities of every kind of obscure tree growing in their countryside a€“ men who knew when to reach for elm or hickory a€“ as well as for goat, dog or even fish-skins.
Jan spoke fondly of his grandmother, who baked bread every week of the year to feed an entire estate a€“ farm hands, livery people, gentry, trainers and hod-carriers alike. Working consciously is the ultimate goal a€“ and that is the legacy youa€™ll find evidently contained within and upon the boards of every book bound by Jan Bohuslav Sobota. The etchings you see here first came to life as illustrations for the wedding anniversary announcements of MA­la and Jaroslav KynA?l. Jan Bohuslav Sobota died on May 2nd of 2012 and this is my remembrance of this fine man who was a friend and mentor to me.A  He was an exceptional bookbinder, teacher and promoter of the book arts, but also an exile who successfully returned home after years abroad. Smith is one of the commonest American names, causing the Irregular researcher tracing Edgar W.
Captain Joseph Smith was born on March 15, 1729, in Milford, Conn., and died there August 10th, 1810. In June 1775, the 5th was sent briefly to New York City, but by July began its northward trek along the Hudson River with two other Connecticut Regiments to invade Canada and secure Lakes George and Champlain. Although enemy action caused some casualties the regiment suffered greatly from severe weather and large numbers were discharged early due to sickness. As a small boy, Edgar knew his grandparents Charles Griffin and Ann [Antonia3] Eliza Smith, born in Connecticut in 1835 and 1839 respectively.


Three years after their wedding, during President Grover Clevelanda€™s second term, Edgar W. By 1910, for perhaps some time before, the Smiths moved to 135 Rogers Avenue, Brooklyn, in a modest apartment house that was home to Edgar a considerable time. Edgar continued to write poems for his school friends after hea€™d graduated, to judge from not only The Ledger on the preceding page, but also the Eaglea€™s account of a dinner for the school magazine staff past and present: a€?Edgar W. But Dee Alexander believed that a€?it was at this newspaper where he first developed his love of writing.
If, in addition to the conclusive proof already existing, further evidence of mana€™s animal origin were needed, where could it be more easily found than in the fact of the Continental war now raging? Edgar did not see the conflict in Europe in black-and-white terms, nor initially take the Alliesa€™ side against Germany.
The possibility of war between the United States and Germany is not so extremely remote as many over-optimistic individuals believe.
While my sympathies are with Germany in her present struggle for existence in the midst of foes outnumbering her eight to one, I would not hesitate for a moment to defend my own America against any aggression which any nation might undertake; yet, if war were declared by the United States against Germany on the grounds which now exist for such an act, I would be the last to raise a hand in my countrya€™s name.
Let those who cry for vengeance think first what sacrifices a war would impose, even though they be, as they must, but a small part of what Germany is suffering.
My view of the torpedoing of the Lusitania is that the controlling authorities deliberately encouraged passengers to embark on a British ship loaded with contraband of war, and bound for a British port.
If, as many hysterical writers are intimating, the presence of American citizens on a British supply ship, such as the Lusitania, makes that ship immune to attack by the power with which England is at war, Great Britain could in this way protect every vessel in her fleeta€”warships, transports, passenger and ammunition boatsa€”by merely placing aboard each two or three citizens of the United States.
To term the German methods of warfare a€?piracy,a€? a€?barbarisma€? and a€?murdera€? is ridiculous.
The fact that I have not a drop of German blood in my veins exculpates me from any charge of prejudice.
But Edgar was made of brisk material, and his drive, studies, and business experience began to pay dividends. Armistice Day in Paris -- Home to a New Life -- General Motors Export Company -- Posted Overseas Again -- Organization Man & Free Trade Expert.
5 Both died when Edgar was in his late teens, his grandfather in 1911 and his grandmother in 1914. 6 In recent years the Paul Robeson High School of Business and Technology, which was reported in 2015 as scheduled to close.
15 We do know from the April 1912 Ledger that Edgar belonged to the schoola€™s literary society.
21 a€?A Terrible Glut of Murder,a€? dated August 31, 1914, in the Brooklyn Daily Eagle, September 3, 1914. 22 a€?Approves Bryana€™s Stand,a€? June 15, 1915, in the Brooklyn Daily Eagle, June 17, 1915.
23 a€?Justifies Germanya€™s Act,a€? May 25, 1915, in the Brooklyn Daily Eagle, May 27, 1915.
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But then I kept coming across cases in which someone had survived without any equipment or had perished while in possession of all the right tools.
As a Cancer Survivor and current fighter of a second Cancer These tools are…This is a great article. There they encounter resident trout and bass a€“ even sunfish, chubs and dace, all keyed into the increasingly plentiful and highly nutritious bounty of salmon eggs. Situated 90A km south-west of Prague at the confluence of four rivers, PlzeA? is first recorded in writings from the tenth century. That vision was about innovation and creativity within the context of an historical tradition. This is what youa€™ll see in a Sobota binding a€“ exceptional attention paid to context and relationships, using materials and technical means that do indeed function and last.
He knew his work was valuable and documented it fastidiously a€“ confident that it would be last. There was, however, nothing about his nationalism that demeaned anybody elsea€™s traditions or origins. That smallish incident within the parade of American fringe politics elicited an insanely violent level of suppression. Masaryk a€“ and the cute little girl with a bouquet of flowers, is my mother Eva, at the age of three. Schmidta€™s income from the federal mint far exceeded anybody elsea€™s in the extended family and supported a network of cars, cottages and rent-controlled flats.
Schmidt, as he preferred to be called, was a man of conservative demeanor who preferred polite and reserved forms of speech and address. While visiting their unassuming engraver and extending my tourist visa 30 days at a time, I was quietly becoming qualified for life as a counterfeiter a€“ a vocation within which, one is set for life, however it may eventually turn out.
Jan allowed several binders to have their way with it a€“ amo boxes for slipcases with shell casings for hinges and so forth.
This next incarnation of our exhibit in PlzeA? was all just a bit more prosaic and provincial. Is it the binding we consider and exhibit a€“ or is the binding there to conserve a text, which is ultimately the point? There are also binders to whom everything else is merely the text block, who care little if it is an offset trade edition or a book made by hand.
The tales therein recorded reflected the accreted wisdom and wit of a people as they retold them across the highlands in modest log cottages after the harvest was in. The way of working belongs to the Sobota vision I addressed earlier a€“ the honor and soul to be found in conscientiously made handcrafts. I dona€™t feel that accomplished or ready to assume their mantle and yet with every generation that is what must happen. Gravels, with just the right flow of fresh water running up through stones of the right size are but a tiny portion of the riverbed.A  The salmon must struggle past cities and sewer pipes, farms and irrigation systems, dams and turbines, fishermen and waterfalls a€“ just to reach the streams of their birth.
Smith strove to present himself as a common man, and there does seem to have been something commonplace about the Smiths of Connecticuta€™s New Haven and Fairfield Counties, beginning in the 1600s. He served in the Fifth Connecticut Regiment, one of six formed in the a€?Lexington Alarma€? of May 1775, its history kept alive today by a volunteer regimental organization. The regiment received its first hostile fire from a force of Indians just prior to laying siege to the British fort at St. Because they were enlisted only until yeara€™s end, the unit was mustered out by December 13, although some members remained in Canada to form part of a provisional regiment under David Wooster. They were the children of Charles Sullivan and Anna Taylor Smith on his grandfathera€™s side and William A.
Smith returned to Connecticut, this time to the town of Bethel, but it was sometime after marrying a Brooklyn girl named Lillie Emma Wadsworth in March 1891.
Perhaps his grandfathera€™s death prompted his familya€™s return to Brooklyn: he died that year prior to the census-taking in June, and his grandmother now lived with him and his parents until her death two years later. Noteworthy about the Smiths now: hats as a livelihood had disappeared, for new careers in business, if low-level ones at this time.
One is an existing copy of the April 1912 issue of the schoola€™s student magazine, The Ledger, with a number of references to him as a€?Smith, a€™11a€? (plus, below, a piece of humorous art and verse on which his distinctive signature is unmistakable).
A tall, handsome boy of 16, he was art editor of the school paper, and a contributor of some note to the news and editorial pages. They contain reports of Edgara€™s participation in amateur theatrics and song events, even, at least once, in a minstrel show,10 in part as a member of the Bedford Club of the Bedford Presbyterian Church, just a few minutesa€™ walk from his home. He also told me that he required little sleep and that he educated himself by reading books until 2 am every night.
He began (perhaps had already begun) to take courses at New York Universitya€™s School of Commerce, Accounts and Finance, presumably at night. The struggle for existence and the survival of the fittest have everywhere marked the course of evolution. Had Christ, the gentle Jewish reformer, lived to this day to see again, as so often in the few centuries since His death, His principles trampled upon, His ethics violated, His religion forgotten, how terrible would have been His agony! To the contrary, some ten months later he sent another letter to the Brooklyn Eagle expressing a view contrary to that, and his wish that the United States would stay out of the war.
No justifiable basis at present obtains, and I hold myself sufficiently independent of autocracy or of maudlin patriotism and bound strongly enough to the laws of humanity to refuse to fight in any cause which my reason tells me is unjust.
The German Embassy had forewarned Americans that the Lusitania, carrying such contraband, was liable to destruction, but despite this the Americans, at their own risk, took passage. If this were done, the moment one of her vessels foundered from the explosion of a German torpedo, ground for discord between the United States and Germany identical with that now existing would arise.
I can therefore say, as a neutral, that he who refuses to sympathize with the cry of a€?Deutschland ueber Allesa€? must also disdain full accord with the slogan a€?America first.a€? Love of country is a noble thing, if sentimental patriotism be not carried to a hysterical prejudice against every other community.
It may have been the revelation of the Zimmermann Telegram, in which Germany secretly promised Mexico the states of Texas, New Mexico and Arizona in exchange for joining Germany in war against the United States.
In September 1917 he was plucked from the enlisted ranks and commissioned a second lieutenant. A good general history of these campaigns is Conquered Into Liberty: Two Centuries of Battles Along the Great Warpath that Made the American Way of War by Eliot A. Dee Alexander worked for Edgar at GM from 1946 into 1949, and remained in the company beyond Edgara€™s retirement in 1954. This widely beloved stamp was re-issued in 2000 and mother continues to receive philatelic fan mail to this day. He died the day I was composing a colophon for the Spawned Salmon with words of praise for his lifea€™s work.


These men participated in the ill-fated December 31 attempt by Montgomery and Benedict Arnold to storm Quebec City. His birth certificate gave his fathera€™s occupation at the time as a€?hatter manufacturer,a€? one of the towna€™s principal industries in those years.
In 1904 Edgar acquired a sister, Dorothy,4 about whom little is known except that she was living unmarried with their parents at the time of Edgar S.a€™s death in 1941. Even at that age, he was extremely well read, articulate, and had developed a retentive memory. This became a lifelong habit.a€?18 The Eagle and possibly other jobs consumed three years following high school, and then in 1914 the young man, now twenty years old, started as a postal and telegraph clerk,19 and before long as a secretary, at the J. Civilization, itself a secondary redistribution of the forces of evolution, has somewhat tempered this perennial strife, but the great undercurrent of open battle, passed down through the centuries in the mind of man, lies ever relentlessly dormant and waiting the call to life. Yet, to make the Christian world forget, as it has, its leader, and to prove its hypocrisy, some stronger, deeper law than that of any religion must dominate all. Bryan has made in resigning his portfolio as Secretary of State because of Americaa€™s meddlesome interference in foreign affairs.
As far as my ignorance permits me to judge, I should say that the enlistment of the United States as an ally of her dictator, Great Britain, would be of more good than harm to Germany. But it is necessary to examine how he felt and thought at this time, when Europe was at war and America was neutral, because he would find himself in a similar situation some twenty years later a€” and very challenged by its circumstances. After serving in the 305th Infantry Regimenta€™s headquarters company a while, he was transferred to Washington and the War Department itself, to work for the Second Assistant Secretary of War whose responsibility was procurement. His birth certificate gave his fathera€™s occupation at the time as a€?hatter manufacturer,a€? one of the towna€™s principal industries in those years.A  How long Edgar lived in Bethel is uncertain. The same meals outdoorspeople have relied upon for years to power their extended trips in the outdoors, but conveniently packaged in a box for you to grab and go, knowing that you have a solid three days of food ready for you to consume when you need it most. After more than three decades of analyzing who lives, who dies, and why, I realized that character, emotion, personality, styles of thinking, and ways of viewing the world had more to do with how well people cope with adversity than any type of equipment or training. The engraving was masterfully done by Schmidta€™s long-dead colleague, Bohumil Heinz (1894-1940). The state security apparatus was surely aware of my presence, but if they kept tabs on me, I never knew.
And Edgar more than once obscured his own path through life by fostering an a€?up by his bootstrapsa€? tale about himself, among business colleagues, Baker Street Irregulars, and his own family. Together with New York troops they engaged in a long siege that eventually led to the capture of Fort St. Edgar was five or six years old when his grandfather died in 1900, eight at his grandmothera€™s death in 1902. Smith from Brooklyn working towards a Bachelor of Commercial Science degree in the same years,20 but it indicates the kinds of courses that Edgar would have taken: book-keeping, accounting, finance, management, business law, advertising and marketing, economics, and English, all subjects reflected in Edgara€™s future life both at GM and in connection with the Baker Street Irregulars, Inc.
Race hatred, politics, social broils, economic conditions, and usually, though, strange to say, not in this case, religion, may be the apparent, or even the proximate, causes of a war, but the great natural law that overshadows it all is the struggle for existence. Would the feeble strength of any paltry 40,000 we could send to aid the millions she is already staving off be felt? How long Edgar served there in Washington is unclear, but at some point in 1918 he proceeded to Paris as part of the Second Assistant Secretarya€™s office.25 It was his first of many transatlantic crossings to come. Francis Heitmana€™s Historical Register of the Officers of the Continental Army During the War of the Revolution April 1775 to December 1783 gives Captain Smitha€™s service dates as 1st May to 11 November, 1775. In the July 11, 1909 New York Times, when Edgar would have been between his sophomore and junior years, a news story entitled a€?On the Tennis Courtsa€? reports an Edgar W. Although I still believe that equipment and training are good to have, most survival writing leaves out the essential human element in the equation. Everything is just so wonderful and everybody so creative, but suspending judgment long enough to actually look at some artwork and then giving it a chance isna€™t so bankrupt, is it? Human body parts are again flying and the Baron is at his best defeating Turks and evading friendly fire from buffoonish generals. Farmers would occasionally find their possessions and take them as souvenirs, unaware that the last Indians still lived in their midst.
Damn the cost; ita€™s who we are and the last material vestiges of soulful encounters with our elders a€“ onea€™s whose stories are slipping inexorably away, thinned by each passing year and generation. Their kids were grown and they were by then slipping into that last, reflective phase of life a€“ done competing. Instead of exaggerating his origins and education among colleagues with Dartmouth, Princeton, and Stanford degrees, he downplayed his background until many believed him Brooklyn-born, lacking a high school diploma, yet rising to be a vice president of General Motors, the worlda€™s greatest corporation. Her father was a book-keeper in the chrome industry, but as a young man had worked in the patent-medicine business with his father in upstate New York. Perhaps Edgar S.a€™s father-in-law influenced this, for Charles Wadsworth was a book-keeper himself, in a piano factory, in 1910, and the Wadsworths also lived at 135 Rogers Avenue. A species is generated, lives, varies (physically, mentally and socially), and the process of natural selection commences.
Would the allies profit by the gained naval strength when they even now have nothing to fight against?
That’s why I’ve concentrated my efforts on learning about the hearts and minds of survivors. These scraps turned out to be a deck of medieval playing cards - the second oldest such cards known.
A book is so much more than the sum of its parts a€“ and yet each of us tends to have our own bailiwick in which we shine and to which we look first.
These notions, neither entirely false nor entirely true, accumulated through the years, thanks to his light-hearted tendency to make little of other experiences that were in fact crucial to the making of the man who burst upon the Irregular scene at the end of the 1930s, fully formed like Minerva from the brow of Jove. Brigaded under General David Wooster, the 5th then joined the van of American forces under General Richard Montgomery and marched to Canada ten days later. He loved good fellowship, could top a good story and, with his rich baritone, was at home in any impromptu quartet.
Though he continued to live at home in Brooklyn, he now worked in Manhattan, and in a world of high finance, even if in a humble capacity a€” for now. Would it not, on the other hand, be inestimably to Germanya€™s advantage to be free to sink all American ammunition ships bearing shot and shell to rend her defenders, and to effectually, if possible, limit by submarine attack the food supply of Britain? One wants this to be our Edgar (even though he and his partner lost), since his partner was one C.
These plates have been inked and wiped by hand, employing methods that woulda€™ve been familiar to Rembrandt. Charles and Ann had four children, of whom the oldest was Edgara€™s father, Edgar Sturdevant Smith, born in March 1861 while his parents were still living in Connecticut. He played a fair game of baseball, and was excellent at tennis a€” a game he played well into his fifties.
He underwent basic training at Camp Upton at Yaphank, Long Island, where another recruit named Irving Berlin wrote the army song Oh, How I Hate To Get Up in the Morning. They crashed with my wife Jana and me in Kalamazoo, while taking the a€?orientation coursea€?nearby. I can confidently report back to my English reader, that Jan would only grow in stature for you, if you could have fully understood the subtlety of his thoughts in his own maternal tongue. But new research shows that if we adjust our everyday routines even slightly, we do indeed change. Perhaps right for those who shouldna€™t have sharp objects, for fear of hurting themselves. That show was purchased whole by Special Collections at Western Michigan University and constitutes the largest collection of Sobota bindings and the most complete archive of my work. Few people would have cast a second glance at that glued-up mess of moldering old papers before pitching it, nor would they have recognized what they had in hand or known how to restore or sell it.
To make these lessons useful, you have to engage in learning long before you need it—it’s too late when you’re in the middle of a crisis. These folks were a profound blessing to a family facing some truly rough sailing a€“ a Godsend. Schmidt had worked was signed with warm dedications to him and thus worth real money to collectors.
He wanted to see the printmaker in me come to full fruition and I wanted to be worthy of his attentions. The family has dwelled within sight of the seats of power, pushing copper plates through a press and outlived the Hapsburg Monarchy, First Republic, Nazis and Communists.
The intact packages were still there on their shelves, all duly graded, labeled and priced, awaiting an owner who was never to return. Presented here are 14 concepts that have proved helpful to survivors in extreme situations, as well as to people trying to meet the challenges of daily life.
Back home, their Czech neighbors would have envied them and accused them of theft or worse, but people here seemed to be pleased as punch to see them prosper a€“ genuinely happy for them. Those items too, kept trickling out the door, until there came a sad, sad day, when the golden eggs were all gone. They bashfully admitted their foolishness and went back to making beautiful books a€“ and their American friends were so relieved to see them regain their sanity. You take time to grieve and then pick yourself up by your bootstraps (by God a€“ get a grip) and get on with it (Rome wasna€™t built in a day you know).
StrejA?ek was still working, but it was all coming to an inevitable end, as he grew shaky of hand and hard of seeing. Enriched by my days of being nurtured by Prague, Matkou MA›st (Mother of Cities), I moved on to meet my destiny with art.




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