We spent this week in New England.
We had an open house in the gypsy wagon in the street in
front of Lee MacDonald and Ann Marie Stein’s house in Newton, MA. The highlight
may have been the Book Arts Folk Song sing-along. State folklorist, Maggie
Holtzberg, who was there to document these folk songs in the making, joined us
playing her fiddle. We did not have printed song sheets so everyone just turned
on lap top computers and iphones, and opened the pdfs from our website, Some
may see it as ironic, but we think it more just the way things are going.
The
other highlight happened after a few glasses of wine. We belted out all the odd
camp songs we could remember, most under the category of “songs that should no
longer be sung in public.”
We always say that you have to be ready for lots of visitors
with lots of questions when you travel in a gypsy wagon like ours. People can be seen gazing around with wide eyes, just wondering what it is. Like this fellow who stuck his head in the door just as I was taking a picture of the Boston MFA sculpture in the parking lot. He had never seen anything like it. "You really opened my eyes." is what he said.
We visited the Rhode Island School of Design. The thing we noticed there was that every single student was engaged by the wagon and our books. Sometimes when our wagon is on the green, or a quad, of a college we see students just walk by without even noticing it is there. We wonder about that.
Across the hall from the RISD Special Collections Library is the Materials Resource Library. What a cool thing. Shelves of color, shape and texture. The items can be checked out, but are only for reference and not for use. There is supplier information attached if a student wants to buy it.
We gave and evening showing of our books for students at the Creative Arts Workshop in New Haven, CT and got a nice noir photo.
Sometimes we get a memorable odd question. Here are a few
good ones:
“Do you smoke weed in there? Too bad, that would make it
more authentic ‘hippie’.”
How do you drive it? (Meaning: where are the steering wheel
and engine?)
Can you drive it on the highway? (Yikes, that’s a lot of
back roads, all the way from California!)
Pointing to the refrigerator they ask,” Is that a
photocopier?”
A toll collector recently said: “I’m trying to figure out
what it is. Is that a fancy outhouse?”
Where is the shower? (That is the polite way of finding out
if we have a toilet in the wagon.)
Here is another story: We were camping in State College, PA, at a Walmart (if you can call that camping.) About 9:30 pm we heard a clank on the bell to get our attention. We thought it was going to be the police, but instead it was a long haired gentleman from the nearby mountains who just wanted to tell us, “I have been following this tiny house thing. This is the first I ever saw. I am in awe."
Well it happened again. Another fuel injector line broke and
with desiel gas spraying everywhere we pulled over on the side of the highway
till the tow truck got us. It took a second truck to pull the gypsy wagon and
we spent the night in the parking lot courtesy of Courtesy Dodge in Altoona,
PA. They were awesome getting us back on the road.
We are on our way to Brasstown NC for two weeks, where Peter teaches a week long ukulele class. Then we head up through Washington DC, Baltimore, Pennsylvania and New Jersey, ending up a Rutgers for a big event with the Art Library on October 14.