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Vacation (Half-) Day: Renaissance Edition

opnamedatum: 2008-02-28E fotomet sk-c-1368 in lijst sk-l-6050vitFebruary 16 was officially Presidents’ Day, which shut down all the places I would normally do my research.  Instead of rifling through archives I spent half the day in my room writing and the other half schlepping through the National Gallery.  Not that I really mind having my brain spend most of its waking hours in the nineteenth century, this was a great mental vacation.  The National Gallery is, of course, stuffed with great things to see, but my day took a very Renaissance color.  There was a small exhibition on books published in Florence (like the little Vitruvius to the left) that was really great and an extensive exhibition of Piero di Cosimo that I didn’t find totally engaging.  Some of his figures seemed a little clunky in the drawing and dim in the coloring–but all is forgiven with the portrait of Giuliano da Sangallo, of that family that drives all students taking Renaissance architecture exams crazy (Giuliano?  Antonio?  Francesco?  The Younger?  The Older?).  Just look at that portrait on the left (paired with his father).  It’s supposedly the first-ever architect’s portrait featuring the tools of the trade.  And that color. Oh the color! Wow.  On any day, but especially after six weeks of daguerreotype portraits, what a treat.

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Presidents’ Day

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Feb. 16 is Presidents’ Day, when schoolchildren and federal employees get a day off.  Since I am dependent on the latter for my research, that means it’s a day off for me, too.  I will probably spend it doing some administrivia and maybe, if I’m lucky, a little writing.  I fancy a walk out to see my favorite presidential memorial, but at the same time I don’t fancy having my face frozen off and it is wicked cold out there.

Last week I hosted my own holiday on Lincoln’s birthday, which is well-nigh a sacred day if you grow up in Illinois.  It seemed important to take special note of this year, since I am here in Washington and spending my days studying people who knew Lincoln and worked for him.  So he already felt as close as a deceased president might; add to that my visiting of some significant relics.  During lunch I popped up to the third floor to see the hat he wore on the night of his assassination; after the end of the workday I went to the museum that has two life masks and a very rare and special potrait, and rounded out the night by attending The Widow Lincoln at Ford’s Theatre. I’d never been there before, and it was an interesting play in part because, as the plot unfolds in the forty days following his death, he is absent from the stage, which makes the empty box more poignant, I think, than if I had just visited during normal touring hours.

Just forty-two days before his death, Lincoln had delivered his Second Inaugural Address, which I have recently encouraged my padawans at home to dig into in an effort to spend a little of Presidents’ day making themselves better citizens.  If you’d like to play along, read it here, or just review those fine closing words:

With malice toward none, with charity for all, with firmness in the right as God gives us to see the right, let us strive on to finish the work we are in, to bind up the nation’s wounds, to care for him who shall have borne the battle and for his widow and his orphan, to do all which may achieve and cherish a just and lasting peace among ourselves and with all nations.

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