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12/18/20 12:38 AM #5323    

 

Philip Spiess

Offered as a little tribute to Walnut Hills High School’s students in the Fine Arts and Drama programs:

OSCAR WILDE IN CINCINNATI

“You have no architecture, no scenery,” complained Oscar Wilde on being asked his first general impression of Cincinnati on his visit in 1882.  Was the great “aesthete” trying to attract attention to himself by offering derogatory remarks, or was he so puffed up with his own importance that he failed to see what lay around him?  For, had he gone to the heights of Eden Park, he would have seen the Ohio River and the Ohio and Kentucky hills laid out before him in all their splendor; downtown, much well-designed Greek Revival architecture (still a major style in London) would have graced the scene (Gothic Revival and the Italianate style, then the rage in London, were just emerging in Cincinnati’s suburbs).  Well, apparently when he made his comment, it was raining hard and smog created a visibility problem in this industrial city even on the best of days.

Wilde was in the United States at the behest of Richard D’Oyly Carte, that famous Gilbert & Sullivan entrepreneur who also built the Savoy Hotel in London.  He was bringing to the United States the touring company of Gilbert & Sullivan’s operetta Patience, which satirized the cult of Aesthetism, the offspring of Pre-Raphaelitism.  Wilde had been used as the inspiration for the central character of Bunthorne, whose poetic sense of beauty involved a divine admiration for his own poetry and for the admiration of others.  Although the English at the time were more than familiar with these sorts of cultural shenanigans (London was full of them), it had suddenly dawned on D’Oyly Carte that the Americans might not get all of the operetta’s witty allusions and cultural caricatures.  Therefore, with a promise of fat lecture fees, D’Oyly Carte hired Wilde to run in advance of the show, making a general scene of himself (with his almond, heavily-lidded eyes, heavy, overhung lips, and long flowing hair) in his standard evening dress:  flowing Byronic collar, loosely knotted cravat, short velvet coat, black velvet knee britches, silk stockings, and (sometimes) a green carnation button-hole, and usually carrying a lily or a sunflower in his hand and lecturing to American audiences on “The Art of Beauty” or “The Beauty of Art.”

Advance publicity ran high in Cincinnati; after all, on arriving in New York on January 3, 1882, Oscar announced to the press that he had been “disappointed by the Atlantic Ocean.”  Cincinnati’s newspapers (egged on by D’Oyly Carte’s publicity agents, no doubt) ran articles, ads, and comments from the newspapers of other cities where Wilde had appeared.  Local advertisements consciously employed the jargon of “aesthetism”:  “OSCAR WILDE!  OSCAR WILDE!  OSCAR WILDE!  Gents, have you seen the Oscar Wilde Shoes (they are too Utterly utter too-too) at B. FRANK HARTS, 31 West 4th Street, Pike Building?”  Opera Puffs Cigarettes (Wilde was a devoted cigarette smoker) advertised themselves as “luxuriously luxurious and just too too,” while Lloyd & Company, located on Central Avenue, offered artificial flowers for sale:  “The Oscar Wilde Aesthetic Lilies and Sunflowers” (two of Oscar’s favorite flowers).  Alden’s Hat Parlor, in the Emery Arcade (forerunner of the Arcade underneath Carew Tower), displayed the “Aesthetic Hat” (whatever that was!).

Then the fun really began.  Rice’s Opera Comique Company, beating the D’Oyly Carte Company to the punch, presented Patience in Cincinnati a month before Oscar arrived.  Then two other companies scheduled productions of the operetta in the three weeks following Wilde’s lecture:  Heuck’s Opera House played Charles E. Ford’s Company’s production, while the Grand Opera House played the Emma Abbott Grand Opera Company’s production.  (It would have taken a lot of Patience to sit through all of the Cincinnati productions.)

Wilde passed through Cincinnati on his way to Louisville on February 20, 1882, and spent the day there in order to gather material to incorporate into the talk he was to give in Cincinnati on February 23.  He stayed in Parlor 62 of the Burnet House, the city’s finest hotel [see Post #4519], and there greeted reporters.  The Cincinnati Enquirer wrote a long “aesthetic” account, giving a detailed description of the appearance of Wilde and his mannerisms.  All the Cincinnati press accounts, in fact, are replete with details of Wilde’s fashion in dress.

According to the Cincinnati Gazette, Wilde spent his day visiting Robert Clarke & Co.’s Bookstore (where he bought several American works), took a tour through the nascent and pioneering Rookwood Pottery (soon to become world famous for its delicate glazes), tried to visit the Cincinnati Art Museum (it was closed), but did manage to visit the McMicken School of Art and Design (predecessor to the Cincinnati Art Academy).

The Cincinnati Gazette further reported:  “When shown the School of Design, with its forlorn corridors and dark rooms, his eye lighted on the legend, ‘No Smoking,’ painted in the window.  ‘Great heaven, they speak of smoking as if it were a crime.  I wonder they do not caution the students not to murder each other on the landings.  Such a place is enough to incite a man to the commission of any crime,’ and then, unkindest cut of all, ‘I wonder no criminal has ever pleaded the ugliness of your city as an excuse for his crimes’”!  Wilde also drove through some of the suburbs, admiring the Grandin Road estates in the rain.  He visited the home of Mrs. Maria Longworth Nichols, founder of the Rookwood Pottery, and found her quickly dusting off some of the pottery pieces.  He gallantly remarked, “Oh, dust should never be removed; it is the bloom of time.”

As to Oscar Wilde’s lecture on February 23, which was to be on “The Decorative Arts” (suited to Cincinnati’s budding “arts and crafts movement,” headed by George Ward Nichols, Maria Longworth Nichols’ husband, a movement noted especially for pottery and wood-carving at that time), to be given at the Grand Opera House:  advertisements stated that reserved seats would sell for $1.00, while general admission was 75 cents (the lecture filled to capacity, about 1,000 persons).  The lecture was scheduled to begin at 2:30 p.m.

Oscar began his address by delivering a brief history of the Pre-Raphaelite Movement, explaining its attempts to incorporate beauty into everyday objects.  He then began to discourse on Cincinnati art.  He criticized the School of Design for producing dinner plates with landscapes on them.  [This line of thought stems from the dictates of the founders of London’s South Kensington Museum (now the Victoria & Albert Museum), outgrowth of the 1851 “Crystal Palace” Exhibition, the world’s first world’s fair (see also the opening chapter of Dicken’s Hard Times, which criticizes this approach to design)].  “So far from wishing to give from the center of a dish the effect that it is gradually fading away into the misty clouds and distant hills, you want to be perfectly sure that it does nothing of the kind.  You want to be certain that it remains there very solidly, and that it will support anything that you place on it.  I am afraid I saw some designs on your pottery that I feel quite sure were done by some one who had exactly five minutes in which to catch the train, and who thought he could decorate two vases and a dish in that time!”  However, Wilde did say he thought the School of Design was doing good work in educating the people to an artistic standpoint.

Wilde then suggested that Cincinnati might well be on its way to establishing a separate school of decoration, such as Venice and Florence had done.  He said that the city’s artists should employ such motifs as turkeys, deer, and buffaloes.  “The golden rod and aster are the flowers for you,” he intoned.  The public generally enjoyed the lecture, but the critics panned it.  The most violent criticisms were directed against his delivery, which was said to be dreadful.  [I don’t know if this was due to his lack of projection in a large auditorium in the days before microphones; in after-dinner conversations in more intimate settings, he was said to be mesmerizing (see Table Talk:  Oscar Wilde, 2000).]

He dined in the evening with several Cincinnati artists, included the noted Henry Farney, as well as the art dealer Loring Andrews.  On the next day he visited Henry Probasco at his Anglo-Norman castle in Clifton, “Oakwood” (still there, on the heights of Clifton overlooking the Mill Creek Valley and Winton Place; I've enjoyed visiting its tower).  Mr. Probasco (who gave the Tyler Davidson Fountain on Fountain Square to the city [see Post #3001]) had the largest art collection in the city, as well as a rare book library, including a First Folio Shakespeare, a 1481 edition of Dante, and the like (all now in the Newberry Library in Chicago).  In the afternoon he had lunch with Mrs. Nichols [see above].  He pronounced the Cincinnati artist, Frank Duveneck (of the “Munich School”), as the greatest painter in America [well, he’s still probably the greatest painter that Cincinnati ever produced], and then left town.

But soon he was back.  On June 10, 1882, Oscar Wilde returned to Cincinnati, making the comment that Cincinnatians should ornament their pianos [whether at this point he recognized Cincinnati as an essentially musical city, or whether someone at the D. H. Baldwin Piano Company in town had gotten to him, I don’t know]:  “The shape of the grand piano [he declared] is hopelessly ugly,” and he said that there had been no beautiful pianos made in America.  [Okay, I guess he wasn’t in the pay of Baldwin Piano, and he failed to recognize the shape of the piano as necessary for a particular type of musical machine; it was not just a piece of decorative furniture.]  (Historical footnote:  Perhaps spurred on by Wilde’s remarks, famed Cincinnati sculptor Clement Barnhorn designed an “aesthetic piano” in the Art Nouveau style for the Baldwin Company – it may be in the collections of the Cincinnati Art Museum [a picture of it is in my undergraduate thesis, “English Bards and Scotched Reviewers:  British Literati in 19th Century Cincinnati,” Hanover College, 1968].)

Wilde gave his second Cincinnati talk on “Household Decoration”; it was poorly attended (it was only the “Decorative Arts” speech reworded, anyway).  Cincinnati had tired of Aesthetism:  Wilde could criticize the domestic arts, but he offered no practical solutions.  The Cincinnati Commercial satirized his ideas when it said, “Oscar Wilde ought to go to Minnesota and commune with the cold wave.  He would enjoy thirty degrees below zero.  It’s so intense.”

In short, Wilde left no great influence behind him in Cincinnati, with the possible exception of the following song, sung for many years along Vine Street at any fop who paraded himself up and down, or in any other way resembled the great English “ass-thete”:  “Is that Oscar Wilde, / The dude I should smile! / Is that Oscar Wilde the Jim Dandy? / The ladeez all sigh, and the babies all ke-ry / Is that Oscar Wilde the Jim Dandy?”

Epilogue:  Back in England, Wilde mentioned that he considered Cincinnati one of the kindest and friendliest cities he had visited in America.  [Perhaps so:  after all, in Washington, D. C. (for example), the prominent and very exclusive gentlemen’s venue, The Metropolitan Club (still in existence on the southwest corner of 17th Street and H Street, N. W.), refused Wilde admittance because he was reportedly and reputedly homosexual.]  So to conclude, let us quote local historian Robert Herron (1957):  “It is refreshing, then, to note that, far unlike those of Trollope, Martineau and Dickens, Oscar Wilde’s visit to Cincinnati had no historical significance whatsoever.”


12/18/20 10:06 AM #5324    

 

Paul Simons

So Oscar Wilde was in Cincinnati in February and in June. He can be excused for his negative comments at either time I guess. February back then would have given him real winter weather which we all had when we were younger. June and summer in general in Cincinnati are hot and humid and he was born too early for air conditioning and I’d have to do more research than I have time for now to see if electric fans were around yet.

Another item of interest is the Adam hat shop. That’s long gone but it was still there in the 1960’s. Didn’t they also sell shoes? It’s all a blur. I know I bought a hat there. 

Looking forward to the end of Covid lockdown. And a sack of White Castles one day and a Skyline 4-way the next. And - OK - a Graeter’s cone.


12/18/20 11:04 AM #5325    

 

Ann Shepard (Rueve)

Ira pointed out that the school colors in the Netflix movie The Prom were blue and gold. I'm sure that wasn't a coincidence. 


12/18/20 03:52 PM #5326    

 

Philip Spiess

Paul:  Curiously, the first electric fans -- both table model and ceiling model -- were invented (well, developed) in 1882, the very year that Oscar Wilde was in Cincinnati, but such fans did not start to come into general household use until the 1910s.  Why not?  Because Tom Edison and his rival George Westinghouse did not invent their electrical generators and develop their electric power plants and electricity distribution systems until the early 1890s, and houses had actually to be supplied with electrical power and plugs in order to utilize the new electrical appliances that were cropping up.  (Little known nowadays is that the transitional period between manufactured coal gas plants, which produced the central gas lighting for major cities and urban homes, and urban electrical power plants was a short-lived period wherein some private homes, particularly rural homes, were lit by individual acetylene gas generators, carbide-fed, located in the home itself, usually in the basement.)  Wilde had died in Paris in 1900, and thus probably was more familiar with hand-held fans or palm fans -- or the occasional punkah (from the British Raj).

Also, I have a vague memory that there was a Florsheim shoe store next to Adam's Hats.


12/21/20 11:55 AM #5327    

 

Stephen (Steve) Dixon

Merry Christmas, one and all.

Happy Hannukah!

Kwanzaa 
yenu iwe na heri! 

Seasons Greetings.

And in case I don't get to it next week, let's have a very, very Happy New Year, okay?

 


12/21/20 08:04 PM #5328    

 

Ann Shepard (Rueve)

For all who aren't on Facebook or who I didn't send a card by USPS, this is my greeting. Here's to a wonderful 2021! My dog sends his greetings too!


12/22/20 06:10 PM #5329    

 

Bruce Fette

Ann,

If I had a Happy Face like that waiting for me every day when I come home from work, it would sure brighten the day. .....  Well wait a minute, ....I dont get to go to work, I go to the basement to work, at least until the covid-19 and the dreary pall hanging over Washington blows away.

But still, what a joy on the face of that puppy. :)

Happy Holidays to all!

 

 

 

 


12/23/20 05:09 AM #5330    

 

Jerry Ochs

During the holidays, some of you may be using Zoom to get in touch with friends and family. To you I say don't get oysgezoomt.

12/23/20 05:49 AM #5331    

 

Paul Simons

This is one that a search for "Cincinnati winter 1964" turned up. I think we all remember being in situations like this. A very Merry Christmas, late Happy Hanukah, and early Happy New Year to all. Let it snow, let it snow, let it snow!

 

Now this one - I know that's the Carew building in the background on the left but I don't know the name of the one on the right, or what street this is. Walnut? Vine? 


12/23/20 08:22 AM #5332    

 

Ira Goldberg

Union Central was the one, as I recall, Paul. As to snow, Wendy was bemoaning its absence relative to you east coasters. I enjoy it, too, until it's time to drive. Actually loved sledding down Avon Fields golf course's hill from #1 tee. Last time on that course involved a xcountry meet, right Larry? The "good old days!" Followed by real life. 


12/23/20 10:21 AM #5333    

 

Philip Spiess

Judging from the relative positions of Carew Tower and the Union Central tower, the winter view must be looking east on Fourth Street from the western edge of downtown.


12/23/20 10:25 AM #5334    

 

Ann Shepard (Rueve)

Ira, you're right. That's the Union Central Building on the right. It was formerly known as the Central Trust Building. That is W 4th St., looking east from about Plum St. 


12/23/20 11:34 AM #5335    

 

Judy Holtzer (Knopf)

Merry Christmas everyone!!!!


12/24/20 06:20 AM #5336    

 

Paul Simons

Thanks to all for the building ID's and holiday good wishes wishes!

This might be of interest - this year's installment of the New Yorker's annual Christmas poem -

https://www.newyorker.com/magazine/2020/12/28/greetings-friends-the-new-yorkers-2020-christmas-poem


12/24/20 11:10 AM #5337    

 

Judy Holtzer (Knopf)

 

For the grandkids, great-grands, and young at heart.... Via youtube.
Note that it is available on demand from 3pm UK time on Wednesday, December 27th until midnight, UK time on Sunday, December 27th.
Pass on this link to neighbors, family and friends.
ENJOY!
 

The Shows Must Go On
 
UK's National Theater's free streaming youtube video of Dick Wittington.
 
Please Note: Dick Whittington is a traditional U.K. Christmas pantomime.  Suitable for children of all ages from 6 to 106.
 
Dick Whittington was filmed live on stage on Tuesday 15 December 2020 at the National Theatre before London entered more stringent COVID restrictions.
 
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4keGLZg8cpQ

Watch the National Theatre’s production of Dick Whittington, a hilarious and heartfelt new version of the classic tale that's packed with the cheekiest of jokes, the chattiest of animals, the awesomest of songs and the messiest of silliness. The pantomime has been freshly updated by Jude Christian and Cariad Lloyd for 2020.  Celebrate the joy and laughter that panto brings to thousands of families across the UK every year with the National Theatre and The Show Must Go On in our Great British Panto Party.
 
Dick Whittington is streaming for free from 3pm UK time on Wednesday 23 December 2020. It will be available on demand until midnight UK time on Sunday 27 December.  You need to start watching by 9.45pm UK time on Sunday to be able to watch it all.   The running time is 2hrs 5mins with a short interval. It is subtitled. The full list of cast and creatives for Dick Whittington is available on the National Theatre’s website: https://www.nationaltheatre.org.uk/sh

12/24/20 03:42 PM #5338    

 

Larry Klein

Ira - that hill we started the x-country meets on at Avon Fields is now the driving range. I've been back to Avon many times since 2011 in my coaching capacity. Avon will always be the oldest golf course in the US west of the Adirondacks.

Here's hoping this Holiday Season finds all of our classmates happy, healthy, and ready for 2021. MERRY CHRISTMAS!!

🎇🎅🎆⛄🎇


12/24/20 04:34 PM #5339    

 

Jeff Daum

Larry, I have to challenge your statement that "Avon will always be the oldest golf course in the US west of the Adirondacks." Unless my geography and facts are wrong- which of course could be the case laugh our club, when we lived in Grosse Pointe Farms, the Detroit Golf Club, a Donald Ross pair of 18s, was opened in 1899.  The gorgeous club house by Albert Kahn was completed in 1918.  All before Avon Fields opened in 1924.


12/24/20 05:50 PM #5340    

 

Philip Spiess

How many of you remember these scenes from holidays past in the Cincinnati of our youth?

Lytle Park:  In the center of Lytle Park, in front of the Taft Museum, on the grounds that were once Fort Washington, there stood (and maybe still stands) a rather incredible metal bandstand in a distinctly Art Nouveau -style -- entwisted foliage and vines and god knows what all.  But at Christmas, on the south (river) side of the bandstand, a Christmas Nativity, with live persons and live animals, would appear for a number of nights.  (I have no idea who sponsored this, possibly the insurance company that had its headquarters on one side of the square.)

Shillito's Windows:  Macy's Department Store windows in New York City had nothing on Shillito's Department Store windows decorated for the Christmas season.  My sister and I eagerly awaited the night trip downtown to see them, where, no matter when you went, you had to push your way through the throngs looking at the windows to see them yourself.  Happily, their decoration changed each year, but they were always fairy-like scenes of holiday activity, the glory of which (which is what we really wanted to see) were all of the moving parts  -- trains traveling through tunnels;  elves making toys; parents nodding heads as kids opened packages; rocking horses rocking; Christmas trees revolving; etc., etc.  All of the windows were decorated in this way; you started at 7th and Race Streets, working your way north, then turned the corner and looked at the 8th Street windows (or vice-versa, depending on where you had started).  They don't do windows like that anymore -- nobody does. 

Fountain Square:  In the 1960s, before the Fountain Square Esplanade was demolished to open up the block of 5th Street east of Vine Street, and the Tyler Davidson Fountain was moved to the new and enlarged Fountain Square north of 5th Street (said fountain being turned 180 degrees -- from facing east to facing west -- in the process), someone got the splendid idea to decorate the fountain with lights that replicated what was then the flow of the fountain's water in warmer weather.  Added to this were all-white lights in the trees that lined the Esplanade, the whole looking like a scene out of a giant crystalline snow globe.  It was marvelous, and I used to take out-of-town visitors downtown to experience it.

The Glowing Christmas Tree on Lafayette Circle, Clifton:  Very few of you, I suspect, remember, or even knew of, this annual phenomenon, not living in Clifton as I did.  It was a giant evergreen tree on the left side of Lafayette Circle (near the entrance), property owners unknown (to me), who every year decorated their tree with giant flat phosphorescent ornaments that (therefore) glowed in the dark, giving off a rather spooky but luminescent effect.  My sister and I were taken to see them year after year on Christmas Eve by our father, because, when we returned home from this expedition, lo and behold!  Santa Claus had been to our house, leaving our stockings by the fireplace filled with candy and wrapped presents under our Christmas tree!  Needless to say, my sister Barbara and I felt privileged that our house was among those that Santa first visited on Christmas Eve!

Anyone else have vivid memories to share of the Holidays in Cincinnati? 


12/25/20 02:00 AM #5341    

 

Jerry Ochs

To those of you who enjoy untangling anagrams: 

May many a red wreath carry happiness.


12/25/20 02:34 AM #5342    

 

Philip Spiess

(And many a red wrath makes harried crappiness.)


12/25/20 12:36 PM #5343    

 

Dale Gieringer

  CINCINNATI CHRISTMAS MEMORIES

   My sister once had the honor of playing the Virgin Mary at the Lytle Park nativity celebration, which was attended by the media.  I believe it was sponsored by the Western Southern Insurance Company, which has its HQ nearby.  The Conservatory in Eden Park also had an authentic-seeming nativity display featuring live sheep, donkeys and a manger.  And  there was a house off Clifton Ave (maybe on Riddle Rd?) that pioneered over-the-top lawn-to-chimneytop lighting displays.  The whole house lit up like Chevy Chase's in National Lampoon's Christmas Vacation.  We used to drive over all the way from Westwood to take a gander. The local news stations used to cover it (remember Al Schottlekotte?).    Credit Cincinnati's German heritage for its exuberant Christmas lighting displays.  After moving to California, I was disappointed at how few homes indulged in Christmas decorations - also, how remote the possibility of an actual white Christmas.  But I only remember one in Cincinnati, sometime in the late 70s, heavily mixed with sleet and slush.  This was years after Santa had left me a sled and then a snow saucer under the Christmas tree, but nothing to ride on.

    Merry Chrismas and a Happier New Year to All

 

 

 

 


12/25/20 01:02 PM #5344    

 

Bruce Fette

Phil, et al,

 

Well I remember quite a few of your memories. And have a couple to add,

Shillitoes windows: yes sure (I am guessing this is Macy's now).

Tyler Davidson fountain and its move, yes.

And I remember seeing the model trains set up in the windows of what used to be Cincinnati Gas and Electric. I see that building is now called Duke Energy. I think they moved the trains to union station. I even remember walking downtown Cincinati showing off the downtown to my new wife one Christmas, and we found Skyline Chili for lunch across the street from the CG&E windows.

When approximately a junior and a senior, I remember formal dances with several beautiful girls as the winter formal dances were held at Cincinnati Masonic Center. 

But perhaps one of my very strong memories was this: When I was 13 my grandparents recommended that I should take the bus to downtown the day after Thanksdgiving, and do some Christmas shopping on my own. So  I wandered all around the downtown area and took in all possible places(Shillitoes, Carew Tower, etc)  to find gifts that would somehow align with things that I might buy and delight for the family. 

 

Merry Christmas to all.

 

 

 


12/25/20 02:54 PM #5345    

 

Larry Klein

Jeff - you are correct. I left out a critical word in my statement: municipal, and I named the wrong mountain range. Avon Fields is the oldest "municipal" golf course west of the Alleghenys (not the Adirondacks). Detroit Golf Club is and was a private club that, if I read right, began in 1899 with about 100 members. Thanks for the fact-check! 😊


12/25/20 03:44 PM #5346    

 

Jeff Daum

No issues Larry laugh.  Yes, DGC is still private, but was one of the most progressive and integrated (ethnicity, religion and gender) clubs around.  It was great to see the PGA Rocket Morgage Classic there.


12/28/20 12:51 AM #5347    

 

Philip Spiess

To follow up on Dale's and Bruce's memories:

For years the Krohn Conservatory featured a Christmas tree in its lobby (it may still do so) which was decorated with ornaments called "the Woodland Pixies," made out of pine cones and pipe cleaners.  These came from the Trailside Museum in Burnet Woods, where they originated in the 1940s (I think) through the creativity of two sisters [one named Esther?] who were the longtime naturalists at the Trailside Museum.

Speaking of Clifton decorations, another sight (or site) we visited every year were the extravagant light displays at the two houses east of Sally Fox's house.  These two families (one was the Junkless's [sp.?]; the other was their in-laws) were at the very western end of Lafayette Avenue, where it debouches into McAlpin Avenue.  Every year the two houses would add another new decoration, so over the years the yards got rather crowded.  A little later on, Dr. Bell's family, living on McAlpin Avenue just below the end of Lafayette Avenue, started putting up multiple lights and decorations as well, so we, just up McAlpin Avenue to the east, felt blessed that we owned stock in the Cincinnati Gas & Electric Company.  (To the north, in Finneytown, my grandmother's street, Greenfield Drive, was so lit up with colored lights -- every house, as I recall -- that my grandmother often said "it looked like a German beer garden," thus anticipating Dale Gieringer's comment above.)

Speaking of the Cincinnati Gas & Electric Company (bought out a good number of years ago by Duke Energy of North Carolina, making it one of the largest power conglomerates in the Midwest and upper South), its model train exhibit in the CG&E lobby was indeed another one of our annual holiday treats, particularly as my father, who worked for CG&E, had his office in that Fourth and Main Street building.  I don't know whether the track layout for the train exhibit was varied from year to year, but it was the largest I've ever seen.  By comparison, the model train layout at the Baltimore & Ohio Railroad Museum in Baltimore seems quite small, while the annual layout that used to appear at Christmas time amid the shops at Union Station in Washington, D. C. (maybe it still does; haven't been down there in awhile), though large, was never as large as the Cincinnati exhibit.  (It was while viewing this latter train exhibit with my then young son that we suddenly found ourselves abreast of President Clinton and his daughter Chelsea -- and their Secret Service guards! -- who had come from the White House to view the train exhibit and do some Christmas shopping.)  (There has always been a small, though very charming and picturesque, model train running through the plants in one of the rooms at the U. S. Botanical Garden at the foot of Capitol Hill as well.)


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