Donna and I study-Brattle Street Cambridge: Henry Van Brunt-architectural essays

Greek lines and other architectural essays

Please glance at the writing of Henry Van Brunt on art, the Ideal and Aphrodite.
I just referred to Donna as Phi Beta Sexy, she majored in the philosophy of religious art. Today she liked one of the houses on Brattle belonging to the above author. Its a Houghton Mifflin and I used to collect them if printed before 1900. Actually I was looking for Elmwood, the home of James Russel Lowell from his birth untill his death, and I found a beautful yellow house on the corner of Brattle and Elmwood Ave. We had begun with the idea to visit Mount Auburn Cemetary, where Amy Lowell and Longfellow are buried (see previous blog entries), but as we have been there together before decided to return to the Longfellow House. Elmwood was also built during the time of Washington's Command in Cambridge. She wanted, after having seen it at first sight, to tour the Hooper-Lee-Nichols House, built in 1685 ( I have the date 1883 for the Brunt House, but there's a note that reads 1765 for either the Longfellow or for Elmwood, I have to double check).
We continued waling down Brattle Street and decided to tour the Longfellow House.

I signed the guestbook to the Henry Wadsworth Longefellow House and we ascended the stairs to begin the tour. And then we found out the don't allow pocket books or purses, and based on a previous agreement she and I  had from other museums- it's just part of our dating- we politely declined the tour and left. Meaning it did more for us as a couple to live by our arbitrary agreement that she feels more confident with her purse, than had we actually seen the museum.

And as to whether it was Elmwood or not, I think the world of Amy Lowell the poet, and for some reason it was a beautiful garden and a nice piece of architecture- leave it to poetry untill I track it down whether the poet's house is on a corner of Brattle. A cool artist pulled into his drive way later while we were admiring the brass statue's on his front lawn, which is also poetic since it looked like a private reside and were were trying to quickly see whom the statues were of before continuing onward.

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