Boston:A dome of many-coloured glass- we walked by her house today.

A dome of many-coloured glass

Please use the above link for a (free) electronic copy of this volume of poetry.
Living on the North Shore, near Rockport, between Salem and Rockport, rather, I had a copy of this book, the same first edition, I believe, when I was in High School during 1978-79. Most of my volumes of poetry were Riverside Press Editions published by Houghton Mifflin after 1885 and before 1900. But I do very fondly remember reading Amy Lowell when I was sixteen, seventeen.
Today we walked by her house.  Last year Donna and I infrequently visited Mount Auburn Cemetery and included walking tours of Brattle Street. So to begin Spring we took the parallel to Brattle and found the Oliver-Gerry-Lowell House, built in 1767. Not to be coy or pretentious but I've always known it was the home of the poetess, but it is real deceiving to walk down Brattle and try to see it. This afternoon we went to the front entrance of Elmwood, but its gate was closed. We admired the house and read the plaque and agreed that it could in fact be a private residence. We wondered who would live in it and if they would have to be a famous author, Donna then offering to keep it mind that when we could later afford it that I would like it. There was a chauffeur parked outside in a minature limosene, and  I politely tried to find out who lived in the house and the driver only provided the information that the Longfellow House was open to the public, and I acknowledged my knowing that and thanked him.

When I returned to our apartment I did a little looking and found out who presently does reside in the building.
Donna has a small purple violet in her purse that I picked from their outside gate (just over the lotline? I hope) that is like one of the purple violets that I had in my backyard on the North Shore. I told her that honestly, they didn't seem that hard to replace; they're pretty, but not expensive.

Scott Lord

Patriot's Day Weekend, Boston

It is with sincere appreciation that I thank the woman that I had dinner with, hold hands with, and live with, for everything this weekend, especially for trusting my judgement, if only that. For making love and for allowing me to say in bed, "Thank you for trusting me." For having dinner with me and for allowing me to say, "Thank you for acting accordingly.", whether or not that was the exact right thing to say, and for its sentiment. Thank you for your company, Donna. ---------------------- added later today: We only just returned from having dinner. As a prayer from Donna, add to that we had our date tonight at Boston University West and skipped going to Marsh Chapel after, where she often enters the church alone, while I wait outside. We were in fact waiting to eat there yesterday at precisely when the news broke- I got her to Harvard University as quickly as I could, where we had dinner there (Harvard Square) (which is what I meant by her allowing me to bring her). It wasn't untill dinner tonight that we learned that Boston University was involved.

Gift From the Sea- a present for Donna on the way to Marsh Chapel

The radio station in Cambridge Boston keeps playing I Don't Know How to Love Him, by Helen Reddy, which is fine initself and foritself. Donna and I were at Macy's again and because most of the old book stores have left Cambridge I went to West Street and picked up a copy of Ingmar Bergman Directs, by John Simon and a replacement copy of Images by Bergman. I needed to look for books and appreciated Donna having gone with me, so while she was busy for an hour near Boston University, quickly scooped a copy of Gift From the Sea in Allston. I would have gotten it for her in Boston had I seen itWe went for breakfast and when she got home she pointed out that she had had seven pieces of French Toast, more than she had ordered, which was endearing. She visits Marsh Chapel to quietly pray alone. The stained glass is pretty with the backlight. (She just walks in and spends a couple minutes in the church in prayer and then leaves). With the nicer weather, we coupled it yesterday afternoon by going to the Square and through the Common. Apparently she was noticing thins that were always there that you don't really pay attention to and we found the "Washington Elm", an oak tree that was there in the 1600's that had been a marker for Washington's revolutionary was command and the colonial elections- but there is also a plaque on Ann Hutchinson that I had missed that seems to say that she just missed being seen as a witch, interestingly. So Gift from the Sea began our Spring, a little late after Easter due to the weather. She watched Mrs. Dalloway (Vannessa Redgrave) in bed while I typed. The film is good, in between belletristic or literate and artificially opulent and pretentious to where it is ostentatious. It happens to involve relationships and character study. The ideas are supposed to be those that challenge a generation, but the whirlpool they find themselves in is youth and affectation. The writing I like- the acting I'm hesitant, the Prime Minister showing up at a party is a little heavy given their form of social climbing, but a good script. I skimmed Gift from the Sea and came up with the analogy that seashells are (can be) inexplicably symbolic for Gravestones.

Donna and I attended the Easter service at Park Street Church, Tremont Street Boston

The Easter hope

I only have time to skim the above volume, but it seems on the same order of the service we attended at the Park Street Church this evening for Easter. I believe it was a reading of Matthew 28 (29, last chapter in Matthew). Nor do I have notes on the sermon, which had the theme of "Christ has risen".  The minister is always interesting and erudite, so one way that it helped is that it was like a classroom (or "study"). Donna enjoys singing  
Hymns.

Picture Play Magazine 1932-

Picture Play Magazine (1932)

I recently bought two copies of Picture Play Magazine, both from 1932 in an old bookstore in Boston that were packaged together in a bag of seven. I couldn't see what magazines they were except for the one on the top, but for the adventure, they were only three dollars at the time. So for the adventure, please accept the entire year of Picture Play Magazine for 1932 at the above link, the two issues I have and the remainder of the years other ten issues, and the film reviews of Norbert Lusk.

I now own a copy of this issue. Again, please skim through the entire year after scrolling back up to the above link.


Scott LordScott Lord

Donna and I Shopping at Packard's Corner- Picture Play Magazine

I brought home two issues of Picture Play Magazine from 1932 and one from 1938 after dinner tonight. The one above has a still photo from the film Mata Hari.

In the "bookstore" I was in where I bought her a Nancy Drew from 1965 yesterday, there are plastic bags of  paperbacks, usually four or five. We had seen Ellie Weisell at B.U. during one of the three lectures he gave last year, so I spotted his novel in one of the packages, it being sold with a copy of Turgenev and or All Quietly Flows, and right below it was a large plastic  package with a copy of Picture Play 1938 with Carol Lombard on the cover and there being no way of knowing what the other  magazines really were.

During dinner in Packard's Corner I opened it to find there were about seven magazines:

Silver Screen December 1933 (Hepburn Cover)

Picture Play May 1938 (Lombard Cover)

Picture Play January 1932

Picture Play March 1932

Screen Life September 1940

Screenland April 1937

two other magazines were so miscellaneous that I gave Donna the Woman's Day from 1965.

So because it was a "grab bag" (potluck?) , I got the entire introductory collection for under five dollars, but the worthwhile thing is that Donna said something that was memorable {or that you should write down a couple things that you're lover says for later} when she asked if I had ever have an old or real  magazine before. I told her that I've only been studying magazines since we've been living together, sometimes there is a week where I glance through them everynight on the computer while listening to old time radio mysteries with the headphone, the Museum of Modern Art and Library of Congress both having put online collections of magazines from 1914 to 1937- The entire original Strand Magazine (publisher of Arthur Conan Doyle) can be read online.

In the actual magazines that were arbitrarily put together in the bag I got today there was included a published Clarence Sinclair Bull portrait of Greta Garbo.