Nice.
That toddlin’ town!
Must have been for Mairdie.
>>That toddlin’ town!
Must have been for Mairdie.
For the time I worked at the Adler Planetarium, that was the view I saw every day and evening.
“Chicago rising greyly in the wet mist. Moment at dusk when buildings are silver sword thrusts of slim shadow. Lights flashing like crystal beads on the dark suede walls of the Carbon and Carbide Building. The rain stops suddenly ... a gold-rose sifts through the grey haze melting gradually into the sharper outlines of night, quick night in Chicago.”
From mother’s poem, “Chicago Sketches.” Got her a letter from a Boston publisher offering to publish a book of her work if she had enough poems to fill one. She was shy and never answered.
That it was!
(Not in this picture, but she likes Buckingham Fountain!)