Stones Rewarded For Yard Work

landscaping.gif”>The yard of Rick and Terry Stone, 1803 E. Howard St., has been named the June 2008 Yard of the Month by the Beautification Committee of the Pontiac Area Chamber of Commerce.

The Stones have resided in the house they built 14 years ago and every year has led to a little more of their landscaping touches.

While not too much of the front yard can be seen because of a privacy hedge along Illinois 116, the open areas at both ends of the curved driveway give a glimpse of the beauty within.

“While the hedge does shut off a lot of view it also has its advantages in that it cuts down a lot of traffic noise from the roadway,” said Terry Stone.

One thing that cannot be overlooked is the unique driveway paving material chosen by the Stones. The off-red gravel-looking material is named “rotten granite” and gives the large curving driveway its own special soft color very different from routine run-of-the-mill white or gray gravel.

Knock-out roses in a deep red are repeated throughout the yard along the front, back and side.

“The roses have done so well and bloomed so profusely this year. I have lots of daffodils which did not bloom that well this year and I was afraid other perennials might follow the same course,” she said. “Instead what a pleasant surprise it has been with the roses and a few others, including the purple perennial salvia.”

“I have also been a little disappointed that more perennials like black-eyed Susans and purple coneflowers are so much later this year. I’m guessing the cold and wet spring has put everything a little behind,” she said.

Rick Stone’s project this spring has been starting some maple trees from maple “helicopter” seeds that blew into the yard.

“While the seedlings look good, they are still small, it’s too early to tell how they will do once set into the landscape as trees,” she said.

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Monday, June 16th, 2008

Edgeworth Garden Shows A European Flair

After growing up among steel mills near Dusseldorf, Germany, Juergen Mross felt very much at home when he moved to Pittsburgh in the 1970s. But he wasn’t as comfortable in the 1950s red-brick Colonial he and his wife, Renate, bought in Edgeworth in 1986. It was large enough for the couple and their four sons, but it had a small entrance and lacked character.

With the help of Gretchen Barlett of Barlett Design, the couple added a foyer and portico with six massive columns in front. Then, in 2006 and 2007, they had landscape architect Ed Werley of Werley Associates and landscape contractor Eichenlaub transform the grounds around the house. Now Mr. Mross feels at home.

Although the house separates the front and back areas, the garden is unified by repetition and contrast, both of naturally mounding plants like azalea, spirea and itea and of curving formal hedges of sheared hornbeams and boxwood. The rows of tall hornbeams, in particular, give the front landscape a formal, European feel. Recently, Hilbish McGee Lighting Design added low-voltage lighting that highlights the hornbeams, facade and other features at night.

In the front and back, large uplights catch the huge old maples and pine trees that form the backdrop for the new landscaping and, in one sense, inspired it. After large limbs nearly struck the house during a storm, Mr. Mross decided it was time for a big change, starting with the elevations. Mr. Werley, who works with his son, John, said the front yard was raised 3 feet and a series of sandstone walls installed around a central curving staircase of carved limestone slabs.

Brick pavers were added near the street to create a dropoff area and are repeated in the walkways and a landing. There, a sculpture of upright logs cast in bronze by artist Peter Calaboyias is the center of a fountain. Originally on the side of the house, it was moved “for greater visual impact,” Mr. Werley said. At night, the hornbeams also pack a visual punch, each with its own uplight.

“There’s a lot going on there, but it’s not bright. It’s subtle,” said Halbane Hilbish, principal owner of Hilbish McGee and a member of the International Association of Lighting Designers.

In the back, Mr. Hilbish subtly lit Japanese maples, weeping Camperdown elms and low sandstone walls topped by loose hedges of yew and blue holly and rows of spirea and cranberry bush viburnum. Three weeping cherries and other specimen trees were salvaged from an earlier redesign and reused.

Other older elements play parts in the new design. A new arched gate leads to “the treehouse,” where the four Mross boys held countless sleepovers. They’re now ages 30, 27, 25 and 18. The new curving stone walls bracket a new cedar garden house built by Vixen Hill, and new sheared boxwood hedges line the new conservatory. More ‘Winter Gem’ boxwood and a bay window frame a Japanese Stewartia that has been limbed up slightly to enhance the view of the garden. Around its base are Yak rhododendrons, fothergilla and ‘Goldflame’ spirea.

“The spirea has flowers and nice fall color — a yellowish red,” said Ryan Johnson, project administrator for Eichenlaub.

He said the hardest part of this project was access — a road had to be cut from front to back — and finding space to stockpile plants and materials. When it was finished, it won an Award for Landscape Excellence from the Pennsylvania Landscape and Nursery Association.

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Monday, June 16th, 2008

Haeg: Cut The Grass, Plant An ‘edible Estate’

To children of suburbia, the lawn is perhaps our first hands-on experience of nature.

It’s the green expanse we, as kids, tended, perhaps for a bit of extra allowance, by weeding or mowing. And yet, like so much landscaping, its form is hardly natural, being shaped by American social structures, real estate imperatives, chemical fertilizers and herbicides.

To rethink this front-of-the-house space as the home of more useful plant life brushes up against surprisingly solid foundations, and it’s the impetus for “Edible Estates,” the eco-activist project and book of architect and conceptual artist Fritz Haeg, who creates transformations of ornamental turf to crop-bearing front yards. With the subtitle, “Attack on the Front Lawn,” Haeg acknowledges just how revolutionary the idea strikes many American homeowners; there’s a place for everything, and the social structure of the suburban landscape places manicured grass front and center.

The book reveals the reasons, many of them class-based and inherited from our British forebears.

“The front lawn was born of vanity and decadence, under the assumption that fertile land was infinite,” Haeg writes in his introduction, pointing to how a vast patch of green highlights the majesty of the manor.

Both notions bring up current concerns about sustainability; we’re increasingly realizing that the earth indeed has its limits and that homes are part of a delicate balance of finances, resources, government regulations and unspoken neighborhood values.

In the United States, the lawn’s ubiquity is about pride in the home, as well as in creating open, democratic greenery (even when most outdoor suburban living takes place in the backyard).

An entertaining 1991 essay by Michael Pollan is reprinted in the book, bringing his usual incisive social and ecological insights, as well as autobiographical gardening anecdotes, to a polemic against lawn mowing. He invokes neighborhood landscaping covenants and the puritanical sense of control exerted over trimmed grass, which is never allowed to flower and seed.

Lawns are nature purged of sex and death,” he writes. “No wonder Americans like them so much.”

Haeg’s project is an activist gesture, his gardens serving as advertisements for alternative land uses. He put out open calls for homeowners willing to relandscape; the book documents examples in Kansas, California, New Jersey and England, each supplemented with garden plans and notes from the participants.

Michael Foti writes a blog about his family’s front yard in Lakewood (Los Angeles County).

“We never really paid much attention to the front of the house when the lawn was there,” Foti notes. Like most of the participants, he finds that public cultivation of fruits and vegetables fosters a sense of community: kids coming by to pick strawberries and neighbors volunteering to help out.

An essay by Foti’s daughter Cecilia, for her seventh-grade class, is included, and it attests to her passionate belief in the form: “The American lawn needs to be eradicated from our society, and fast!” She backs up her claim by citing environmental, social and health benefits.

The book is an interesting hybrid of elements. It’s part green political tract, part social history, and part how-to guide. There’s a resource section, printed on brown paper, that includes a regional planting guide, informational Web sites, an extensive bibliography and testimonials by makers of their own unofficial edible estates.

While there are plenty of photographs included, the one thing that doesn’t quite come across is a convincing garden aesthetic; not all of the front yards seem all that attractive, even if they have designated seating areas to sit and smell the tomatoes.

It’s an interesting irony since Haeg’s project is very much positioned in the art world; he’s included in the current Whitney Biennial in New York (with a project called Animal Estates, in which he installs habitats - a bald eagle nest, for example - for creatures that have lived in Manhattan, on the site of the art museum).

Haeg is perhaps the best known of these garden conceptualists, though you can take his ideas at face value: His work is ultimately about positive ways of adapting to our current environmental realities - by whatever means necessary.

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Monday, May 12th, 2008

Wilton Landscaping Company Wins Design Award

The Connecticut Chapter of the American Society of Landscape Architects has awarded a Connecticut Design Award to Dickson DeMarche Landscape Architects/The LaurelRock Company at 969 Danbury Road.

The chapter gives the Connecticut Design Awards each year to recognize excellence in landscape architectural design, planning and analysis, communication and research.

Dickson DeMarche Landscape Architects/The LaurelRock Company won a merit award for their work on a beachfront retreat in Westport, an entry in the built works/residential category.

The owners of a beachfront home in Westport purchased an adjacent house to create a compound for themselves and their grown children. The design challenges were significant: The owners wanted to make the second house subordinate to the main house; attractively include a tennis court in the front yard; increase privacy from the seasonally busy street; preserve specimen plants; and provide additional protection from nor’easter storms, according to a release.

The new tennis court was positioned close to the second house to emphasize that building’s ancillary role. A lattice fence was used as the tennis court enclosure, employing a garden to diminish the impact of the large void within. The two homes were then joined by stone paths and walkways through gardens.

Japanese black pine, inkberry, bayberry, tall ornamental grasses and a mixture of twiggy deciduous shrubs were planted to provide variety in color and texture while subduing views between the outdoor living areas and the road.

Broad lawn swaths were juxtaposed with planting beds of spirea, hydrangea, dwarf pines and perennials. The beds were mulched with washed pebbles and gravel to carry the beach theme through the landscape.

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Wednesday, May 7th, 2008

Farewell onerous patch of green; your evil reign is over

Call it a mercy killing.

That’s how I like to look at the ongoing act of lawn-icide being played out in the former front yard. It’s the official End of My Grass, and it’s a big deal a lifetime milestone.

To fully appreciate this, one has to have a certain degree of green staining around the soles of his Converse Chuck Taylors.For many of us growing up, lawn-mowing was the official primary chore. If you think that’s light duty, just ask any Northwest native kid who’s been there/mowed that.

Around these parts, grass grows about nine months out of the year. Our backyards are like outdoor incubators for the stuff. Between the incessant rain and sorry, but this is true natural fertilizer in some small towns that still have septic fields rather than sewage treatment, grass grows faster than America’s national debt.

At our house, mowing during the heavy growth season (roughly: March through November) was an every-five-days thing. Or should have been. In reality, the twice-monthly mowings turned into survivalist training.

Remember? With your old Sears mower humming along, belching black smoke and tossing oil as casually as candy from a parade clown, you inched the beast forward into a 12-inch-high, impenetrable forest of green. Your mower would buck violently, cough, choke, sputter, nearly die, then, inexplicably, roar back to life, hawking up from its throat a ghastly clump of hashed-up dandelion/spinach souffl%26#233;.

Then you would back up 6 inches, push forward again, and renew the fight. Seven or eight hours later, you’d be done and, if you had a really huge God-forsaken lawn, the part you first mowed would be ready to mow again.

Don’t even get us started about raking. Or the collective mountain of fresh, hidden dog piles we’ve mowed through or stepped into over the ages.

Some kids, of course, made the best of all this, went into lawn mowing as a side business, and bought their own Camaros. The rest of us? We can’t even discuss the lawn without lapsing into grass-hate speech.

You don’t grow out of it.

That’s why even today, even as mature, adult Northwesterners with relatively low REI numbers, most of us guys still curse our grass. And pity the fool who tries to escape it. Despite all the recent warnings about lawns wasting water and fouling the earth with chemicals and mower smoke, most new homes still have at least a token patch of green lawn.

So even as master of your own domain, you look out your own window and face your old demons. You never do anything with that grass except mow it every four days. And every time you pull the rope on the Toro, you relive the trauma.

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Sunday, March 23rd, 2008

Landscape design can solve many backyard problems

live in a small cottage home in a nice location, but my “blah” backyard has too much lawn and not enough privacy from my neighbors. I like my neighbors, but don’t feel like saying “hello” every morning when I am in the yard with my coffee.

Many homeowners yearn for a private park in their own backyard for relaxing as well as a practical yard to meet their family’s needs for entertaining and play, says Susan Silva, owner of Susan Silva Landscape Design in Orangevale. There’s a multitude of things to consider before putting a shovel into the ground, so it is always best to start with a plan designed to cover the overall picture, even if you have to implement it in stages.

landscaping2.gif“Privacy can be easily addressed with trees and tall shrubs, but it’s vital to consider the size of the yard,” Silva says. “In smaller yards, I like to mix varieties of tall, linear shrubs along the fence line and add canopy-type trees so you can see underneath them to other areas of the yard and enjoy the shade they create for the patio area.

“In larger backyards, the choices of big trees and shrubs are endless, but they need to be properly planted in the right locations, always considering their growth at maturity.”

Sometimes the best remedy for a two-story house overlooking the rear property line is a tall trellis or patio cover designed with lattice panels to create immediate privacy. Silva often suggests placing a gazebo in just the right spot, and enclosing it with billowy, outdoor fabric drapes to allow for private dining. Arbors, gazebos, and patio covers all need to be properly placed for the most privacy and also to meet local setback requirements.

When remodeling a yard, Silva says, she looks carefully at existing trees, shrubs and other features in hopes of keeping as many of the original elements as possible while creating something new and beautiful. Many mature plants are worth saving; old patios can often be updated by saw-cutting the edges into new shapes and overlaying new materials onto the old gray concrete.

“I assume by ‘blah’ you mean boring with little interest, color, or movement, and in need of a focal point,” she says. “That’s why I always try to create a feeling of intrigue, fun and mystery into every yard, big or small, to make it truly special.”

One inexpensive and simple idea is to create a curvy path from one area to a decorative gate. Curved paths can be made of flagstone and ground cover, pavers, gravel or even a meandering piece of lawn. The gate can match the style of the home or be an eclectic, artistic, colorful one-of-a-kind feature.

“Whether it leads to a rose garden, a serene fountain and bench, a vegetable and herb garden or even just disguises a storage area, a gate creates a feeling of mystery and the illusion of much more space beyond it,” Silva says.

“Building the gate with an arbor to grow fragrant climbing mixed vines such as pink roses and lavender clematis would increase the color and your pleasure and joy in your yard even more.”

Silva included these elements in the backyard plan she recently completed for Wendy Wells and John Schimandle in Rocklin. Although their half-acre lot backs up to Clover Valley Creek, a fence and a steep hill covered with blackberry brambles blocked their view of the creek. Many overgrown, diseased shrubs camouflaged the majestic oak trees and classic koi pond in their existing backyard.

The remodeling project will consist of tearing out the 40-year-old shrubbery, incorporating new patio shapes and materials, installing a large, open lawn with curved borders, and planting colorful privacy shrubs and flowers. Covering a metal-screen fence with climbing vines will hide a storage shed, while removing the fence and terracing the hill leading down to the creek will open up the yard so it looks and feels larger.

“The highlight of the yard will be a new enclosed redwood deck perched over the creek for meditation and yoga,” says Silva. “A new curvy path made in a colorful mosaic pattern of tiles will wind from Wendy’s yoga hut, past the koi pond, and lead to a new wooden gate and arbor of colorful, fragrant flowering vines.”

The new gate will connect the backyard to the side and front yards, which Silva redesigned for the couple several years ago. Wells says they could only afford to install new landscaping in the front half of their lot the first time they hired Silva. They love the results so much, they know it was worth waiting to do the back.

“If you could see my front yard you would know it was the work of a true artist, Wells says. “When you drive down my street, you see many yards that look nice but very structured with all the standard stuff, while ours has a special touch that catches your eye. We have paved pathways that draw you to the front door of our home, unique plants that no one else has, and people who walk by constantly tell us our yard is so beautiful.”

Shade from all the trees in the side yard kept grass from growing there, so they did nothing with that area until Silva turned it into a beautiful garden of ferns, hydrangeas and other shade-loving plants with a flagstone path in the middle, Wells says.

“From the street, you will be able to see past the intriguing new gate, inviting you into the backyard,” Wells says. “It will be beautiful walking under the trees and feel quiet and peaceful, like you’re in a little piece of the country. It will be magical, I know.”

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Wednesday, March 19th, 2008

Woodland Park Zoo’s orangutan twins turn 40

In their outdoor enclosure, they had torn up their birthday boxes and wrapping paper, and the shredded remains were all over the ground and in the trees.

The five orangutans at the Woodland Park Zoo were taking part Saturday in the 40th birthday celebration of two of them the twins Towan and Chinta.

With the two males weighing in at about 310 pounds each (with the estimated strength of six men, and arms spanning 7 feet) and the three females at about half that weight, this was a birthday as only apes could have one. They all got presents, and they all tore them apart.

The presents were blankets orangutans use them to sleep on, for warmth and to protect their heads from sun or rain.

They also got 1-%26#189;-foot, capped PVC pipes with food inside. The orangutans like to twist open the pipes, use sticks to pull out the food, and then like to peer through the pipes and throw them around. The pipes are made of very thick PVC.

In honor of the birthday party and probably because it was a sunny day zoo attendance was 7,600. The public wanted to see the large, gentle apes.

Great public interest

Life at the zoo for the orangutans is markedly different today from when Towan and Chinta were born on Feb. 19, 1968.

They were born at the zoo to great public interest, with this newspaper and radio station KVI-AM holding a contest to name them. Their names, said the zoo, are Indonesian and mean “big boss” for Towan, and “love” for Chinta, his sister.

But the great public interest back then did not translate into a change in their living conditions.

Four decades ago, the twins wound up in the Great Ape House, a sterile, concrete environment standard for zoos of that era.

Marian Davenport, 81, remembered it well.

In 1968, she lived across the street from the zoo, and for her six children, “the zoo was their front yard,” she said. Back then, there was no entrance fee, no fences, no locked gates.

Then-zoo director Frank Vincenzi asked Davenport to form and supervise a staff to feed and care for the baby orangutans, on grounds that she already had experience raising six human babies.

The baby orangutans would cling tightly to Davenport as she bottle-fed them human baby formula.

“Sometimes I’d have a hard time prying them loose,” she said.

Davenport remembered life in the Ape House, which also housed the legendary Bobo the Gorilla.

“Bobo was behind glass. He’d run from one side to the other, hit a wall, run back, and hit the other wall,” she said. “Those things were pretty much concrete.”

The Great Ape House was torn down in 1996.

Today, the orangutans live in the Trail of Vines exhibit area. It’s about as natural as a city zoo can get, with large outdoor and indoor enclosures that include an artificial creek, poplars, willows, bamboo, artificial vines, and hammocks made of fire hose, strong enough to hold a relaxing male orangutan.

The human crowds on Saturday seemed to utter a steady stream of oohs and ahhs at the orangutans.

They tried to guess which were the birthday twins. They pressed digital cameras against the glass, while from the other side, the apes looked back with passing curiosity. On the zoo’s Web site, there is this explanation for why orangutans raised in a nursery by humans look closely into the eyes of visitors:

” … these orangutans have a greater interest in people and enjoy ‘visiting’ with them. They especially like young children and visitors who come on a regular basis. … “

“Orangutan groupies”

The zookeepers have a term for some of the regular human visitors “orangutan groupies.”

Among those attending Saturday’s party was Eric Sano, 46, a Seattle police officer.

He was 6 when he, his mother and younger brother went to the Bellevue Public Library and looked through books containing Indonesian names so they could enter the baby-orangutan-naming contest. Sano’s names won, over submissions such as “Romeo and Juliet” and “Jack and Jill.”

Sano looked around the parade of moms and dads and babies in strollers. He hadn’t been to the zoo for a while, he said.

“All of these people came out for orangutans. It’s wild,” he said.

In the wild, orangutans live to 35 to 40 years.

In captivity their daily lives monitored by zookeepers, antibiotics at the ready orangutans can live into their 50s.

So Towan and Chinta, who have had their photos taken by the curious for 14,600 days, can look forward to at least 5,475 more.

Zookeepers say the orangutans have the ability to recognize certain words.

Apparently, “royalty check” aren’t among them.

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Monday, February 25th, 2008

A Day With Abe New tour of D.C. residence recaptures Lincolns life

WASHINGTON, D.C. — For obvious reasons, the White House is largely out of bounds to the public. History buffs looking to follow in the footsteps of Abraham Lincoln, therefore, typically end up at two places when visiting our nation’s capital: Ford’s Theatre on 10th Street NW, where the president was fatally shot while attending a performance of “Our American Cousin” on April 14, 1865, and the Petersen House across the street, where he died in a back bedroom early the next morning.

Yet neither of those sites — nor the Abraham Lincoln Presidential Library and Museum in Springfield, Ill. — really captured the day-to-day life of the 16th president of the United States.

So it’s with great anticipation that President Lincoln’s Cottage at the Soldiers’ Home opens to the public Tuesday, the day after Presidents Day, as a National Trust historic site.

“Ford’s Theatre talks about his death, and Springfield talks about his pre-presidential years,” says Frank Milligan, director of the $16 million site in northwest Washington, D.C. “[Lincoln] spent a third of his presidency out here, so this was very much a family home.”

If you go

Getting there: President Lincoln’s Cottage at the Soldiers’ Home is located on the Armed Forces Retirement Home campus in Washington, D.C. The entrance to the campus is the Eagle Gate at Rock Creek Church Road N.W. and Upshur Street N.W., 20011. Parking is available. The site also is available by public transportation; for directions, visit www.lincolncottage.org.

Hours, admission: The cottage is open from 10 a.m. to 3 p.m. Mon.-Sat. and from noon to 3 p.m. Sun. (Nov. 1 through March 31) and from 10 a.m. to 4 p.m. Mon.-Sat. and from noon to 4 p.m. Sun (April 1-Oct. 31). Tours, which are limited to 15 people, last about one hour. Tickets cost $12 for adults, $8 for National Trust members and $5 for children 6 to 12. Photo identification is required to enter because this is on a federal campus. Reservations are strongly recommended and can be made online or by phone at 1-800-514-3849.

The Robert H. Smith Visitor Education Center, located in a restored 1905 Beaux Arts building adjacent to the cottage, features related media presentations and rotating exhibits; the current “In Pursuit of Emancipation” includes a signed copy of the Emancipation Proclamation and the pen Lincoln used to sign it. Hours: daily from 9:30 a.m. to 4:30 p.m. (Nov. 1-March 31) and 9:30 a.m. to 6 p.m. (April 1-Oct. 31).

Don’t feel bad if you’ve never heard about this pretty 2 1/2-story Gothic Revival residence, because save for a small group of academics and dedicated Lincoln nuts, nobody else has either. Used as administrative offices for much of the past century, it was only recently rediscovered as a place of historical significance.

And although it’s called a cottage, it’s anything but. Built in 1842 as a year-round home for George Washington Riggs, a prominent banker, it counts 34 rooms.

The federal government purchased the white stucco house and 256 acres from Riggs in 1851 with the idea of turning the property into a veterans’ retirement home. And, indeed, during Lincoln’s time, upward of 200 disabled veterans resided in two houses next to the cottage. But thinking it would be “good politics” to have a president stay here during the hot summer months, they offered it to President James Buchanan as a kind of 19th-century Camp David.

Washington during the 1850s, with most of its streets unpaved and many government buildings only half-built, was a pretty miserable place in the summer, plagued by sweltering temperatures and swampy, unsanitary water conditions. The cottage, on the third-highest spot in the capital and three miles from the heat and congestion of central Washington, was usually about 10 degrees cooler and offered pleasant breezes, along with a good water supply. (From his bedroom, Lincoln could see the Capitol dome under construction.)

Lincoln first visited the cottage at Buchanan’s suggestion three days after his inauguration on March 4, 1861. Yet with the start of the Civil War six weeks later, the family wouldn’t actually stay there until the summer of 1862. It was none too soon: his 11-year-old son, Willie, had died that February, most likely from typhoid fever caused by contaminated water from a nearby canal that fed the White House. Lincoln loved the cottage so much that he often stayed until the middle of November, by which time the staff started to get cold and ornery.

It was in this quiet setting that President Lincoln spent much of 1862 working through his emancipation plan and plotting wartime strategies, meeting with Union officers and political opponents. He and wife Mary also entertained there, sometimes on the large veranda overlooking the front yard, other times in the second-floor library, where Lincoln would stand with his back to the hearth and tell stories or jokes or read aloud from books.

“He was very well-read when it came to certain poets — for example, he could run lines from Alexander Pope’s ‘Essay on Man,’ ” says Mr. Milligan. “And he loved to read Shakespeare.”

Most historic house museums aim to transport visitors back in time by immersing visitors in the “stuff” of the period, namely furniture, photos and other personal items. But not the Lincoln Cottage. The goal here is to get people to come to know Lincoln as a person, and so there’s just a smattering of Civil War-era furnishing so as to not be distracting.

Or, as Mr. Milligan explains, “We didn’t want our visitors to get into the questioning mode of ‘Which seat did the president sit in?’ ”

Which is not to say the restoration, nearly eight years in the making, isn’t stunningly authentic: Most of the woodwork is original, along with the marble fireplaces, the paint colors (hidden beneath 23 layers of paint) and the jib doors in the main parlor that the 6-foot-4 Lincoln undoubtedly hit his head on when walking out onto the veranda. The trust also reproduced sconces from a picture found in the house and hired a firm to trace all the gas lines so they knew where to hang them.

To paint that intimate portrait, the museum draws on the many letters and diary entries written by, to and about Lincoln during his tenure. Some are read aloud by “historical voices” as images flash across a screen. For instance, visitors will hear the voice of Mary imploring her husband to stop making the three-mile commute between the White House and the cottage: “If you value your life, do I intrigue of you, discontinue your visits out of the city.”

Early on, notes Mr. Milligan, Lincoln made that daily trip alone on horseback or by carriage; the president enjoyed stopping ambulance transports to talk to veterans coming from the front, and visiting the contraband camps near the cottage — a refuge for escaped slaves — to join residents in prayer and song.

But while Lincoln seemed unconcerned, Secretary of War Edwin Stanton and others feared for his safety. So by fall 1862, he had military escorts: the 150th Pennsylvania Volunteer Infantry Bucktail Regiment out of Meadville. Even so, a would-be assassin’s bullet still found its way through Lincoln’s stovetop hat one August night in 1864. (A Union guard found it with a bullet hole through the crown.)

In a way, the hourlong tour culminates in Lincoln’s bedroom on the second floor, where museum interpreters tackle the topic of emancipation. While Lincoln — an ambitious man with a strong moral compass — wasn’t particularly religious, he was spiritual, says Mr. Milligan. So he viewed the decision to free the slaves as a huge accomplishment. It was controversial, of course; a lot of Southern visitors and some Northerners took issue with the fact that the proclamation, as a military necessity, only freed the slaves within the “rebellious” states. And in 1864, Lincoln was besieged by his political handlers to back away from his commitment to the 13th Amendment to abolish slavery in order to win re-election.

To hammer that point home, the room holds only an exact copy of the desk on which he drafted that important document, and this quote above the fireplace: “If my name ever goes into history, it will be for this act, and my whole soul is in it.”

In creating what they hope is a dynamic tour, the museum is “challenging” people to think about Lincoln in his humanity.

“He shouldn’t be thought of as being on a pedestal, like the Lincoln Monument,” says Mr. Milligan. “He had certain limitations to his views, and they should be presented.”

Gretchen McKay can be reached at gmckay@post-gazette.com or 412-263-1419.

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Sunday, February 17th, 2008

A nautical wheeler

Sometimes a garden is not merely a garden but is more like a work of folk art, unique and individualistic, expressing the interests and personality of its creator. The nautical tableau in Bob Schmengers front yard is that type of garden.

No one would guess that this cheerful scene had a sad beginning. In the late 1970s, Schmenger and his second wife bought a vacant lot in Los Osos and together designed their dream house, complete with a rooftop widows walk to reflect Bobs love of the sea. She selected all the interior furnishings and d%26#233;cor, but she died in 1982, before they could move in. The house still holds bittersweet memories, and Schmenger prefers being outdoors.

The outdoor spaces had been his territory from the planning stages. The backyard is devoted to fruit trees and vegetables, all grown organically.

The retired aerospace pattern-maker skillfully layed out the front yard with salvia and lavender in front of the porch, Hollywood junipers screening the windows and a free-form bed of African daisy ground cover, defined by pilings. The outermost half of the space was simply covered with truckloads of rock %26#8212; its expanse relieved by a street-side berm planted with bright gaillardias, salvias and penstemon.

One of Schmengers favorite pastimes has been beach walking%26#8212;collecting shells and interesting debris washed ashore by the surf. During the difficult emotional times following his wifes death, walking and gardening were therapeutic outlets.

Realizing that his rock-mulched area needed some kind of accent in scale with its dimensions, he acquired an old boat that had been abandoned near the Morro Bay landing. But when placed in the front yard, the boat looked empty and lonely.

As a result, he commissioned the standing sea captain that was carved from wood by an Oregon artist. Thus began this very personal garden that Schmengers daughter, Trisha, dubbed %26#8220;A Nautical Disneyland.%26#8221;

Before long, Schmenger had become an inveterate collector of all things nautical.

People who saw his garden passed on tips about fishing apparatus that was being discarded. He discovered some fishing gear in unlikely places, like the fishnet found in the desert.

Schmenger and his brother, Carlos, took boards from a pier that was being dismantled and reconfigured them into a landlocked, zig-zag mini pier.

Carlos, a retired house painter, also painted all the signs and the model lighthouse. The lobster traps on the pier are not real; Schmenger crafted them of scrap wood. Among his other acquisitions was a second boat, with a fisher-mannequin dressed in thrift-shop clothing.

Schmenger still enjoys playing around with his small nautical accents, periodically rearranging shells and a %26#8220;snake pit%26#8221; of appropriately shaped driftwood among some succulents.

He wishes he could replace the deteriorating plaster gulls; they were inexpensive when purchased years ago in Mexico. However, the only birds Schmenger has found locally are wooden, carved by artists.

Now in his early 90s, he declares that he doesnt have enough years left to enjoy $50 sea gulls, so hell just enjoy the garden as it is.

Everyone who sees it enjoys it, too. And thats what folk art is all about.

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Sunday, February 17th, 2008

Father daughter shot dead

A .22 calibre gun was also found.
Police, who have launched a homicide inquiry, yesterday confirmed the deceased as Isla Bank farmer Graeme Dore, 67, and his special needs daughter Sarah-Jane Dore, 27, a powerlifter who competed at the Special Olympics in Shanghai last year.
They lived at their rural Hamilton Rd property with Mr Dores wife, Catherine.
A family member found the father and daughter after 5pm.
Detective sergeant Mark McCloy said that, at this stage, police were not looking for anyone else in relation to the shootings.
The deaths have shocked those involved with Ruru Special School in Invercargill, where Sarah-Jane was a pupil for about seven years and Graeme was the board of trustees chairman for six years until about 2005.
Board chairman Tom Hackett said the nature of the deaths had stunned those who knew the pair.
%26quot;All the thoughts go through your head of what went wrong … somethings gone disastrously wrong.%26quot; Mr Dore, who was %26quot;such a nice man%26quot;, was a strong advocate in ensuring the rights of parents were met at the school, Mr Hackett said.
He was also at the forefront of a winning battle waged by the school board to keep the school open when closure was mooted by the Labour Government several years ago, Mr Hackett said.
The school was planning to honour Mr Dore and Sarah-Jane in some way, yet to be decided.
%26quot;They were a big part of the Ruru School community.%26quot; Farm duties at the Dore property were yesterday being carried out by a member of Mr Dores extended family.
Neighbours spoken to yesterday were stunned that two of their community had been taken in such tragic circumstances, some saying it had yet to sink in.
Mr Dore was president of the Thornbury Bowling Club, where women members played a scheduled bowls tournament yesterday.
%26quot;He would have wanted it to go ahead,%26quot; one of the bowlers said.
Another echoed the thought of several others: %26quot;Its a tragic thing. It will have a tremendous effect on the community. They were wonderful people, a wonderful family.%26quot; Mr Dore had farmed at the property all his life, having taking the farm over from his father, and was a humble and well-liked man who participated in the community, one man said.
Another neighbour said: %26quot;I feel sorry for the mum. This is a small community and it is going to be rocked something wicked.%26quot; It is understood Mr Dore became ill when he was in Shanghai for the Special Olympics with Sarah-Jane last year, and had spent some time in hospital since returning to Southland.
Sarah-Jane competed at the Special Olympic World Summer Games in powerlifting, posting a fourth in the deadlift and three fifth placings in the squat, bench and combination.
The scene remained cordoned off yesterday, with a large police tent in the front yard and police clad in white uniforms investigating the scene.
The bodies were removed from the large brick and roughcast house at 4.30pm and autopsies are to be carried out today.
A Dore family member said the extended family had pulled together.

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Sunday, February 17th, 2008