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Huntington Library and Gardens

Huntington Library & Gardens, San Marino CA
The Sadeks at the Huntington


Until I started planning this trip I hadn’t heard of the Huntington Library and Gardens in San Marino. I was just looking for a museum to visit, since the Getty Villa would be closed the day I wanted to go. As it turned out, I got to see both the Getty Villa and the Huntington. Let me tell you – you’ve got to go to the Huntington.


Even now that I’ve been there, I don’t quite know how to describe the Huntington – which might be part of the problem.  The official name of the place is The Huntington Library.  Quite frankly, though I’m very grateful our nation is blessed with wonderful libraries, I don’t consider them as tourist destinations.   Also, it’s in San Marino, not LA, so maybe that’s why I’d never heard of it.  Call it what you will, it’s one of the most amazing places I’ve ever been and very little of it is actually a library.


As I researched LA, some clue hinted at an art museum inside the grounds of the Huntington Library.  Following my nose I found The Huntington’s website and investigated their collection.  I about had a heart attack.  Staring right at me from the webpage was Blue Boy – yes, Gainsborough’s Blue Boy.  And do you want to know who is looking at Blue Boy from across the room?  You’re not going to believe it!! Pinkie!  Thomas Lawrence’s painting of a young girl in pink and white.  (Go ahead and click over there, I’ll wait.)You’ll be amazed  You’ve seen prints of the two displayed together a million times.  Well, at the Huntington, the real things are in the same room…looking at one another.  It was almost too much for me to bear.

Huntington Library & Gardens, San Marino CA
Enjoying a break before heading out to the gardens

The Huntington has a whole slew of gorgeous European paintings that you will devour, but even if they didn’t have a single painting, I’d still tell you to go.  I’ve been to a lot of luxurious, ornate, beautiful historic homes in my life, but I have never ever seen anything like the Huntington Art Gallery.  Well, maybe “never ever” is stretching it a bit.  King Ludwig’s Linderhof in Bavaria was on par. (Probably Versailles is too, but I’m still mad a Jimmy Carter for being there when I went to Paris.)  Bottom line – go get your socks knocked off.


If you go during the week, it will cost you $20 per person ($23 on weekends).  It doesn’t open until noon (10:30 on weekends) and they shoo you out at 4:30.  It ought to be illegal.  Not the price, it’s worth every penny, even if all you see is the Art Gallery, but how are you supposed to see any of it in just four and a half hours.  I could have spent four and a half hours in the Art Gallery alone.  I call a foul.  They should open up at the crack of dawn and stay until very late.  Charge me by the hour.  I don’t care.  Just give me more access.


Huntington Library & Gardens, San Marino CA
On the paved road not quite seeing the gardens

With only a few hours to see everything and an entourage to manage, I made a tactical error.  I thought the prudent thing to do would be to stroll along the paved road that leads through the gardens.  Sure enough, you get a peek at the edge of the gardens, but not much more.  The gardens are designed for you to enjoy them on the foot paths within the various settings, not zipping by on the paved road.

Huntington Gardens, San Marino CA
Follow me. I’m not sure where I’m going, but eventually you’ll love it – really!

Needless to say, my entourage soon tired of almost seeing things.  Just about the time I figured out the drill, the entourage was through.  I tried to encourage them deeper into the garden, but their visit was over.  A lot of the conversation happened in Arabic, but I knew they thought I was nuts.  Besides, I don’t think they had prints of Blue Boy and Pinkie for sale at the five and dime in Egypt.  They just didn’t get any of my rapture.

Too bad.  They departed and Bill reluctantly followed me into the Japanese Garden.  Moments later he was calling the kids and begging them to come back, but it was too late.

The Japanese Garden, which was unbelievably beautiful, gave way to a Chinese Garden which was even better.  I realize that I’ve run out of superlatives, but if you’ve been there you understand.  Get this!  There are fifteen gardens, each one more amazing than the last one.  How are you supposed to see fifteen gardens in four and a half hours?


As if being able to enjoy the Huntington Art Gallery in the gorgeous palace housing the remarkable collection wasn’t enough, there are two other galleries.  One is home to American art and the other hosts special exhibitions.  I’d pay twenty dollars to see either of them!

Oh, and why is it called a library?  Because they have a huge building with 420,ooo rare books and 7,000,000 manuscripts.  Yes – SEVEN MILLION manuscripts.  Now the general public is not allowed to get their grubby hands on all of that, but they can see highlights of the library in an exhibit hall.

I didn’t even get near to any of this.  I’m ready to go back, right now.


The Huntington Gift Shop is not the largest gift shop I’ve ever been to.  Oh you can get a T-shirt, but why would you bother when there are gorgeous scarves, amazing jewelry and stunning decor items.  Go ahead – do a little browsing.  See if you won’t want one of everything.

So, now you know.  The Huntington is more than an art museum, more than a library and more than a garden.  It’s shangri-la, the garden of eden and utopia all rolled into one.  Go!  It’s wonderful!

But my day wasn’t over!  I was meeting one of my besties at one of my favorite places for dinner.  Come back next week and I’ll tell you about it.

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The Bush Library in Dallas TX


Welcome to my series on Presidential Destinations. The series was supposed to stop with Number 14, Mount Vernon, but even though I live in Dallas, I forgot that it actually has a presidential destination. If you read Number 15, you know that I’m not fond of Dallas’ association with Kennedy’s assassination, but there will soon be a presidential destination here that I’ll be proud to take visitors to: The George W. Bush Presidential Library and Museum.

I Love My Local President

I know GWB’s name is a lightning rod.  People either love him or they hate him.  Here’s your warning:  I’m on the loving team.  I’ll readily admit that, like most human beings, he made mistakes, but I think history will be a lot kinder to him than our modern day talking heads have been.  He’ll be the guy that carried us through the aftermath of 9/11, focused on critical National Security issues and, if our sense of fairness ever returns, his policies will be credited for the capture of Bin Laden.  Many people see him from a completely different point of view.  I acknowledge that and respect it, but this is my blog.

I’m a fan of GWB, but not exactly a groupie.  I remember the excitement created when Laura picked out the Preston Hollow estate for their Dallas home and I was aware that SMU would be the site of his library, but I was in the middle of completing my degree when all the fuss was going on and I really didn’t pay much attention to it.  When you offset your mid-life crisis by returning to school, your brain doesn’t have much room for anything else, but the local papers and evening news were full of it.

I still haven’t driven by their home, but I’m very familiar with the site of the library, thanks to my mom’s CPA.  He’s one of those liberals.  He knows I’m a conservative, but he baits me with liberal propaganda the whole time he’s preparing my parents’ return.  Without the political commentary, it would only take about fifteen minutes for him to plug in the few numbers necessary to complete my parents’ tax return, but we never get out of there in less than an hour.

A few years ago, in an effort to avoid the usual liberal harangue, I glanced out of his high rise office onto a baseball diamond across the highway.  “What a great view,” I said, thinking I’d hit upon a neutral subject – WRONG!  I wasn’t aware that the baseball diamond would soon be a building site for GWB’s library.  It was like Pavlov’s Dogs.  The subject of George W. Bush came up and the liberal in the room started salivating.

If you’re a fan of our forty-third president, you may already be planning a visit to Dallas next year, so you can see the largest presidential library and museum built to date.  If you aren’t a fan, maybe you should plan a visit so you’ll have a chance to hear the other side of the story.  One thing I know for sure, once the library opens my mom’s accountant will have plenty to bend my ear with.

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Monticello – Jefferson’s Legacy

The official postcard version


Welcome to the eleventh installment in a series about travel destinations related to our presidents. We’ve been to the Texas White House, The Western White House, The Summer White House and The Little White House. We’ve visited cemeteries, ranches, libraries, museums and even  residence of the Confederate President. Now we’ll visit one of my favorite homes in the United States and it just so happens to be presidential – that’s Monticello, Thomas Jefferson‘s home.

My Visits to Monticello

I’ve visited Monticello twice.  The first time I was a captive in the back seat of my parents’ car.  Their attitude seemed to be, “This is your heritage, gosh darn it, and you better appreciate it.”  Let me be honest with you.  Given my druthers back then, I might just have traded two weeks of American History in for a day at Disneyland.  Though I didn’t realize it at the time, my parents were doing me a great service.

In the years after that trip, Thomas Jefferson was not just some guy in a history book.  He was the guy who invented some very cool stuff I’d seen when I visited his house.  Washington was the guy who had that pretty blue and white china in his dining room (Wedgewood).  Lincoln was born in a tiny log cabin and I knew it wasn’t as big as my parents’ living room, because I saw the facsimile they’d built at his birthplace.  The dry history on the pages of the textbook assigned to me for a semester became something real.

My first visit to Monticello

Chances are, if you took your kids on a family vacation, like the one my parents took me on in 1969, you’d get the same sort of heavy sighs and reluctant cooperation that my parents put up with.  I urge you to take the kids anyway – and don’t let them watch movies in the back seat.  Make them sit up straight, look out the window and talk about what they’re looking at.  Quiz them about what they see, what impresses them and what disappoints them.  The video games are not going anywhere, but the empty spaces in your kid’s heads are filling up fast.  Best to put some stuff up there that you want them to have.

Monticello 1999

I returned to Monticello in 1999, thirty years after my first visit.  The first thing I noticed was that it had shrunk.  In my memory the house outstripped anything on Lives of the Rich and Famous.  Sure, it has about 11,000 square feet of living area, but back in 1969 I hadn’t been to Europe.  Those guys get the whole idea of a country estate.  They call them castles.

Being dragged to Monticello by your parents is also quite different than traveling with your husband.  Bill indulges me, trailing through all the museums I find, but he wouldn’t fuss if I didn’t need to visit so many.  Monticello, on the other hand, completely captured his imagination.

By occupation, Bill is a very successful options trader.  But that doesn’t keep him from an interest in everything from architecture to zoology and all subjects in between.  He and old Tom Jefferson would have been fast friends.  As we wandered from room to room, Bill was enchanted with the design and execution of the house.  He loved Mr. Jefferson’s taste in decor.  Mr. Jefferson’s inventions like mechanical doors, great clock and reading lamp stirred Bill’s imagination.  Then we walked outside.  Bill’s interest in the man multiplied geometrically.  In fact, even though that was twelve years ago, merely the mention of Monticello or Thomas Jefferson will send Bill off into the stratosphere.

Bill contemplates the ingenuity and productivity of Jefferson

Monticello should be on everyone’s bucket list.  Kids should be taken as soon as they are old enough to comprehend the magnitude of what they are seeing and not so late that they will ignore it simply because their parents took them.  Then, we should all return as adults to appreciate what we couldn’t comprehend as kids.  And no – you can’t take Bill with you unless you take me, too.

References for this blog picked up at Monticello in 1999
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Gerald Ford Presidential Museum


Welcome to my series on Presidential Destinations. We’re about halfway through the list of libraries, museums and residences I’ve visited. For the last two weeks I discussed destinations associated with FDR, who was elected to more terms as president than anyone else. Now, I’m going to take you to Grand Rapids, Michigan to visit the museum of a president that served, but was never elected, Gerald Ford.

Visiting the Museum

When I asked my husband for his impression of the Gerald Ford Presidential Museum, he focused on how  approachable the facility was in comparison to the overwhelming magnitude of other presidential destinations.  “When you walk up to it, you can see the whole thing,” he said.  This can be attributed to the fact that Grand Rapids only has the Museum.  For the Library you have to go to Ann Arbor.  Also contributing to the scale of the facility is the short time Ford actually served as president.  For this reason it might be a good place to begin if you’ve never visited a Presidential Museum.

The Ford Footprint

Not only did Gerald Ford serve a partial term as president, he also left a smaller footprint on history.  His contribution to our country during a time of great need was invaluable, but instead of a long resume on the world scene, Gerald Ford was somewhat of a mystery when Vice President Spiro Agnew resigned in disgrace.

Back in those days the media was not quite so pervasive.  We read the paper in hard copy and watched Walter Cronkite on TV.  There was no cable news network.  There was no 24 hour source for news.  There were no blogs or websites.  Even though Gerald Ford had been a congressman for almost twenty-five years, eight of them as Minority House Leader (the same position Nancy Pelosi holds now), no one knew who he was.

“When you walk up, you can see all of it.”

Today, in order to fill up all the hours of programming, the media gives the general public more frequent and wider exposure to our legislators.  The media also spends a whole lot more time speculating on what might happen than Walter Cronkite did.  Old Walter made it his job to report the news, not dream up what might be news next week or next year.  Speculations on the future were left to conversations around dinner tables, at cocktail parties and perhaps at Sunday School.

A Picture of the Times

What the Gerald Ford Presidential Museum does offer is an excellent picture of the Seventies.  Often when you’re living through a time, it is easy to miss the state of the world, because you’re too busy with your own life.  During the Seventies I graduated from high school, attended several years of college and tried to establish a career while dancing disco in the nightclubs of Dallas.  I remember listening to Nixon resign on the radio during a family vacation to Louisiana.  I also remember being shocked that Americans would choose Carter over Ford in the next election.  I understood their disgust with the Republican Party, but not with Gerald Ford.  Few men would have had the wisdom to guide our nation through the mess he inherited from Nixon.

Gerald Ford’s life had many twists and turns.  A quick perusal of his Wikipedia page reveals he was an Eagle Scout and war hero, had an abusive birth father and alcoholic wife, and was threatened by two assassination attempts.  His legacy to America includes serving on the Warren Commission, pardoning Nixon, finally getting Americans out of Vietnam and support for the Women’s Equal Rights Amendment.

Other Michigan Attractions

Because I was visiting relatives in the Flint area when I drove over to Grand Rapids to see the Museum, I can’t give much in the way of advice concerning accommodations and eating establishments, but I can tell you that seeing more of Michigan is on my short list of vacations – and not just because of my darling grand-niece and grand-nephew.  The Detroit area is chock-full of interesting things to see which are associated with the automobile industry, like the Edsel Ford home and the Henry Ford Museum.  Driving around the shoreline of Michigan is not only a visual feast, but there are unique attractions all along the way, like Mackinac Island with it’s Grand Hotel and Holland with its tulips.

Were you even alive when Nixon resigned and if you were, do you remember where you were and what you were doing?  How do you think that event compares to the assassination of JFK?

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Warm Springs, FDR’s Little White House

A day at The Little White House


Welcome to this series on Presidential Destinations. Last week we delved into the rich history of FDR’s birthplace and life-long home, but there is another residence you must explore to understand FDR – Warm Springs.

FDR’s Impact on History

Trying to convey the impact of FDR on American and World History is not within the scope of this blog, but it is a huge legacy.  The countless books, TV shows and movies devoted to the subject demonstrate how curious people are about him.  One of the most highly acclaimed endeavors of this sort was the made-for-TV movie, Warm Springs.  I remember watching it with great interest, but unlike many people it was not my first encounter with Warm Springs.

Family Visits to Warm Springs

My family lived in Georgia during most of my elementary years and Georgia is a long way from Texas, which we all called home.  Whenever we could, we’d make the long drive to visit our Texan roots, because hopping on a plane for travel was a phenomena of the future.  Sure there were planes, but middle class families like ours never even considered them as a possible means of transportation.  But it was two long days of driving to get to Texas and two long days back to Georgia, so unless my Dad could get off for two weeks and we could afford the trip, we had to make do with vacations close by.

This meant that we swam on Myrtle and Edisto Beaches in South Carolina, shopped in Macon and Atlanta, escaped to Callaway Gardens and visited important historical sites in Georgia.  One of the historical sites we visited while I was in first or second grade was Warm Springs.  History didn’t mean as much to me then as it does now, so what I remember most from that trip was the overpowering peace I felt strolling through the pines with my mom, dad and sister.  It seems I can remember Mother trying to impress on me the importance of the man who came there to recover his health and also some lessons about not being handicapped by whatever befalls you, but all that was a long time ago.

Later Visits

However, once I’d been introduced to Warm Springs, like our Thirty-second president, I found reasons to return.  Perhaps the trip to Warm Springs I remember best came in my late twenties.  We’d returned to Texas when I was eleven, but I was in Atlanta for a convention.  I used the convention as an excuse to visit favorite places in Georgia, so Warm Springs was on my list.  History was very important to me by that time and I remember solemnly considering all the historical matter available in the park.  I saw the car Roosevelt traveled in to hide his polio.  I studied pictures of his servants and read tributes written by them.  I walked through modest buildings which were hard to connect with an illustrious name like Roosevelt, even before I’d seen Springwood.  It was interesting, but I found nothing that re-ignited the warm spot in my heart.

Then I walked away from the historical displays and into the pines again.  I was immediately transported to that peaceful happy time with my family.  I like to think that I shared that feeling of happiness and peace with FDR.  The therapeutic remedies of the natural springs could not cure his polio, though they did offer him some relief, but I think Warm Springs offered more than physical relief.  There were plenty of cottages he could rent, if all he needed was a dip in the springs, but while he was still Governor of New York, before he became president, he built a home at Warm Springs.

They called Springwood the Summer White House, but Warm Springs was the Little White House.  The Summer White House was where FDR entertained the world, but I think the Little White House re-energized his soul.  Many of FDR’s best ideas are purported to have originated in Warm Springs.  He actually died at Warm Springs.  Perhaps his soul didn’t want to leave that quiet place again.

More in Georgia

Though Texas will always be home, there’s a warm place in my heart for Georgia.  It is a beautiful state with a lot to see.  Visiting Atlanta requires several days if you want to see it properly, but if you get to Atlanta, save a few of those days to travel southeast of the big city.  Callaway Gardens will take your breath away – especially in the spring, when the azaleas are blooming and you don’t want to miss the Little White House.

Why do you think FDR worked so hard to hide his polio from the American people?  Could a modern day president hide anything that important?  Would the media cooperate with the cover-up?  Do you think FDR was right or should he have opened up and shared his story with the world?