Weirsdos Westward I
Toyplayer and I recently returned from our annual pilgrimage to the Weirsdo grandparents. We went on a lot of outings with the Grandparents Weirsdo, including visits to the Phillips (as in Phillips Petroleum) mansion in Tulsa (now the Philbrook Museum) and the Phillips ranch outside Tulsa (now Woolaroc, combination museum and wild animal park), as well as to the Gilcrease Museum and the Tulsa Historical Society.
This picture of Custer's Last Stand (not necessarily historically accurate) is from Woolaroc, but we saw a LOT of Western art at the Gilcrease Museum as well.
I think my favorite Western art is landscapes like this one by Thomas Moran, who studied with Turner. The Gilcrease also had a fantastic exhibit of Panamanian gold (be sure to look at more than just the first couple of images in the slideshow: the artistry is amazing, and the style unique).
At the Philbrook, we enjoyed the building itself (like an Italian villa, with new wing tastefully added behind and beautiful gardens that were far too hot to walk in), the collection (including beautiful Renaissance paintings), and a special exhibit of Rauschenberg works. (Well, I enjoyed this last, and I think Toyplayer did too, more or less. I can't say as much for the grandparents.) Unexpected was a disturbing exhibit of photos of slave castles, structures I had never heard of before.
At the Historical Society we were interested to see pictures of the Brady shoe store, general store, and hotel. Tate Brady is my mother's step-father's father.
And at Woolaroc we enjoyed driving through the grounds and looking at the animals,
then going into the museum to take in a magnificent hodge-podge of Western art and artifacts.
As always, we ate well, thanks to the generous hospitality of the Grandparents Weirsdo and eateries of Tulsa. Toyplayer and I went to one of our favorite restaurants alone, however. The Submariner Sandwich Shop is a little hole-in-the-wall in a strip mall, but it is family run, with good Middle Eastern and American food, and Toyplayer is in love with their gyros. It is just a tad too informal and exotic for the Grandparents Weirsdo, who stay home and have sandwiches and jello.
Labels: education, Grandma Weirsdo, Grandpa Weirsdo, Mrs. Weirsdo, Toyplayer, war
posted by Hobbes at 3:41 AM
10 Comments:
Grandparents like their food and service with a certain panache. The idea of taking my mother into a MacDonald's would be the cause of some hilarity. Not that the Submariner was any thing like a Mac but you know what I mean.
Sounds like you all had a fine time.
It's probably less formal, but at the same time much nicer (with better food, goes without saying) than a Mac.
We did, and I'm not done yet.
The Panamanian gold seahorse is beautiful. Authentic gyros are hard to find. Worth a trip to Tulsa, if you ask me.
Yes, K. Our local gyros are o. k., but they don't serve them with proper tzatziki sauce.
Just what is a gyro? Over here it is something you get from the post office, sort of like a cheque.
Karen, I agree about the seahorse.
Doug, I'd imagine the whole exhibit was beautiful.
weirsdo, thanks for your comments today. I found a picture of Lysistrata in its entirety for you.
K.: Thank you, and you're welcome.
I love the pictures and the idea of an annual pilgrimage. My aunt, who was here for my father's memorial service, is now engaging her full borderline personality and saying bad things about my mother to the relatives back home. We take her with a grain of salt but it's still bothersome and isn't much helping my mood.
I like totally understand and would love to help, man!!
Post a Comment
<< Home