Union Depot (entirely based upon true stories)

April 10, 2014

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This is an autobiographical two page “comic strip.”  I think that I did it in the late 1990′s.  Usually I’m better about dating my work.  You can click onto the image files, so as to better read them.

It was a blast hanging out at an abandoned train station!  It was torn down in 1974.  I think that we started to go there my Senior year in high school and kept it up through most of my college days.  There are more stories to tell, perhaps later.

This was over 40 years ago.  That’s hard to believe.  Since then, Detroit’s had a lot of urban explorers.  We were on the early side.

http://www.historicdetroit.org/building/union-depot/

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Fort_Street_Union_Depot

http://www.michiganrailroads.com/RRHX/Stories/FSUD-TheFinalDays.htm

27 Canadian Cents (Lost and Found)

March 28, 2014

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A social experiment aka work of performance art:

In June or July, I put a 27 cents on top of this traffic light box.  It was Canadian money.  It’s near my bus stop, so I was there a lot.  I kept bringing the money closer to the edge, to make it easier to see.

For about eight months, the coins remained in place!  Then finally, last week, they were no longer there.

I wonder if people saw that it was Canadian money and left it?  Or was it totally unnoticed?  Maybe I’ll try it again someday at another location.  50 cents in American money, maybe?

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Zoot Suits

March 5, 2014

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I ran across this article last weekend.  You should be able to “click onto it” to enlarge it and thus, better read it.  There’s a reference to 1942 in the article.  It might be from 1943.  On the reverse side there’s an article “Ex-Blackshirt Leader Held as Dangerous Alien.”  I’m not sure which Detroit newspaper this is from, but yes, a good find.

Here’s some other information about Zoot Suits:

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Zoot_suit

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Zoot_Suit_Riots

http://thegirlis.blogspot.com/2011/06/girl-isthinking-about-zoot-suits.html

http://people.howstuffworks.com/zoot-suit.htm

Books That I’ve Read Recently/ Number 1

February 27, 2014
London Bridge by Gustave Doré

London Bridge by Gustave Doré

London: A pilgrimage   by Gustave Doré and Blanchard Jerrold

http://londonist.com/2005/11/book_review_lon.php

http://www.cf.ac.uk/encap/skilton/illustr/index.html

The Artist in Society: Rights, Rules and Responsibilities edited by Carol Becker and Ann Wiens

http://www.caroldbecker.com/index.php?/books/the-artist-in-society/

Art and Feminism Edited by Helena Reckitt, with a survey by Peggy Phelan

http://www.phaidon.com/store/art/art-and-feminism-9780714847023/

A Very Dangerous Citizen Abraham Lincoln Polonsky and the American Left by Paul Buhle and Dave Wagner

http://www.ucpress.edu/book.php?isbn=9780520236721

London: A pilgrimage   by Gustave Doré and Blanchard Jerrold

http://londonist.com/2005/11/book_review_lon.php

http://www.cf.ac.uk/encap/skilton/illustr/index.html

All That Is Solid Melts into Air by Marshall Berman

http://www.robertchristgau.com/xg/bkrev/berman-82.php

On the Town One Hundred Years of Spectacle in Times Square by Marshall Berman

http://www.nytimes.com/2006/05/14/books/review/14dunlap.html?_r=0

Proust and the Squid: The Story and Science of the Reading Brain   by Maryanne Wolf

http://www.theguardian.com/books/2008/apr/12/featuresreviews.guardianreview21

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My Parents

February 1, 2014
A Family Portrait, 1960

A Family Portrait, 1960

My mother and father are both truly amazing and special people.  This is an attempt to put down a few of my thoughts and memories of them.  They’re both still around, in the their mid-80′s.  My dad will be 86 this month.

Most of us hold our parents in good regard.  That’s because most parents do much and go through a lot to earn that good regard.  I’m the oldest of nine children.  That means that I was there from the start.  My folks and I go way back.  I’ve known all my siblings since they were babies.

As with most large families, we went through some difficult times.  We’ve had our share of ups, downs and “days of topsy-turvy.”  In general though, we’ve done fine.  Things have turned out OK.

Both my parents grew up in Detroit.  They have strong memories of growing up in the city.  Dad used to go to jazz concerts in the 1940′s.  He saw acts from Duke Ellington to Spike Jones.  His mother’s maiden name was Rivard.  I’m related to the Rivard family that Rivard Street is named after.

Mom worked at Main Library, one of my favorite places.  Her mother was a librarian.  She also worked for the Detroit Public Library.  My great-aunt Thelma worked in the book department of the downtown Detroit J.L. Hudson’s store.

My parents always encouraged and supported my imagination.  They both are creative people themselves, in many ways.  I think that they enjoy how I turned out to be an artist.  They visit my exhibitions when they can.   I have a self-published xerox zine called The Poetic Express.  When it comes out each month my dad recites my new poetry to my mom.

We were always raised from a very humanist perspective.  They’re both on the side of the poor and struggling.  They were against war, racism, cruelty and exploitation.  Let’s be civil.  Let’s be kind!  Let’s dream!

My father and I.  We've worn each other out, it seems.

My father and I. We’ve worn each other out, it seems.

My father used to make little toys for us.  I remember these “blockheads.”  They were faces drawn onto foam rubber.  When you squeezed them, the faces changed.  They were like puppets.  We had a “bearskin rug” that was really just a rug based on a drawing of a large sort of teddy bear.  He’d lie down on it and tell us bedtime stories.  Sometime they were things that he knew  or memorized.  Often, he’d make up yarns off of the top of his head.  One of these was the legendary adventures of Ping Pong Pete, the Pineapple Pirate.

My mother also encouraged and appreciated our imaginative efforts, our drawings, games and stories.  Play can be key to wisdom and growth.

I’m a junior, so my dad is the original Maurice Greenia.  He was in both the Army and the Merchant Marines.  This was in the mid-1940′s, post World War Two.  He got to see the world a bit and to visit New York City.  He went to college at the University of Detroit.  He was involved in the Theater and acted in several plays.  There are still old photos of him in his stage make-up.*

From the "Varsity News" November 14, 1950

From the “Varsity News” November 14, 1950

Yes that’s Maurice Greenia on the LEFT not on the (right)

When I was a kid, he was a Detroit Public School teacher.  Science was a specialty, but he taught other classes as well, including “home room.”  Once in a while, I run into people who ask me “Did your dad teach science?”  Thus I’ve met or received emails from some of his old students.  They used to catch animals, bugs and snakes and bring them into class.

For awhile,  there was a Saturday “Mad Scientists Club.”  They’d do unique and fun science experiments.  Even though I was younger, he’d let me tag along.  When public television’s local “Mr. Science” went on vacation, dad got to substitute for him.  It was a brief stint as a “TV star.”  He did four or five shows.

Eventually, he left school teaching for a job at Detroit Edison.  He helped develop training programs to teach various workers how to do their jobs.

In the late 1980s he had a serious heart attack.  They didn’t think he’d live but he pulled through.  I think it was a combination of luck, good doctors and medical technology.  According to family legend, some of the hospital staff had never seen anyone come into the hospital in such a bad way and to leave in such a good way.  They threw a party to celebrate!  We’re glad to still have him some 25 years later.

In his retirement, he’s been an accomplished inventor.  In 2012, he showed his aquariums and filtration pumps at the old Aquarium on Belle Isle.

At the Belle Isle Aquarium, 2012

At the Belle Isle Aquarium, 2012

Dad’s had some hearing loss and he’s working on that problem.  Aside from that, his health seems fine.  My wonderful grandparents and Uncles and Aunts have all left us except for my Aunt Pat.  She’s my mom’s twin and  my Godmother.

My mother has an interesting personality.  I love her sense of humor and her outlook on life.  She really went though a lot, raising nine children.  She’s so smart.  They both have a lot of stories from their lives.  It great to get them going on Detroit history or family events.

I hope that I’m as sharp and together as my folks are, should I make it into my 80s.

They’re both big readers.  My dad’s reading habits rival my own.  It’s always great to visit and talk with them, a real treat.

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Stuffed Animals on a Fire Escape: New York City in the 1990s

November 15, 2013

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I’ve photographed a lot of street art.  Much of  this was in New York City.  I get there nearly every year and I always bring a camera.

I have many photos of the Heidelberg Project and other Detroit area art projects.  I’ve also shot a lot of my own street art, in Detroit and elsewhere.

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This series was sometime in the 1990s.  If anyone has any information about this I’d to hear it.  I think it might have been around the Spanish Harlem neighborhood, maybe around 100th street.  I’d often go to the Graffiti Hall of Fame at 106th and Park Avenue.

This reminds me of the Heidelberg Project.  It also brings to mind other street art and “fine artists” who use discarded stuffed animals and other toys.  It looks like they’re having a party.

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http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/East_Harlem

http://www.flickr.com/photos/lorenzodom/sets/72157625473083646/

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The Detroit Bus System 2013: Adventures become Nightmares

October 26, 2013

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This morning I dropped a glove and the Dexter bus pulled right over it!  I asked the bus driver if he could pull the bus up so that I could retrieve the glove.  He did so and even waited for me.  Thanks!  When I tried to pay my fare, it took my two quarters but would not take my dollar.  After about ten tries, the automatic “dollar sucker” spat out a penny.  That did it.  I put my dollar in and found my seat.

I’ve been a regular rider on the Detroit bus system since the late 1960s.  I was in high school then.  It was so great being on my own and going around Detroit.

I still enjoy riding the bus sometimes.  The Dexter line has an especially vibrant and poetic view of the city streets, buildings, plants and people.  I’ve fantasized about taking routes I’ve never taken before, just for the city tour.  I wouldn’t do that now though.  I’ll wait until things stabilize or “get back to normal.”

These days, the adventure of the Detroit bus ride has leaned toward the nightmarish.  I’ve had a few frightening, strange, nerve-wracking rides.  These trips are not the norm.  Yet things seem worse now than ever before.  It seems that the media and the politicians have no or little idea of what is really going on.

When people are packed together like sardines, a bad collision could be even more catastrophic. Cars cut in front of buses, cutting it close.  I’ve seen this again and again.

There have been reports of passengers attacking drivers and each other.  I’ve been threatened verbally for having my shoes touch another person’s shoes and for having my shoulder bag lightly touch someone.  When you’re standing, packed in and the bus is making sudden stops, there’s only so much that you can do.

I see some drinking on the bus, some pot smoking.  Now there are news reports of someone smoking crack on a bus, in the daytime.  That’s way over the top.

The Woodward bus seems to be especially problematic.  I know that some of this is due to the suburban bus system SMART changing their policy.  They used to pick up Detroiters far more than they do now.  Thus the passengers were spread out some.  Without the SMART buses, all those passengers come back onto the Detroit DOT bus system.  Yet instead of adding more buses, they seem to be running even less.

I have to wait 30 to 60 minutes for a bus ride most of the time.

One Sunday last month, the Woodward bus was especially crowded.  There were drunken sports fans coming back from football and/or baseball games.  There were regular riders.  We were all packed quite tightly with 20 or 30 people standing in the aisles.  There was a guy with a huge plastic bag full of smelly cans and other returnables.  The driver had to try to get people to stand up, to give their seats to the elderly or people with babes in arms.

A woman had an enormous suitcase sitting on the floor in front of her.  Two or three people could have stood in that space.  It added to a claustrophobic sense.  There’s a tension in trying to keep your distance.  Even when you’re packed tightly into a moving vehicle, some people don’t want you to touch them or get too close.

When the lady with the suitcase got off, about eight to ten people had to exit the front door, wait until she left and then get back onto the bus again.  Halfway to the State Fairgrounds, I finally got a seat.  There were still plenty of people standing.

It was an especially intense bus ride.  It seemed very “third world” as if Detroit was Bombay or something.  It was just mind-boggling.  I’ve had rough and unusual experiences before but this was extreme.  Now and then, I have a difficult trip on other lines.  Yet  recent experiences convince me that this time it’s reached a new low.

Most of my fellow passengers seem fine.  I never have any problems with them aside from having to listen to their cellphone conversations.  The drivers seem fine too.  I think that some are even heroic in trying to make the best of a bad situation.  Their jobs get more and more difficult.  Then the city government and the emergency manager want them to take pay cuts!

We’ll get through this.  Hopefully it won’t take a series of true disasters to wake people up.

http://www.detroitmi.gov/DepartmentsandAgencies/DetroitDepartmentofTransportation.aspx

http://www.detroitnews.com/article/20130916/METRO01/309160092

http://www.huffingtonpost.com/tag/detroit-buses

http://www.wxyz.com/dpp/news/stabbings-lead-detroit-bus-drivers-ready-to-protest-monday-urge-riders-to-seek-other-transportation

http://www.nytimes.com/2013/10/22/us/detroit-buses-stop-running-after-156-drivers-call-in-sick.html?_r=1&

Alternatives and Futures:

http://m-1rail.com/

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Detroit_M-1_Rail_Line

http://www.mlive.com/news/detroit/index.ssf/2013/10/detroit_bus_company_to_invest.html

Related stories from this blog:

http://maugre22.wordpress.com/2012/01/06/the-detroit-streetcars-1886-1956/

http://maugre22.wordpress.com/2009/08/14/detroits-proposed-bus-cut-backs/

http://maugre22.wordpress.com/2013/02/22/life-in-detroit-without-a-car-or-bicycle/

A Mysterious Group Photo

September 11, 2013

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Some of my siblings saved this from some curbside trash. I scanned it from a color photocopy enlargement of the original. The aspect ratio seems a bit off. If I get to scan the original, I’ll replace or add to this image.

You can click on it to enlarge it, to see it better. Can anyone tell whether this is the Detroit area or somewhere else?

Some are dressed up. Maybe they’re bosses, owners or foremen. Most wore hats or caps. Some are dirty and greasy. Several have pipes in their mouths. Some have their arms crossed. Most look serious, but there are a few goofy smiles or smirks (in the upper left hand corner).

In the back left hand corner, there are children or young people. Are they apprentices of sorts? Or is it part of a late wave of child labor? There’s even one very small child. Was a worker watching his son or brother?

The guy in the front, with his legs stretched out, holds some metal rods. Was this their only product?

Old photos can be like puzzles or mysteries. This is a curious one. I think it’s the late 1800′s or early 1900′s. Where is it? What sort of shop or factory was this?

Stereoscopy, take one

August 23, 2013

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Some of these images are from the survivors from our family collection.  Some were lost or destroyed, yet I still have a nice selection.  Also, I have an old viewer and check them out now and then.

Over the years, I’ve bought a few more.  When I see striking or interesting images at a fair price, I’m tempted  to “collect them.”

You can “click on” to these images to enlarge them.

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I also enjoy 3-D books, comics and movies.  I think I have my old Viewmaster set somewhere as well.  I know that “real life” is usually in 3-D.  It’s just fun to see it simulated.

Many of the cards are travelogues.  It’s nice to try to be an armchair globe-trotter.  Others are quaint, odd or charming scenes.  They’re souvenirs from some sort of shared past.

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http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Stereoscopy

http://www.lhup.edu/~dsimanek/3d/stereo/3dgallery3.htm

You can suggest the 3-D effect on the computer screen by wiggling or animating the images.  It hints at the real life viewing effect.  Yet it’s just not the same.”

http://koikoikoi.com/2009/11/old-japan-in-stereoview/

http://www.tumblr.com/tagged/stereo-card

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These Ill-prepared Times

July 31, 2013

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No one seems to think about the future any more.  Are we deeply concerned about the notion  of “posterity” and of future generations?  You’d think that the people with children would be.

Likewise, most people seem to have little real sense of history.  They live for the moment, for the latest thing.

“An ounce of prevention is worth a pound of cure.” as the old saw goes.  This saying originated with Benjamin Franklin, an interesting figure in American history.

People seem to have trouble thinking, let alone thinking ahead.  A first rate thinking cap would make a mint!

As the Boy Scouts say “Be prepared.”  Be ready for anything and everything.  Really!

http://www.ushistory.org/franklin/quotable/singlehtml.htm

“All progress results from an intense individual desire to improve the immediate present.” Man Ray

“Be more to life than life is to you.” Sadakichi Hartmann


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