Reading E.B. White’s 1945 masterpiece, Stuart Little, to my little boy, Billy, at bedtime brought the illustration above to my attention last night for the first time in, um, shall we say, several decades. The artist, Garth Williams, drew the townhouses before modern architecture had degraded so much of Manhattan. Here you see the sweet bird Margalo flying Stuart back home (see them in the clouds) after rescuing him from a garbage scow in the East River, where he accidentally found himself. The night before, Stuart had rescued Margalo, a guest in the Littles’ apartment, from the cat Snowbell. (It seems that the mouse had fallen in love with the bird.)
While I was at the Providence Journal one of my chores was to design the edit and oped pages several times a week, and I often ran opeds chosen so I could run favorite images with them. One of these, to the left, was of an urban aerie, a little domicile atop a tall building, doubtless in Manhattan. Such a place may be found frequently atop buildings in reality today. Mostly they are known as penthouses, but this one had a more humble appeal.
There may be nothing like it in Providence, but not so distant is my old loft, facing to the east from the fifth floor of the Smith Building. The building is pictured to the left of City Hall in the photo just below, taken on a festive holiday in, I would guess from the cars, the late 1950s. Luke’s Chinese-American Restaurant was long gone before I moved in. Pictured below that photo is the view looking east up Fulton between City Hall and the old Journal Building from my loft, where I was joined by Victoria in 2007 and Billy in 2009. In 1999, I chose to occupy the fifth-floor unit instead of the seventh-floor top unit because it was more affordable but had two enchanting cornices framing my view right at eye level, which to me was preferable to a longer view marred by rooftop HVAC machinery. This was my aerie, and I miss it dearly!
Finally, at bottom, is Garth Williams’s sketch of Stuart shooting Snowbell in the ear as the cat stalked the sleeping bird the night before the adventure of the garbage scow. She was watching him from the window the morning after and, when he was “kidnapped” by a garbage truck, followed him. (She may have felt her heart throb, too, for the little mouse.) The open window near the potted plant, from which Margalo flew, might be the same window that’s open in the view from outside in the sketch atop this post – except that the window on top has ten panes while the one below has eight. Hmm. But we’ll overlook that for now, and pray that readers will hurry up and send examples for the blog post “Best traditional buildings of 2017,” for which this post serves as a placekeeper.
Thanks for this light hearted posting. You had a very good year in 2017!
What a delightful way to put it!!! I did have a very good year – enjoyed writing all these posts and published my very first book and still have a loving family! Very productive for an “unemployed” person!