Monday, March 30, 2009
Apologies for the silence, but this has been an exciting few days. Last night at dinner with Knut Dorn, the Director of Sales and Operations for Otto Harrassowitz, and his wife Renata, I explained my appreciation for Germany, which came not only from my love of German craftsmanship, but the friendship of Dr. Ekkehard Jecht in the 1970s. But I get ahead of my story . . .
For us, the Köln penshow began Friday morning with a meeting at our hotel in Neuss with Gerhard Brandl, whom I last saw at his home in Regensburg and then at the penshow in Munich almost four years ago. We also remembered Gerhard Baur, who organised that show. Gerhard and I caught up on things and, as it is with those such as us, some pens changed hands. Gerhard has been a great friend to me and it was wonderful to see him.
Later that day, Sharon and I visited with Jürgen Kuhse, his mother Hannalore and another pen friend. Once again, stories were told, pens changed hands and we caught up with one another. It was great to meet Jürgen’s wife Marina and to see their newly remodeled home. They were about to be married when last we visited in the summer of 2005.
After a brief rest at our hotel in central Köln, we all met for the traditional pre-show dinner at the Hotel Falderhof, owned by Christian Zeumer-Peer, who is himself a pen collector. It was great fun to be included in such a festive and traditional gathering.
The show itself was great. There are many differences between American and European penshows. The latter tend to be smaller in size and briefer. But the commonalities are probably greater, the sense of anticipation, the rush to see pens, the community and the sharing.
The show began at 10:00, although some people were earlier and had begun setting up. The site is the Rüder and Tennisclub Germania, which looks out over the Rhein River. It is a nice setting, surrounded by a park and some residences and with a very pleasant bar and restaurant directly adjacent. Most people tend to feel, however, that the room is a bit too small and certainly the atmosphere is intense the tables are very close, the aisles between them small. After only an hour or so, I got rid of my jacket. As the room and the show heated up, literally and metaphorically. When the show opened to the general public at 1:00, things became very crowded and many people retreated to the restaurant to eat, drink, chat. By 4:00 however things began to slow down and the atmosphere became more what it had been earlier.
For me, one thing was different about this show. It was the first show I have gone to in many years as an attendee and not a seller, and I had to remember the advice I often give to newcomers to pace oneself, take breaks, not to become overwhelmed by all the choices.
Soon enough, the show was over and my pen portfolio was filled with many nice things, some for me and some of which I will share on my website when we return.
For us, the show ended with a small brunch Sunday morning. There I was able o actually meet Christian Zeumer-Peer and his family and was able to catch up with a friend with whom I had lost touch, Peteris Seja, and got to meet his wife.
From there it was on to Wiesbaden Sunday afternoon and for the second time now I have visited Cologne without seeing the Dom (cathedral). Although I did visit it way back in 1971 and I suspect it has not greatly changed, I have. Next time.
In the dining room of the Hotel Ibis in Neuss, Gerhard Brandl and I discuss, what else? pens.
Apologies to Jens, whose surname I do not remember, along with Jürgen Kuhse and his mother Hannalore
At dinner Friday night, Eizo Fujii looks intently at a pen while Duncan Sewell looks on. It was great to finally meet Duncan after hearing so many stories about his pen exploits over the years.
Osman Sümer, Christian Ott, Tom Westerich and Gerhard Brandl
David Parisi's left side, Miroslav Tischler, Claus Holten, who I was most pleased to finally meet after all these years, and in the foreground Michael Gutberlet. Meeting Mike was another highlight of the show and I look forward to seeing him again at the Nürnberg Show, which he organises, in May.
A scene of the Köln show before the crowds.
Jürgen Dittmer, the Pelikan archivist, who has been another great friend over the years and who has been a patient and deep source of knowledge.
Later in the day, things got a bit more crowded. At that point, however, it was impossible to take pictures.
Gerhard Brandl, across a crowded room.
Just two hours earlier, this last row, to the right overlooking the river, took me ten minutes to traverse.
This scene gives a better sense of the room at mid-day. While many people favour a larger venue, several I spoke with liked the intensity of this setting. I tend, a bit, toward that view, though I probably would not had I tried to sell at the show.
Jürgan Kuhse and to his left Matthias-Josef Zimmermann. One of the few regrets I have is that Majo and I did not get more time together.
Thomas Neureither, from Heidelberg, known to those of Fountain Pen Network, as a great source of information on all European makers. He and I have corresponded about possible contributions to the PCA poublication, The Pennant, and it was great to meet him and to chat briefly.
Thursday, March 26, 2009
From Bath, we headed to Bristol airport. Given the high costs of British public transportation, getting to the airport cost nearly as much as our flight to Amsterdam. Once there we picked up our rental car, an Opel Meriva and headed out of Amsterdam. After two frustrating hours on the highly congested Dutch motorways we got to the frontier with Germany and onto the legendary autobahn. Interestingly in today’s Europe the crossing from Holland to Germany was indicated by two signs, one in Dutch and one in German telling us we were now entering Germany. Quickly I discovered that the Meriva is not happy at speeds over 160 kph. The question is whether I will try to change it before we head north to Hamburg, Hanover and then Berlin.
An hour’s drive and we were in the Neuss suburb of Düsseldorf where we are staying before proceeding into Köln later today, Friday. There we will hook up with a number of German friends prior to Saturday’s Köln penshow.
Wednesday, March 25, 2009
In rest may he be as much at peace as he was in life. Our friendship was only brief, we knew each other only for several years, but he touched me (and Sharon) profoundly as he touched all who knew him.
By Mark Pritchard
Alan Lew, former rabbi of a San Francisco congregation and well known in Bay Area Zen Buddhist circles, died Monday on a trip to the East Coast.
He was a spiritual seeker in California during the late 1960s and early 70s, when he was exposed to Zen meditation for the first time. He went on to practice for several years at the Berkeley and San Francisco Zen Centers, but while preparing for lay ordination as a Buddhist, he had a crisis that led him instead to become a rabbi.
Saturday, March 21, 2009
Unlike the PCA, whose focus can narrow, often, to pens and only pens, the WES encompasses a wide range of concerns as its name signifies and as the meeting bore out.
I would like to thank Assistant Meetings Secretary Bill Linskey for facilitating my attendance and those who presented for a lively and fascinating program and apologise to those whose names I have omitted.
At the start of the meeting, Chairman Michael Woods presents Steve Hull with a certificate affirming Steve's appointment to a new position within the organisation as Vice President, honouring Steve's lifetime contributions to the hobby in the UK.
Bill Linskey led off the presentations with talk on the American firm of Daniel Low, headquartered in Salem, Massachusetts. Although they called themselves silversmiths, in reality they marketed a wide range of items including sterling and hard rubber pens.
Next up was Jim Marshall, who spoke about advertising in the 18th and 19th century.
Steve and another member show off some of Steve's more modern pieces
Here a tabletop display of advertising items to support the theme of the meeting, marketing.
An unintentionally long, but very pleasant lunch with Jim and his wife Jane and Steve made us late for Jeremy's presentation of materials from the WES archive. Jeremy and I discussed the possibility of reciprocal access to online materials for members.
Michael Woods took us out with a fascinating presentation of marketing stamps, primarily a German innovation that piqued my interests. Some great Pelikan and other materials. Hmmmm.
Secretary John Daniels was good enough to pose for a photo with me.
Our goal in undertaking this was, of course, to give our students a sense of history, but also a hands on feeling for the history of empire.
We began with the Naval History Museum and then proceeded to the ships, the HMS Victory, Nelson’s ship at the Battle of Trafalgar where he lost his life saving Britain (later we would tour the ship) and the Mary Rose, designed by Henry VIII, launched in 1511 as the first “purpose-built” warship, sunk in 1545 resisting a French invasion force before Henry’s eyes, and recovered in 1982. Currently the ship is undergoing a process whereby polyethelene grycol is being used to impregnate the wood, thereby preserving the ship. It will go on exhibition in 2011 with the creation of a £35,000,000 museum, a good reason to return.
A harbour tour of the modern port, a guided tour of the HMS Victory, no photos allowed, and a visit to the Mary Rose Museum, showing artifacts recovered from the ship, rounded out our day.
We began with the museum which used a series of exhibits of dioramas (just coming back into museum favour after years of having been abandoned), model ships, artifacts and documents and letters, to tell the story of both Lord Wellington and the British Navy.
Then, on to the Mary Rose. The ship is currently in a large closed chamber where it is being flooded with PEG to preserve it. Right now, though, there is not a whole lot to see and less to photograph.
The group never did get on board the HMS Warrior from 1860. One of the frustrations of these tour days, we all agree, is that they cannot be longer. So much to see.
After the Mary Rose it was time for a harbour tour. Megan Hart, Aleks Eydelman and Michelle Nguyen (suitably hatted), and Kristen Carder, face turned away, wait for the departure.
The tour showed us the extent to which Portsmouth is still a vital port and a military centre, though the presence of military personnel on the streets and in the grounds told us that as well. This must be a prime posting for British cadets, non-coms and officers.
Spice Island emphasises the commercial history of the port, which remains today.
Then, off to the Victory, which was the highlight of the day, at least for many of us.
Sadly, they did not allow photos on board. A shame, as the restoration and presentation is stunning.
Rosa, with her pink chenille charms, captured the heart of a pirate. We would not let her bring him home.
The Mary Rose Museum gives a taste of what will be on offer in just two years.
This was a great day of touring . Certainly the British know how to present their history in a most satisfying manner. When we booked, we were told that this is one of Britain's most highly visited attractions, and with its mix of ships, museums, shops, cafés one can see why.
For once I have posted before I've gotten our student journals, I shall be curious to see their responses.
Friday, March 20, 2009
During break we will be going to Germany for the Köln Penshow and then on to the Pelikan factory in Hanover and from there to Berlin.
We spent last weekend with some old friends, Sylvia and Ray Atkinson in Petts Wood, Kent, outside of London. Our friendship with Ray and Sylvia goes back a bit more than thirty years when we first met through our friends, Lynn and Ron Gelfand.
After having lost touch for some time, we got back in touch at Lorin Gelfand’s wedding in 2007 and when Ray and Sylvia heard we would be in England they got in touch and we made plans to spend some time together.
We had planned to take the train to London, but because that is a heavily used route and we did not book early enough the train actually cost more than renting a car. Since driving here holds no terror for me (other than the habit of slamming my right hand into the door from time to time when changing gears) we jumped into the Enterprise Rental Nissan Note and headed out on M4 to London early Friday.
After losing our way on the M25, which seems easy to do and getting ourselves lost (who is stupid enough to drive on unfamiliar roads anywhere without a map??) Ray came and got us from wherever we were and led us to Petts Wood.
I should explain here that by trade Ray is a London taxi driver and has “the knowledge,” that intense training in the geography and topography of London that makes her cabdrivers miracle men.
We spent Friday catching up with Ray, and when Sylvia got home from work catching up with her as well. We had a lovely dinner at Trencherman’s in the centre of Petts Wood.
They had asked how we wanted to spend Saturday and what sites we wished to see. We settled on a tour of the south bank of the Thames, featuring a tour of the reconstructed Globe Theatre, a walk and then a ramble through London before settling on dinner in Chinatown.
Sunday, of course, we had to return to Bath for work and classes, but not before a mini-tour through Greenwich.
The first image, the most important, of course, is of Harry, Sylvia and Ray's King Charles Spaniel. Sadly, just weeks earlier his companion of fourteen years, Sally, had died.
Sylvia and Sharon
Sylvia, Ray and Harry. Sharon and I are cat people, but even we were not immune to Harry's charms. Sharon says there is a dog in our future, though not a spaniel, since they need more exercise than we, who are still working, can give them. Ray and Harry go out for nearly an hour each morning.
We took the train from Pett's Wood and came out on the Thames Embankment near Borough market.
Sylvia and Sharon contemplating a possible purchase.
I did not know that "the clink" referred to a specific prison.
The following images are of the museum and the recreated Globe theatre. The project was started by an American, the actor Sam Wanamaker, who was driven out of the US during the McCarthy era. (No political comment follows.) (I lie, Americans tend to be idiots on the subject of security, then and now, failing to capture real bad guys and making uncomfortable people of conscience. Sorry)
Our guide for the tour, whose name I do not recall, was brilliant, as have been so many of our tour guides.
I remember only the colloquial name for this millennial bridge, nicknamed the wobbly bridge. When it opened it had to be reinforced. Still, pretty, especially against St. Paul's
A walk down Fleet Street, not just famous but also where Ray once worked before all the newspapers left the area, took us on an unanticipated Dr. Johnson tour.
We took a cab over to the incredibly posh Burlington Arcade. There I met Joanne, Andrea and Karen at Penfriend. They were kind enough to show me a number of exquisite English pens, none of which, sadly, I could afford. The entire area is filled with upmarket (make that posh) shops. Too rich for our blood, so we trekked over to Soho and Chinatown, had dinner and returned to Kent.
But not before I had my picture taken with two of my heroes.
Sunday morning, Sharon showed Sylvia, who is an unabashed Amerophile, the website of The Vermont Country Store.
And then we went for a drive to Greenwich and a stroll before heading back to Sylvia and Ray's. It was the first real spring day. Hooray!!
A final image of the four of us in the Atkinson's garden.
This weekend stands as a highlight of our trip. A public thank you, Sylvia and Ray, for a grand weekend and for your enduring friendship over the years. We will see you again, soon, in a few weeks.