re: Pictures from days gone by....

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At 8:20 pm on 11 April 1975 performance artist Chris Burden entered a large gallery of the Museum of Contemporary Art in Chicago, set a clock for midnight, and lay down on the floor beneath a large sheet of plate glass that was angled against the wall.

Then he waited. He waited for someone to do something, but no one did. The audience sat and watched (people applauded at the 10-minute mark, then dwindled over the next few hours), people came and went.

Burden remained in his prone position on the floor for 45 hours and 10 minutes before a museum employee set a pitcher of water near Burden. Burden immediately got up, smashed the clock, and left. The performance was over.

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Earlier, some posters asked about posts with personal connections. Here are a few of mine:


My great-grandfather, Jacob Cubbison, on the right. He was an oil driller, as was most of his family in western Pennsylvania. In 1909 they moved to southern Illinois/Indiana where a new oil field had come in.

A few years back we did an ancestry trip up to that area and found one of the places they lived, and replicated a photo of my great-grandfather taken there with my nephew (his great-great grandson) who shared Jacob's name:


Same spot and pose, same house in background, almost 100 years apart.

While his family stayed in the area, Jacob Cubbison went away to work in El Dorado, Arkansas where he died in an oil field accident. He was 55 years old.


Lawrenceville High School Indians football team (Illinois), 1923 season. My paw-paw, John R. Cubbison (son of Jacob Cubbison), 2nd row, third from the left. My paw-paw was the third of 4 boys. On that same ancestry trip, we were able to see the old Lawrenceville High School (damaged by fire) and the old abandoned football field behind it and below a bluff where this photo was likely taken.

Jacob Cubbison died in the summer after my paw-paw's senior year. Very shortly afterwards, my paw-paw joined the Army:

After basic training, he trained in aviation mechanics, and wound up stationed in Hawaii.

After his hitch in the army, he worked at several odd jobs and went into several different business ventures, including the gas station business (with Indian Oil, the forerunner of Texaco). However, the Great Depression came along, and times were tough and by 1932, he decided to rejoin the Army. He was once again sent to Hawaii, and continued to serve as an aviation mechanic for the next five years. In the mid 1930s, he even met Amelia Earhart in Hawaii when he worked on her plane. That's him on the far right holding the propeller:


After his second stint in the service he went to California, where he had lined up a job at an airplane factory. The factory eventually closed, and he moved back to the southern Indiana/Illinois area, married my grandma and was able to get a civil service job in aviation mechanics at Patterson AFB outside Dayton, Ohio.


Right after the U.S. entered W.W. II, Paw-Paw was promoted to Chief Inspector of Mechanical Work, but had to be transferred – he and my grandma had a choice of either Boca Raton, FL or Keesler Field in Biloxi. Boca Raton seemed too far away for them, so they picked Biloxi, and moved down there in February 1942. After the war the government gave them the option of moving back up to Ohio, but they had become fond of mild Southern winters and opted to stay. They lived the rest of their lives in Biloxi, my paw-paw continuing to work at Keesler until his retirement in the early 1970s.

This is an image made by Ernest Bellocq taken in the red light district of New Orleans, Storyville, in the early 1900s. He has good photos of other subjects but accepted the challenge of capturing artful images of nekkid ladies. A collection of his Storyville photographs has been exhibited in the New Orleans Museum of Art.

I sometimes make images that are inspired by iconic photos and this one is on my wish list. I have collected the striped stockings, somewhat similar shoes and furnishings. It would take some re-arranging of my den and I hate to wallpaper a wall. I have a collection of old photographs I can hang. Don't know if I will tell the model that she is posing as a prostitute...but feel that I should, eh.

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Oh man! Used to stay there as a kid. My dad still talks about a restaurant called Barachevs (not sure of spelling) that was maybe right next door.

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Baricev's. My mom went to school with and was good friends one of the Baricev daughters.

You were right, they were pretty much right next door on the east side of the Buena Vista. They had about three different restaurants at that location over the years. Here is a post card drawing of the 1st one:


This is the second one, which was actually OVER the water, before and after Camille:


They had another one built after that; I can recall going there in the late 1970s with my grandparents.