Sunday, December 28, 2008
Fourth Lake Whispers
Saturday, December 27, 2008
Letter from Dan Rosenthal to Dorothea Rosenthal
Friday, December 26, 2008
Christmas inside the Blue Line
Wednesday, December 24, 2008
View from the City, Very Early Morning, December 24, 2008
The President's 2008 Christmas Message
Presidential Message
Christmas 2008
"'I bring you good news of great joy that will be for all the people. Today in the town of David a Savior has been born to you; he is Christ the Lord. This will be a sign to you: You will find a baby wrapped in cloths and lying in a manger.'"
Luke 2:10-12
Each year, Christmas brings together families, friends, and communities to rejoice in the birth of Jesus Christ and celebrate the wonderful gifts God has bestowed upon us. During this season, we remember Jesus' birth from the Virgin Mary, His justice and mercy that changed the world, and His ultimate sacrifice for all people. Though Jesus was born humbly in a manger, He was destined to be the Savior of the world. The light He brought into the world continues to break through darkness and change people's lives two thousand years later.
This holiday season, as you rejoice in the good news of Jesus' love, forgiveness, acceptance, and peace, I encourage you to show grace to those less fortunate, just as God showed it to us. By serving those in need and through other acts of love and compassion, we can honor God's goodness and affirm the immeasurable value God places on the sanctity of life. We remember the members of our Armed Forces serving to protect our country and secure God's gift of freedom for others around the globe. All Americans are indebted to these men and women and their families for their sacrifice, devotion to duty, and patriotism.
Laura and I send our best wishes for a very Merry Christmas. May you be surrounded by loved ones and blessed by the Author of Life during this joyous holiday and throughout the New Year.
GEORGE W. BUSH
Tuesday, December 23, 2008
In Love with the Adirondacks: Ex-President Harrison Purchases Land to Build a Cottage
From The New York Times, January 11, 1896White House Christmas Ornament 2008 Honors Adirondack Pioneer President Benjamin Harrison

Monday, December 22, 2008
Sunday, December 21, 2008
Arts and Crafts Architecture and Design: The Gamble House

Adirondack Bookshelf: Historic Images of the Adirondacks
Historic Images of the Adirondacks, Compiled by Victoria Sandiford. If nature has always been the measure of the Adirondacks, the story of man in these mountains has been the measure of the Adirondack Museum. Here, preserved for generations to see and enjoy, is the beauty he created in response to the beauty around him. Historic Images of the Adirondacks features a diverse selection of images from the Adirondack Museum’s collection of over 70,000 photographs. Included are images of great camps, hotels, Adirondack Guides, lumber camps, early settlers, and much more. With over 140 historic photographs. Softcover. 2008. Available from the Adirondack Museum Store.Dorothea Rosenthal Gordon Remembered
This is a photograph of my grandmother that I found doing research online. It is from her high school yearbook. Her name was Dorothea Rosenthal Gordon and with my grandfather, Albert Gordon, acquired Penwood in 1953. She was an artist and a creative talent ahead of her time. She attended Northwestern University and became a journalist when there were few women in journalism. She was a fine painter, as a hobby, but her work was quite exceptional. Today, she could have sold it at auction, in a gallery, or on Etsy or ebay at least. It is strange to continue to learn about her 16 years after her death, and to be learning about her using technology she could never have imagined possible. More importantly, I think, is the fact that the more I learn about her the more extraordinary I think she was. She possessed a tremendous creative impulse -- to paint, write, read, do needlepoint. She created magnificent dollhouses, had an exceptional antique doll collection, and seemed happiest when she was engrossed in a creative pursuit. She also loved gardening. I wish I could talk to her now about what she planted at Penwood, and why, and where and what she would say about what we have done to the landscape. We used to have special lunches out on the town and would talk about how Penwood looked when she first moved in. She had a very particular and wise eye regarding its history and its preservation. I would like to go back to the 1950's and visit with her for a long day on the dock. She had much to say that I could not really have understood when we had our talks, when I was in my early 20's.
Adirondack Camp Signs
Saturday, December 20, 2008
Friday, December 19, 2008
The Secret Gardens
When I was little, I used to imagine that I was a character from Frances Hodgson Burnett's novel, The Secret Garden. There were no walls in my garden at Penwood but I created imaginary walls among the tall ferns in Fern Village, and the grassy field in the Morning Bay. Today, as we work on the landscaping of Penwood, there are outdoor "rooms" that we are gradually creating -- the Park, a flat grassy area by the water, where the flags fly and the hammock swings in the wind; Hobbiton, a secret area near the bay behind a series of trees and saplings, where there are wild grasses and a marshy beach in the lake; and Nina's Point, the tip of the smaller of the two peninsulas that comprise the best parts of the land; the Beach, separating the two peninsulas and providing a play space for the children and a place to park the canoes. Each has its unique character and provides a different view of the park and the lake.
Thursday, December 18, 2008
Wednesday, December 17, 2008
Things I Love, by Dorothea Rosenthal
If one were to ask each individual in any group what he loved, the answers would be very revealing. Perhaps the answer would be riches, power, fame, or gems. Yet, it might be a painting, a symphony, or a set of dishes. Probably no two people would have the same list, though in some places they might agree. These lists may suggest to others an experience unknown, a joy as yet untasted, an idea never before received. I made my list. It may not be acceptable to others, but it represents my point of view. I love odd things that to others would seem silly. I love to swim in the ocean with the taste of salt on my lips, to lie with my eyes closed on the burning, arid sand near the water's edge and feel the spray. I love the smell of freshly scrubbed woodwork. I love a spot-clean kitchen with sunny flecks dancing around the rims of glasses. I love an early summer morning after it has rained and the dampness is like the earth's coverlet. To lie on the wet grass and watch the clouds moving majestically across a blue sea, to ride horseback through dark woods, to feel the wind and foam on my face as I sit in the prow of a sailboat, to feel the spank of the water while skimming the water in a "put-put"; all these I have loved. The dancing of a ballet, the acting of the players on the stage, the music of a symphony, the melancholy strains of a violin, the deep, rich colors of a painting, I have also loved. There are immeasurable others: the silver coins on my window that are rain, the white comfort that is snow, the first daffodil in the spring. To some there is no beauty in such things. They, too, can give lists of many things which perhaps I could not appreciate. That is very easily explained. Doesn't everyone say, "Love is blind"?Guest Post: Florence Levy - Memories of Penwood
There is no better place than Camp Penwood. My earliest childhood memories are swimming at the beach, swim lessons at the Inlet beach, anticipating Fridays when our dad would arrive with a car full of toys, visits to Enchanted Forest, getting to know my parents' friends on their weekend visits, stopping at Kayuta on the way into town, getting my boating license and spending hours on end in the Fulton Chain of lakes, meeting local residents, working at the ACE Hardware, creating lifetime friendships (Jenn Stoll), spreading the love with my high school friends, and the list could go on and on. There is truly no place I would rather be. Camp Penwood is majestic in beauty and calming in spirit. I feel so fortunate that now that we have our own kids (twins who will be two at the end of December), Camp has taken on a whole new meaning. I want them to be able to experience the same kind of childhood magic my brothers and I were able to experience. It breaks my heart being so far away in Colorado, but my goal is to get to a point where we can spend at least a month there every summer. The girls have already had a taste of its wonderment - a month there as 6 month old babies, and 2 weeks there over Rob and DJ's wedding when they were 20 months old. They played at the beach and finally started to enjoy days on the boat! There is nothing that Joel and I can say or do to make Hope and Campbell appreciate Camp, but I know that there is also nothing we can do to keep them from loving it. Just from spending time there with our family, the girls will inevitably grow to be Old Forge residents at heart. I look around the property and I see many more years of Burstein Family memories to be created. The Music of the Night
Through the Woods and Back in Time, Part One
Moses Cohen, 84-Year-Old Pioneer Merchant in Old Forge Looks Back

Tuesday, December 16, 2008
The Adirondack Boys Love: Heath Ceramics
We were recently looking for a new set of flatware for New York and we found an amazing shop, very well curated, called Heath Ceramics. Heath, it turns out, is a venerable old company with a history of producing wonderful earthenware and pottery, including tableware, mugs, bowls and other handmade products. They also select very high quality and unusual products that are sold on their website and in the Heath Ceramics shop and factory in Sausalito, California. They carry beautiful glass by Holmegaard and David Mellor flatware, among other finds. The collection is selected carefully and includes only items of high quality, beauty and craftsmanship.
Extraordinarily Good Children's Books: The Invention of Hugo Cabret by Brian Selznick
Orphan, clock keeper, and thief, Hugo lives in the walls of a busy Paris train station, where his survival depends on secrets and anonymity. But when his world suddenly interlocks with an eccentric, bookish girl and a bitter old man who runs a toy booth in the station, Hugo's undercover life, and his most precious secret, are put in jeopardy. A cryptic drawing, a treasured notebook, a stolen key, a mechanical man, and a hidden message from Hugo's dead father form the backbone of this intricate, tender, and spellbinding mystery. Winner of the Caldecott Award.
Tiffany and Bill Base Ball Park, Inlet, New York
"Felling Timbers" in the Adirondacks
Here is an image of two Adirondack loggers with their saw and axe. It seems that we have had more than our usual share of dead and diseased trees lately. We lose several every year to storms, wind, ice and disease, but lately it has been more than that. I think we had at least ten trees removed this past summer and there were a dozen more that were flagged as potentially dangerous in the event of high winds or storms.
Revolving Door: Adirondack Businesses For Sale
Camp Uncas, a Designated National Historic Landmark
Monday, December 15, 2008
The Boys are Back in Town
The Lost Guideboat
There are few things as essentially and uniquely Adirondack as the guideboat. I have thought about purchasing one for many years, but keep thinking that once I have it, I will never actually take it out. Since we built the house, I have spent most of my time focusing on the house and landscape, rather than the water and water activities. I used to waterski and swim almost every day and over the past ten years have stopped doing both. It's strange because I used to love going in the lake; now, it seems somehow unappealing. Anyway, back to the guideboat. Penwood had an antique guideboat that sat unused in the old garage, maybe it came with the camp when it was first bought by our family. Years later, it was donated to the Adirondack Museum. I guess it would have been expensive to restore and the Museum would accept it for its large collection of guideboats. But the thing that troubles me is that it is another lost piece of camp -- something gone and never to be recovered, like the original boathouse that burned down when guests started a fire in a broken fireplace; the pump house, torn down when it began to rot; and the hemlock bark shingles that covered the exterior of the camp, removed when they became infested with bugs. Would a new guideboat be the same as that old one that was somehow a part of the camp itself? If I did buy a new guideboat, there is a guideboat builder I would use that looks pretty good: Adirondack Guide Boat. The boats look beautiful and purely Adirondack.
Support Great Camp Sagamore
Great Camp Sagamore is one of the real treasures of the Adirondack park. Once the home of William West Durant and later, the Vanderbilts, it is operated now by a nonprofit group that maintains and restores it. Please support Sagamore and help ensure that it will endure for future generations to enjoy. Visit the Sagamore website to become a member and find out how to get involved.
Easingwold No More
Is the APA Corrupt or Just Inept?
Decorative Arts: Mignot Toy Soldiers
There is a special French company called Mignot that hand-manufactures lead toy soldiers. It has been in business since the era of Napoleon and is still creating exceptional, tiny pieces of art. I began collecting Mignot soliders last year and have a shelf devoted to them by the fireplace. The amount of work, patience and detail in each piece is amazing. This photograph was taken by a friend on a visit to Paris, where you can find entire shops devoted to these pieces, with thousands on display. They are regularly available on ebay and a few online sellers specializing in toy soldiers.
The Five Bedrooms
Bedrooms in Adirondack camps often have nicknames reflecting their history. Ours have evolved over time. The five bedrooms at Penwood are knows as (1) the Eisenhower Room, my brother's bedroom that was once the nursery for me, was previously separated into two smaller bedrooms to accommodate a housekeeper; the room is very 50's with mod wicker chairs and 50's lamps. (2) the Boys Camp, my old bedroom and before that, my Uncle Chuck's bedroom, shown here, is decked out with vintage camp signs, maps, fishing creels and snowshoes, as well as a sign with the single word "MAIL" in bold black paint to remind us to get the mail from the mail boat each morning. (3) Nina's Room, which was the original master bedroom and is the largest of the five. It was the room in which my grandmother and grandfather stayed when they owned Penwood. It is connected to the Boys Camp room by a door hidden in the closet, installed by the Kennedys - we think to allow for the Boys Camp room to be used as a nursery with easy access to the parental bedroom next door. (4) Florence's Room, which was my mother's childhood bedroom. Some people say that this room is haunted with a female presence who visits from time to time, perhaps my grandmother or the original owner of the house, Helen Seymour Sylvester. We know that at least two people died on the property - Helen and one of her relatives named Wiley. (5) the Master Bedroom, where my parents sleep now. I don't think we've come up with a more suitable shorthand name for that room yet.























