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4 Friedrich the Great: Founding an Empire

Geoffrey Burgess Indiana University Press ePub

In June 1960 von Huene finally left Powell Flutes and was “really in business” as a recorder builder. He had spent the preceding months setting up his new workshop, and delayed giving his notice until the last minute.1 From a business point of view his timing was opportune: he already had orders, and like the adolescent who rode on ahead of the family on the trek across Germany, he established himself as the forerunner in the field of recorder building and would soon ride the crest of the wave of the instrument’s meteoric rise in popularity.

Leading up to that time, von Huene had begun to make recorders on the Atlas lathe he had brought from Washington, D.C., set up in the front hallway of the Cypress Street home, separated from the living area with no more than a draped sheet. The going rate for Dolmetsch recorders was $60; von Huene undercut them by $10.2 His first attempt was a failure in his eyes, but Inge rescued it to keep for sentimental reasons. The next instruments went to friends and colleagues. Bernard Krainis got #3, Alexander (Lex) Silbiger #4 and his pupil Elaine Cuthbert #6, Friedrich’s college friend David Holmes #7, and the Museum of Fine Arts (MFA) purchased #12 for the Camerata. A few were sold through the New England Music Center, operated by Robert Lander, in downtown Boston.

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The Ranger’s Prayer

Paul N. Spellman University of North Texas Press PDF
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14. “The Most Terrible Battle”

Ethan S. Rafuse Indiana University Press ePub

McClellan spent the night of September 14–15 anticipating that Lee would fall back from South Mountain and make a stand at Boonsboro. When news of success at Crampton’s Gap finally reached headquarters shortly after midnight McClellan sent a message to Franklin directing him to occupy “the road from Rohrersville to Harpers Ferry, placing a sufficient force at Rohrersville to hold that position in case it should be attacked by the enemy from Boonsborough. Endeavor to open communication with . . . Harpers Ferry, attacking and destroying such of the enemy as you might find in Pleasant Valley.” After making contact with Miles, Franklin was to join their two commands and proceed to Boonsboro. “Should you find, however, that the enemy have retreated from Boonsborough toward Sharpsburg,” McClellan told Franklin he was to “to fall upon him and cut off his retreat.”1

Meanwhile, Hooker, with Richardson’s division in the lead, followed by the First Corps, the rest of Sumner’s corps, and Mansfield’s corps (Mansfield had just arrived at the front and assumed command), would advance from Turner’s Gap to Boonsboro, “pushing the enemy as hard as possible.” “Should you find [Boonsboro] to be deserted,” McClellan instructed Sumner, “occupy the town or take up some strong position in its vicinity. Should you find the enemy in force there, you will dispose your men for attack and report for further orders to the commanding general.”2

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12 Jabel Mukabber

Hillel Bardin Indiana University Press ePub

Several days after I was released from prison in 1988, I received a phone call at home from an Israeli whom I didn’t know. He told me he was visiting a Palestinian friend who wanted to talk to me. He then put his friend, Jamil Salhut, on the phone.

Jamil told me that he was a neighbor of mine, from the nearby Arab village of Jabel Mukabber (which was annexed to Jerusalem in 1967). He had read about my experience in Ramallah. He wanted his little son to meet me, because up until then the only Israelis his son had met were border policemen who had frightened him. I gave him directions to my house, and they came right over. Jamil’s little son, Kais, watched me with big eyes as we all had coffee and cookies. We talked about Israelis and Palestinians, about Jerusalem, and about my military service in Ramallah. I told Jamil about our dialogues in Jericho and Beit Sahour. He was interested in starting a similar dialogue in his village.

Jabel Mukabber is located behind Government House, which today is the United Nations headquarters in Jerusalem. It is directly next to East Talpiyot, which was built mostly on land expropriated from the villagers of Jabel Mukabber and Sur Bahir. As with most of the land in the expanded Jerusalem that was expropriated from Arabs, land was cheap for the Jewish contractors and East Talpiyot’s apartments were sold at bargain prices, as they were designed for low-income families. These tended also to be families with strong anti-Arab feelings. Several streets were built for middle-class families, some of whom were more liberal in their attitudes. It was natural to match Jabel Mukabber with the people of East Talpiyot because of proximity. One possible subject for discussion could be the issue of reconciliation between those whose land was expropriated and those who lived on the expropriated land, adding spice to the relationship.

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21 MacLeod’s Dedication of the Lipchitz Gate

Jane Blaffer Owen Indiana University Press ePub

Ye fearful saints, fresh courage take,
The clouds ye so much dread
Are big with mercy, and shall break
In blessings on your head.

—William Cowper, Olney Hymns, “Light Shining Out of Darkness”


On my arrival at the Stanhope in New York to visit Janie in mid-1958, Lipchitz telephoned with exciting news; he had completed the model for the gate.1

“When will you and Philip come to my studio?”

“Immediately, that is, when Philip is available and can drive me over.”

By the late 1950s, Philip Johnson’s architectural reputation had grown considerably, and his new offices on top of the Seagram Building teemed with activity. Philip rescheduled appointments, so he and I were soon en route to Hastings-on-Hudson like unleashed hounds on the scent of fresh game. Art lovers are an insatiable breed.

Lipchitz opened the door of his light-filled, high-ceilinged new studio, smiling more broadly than I had ever seen him do, grateful for the realization of his costly dream. Placing the small sculpture in our hands, he broke into French as a more immediate outlet for his enthusiasm: “Voilà votre porte de cérémonie. Ça va?” (“Here is your ceremonial gate. It’s okay?”)

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