Even my photo of marvelous Lincoln Center looks dreary… and crooked
The next time I’m in New York City, I’m going to get tickets to at least one Broadway show.
Next time, I’m going to stay long enough to explore different parts of the city. And allow myself at least one day of meandering through Central Park.
Next time, I’m not going to let some unpleasant weather mess with my visit, and make me cross.
Next time, I’m going to follow my nose into one of the amazing restaurants that seem to be every 20 feet in this city, even if it means having to dress up a bit.
And the next time I’m here, I’m going to find that I have correctly requested the research materials I wanted, and not majorly screwed that up.
… Yeah, so you know how I mentioned that I was going to be heading to the Library of Performing Arts at Lincoln Center to look through Cornelia Otis Skinner’s scrapbooks? Well, see, when I submitted my request online, I entered a general reference number only, and when the system took it, I mistakenly assumed that this covered all of the materials I wanted to look at. Which meant the only material pulled for me was the first item on Cornelia’s collection list, a scrapbook that wasn’t on my priorities list because it didn’t fall into the years I’m researching.
By the time I discovered my mistake, it was too late to get the correct materials sent over from the off-site storage facility. The library staff was very kind, and said they would do their best to try to get at least a few things brought over by this morning (which would give me about two hours with the materials before I needed to head out to Brooklyn to board the ship), but they told me not to get my hopes up.
Maybe I was due for a little setback, after all of the amazing luck I’ve had so far on this journey. A little yang to go with the yin.
It could be road fatigue catching up to me. I’ve also started misplacing things, or just downright losing them. I’ve gotten behind on my journal writing. It’s been days since I’ve practiced with my French app. And I cannot muster enough focus to figure out even one of the websites where I should be posting my blog.
It’s all a bit deflating. More yang.
But on the other hand, the cool, cloudy, windy days have made for much better walking weather. The hours that I had planned to be at a library desk were now freed up, and I had time to check out Emily’s old apartment building on the Upper East Side, which was originally the Joseph Pulitzer mansion. I got to wander through the theatre district, searching for (and finding!) some of the venues where Cornelia and her father Otis had performed in their days. I had time to slow down and chat with other visitors to New York, as well as some of the natives themselves.
And when I went ahead and looked at that rogue scrapbook which I hadn’t been interested in, it turned out to be from Cornelia’s one woman show, “The Six Wives of Henry VIII”, the one I’ve been fascinated by ever since I read about it. There were photographs of her as every one of those poor wretched queens, with captions for each, and a brief synopsis of each woman’s story on a separate sheet in the back. It was a wonderful surprise, and just the thing to put a spring back into my step.
So it’s not the end of the world that I didn’t get my hands on those other scrapbooks yesterday. When I told my parents about my mess-up, my mom was quick to say, “Just do it when you come back from your trip. Change your flights and stay however many days you need in New York.” She’s right. It will cost a little money, but this situation is fixable.
It looks like my “Next Time” is already in the works.
Below: Cornelia Otis Skinner as Catherine of Aragon, Anne Boleyn, Jane Seymour, Anne of Cleves, Catherine Howard and Catherine Parr.