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									The Ruthmere Foundation, Inc. • 302 E. Beardsley Avenue • Elkhart, Indiana 46514                            Fall/Winter 2007


 Board of directors                Nicholas Roth to Play holiday coNceRt at RuthmeRe
 President
 Robert B. Beardsley                    Hailed by the Indianapolis News as
 Vice-President & Treasurer        “a world of talent, displaying lyrical
 George E. Freese                  beauty, percussive driving power never
 Secretary                         out of control, and never without security
 Dorinda Miles Smith               and assurance,” pianist Nicholas Roth
 Assistant Treasurer               began his formal studies at age twelve and
 Susan C.S. Edwards                was receiving critical acclaim for his ap-
 Arthur Decio                      pearances by the age of eighteen. He has
 Robert Deputy                     appeared as soloist with the St. Louis Sym-
 Chuck Loving                      phony and the Indianapolis Symphony
 Alice A. Martin                   under Raymond Leppard, among many
 Joan Beardsley Norris             others. Roth has been featured in recital
                                   series and festivals throughout the United
 MuseuM staff:                     States, Germany, and Spain, including the
 Executive Director                prestigious Dame Myra Hess Memorial                  Roth holds the Doctor of Musical Arts
 Laurel Spencer Forsythe           Concerts Series of Chicago, the Irving S.       degree from Michigan State University, an
 Archivist/Librarian               Gilmore International Keyboard Festival,        Artist Diploma from the Hochschule für
 Marilou Ritchie                   the Kalamazoo Bach Festival, and Sunday         Musik in Munich, and M.M. and B.M.
 Accounting Manager                Afternoons Live from the Elvehjem in            degrees from Indiana University, where he
 Bob Frey                          Madison, Wisconsin.                             was the recipient of the School of Music’s
 Building and Grounds Staff             Roth was a 1993 Beethoven Fellow of        highest honors including the Performer’s
 Ronald Wolschlager, Manager       the American Pianists Association, which        Certificate and the Joseph Battista Me-
 Carla Riley, Assistant Manager    provided him concert management for             morial Scholarship. His teachers include
 Desco Glass                       three years. He has won first prizes in         Ralph Votapek, Elisso Virsaladze, Helmut
 Amos Enane                        the Young Keyboard Artists Association          Deutsch, Edward Auer, Emilio del Rosa-
 Pam McIntire, Horticulturalist    International and Grace Welsh Interna-          rio, and Michel Block.
 Carla Riley                       tional Piano Competitions, as well as the            Roth is Assistant Professor of Piano at
 Collections Care Coordinator      chamber music competitions of Tortona           Drake University and was previously on
 Joy Olsen                         and Pietra Ligure, Italy. He was also the       the faculty of the University of Wisconsin
 Curator of the Clock Collection   recipient of a Deutscher Akademischer           - Stevens Point and Alma College. His
 Hosea Jump                        Austausch Dienst (DAAD) grant that              recordings are available from Blue Griffin
 Docents                           enabled him to further his studies in           Recording.
 Laura Funk                        Germany. In 1988, he was honored by the               Hear Nicholas Roth play Ruthmere’s
 Patricia Klockow                  House of Representatives of the General         1955 Steinway on Friday, November 23 at
 Carrie Mathews                    Assembly of the State of Indiana for his        7:30 p.m. The concert program will in-
 Curator of Education              “contribution to the performing arts, his       clude Robert Schumann’s Carnaval, Ravel’s
 Rusty Heckaman                    accomplishments as a concert pianist, and       Sonatine and Prokoviev’s Sonata No. 7 in B
                                   his inspiration to young musicians.”            flat, Op. 83. Tickets are $15.
                                                                                   Call (574) 264-0330 for information and to
                                                                                   purchase tickets.
                                                                  
Notes From an Oaken Aerie...
Marilou r itchie, librarian /archivist

     When the maple outside the Beards-                 adjustments. The next time you come             gave us funds to import master story teller
ley Arts Reference Library starts turning               to visit take a moment to notice the            Chris Fascione, who delighted young and
its rosy red, we know that winter cannot                many clocks in the museum and listen            old alike with his antics at the same time
be far away. The rains come, the tem-                   to the delightful tones of their chimes.        that he was retelling a good story. Author
peratures drop, the rain turns to snow,                 Of course, the policy of the library is         David Bennett of Fort Wayne also visited
and curling up with a good book is one                  to acquire books that reflect the collec-       to tell us about his biography of Thomas
good answer for the winter blahs. I was                 tion; therefore, we own several books           Marshall, a Hoosier vice-president under
just leafing through a new book on clocks               to help enlighten you – and us – about          Woodrow Wilson. They both visited
that came to us last week, and the beauti-              timepieces.                                     the Beardsley ARL and found items of
ful clocks pictured in it would delight the                  We’re happy to report that last            interest.
most avid collector.                                    month’s BookFest drew many more at-                   Take an hour off from your busy
     Ruthmere itself boasts a fine collec-              tendees than last year’s. Certainly we can      schedule and drop in to our library for a
tion of clocks, which are tended faithfully             thank Elkhart Public Library for their          little relaxation. As the Elkhart Public Li-
once a week by Clock Curator Hosea                      support, particularly in the matter of          brary suggests in their newsletter, it’s time
Jump; he comes by every Wednesday                       publicity, and we can thank the Indiana         to simplify your life, and an afternoon in
to wind clocks and make any necessary                   Humanities Council for the grant that           a library is one way to do that.




Recovered Views


     “Recovered Views: African                          photographer John Johnson who lived
American Portraits, 1912-1925” is the                   and worked in Lincoln, Nebraska,
title of an exhibit of forty photographs                in the early part of the 20th century.
on display at Ruthmere Museum                           The images document life in a black
through November 20. So, Hurry in to                    community in a small Midwestern city, a
see this interesting exhibit before                     society rarely depicted in any medium.
it closes.                                                  Ruthmere is inviting visitors to
     The photographs are from                           bring copies of images of their families,
a collection of black and white                         the community, buildings and events
portraits created by African-American                   to become part of a new collection of
                                                        the community’s history. If copies are
                                                        not available, Ruthmere will make
                                                        reproductions of the originals.
                                                            “Recovered Views” is sponsored
                                                        by Exhibits USA, the national touring
                                                        division of Mid-America Arts Alliance.
                                                        Admission to the exhibit is free.
                                                        Museum hours are 10 am to 4 pm
                                                                                                       Boy Beside Chair, c. 1915, Attributed to John Johnson
                                                        Tuesday through Saturday and 1 to 4
                                                        pm Sunday.


Costumed Girls Posing with Cards and Bottle, c. 1915,
Attributed to John Johnson                                                       For additional information, call 264-0330 or visit www.ruthmere.org.

                                                                            
The Gold Caper
robert beardsley, President


     In 1978 two friends and I decided to     summer thunderstorm. I wonder now            somewhat curtly I thought: “Call the
go salmon fishing in Scotland. George         why I have not been back more often.         queen and tell her I can’t come to tea
Minnix, an Episcopal priest from Indi-             We expected a small hotel, maybe        today” Hello? Shortly after that, while
ana and Jim Lapish, a stockbroker for         ten rooms, sort of a “wee” place with lots   idly turning the pages of the morning’s
Bache, Halsey and Stuart, made up our         of charm, a sparkling salmon stream,         London Times he turned to me and
merry crew. We consulted travel agents,       and young lassies standing by to whip        asked, “I say, do you have any money?”
salmon fishermen and anglers in gen-          up breakfast of eggs, bacon, sausage         –as if he had nothing better to do than
eral. The River Dee that flows through        and beans. Instead, Mar Lodge was the        ask me silly questions.
Braemar, southwest of Aberdeen, was           80,000 acre estate of the late Duchess of         We had just finished breakfast. I
the place to be in August. George is not      Fife, a granddaughter of Queen Victoria,     see him now, standing by the window
a fisherman but was interested in the         almost twice the size of Balmoral next       in a three piece grey tweed suit, white
scenery and sightseeing.                      door, the present Queen’s Highland           shirt and tartan tie (Fife, of course)
     Where to stay, what is salmon fish-      Home. Footage for the current film The       the wool smelling faintly of tobacco, a
ing all about, how much does it cost,         Queen with Helen Mirren was filmed           signet ring on his little finger. He was
what clothes do you take (Scotland is         there. Wow.                                  the embodiment of Savile Row elegance.
cool in August), what is the best way              In 1978 the owners, the Ponchauds,      He radiated that air of nonchalance and
to get there? George suggested Mar            were not there. We had Mar Lodge and         superiority that makes most Americans
Lodge. In New York Magazine, I saw            its rocky bubbling stream, the River         uncomfortable and lower classes every-
the following ad: “Mar Lodge, Braemar,        Dee, to ourselves along with half a          where want to start a revolution. At
salmon fishing River Dee. Victorian           dozen other paying guests. We did not        the end of the living room, a large early
guest lodging, superb food, fishing rights    catch a single salmon, although gillie       oil painting of Queen Victoria looked
to one mile of north-side midnight to         Stephen taught me the rudiments of           down at us. It was not a copy. I was in
midnight, gillies available.”                 the sport and how to trill the “r” that      the presence of a tycoon, a personage of
     Before the Internet we communi-          gives the Scotchman his burr. (It sounds     importance.
cated by letter. Telephoning across the       over moo-rrrrland, it sounds over-rrr             “Well, er, a little,” I gasped. A
Atlantic was an expensive and last resort.    hills) The weather was cool and spar-        billionaire, asking me, did I have any
I wrote. My inquiry got a prompt              kling, the days warm, and when we were       money? Not waiting for a response,
response on heavy embossed stationary         not fishing, we hiked and climbed the        he declared in firm tones, the way one
within 10 days. Yes, two rooms the week       “braes” for an athletic seven days. We       might tell a son in the 1950s to get into
of 6th-13th August are available and          returned the following August in 1979.       plastics: “Buy gold! It will be $2000 an
would we need a gillie? Board was in-         Sadly, Stephen was no more. He liked         ounce by Christmas!” That seemed un-
cluded, breakfast and dinner, no lunch.       to drink. One night the winter before,       likely since gold that day in August 1979
Yes, that would be nice, we thought, I        he got lost in a snowstorm trying to get     was around $325 but who was I to con-
made a reservation and sent off a deposit     home from his pub and froze to death in      tradict Gerald Ponchaud? “Thank you,
after consulting the dictionary: “Gillie, a   a snow bank.                                 sir. That sounds like very good advice.
professional guide and servant, especially         In August of 1979 the owners were       When I get home, I will see what I can
fishing and deer-stalking.”                   there. The place hummed. Madame              do.” Like get a second mortgage on the
     In early August we flew from Boston      Ponchaud wore smart tailored highland        farm, sell my 1936 Dodge pickup truck,
to London where we rented a car. We           dress whipped up, no doubt, by some          get rid of those old World War II Series-
arrived in Braemar at the appointed time.     London couturier. Mr. Ponchaud, on           E savings bonds Grandmother left me,
The countryside of Northern England           the other hand, was simplicity itself,       maybe a painting or two, the gold in my
and lower Scotland as we entered the          friendly, down to earth, although he         teeth? Buy gold? That was a good one.
Lowlands was spectacular. The land-           was quite aware of his own importance.            So Jim and I fished and schemed
scape is made up of hills, valleys, and       We got on very well. I enjoyed his dry       to raise cash. Gerald might be right.
lakes. Everything was green, crisp, the       humor. One morning he said to his            Could gold really go to $2000 by
air filled with invigorating ozone after a    wife out of the corner of his mouth,         Christmas? Meanwhile, life at Mar
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Lodge went on in many pleasant ways.            uniforms, aprons and toques, were work-       tiny part if it. I did well in the end, but
The bathroom for our two rooms was              ing quietly to prepare the evening meal.      along the way there were some snags.
out of order. On our first day, Madame          The kitchen at Balmoral as filmed in The           In 1965 I attended a Gold and Silver
asked us to please use the big bath across      Queen looks very much like the kitchen        seminar in Chicago by a Dr. Franz Pick,
the hall, the one always reserved for           at Mar Lodge.                                 a highly respected economist and cur-
the late Queen Mary because it had a                 Around ten o’clock, everybody re-        rency expert of the day. He preached
separate “water closet,” with a varnished       tired to the “drawing room” for brandy,       and lived gold. Buy it, said he, but
mahogany toilet seat? Sure, of course,          but there were no drinkers in our crowd.      buy bullion not gold stocks and keep it
thank you. The five foot tub wasn’t bad         (Mr. Ponchaud did like to nip a bit when      in your bank vault or under your bed,
either, copper with a mahogany top and          his bossy wife was not looking.) Most         definitely not in a brokerage house or
many twiddly silver faucets. Filled with        everyone disappeared by 10:30 to be           in paper. He based this on his belief
hot water and nice bath soap in hand            ready for fishing and deerstalking early      that the government would once again
from Floris on Germyn Street, London,           the next morning. To my dismay there          confiscate all private holdings of bullion
like “New Mown Hay”, soaking there              was no piano in that seventy room house       at ITS price, just as it did in April 1933,
was quite tolerable. That Royal Lady            and no bagpipes, either. The Ponchauds        by Executive Order of President Franklin
used to visit summers with her husband,         were not musical. Neither were the Fifes,     D. Roosevelt after he declared a bank
George V, when the Fifes still owned            I heard. There was a small library at         “holiday.” FDR was not popular those
it. One can imagine the hunting parties         Mar Lodge, however, where George              days in my family. You could not even
and the feasts that followed in the Teens,      and I spent several happy hours going         speak his name in Grandfather Andrew
Twenties and Thirties. And the house-           through the classics, most of which had       H. “Hub” Beardsley’s household (1864-
hold. How they must have worked.                not been read in a while, if ever. The        1936). Can you imagine being forbidden
     We were usually sixteen for dinner.        bindings were magnificent. Inherited          to say George Bush out loud in your
The dining room of Mar Lodge, as I              from the Fifes, no doubt, or purchased        home today?
remember, is oak, about 20’ x 35’, the          from them was a magnificent embossed               In early months of 1933, federal
walls lined with dozens of red stags’           and monogrammed leather desk set with         agents swarmed the vaults of all banks
heads. A “starter” of some sort was at          an ivory letter opener or page cutter,        and private depositories across the
our places when we sat down. Scottish           on top of a library table in front of the     country and sealed all safe deposit boxes.
girls in Highland dresses passed platters       window overlooking the River Dee fifty        Thereafter you could only open your
of fresh caught salmon with Hollanda-           yards away. I coveted that desk set a lot.    box in the presence of the Feds, who
ise sauce and vegetables with Brussels          Thou shall not steal.                         would then confiscate the gold and in
sprouts always being one of them. For                After catching not one but two           exchange issue “script.” This “script”
dessert after the cheese course, some           salmon that year, the fishing part of our     was backed by the Full Faith and Credit
nights there was a “trifle,” a sponge cake      vacation was a success. As we said good-      of the United States Government, of
spread with jam, soaked in wine, sprin-         bye to Mr. Ponchaud in the lounge the         course! Unfortunately for the owner
kled with crushed macaroons and topped          morning we left, he repeated his advice:      of the gold, Full Faith was pegged at
with custard and whipped cream. Or              “Buy gold!” “I shall do my utmost, sir,       $20.67 an ounce, one third the current
one could have just fresh fruit, a favorite     believe me,” I replied. And I did.            international going rate. For example, if
of mine. Once afternoon, I checked out               All told between the end of August       you owned one million market value of
the kitchen. Black stoves, prep tables,         1979 when gold was at around $350 an          gold April 15, 1933. On April 16, 1933,
pots and pans by the dozens hung from           ounce, and January 21, 1980 when it           the value of that gold suddenly dropped
overhead racks. A huge skylight for             hit an all time high of $850, I somehow       to $333,000. With that in mind in late
ventilation and light and well- scrubbed        manage to acquire 300 ounces of the           1979, my stash went into a safe deposit
orange tile floors made it look like a          precious metal. Christmas? Gerald was         box at Society National Bank in Elkhart,
hotel kitchen. Everything was immacu-           wrong about that and $2000, but he            Indiana. Dr. Pick said that was okay if
late. Stainless steel was everywhere.           did predict the fastest rise in gold prices   you kept your eye on it and could rush
Six to eight men and women in white             in years. Thanks to him, I enjoyed a          there before Treasury agents beat you to
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               Louis Comfort Tiffany Leadership Circle Members


                                    Platinum $5,000
                                  Arthur J. & Patricia Decio
                                    Joan Beardsley Norris

                                   Rose Gold $2,500
                                     Dorinda Miles Smith
                                         Peggy Weed
                             Scott & Kim Welch - Welch Packaging

                                      Gold $1,000
                                      Robert Beardsley
                                    Bill and Katie Bissell
                                  Thomas & Dorthy Corson
                                  Robert & Mary Pat Deputy
                                  Thomas & Lois Dusthimer
                                   George & Kathy Freese
                                   Craig & Connie Fulmer
                                   Keith & Nancy Holmes
                                          Key Bank
                                   Laurel Spencer Forsythe
                                    David & Janet Weed




Silver                           Patron                            Dean & Judy Kelly
Phil & Jeannette Lux             Stuart & Paula Barb               Neil & Pat Klockow
                                 Steve & Jean Barton               Brad & Pam McIntire
Bronze                           Jane Burns                        James & Ann McNamee
Thomas & Dorothy Arnold          Jan Cawley                        Lawrence & Lynne Miles
Laura Funk                       Mr. and Ms. William Cloar         Peter & Becky Parmater
Steve and Kathy Sponseller       Virginia Combs                    Phil & Bonnie Penn
                                 Linne & Rachel Dosé               Marilou Ritchie
                                 Steven & Carol Eldridge           Harold & Patricia Smith
                                 Robert & Karin Frey               Robert and Mary Lou Stackhouse
                                 Desco Glass                       Frances Stock
                                 Charles Gordon                    Don and Claudia Stohler
                                 LaVerne Herzberg                  Donald & Cidney Walter
                                 Charles Himes                     Arthur & Suzanne Wyatt
                                     - Borden Waste-Away




                                                
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it. But in a bank vault gold bullion is     at market then at $835. “Congratula-         opening hours early Monday. There are
not immediately saleable, I soon learned.   tions, Robert!” soon dimmed when Jim         advantages to being a director. We got
Caramba!                                    called back: “We can’t execute your          there at 7:00 AM, still dark. I wore my
     Friday afternoon, January 18, 1979     order because your gold is not in house.     disguise of Levis, dark turtleneck, black
I called Jim Lapish at his office in        You have to go to Indiana and bring it to    mouton parka with a wolverine trimmed
Boston, my third call that day. Gold        New York!”                                   hood, snow boots, heavy black leather
was going through the roof. I figured            Friday I was in Miami. The gold was     gloves, topped off with a rather dashing,
I had tripled my money, and the time        in Elkhart. I could not physically get the   I thought, black and white check cash-
had come to sell. “Bulls make money,        bullion to New York until mid afternoon      mere scarf. I carried a small Air France
bears make money, but pigs get slaugh-      the following Monday. Miami/Chicago          flight bag. I felt like I was about to rob a
tered,” the Wall Street saying goes. So     was easy but O’Hare/ South Bend con-         bank. Knock, knock. Open up. Gimme
Jim placed an order to sell 300 ounces      nections were delayed by snow. After all,    the gold!
                                            it was January. Faithful Leroy from the           Familiar faces opened several glass
                                            farm waited in South Bend for me until       and steel doors until I was in the main
                                            late that night. Normally the farmhouse      vault. All those boxes full of money,
                                            was closed in winter but Leroy and Hen-      gold, stock certificates and diamonds.
                                            rietta, bless her heart, had the heat and    Click, click, four to the left, three to the
                                            lights on and a fire going to welcome me     right, six to the left, open, thank you
    d iscover the r ewards of M eMBership                                                very much, I’ll take it, have good day!
                                            when we arrived about 10:00 PM, the
                                            wind howling out of the northwest and        And we were off.
                                            the outside temperature zero or below.            Insurance. One should not travel
                                            Tired and anxious, I dove into bed, an       with $300,000 of anything without
                                            adult beverage near in hand for cheer        insurance. Getting insurance over a
                                            and comfort, as I remember.                  weekend is not easy but Old Reliable
                                                 Sunday, I got permission from our       Insurance Company came through (we
                                            bank president to access the vault before    did business with them for forty years).
                                                                                         Their only condition was that I had to
                                                                                         travel to New York with a bodyguard.
                                                                                         What kind of bodyguard? Anybody will
                                                                                         do. How about an Episcopal priest in
                                                                                         good standing? So Father George joined
                                                                                         the caper, meeting me in South Bend.
                                                                                         He had his disguise, I mine.
                                                                                              I had asked for a private security
                                                                                         screening in South Bend. One could not
                                                                                         have every Tom, Dick and Harry taking
                                                                                         a gander at all that loot, now could
                                                                                         one? As my bag trundled slowly into the
                                                                                         x-ray machine, three or four inspectors
                                                                                         huddled close to see what all the fuss was
                                                                                         about. “What you got there, bud?” The
                                                                                         metal detectors were going crazy. “A
                                                                                         bunch of gold,” said I. A senior inspec-
                                                                                         tor was summoned. “Let’s see it.” His
                                                                                         voice calm, his eyes popping, he said: “I
                                                                                         see. Sure looks like gold to me!” I was
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cleared. I zipped my hoard back into the         swinging safely at my side. The room,           tearing his or her hair out. “There will
flight bag and we boarded.                       at least 40’ x 60’, was well named. Bars,       be a rally, but not today. Let’s put in
     The weather improved. It was                kilos and ingots of gold were everywhere,       an order to sell at $735 and see what
light when we landed in O’Hare. No               like dead rabbits on the lawn during a          happens.” Cold comfort, I thought, but
security checks to go through now, we            tularemia outbreak. Some were strewn            with no other choice, I agreed. I turned
marched QuickTime from Concourse A               across desktops and tables, behind which        to George, his Windsor-blues bulging
to Concourse C for an American flight            harried brokers scribbled receipts for the      at those piles of gold all over the place,
to New York. First Class, thank you.             commodity of the day as fast as they            and said, “Let’s go, George. Our business
After all, we were on a Gold plate special.      could write, yelling back and forth from        here today is over.”
We enjoyed our coffee, bun and orange            one desk to the next with an urgency                 It was a glum journey to the air-
juice (tea for George, actually, who             that made no sense. The room was in             port, this time by taxi. George came to
states loudly to this day “I’ve never had        pandemonium.                                    Boston with me for a visit. I thanked
a cup of coffee in m’life) and we arrived             “I am here to deliver some gold so I       him for being such an excellent guard.
LaGuardia on time in a cloudless sky,            can sell it. I would like a receipt, please.”   We were both deflated, naturally, al-
the “bowling ball” safe in the overhead.         I opened my bag and hauled out my               though even at $600 I was ahead despite
I did not forget to take it with me when         pitiful eight kilos (a mere 17.6 pounds)        the extravagance of the First Class
we deplaned. Our driver was waiting              and plunked it importantly on the desk          tickets and the limousine. We waited for
for us at the gate, waving a “Lapish” sign       of the only person in the room with any-        what the morrow would bring.
(melodramatic staging on my part) and            thing near a pleasant expression on his              “The Morrow” brought $735 on the
we were soon off to Bache Halsey Stuart’s        face. He said nothing, looked up once to        nose in the morning rally. Thank you,
main offices on Gold Street in Lower             be sure I was human, I suppose, and fu-         Jim Lapish, what a call. I think that was
Manhattan in the Financial District.             riously started writing a receipt. Behind       the highest the rally got. Later I wrote
Bundled in the back of our shiny black           him was an old-fashioned blackboard,            Mr. Ponchaud about my “success” and
Cadillac limousine, we two Hoosier boys          the kind we had in school years ago.            thanked him again for his advice. I did
rolled along the East Side Expressway            Written on it in chalk were a number of         not mention Christmas or the $2000
in some style, we thought. Our driver,           descending numbers beginning with 845           number. One of his sons wrote back
picking his teeth, inquired casually,            and ending with 635. “What’s the “635”          that Gerald was very pleased for me and
“Come to the City often? You here on             for?” “That was the price of gold twenty        wished me luck in my future undertak-
gold? Had a lot of business for the Wall         minutes ago.”                                   ings! With the proceeds from “The
Street for that lately. Nice stuff.”                  Double Caramba! My heart was               Gold Caper” and the sale of the Con-
     When we rolled to a stop, a large           sinking faster than the gold. The bubble        dado penthouse in San Juan, I paid cash
number of limos taxis and expensive cars         had burst. I should not have listened to        for “Sunnyside,” my wonderful home
crowded around the entrance of Bache.            Dr. Pick. My bullion should have been           with ninety acres at 26 Summer Street
At the lobby information desk, I asked           right here in the house Friday afternoon        in downtown Kennebunk, Maine where
for directions to the Gold Room, where           and that Monday morning, I would have           I lived from 1981 until 2005. In addi-
I was to deliver my bullion. The man             sold my gold at $845 an ounce! Receipt          tion to many memories and thousands
on duty jerked his thumb towards a hall          in hand I rushed to the lobby to call           of photographs of happy times there,
to his left, along with a lot of people          Jim. What should I do? He was surpris-          “Sunnyside” now produces dividends of
who seemed to be hurrying. We joined             ingly calm, considering that everybody          a different and most pleasant kind.
the crowd, my weighty “bowling ball”             on Gold Street was rushing around



                                                Thank You To Our Valuable Volunteers
                           Paula Barb, Isabelle Freeman, Kathy Freese, Agnes Grahmbeck, Dean Hupp,
                           Dan Hinton, Annette Kozak, Carrie Mathews, Marie Smith & Peg Trobaugh

                                                                      
  Calendar of Events
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   23	Nick	Roth	Concert	(7:30	pm)                                              the ruthMere fouNdatioN, i Nc .
                                                                                 302 e ast Beardsley aveNue
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     Edwardian	Yuletide	at	Ruthmere	begins	November	23	and	                              574.264.0330
     continues	through	December	31.	Through	this	season,	the	                         w w w.ruthMere .org
     mansion	is	decked	with	live	poinsettias,	Christmas	trees,	and	
     many	other	festive	touches.		Tours	are	offered	Tuesday	through	
     Saturday	at	10	am,	11	am,	1	pm,	2	pm	and	3	pm	and	on	
     Sunday	afternoons	at	1	pm,	2	pm	and	3	pm.

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   16	 Free	Day	(in	Partnership	with	Elkhart	Museums	Association)	
   22	House	Walk	




Ruthmere Holiday House Walk 2007

     With all of your shopping completed            Country home of Brad and Michelle                    and have refreshments in the Game
and your preparations in place, you’ll              Miller, originally built in 1930 for Olive           Room. The House Walk continues
want to plan to spend December 22                   and Edward Beardsley. The home                       down Beardsley Ave. to the Havilah
enjoying Ruthmere’s Holiday House                   features seven trees, each portraying a              Beardsley House at 102 W, Beardsley
Walk. Two beautiful Greenleaf Boulevard             special theme. The Millers also display              Ave., now undergoing restoration by
homes, a number of ties to Beardsley                Christmas cards from the Beardsleys                  The Ruthmere Foundation, Inc. Stop
family history, and several stops within            in the gazebo. Visit Elkhart Camera                  in to see the work in progress and learn
the Beardsley Avenue Historic District              Center at 420 E. Jackson Blvd. to see                about plans for restoration of Elkhart’s
make this year’s Holiday House Walk a               their charming Christmas village display,            oldest historic house, the home of the
great way to spend the Saturday afternoon           collected by the family over many years.             city’s founder. Further along Beardsley
before Christmas. This year’s walk                  Here you can also visit with Santa and               Avenue, near the Dr. Havilah Beardsley
will feature the magnificent Greenleaf              make a last-minute request! Ruthmere                 monument, is the charming cottage-style
Boulevard home of Tim Portolese and                 will be open for the afternoon, and                  home of Dot Hansen at 316 W. Beardsley
Dr. Bruce Newswanger. The 10,000                    will be festively decorated with fresh               Ave. This was once the home of James
square foot Tuscan-style riverfront home            poinsettias, Christmas trees, and many               Rufus Beardsley, the son of Dr. Havilah
features sixteen Christmas trees and                other seasonal touches. Linger and enjoy             Beardsley. Tickets are $25 and may be
a 300 piece Christmas village display.              baroque and seasonal music by Juliana                purchased at Ruthmere.
Also on Greenleaf is the lovely French              and Friends (piano, violin and viola)                Call (574) 264-0330.


                                                                        

								
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