Depending on your personal view, February 14 is either just another day on the calendar or quite possibly the most romantic day of the year. Regardless of how you feel about Valentine’s Day, it is hard to resist a good love story. Perhaps it has to do with how a good story mimics real life. We feel tied to a character through the emotional turmoil of falling in love. We know how “they” feel even though “they” are just words on a page.
Robert Feke was a well-known colonial American portrait artist who worked in Newport, Boston, and Philadelphia in the mid-1700s. While he left behind several physical records of his life, namely his portraits, there is still a lot that is unknown about him, particularly the details of his early life before he became known as a painter, but there is a story that suggests he practiced his skills in some unusual circumstances.
Even small manuscript collections can provide a wealth of information, an insight into personal experience within the context of history. Our collection of the Marjorie W. Champlin papers consists of only four folders, but it spans fifty years of political and personal correspondence in the life of a single person.
The fact that not all editions of a work are created equally is a lesson that can be learned by exploring any collection. In our own vault collection, we have two very different copies of the same popular poem, the Rubáiyát of Omar Khayyám as translated by Edward Fitzgerald (1809-1883).
Keep an eye out for the Winter issue of Antiques and Fine Arts Magazine. Inside this lovely publication is an article written by architectural historian John Tschirch titled "A Classic Revisited: The Redwood Library in Newport, Rhode Island".
Newport’s history with the Navy truly begins in 1775 when a merchant from Newport named Esek Hopkins, Esq. was named Commander and Chief of the newly created Continental Navy. He would serve as the only Commander and Chief of the Navy during the Revolution.
Before the celebrity chefs we watch were celebrities, they were cooking on the line in some restaurant, before that they were culinary students, and even before that they were children helping their mother or fat