Tuesday, April 3, 2012

Jefferson's Monticello


I was visiting Virginia properly for the first time so it was impossible not to consider visiting the famous home of the third President of the United States.


The approaches to the little house on the little hill are shrouded by trees and everything is perfectly manicured, down to and including the charming wooden visitor's center at the bottom of the hill on which is located Thomas Jefferson's home.


Monticello in Italian actually means 'little hill' and was planned by Jefferson over forty years and built for his retirement by an assortment of slaves, free men and temporary craftsmen.


Jefferson has been described variously as brilliant, inscrutable, a genius and an enigma. Every modern American has an opinion about the Virginia farmer, as he described himself in the national census of 1810, and all Americans with opinions like to sign the 33 year old author of the Declaration of Independence up to their various causes. I came up with a few opinions of my own after my first brief visit to his home on the little hill.


Most people take the shuttle up the hill and the intrepid few walk back down. We stormed up the hill on foot, warned at some great length by the guides that we could only tour the home if we made our tour group at the time allotted. We zoomed up the hill like G.I.s at Monte Cassino, only faster, while meeting satisfied groups stumbling down to the shuttle stop.


Monticello has tremendous views across the Rivanna River Valley, and one can easily understand why Jefferson wanted to create his retreat here. He was a farmer in his own mind, all his life, whether he was serving as the First Secretary of State, as the Ambassador to France or as the nation's third President. He grew lots of stuff at Monticello with his 200 slaves.


We arrived in the midst of the Spring abundance and tacked ourselves accidentally onto the 4:20 tour such was our fear of missing the inflexible deadline...but we were booted off and went to buy some heirloom seeds from the gift shop, a legacy of Jefferson's mad desire to expand the stock of plants in the New World, in direct contradiction of Monsanto's evil genius in modern rimes of patenting genetic modifications and depriving farmers of crop varieties.


Our guide was funny and well informed and imparted his knowledge in a very approachable way, sucking us all into the story of Jefferson's daily life in his home. Immediately he discussed the famous controversy concerning Jefferson's affair with his black slave Sally Hemings and the children they had. In it's literature the Jefferson Foundation acknowledges the DNA evidence and thus essentially the controversy is no more, it is a fact.


Much is also made of Jefferson's sentiments about the equality of all men (sic) and his decision to keep and use his slaves. It is clear to me after visiting Monticello that Jefferson must have been a granite firm pragmatist. No way he could have operated the four farms without unpaid labor. As it is he died penniless as public service was not a paying proposition in those days and ex-Presidents had yet to be awarded lifetime pensions.


We took one last look at the exterior built in the Italian style which Jefferson learned from his extensive reading as he never visited Italy. He also had a number of clocks, one outside on each end of the house rare enough in this days and many ornate time pieces indoors including one that told the day of the week. Indoor photos are not permitted so I have included the link to the foundation's website below:


Monticello House And Gardens


It a was pointed out to me that the house is smaller in reality than it appears to be in the collective imagination, even though it includes upstairs bedrooms and a number of rather oddly laid out rooms downstairs, one room opening into the next in an oddly open layout. The are also store rooms, kitchens and cellars attached to the house in semi submerged wings stretching each side of the main formal garden.


The other thing that is abundantly clear from a quick visit to Monticello's interior is that Jefferson prided himself on his accomplishments with displays of artifacts from scientific discoveries including the opening up of the West. Nowhere does one see any religious content in the house, no symbols no chapel no reference. Indeed the portraits of Jefferson's heroes in the common rooms point directly at his scientific bent. There is no chapel or space devoted to religion in the home


In our modern society's schism over the separation of church and state and the demands of modern religious that things go better for all of us with prayer I find it astonishing that Jefferson's name is invoked. He and James Madison worked to write and pass a law rarely mentioned today but inscribed on Jeffersons's tomb (see below) as one his greatest achievements, that of separating Virginia's constitution from it's colonial basis which held the Church of England as the sole official religion of the Commonwealth. That Jefferson believed in the total separation of Church and State could not be more obvious, but confusing modern preachers with facts gets one nowhere. But there are the facts.


Jefferson cultivated a huge vegetable garden still visible today and still cultivated to preserve his heritage seeds. The roadway was lined with Mulberry trees and various cottages to house slaves and white workers, including smiths and carpenters.


The vegetable garden sat on a terrace above an orchard and nought he tried hard Jefferson failed t grow grapes in an effort to emulate his favorite French wines. For all that he was American Jefferson greatly admired European civilization.


After eight years as America's third president Jefferson retired to Monticello in 1809 and dismissed his white workers, presumably for lack of funds and dedicated himself to farming.


Much has been made of Jeffersons's death 50 years after the signing of the Declaration of Independence but on his monument he wanted to be remembered for three things. Including his determination in retirement t create the University of Virginia. A loud thunderclap in support of public education, another no-no for modern know nothings.


I suppose if original intent meant anything at all in the modern world we'd see a very different, more substantive debate going on in the presidential election underway. as it is everyone claims Jefferson as spokesman for their cause no matter what he wrote in granite about himself.


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Monday, April 2, 2012

Chateau Morrisette Winery

It has been around since 1978 bottling wines that are made with at least eighty percent Virginia grown grapes, which by law rates the product as true Virginia wine.


The founder, William Morrisette, started the winery with a few acres of vines and bottled the product for fun and friends who started pestering him to make some to sell.


Then David Morrisette, his son took the first viticulture class at Mississippi State and started down the path that has led the winery to become Virginia's oldest and largest, producing 60,000 cases a year, of 19 different wines.


After 20 years in California, with all the wine snobbery inherent in West Coast wine making, I was fascinated to see this massive and very successful winery tucked off the Blue Ridge Parkway at Mile 172. I had never previously seen a crushing operation integrated into the main building and operated as a public spectacle:


I love that idea of having a wine based picnic while watching actual winery operations. I want to go back in September.


Mike was our animated and cheerful guide on the brief tour, showing us the vast fermentation vats cooling the bubbling wines, and rows of oak barrels awaiting their next load.


The winery, all 32,000 square feet of it, is built from salvaged timber found in Washington State. We tasted a dozen of the wines on offer, and though they do produce a couple of gruesomely sweet Mogen David type wines the bulk of the production we found to be sophisticated and very drinkable.


I am rather tired of heavy dark reds and though there was a very dry earthy Merlot the other blends offered a lighter touch and interesting fruity taste. There was an astonishing variety and I could see a red or a white or the crisp rosé on my table for any occasion. I was quite surprised.


Chateau Morrisette Web Page


The winery is located in rural Floyd County to the west of Roanoke.


It is classic mountain terrain, deep clefts, woods and homes scattered alongside the roads.


I found the people we met to be charming and cheerful as usual, in defiance of all the movie stereotypes of surly inbred country folk fearful of outsiders.


Land is abundant and cheap, winters on the high plateau are harsh I am told, though a one bedroom cabin on three acres with a deck and all modern conveniences a few miles outside Floyd itself, was offered at $78,000. Hmm...


The scenery is pastoral in the extreme though 20 miles away there is a movie theater showing Art films not yet seen in Key West.


The roads wind and twist through forests and fields in some most delightful driving.


Who knew Virginia made wine or looked like this?


This isn't high priced California or Key West and all the better for it!




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Old Roanoke

Well, Sandra said, if you want to know Roanoke there are a few old places you need to visit. Aesy's is one such.



The woman who owned it originally Josephine Aesy, had a reputation for being rather strange, even for bar owners back in the day. The headline from a 1978 opinion piece in the Roanoke Times explains all:



A Remembrance of Aesy's That Was. Nowadays there is certainly a fountain machine on the back counter and the menu includes all the usual sorts of greasy spoon delicacies and beer is no longer sold. But fried bologna is!



Sandra the vegetarian opted to opt out but I indulged my alien sensibilities in this most southern of Dixie dishes. It was served like a hamburger, fries optional, and was as delicious as I expected. How do locals eat it? I asked the cheerful waitress sporting a pink Aesy's t-shirt (I want one!). On a bun all the way was the answer. Me too!



The cost of lunch for two was somewhere near ten bucks, an experience I would have been sorry to miss. Then there was the oldest whorehouse in town. I mean strip club, located in this innocuous building soon to be demolished.



Papa Joe's story is too long to be told here but is related in exquisite detail by columnist Dan Casey at the Roanoke Daily News. Check the link for a superb telling of a tale worth reading. A Potted History of Papa Joe's In Roanoke

The Texas Tavern is a strange name fora bizarre hole-in-the-wall eatery in downtown Roanoke.



On approach it's clear this is not your friendly new age kind of
welcoming place. Once inside you will understand that three dollars goes a long way in this place and it is far better spent on nourishing food than parking.



The Texas Tavern is a no frills place, a real old fashioned diner.



Sandra was careful to point out that since 1930 the foot bar has been well worn. She wasn't kidding.



I was surprised to see a security camera's unblinking eye, but also check out the ads. "Affordable Septic" was my favorite as I ordered a delicious greasy spoon lunch.



The prices in 2012 are extraordinary, and you will be surprised to learn the beef is locally raised and lean and the food is of excellent quality.



I had a bowl of chili to start, which was meaty and delicious and thus off Sandra's vegetarian menu.



She had a Denver which is egg and relish and cheese and pickles on a bun.



I had a cheesy Western which adds a delicious slice of hamburger. There are no fries and no options and nothing to substitute. The cook cooks and makes no small talk, nor does he smile. He doesn't give a shit how you're doing today. Lovely!



Fountain drinks can be refilled for thirty cents and dessert comes in a plastic wrapper.



The Texas Tavern is full of signs and warnings and as much silliness to compensate for the the staff being businesslike and stiff.



Here's a t-shirt a burly hairy mountain man might like to complement his pink Crocs.



And -Heavens to Betsy!- here's a cigarette machine.



No smoking inside though.



I'll be back next time I'm in Roanoke!



I needed to resupply my dog food bag so Jeff said we would go visit the "mickenmac" in the neighborhood. Huh? It is the last survivor of a regional supermarket chain that all Roanoke Conchs remember fondly from their childhood.



For the frugal among us, popular and less well known "soda pop" brands are for sale cheap at the machines outside the Mick-Or-Mack.



Why it is called that I have no idea. What looks like a slightly eccentric supermarket to a stranger is a happy memory for the locals. I remember Pantry Pride in Key West. I guess that was when "mickenmac" was in it's heyday. Who knew?

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