Ten years ago, this month, I traveled to Windham County, Connecticut.
Heavily wooded and rural, Windham County is serene and quiet,
largely unchanged since the time of the Revolution. I touched base with
my roots, found the graves of my ancient ancestors and stood on the
green where the Militia mustered in 1775. It was a highly patriotic
time, in the wake of 9/11, and I seemed to be having one strangely serendipitous
moment after the other. Locals opened their doors to me to share local
history, documents, food and more. I stayed in a cold, rustic cabin, roamed misty old cemeteries, and absorbed the charm of the place. Paul Newman waved at me. It was a great week and climaxed when the local
librarian in the tiny library on the Windham Green, dared me to climb a
ladder just vacated by a handyman and touch the legendary Windham
Bacchus. What made her dare me? The thing was what looked to me like
twelve feet up, on a pediment, a forbidden artifact of the Revolution -
off-limits. But, I took the challenge. I touched the Windham Bacchus.
Did I receive some kind of strange curse, to be obsessed with the
Revolutionary War? The question is moot, look where I am.
More about the Bacchus of Windham :
It appeared on china dishware.
The Treasury of American Design considered it a 'treasure'.
It appeared on china dishware.
The Treasury of American Design considered it a 'treasure'.
See page 38 of Early American Wood Carving By Erwin Ottomar Christensen for an explanation of the carvings' origin.