The sculpture above features Samuel Clemmons, which was always his legal name, with Tom Sawyer, surrounded by Mark Twain’s most famous characters. There are many that I don’t remember.
After Samuel Clemmons had achieved a certain level of success writing as Mark Twain and probably become the most famous person in the world, he settled in Hartford and built a house in 1873 befitting his status. Which he couldn’t afford but his wife Olivia could.
They lived in the house for seventeen years, most of their children’s childhoods. They moved out in 1891 when, after a series of unfortunate investments, neither Twain’s book profits nor Olivia’s inheritance could sustain it. After an arduous speaking tour, the Clemmons were financially able to repay all their creditors, including pre-bankruptcy debts for which they were no longer liable.
Clemmons’ biggest bad investment was the Paige Compositor, which was an overly complex automated type setting machine. Before all the bugs could be worked out, the Linotype came along, and it was simpler, faster, less expensive, more precise, and far more reliable. Early in his working life, Clemmons had been part owner of a small newspaper so typesetting was something he knew about. It seemed like a great idea.
Clemmons was born November 30, 1835, when Haley’s Comet had appeared. He frequently said he came in with the comet and he would go out with it. He died April 21, 1910, the day after the comet reappeared.
Some of public art that we encountered in our meanderings.
We also met Mary Sue Ryan, Doré’s best friend from elementary school, for lunch. Mary Sue, who now goes by Sue, and Doré, who then went by Sue, refer to elementary school as grammar school. The school in question was St. Rose of Lima in Short Hills, New Jersey. (The Monastery of St. Rose was one of our cruise stops when we were in Lima.) In the excitement of it all, no one took a picture.
We rode the Farmington Canal Heritage Trail for 48.98, which is less than 50. To make matters even worse, some of those miles were north of the border in Massachusetts. The tobacco fields, for example, are in Massachusetts.
One of the highlights was the Old Drake Hill Flower Bridge (see Fisherman statue above). It’s an old truss bridge that is now located in Simsbury on a pedestrian/bike path over the Farmington River. A flower club has made it their business to keep it covered in flowers.
Shouldn’t we do this for the bridge from Nicollet Island to Main Street?
Coincidently or not, it is just down the road a piece from the Monrovia Nursery, which anyone who plants anything knows about. It is vast; these pictures just hint at how big it is.
Once again, Doré found a trolley museum. She is almost as obsessed with trolleys as with refrigerator magnets.
They also had a building dedicated to firefighting, which is where I took most of my pictures.