Frederick Douglass home
I finally went to visit the Frederick Douglass National Historic Site. It was well worth the trek into Anacostia, although the rain and clouds meant that the famous panoramic view of the city wasn't visible. Most surprising fact? FD's second wife was white. I asked the ranger giving the tour if mixed marriages were legal then and he said that anti-miscegenation laws didn't come into force until the 1920s. Creepiest house decor? Curtain pulls in the form of miniature balls and chains.
H1N1 vaccination clinic
I volunteered from 6am (!) to 10am on Saturday morning at the H1N1 vaccination clinic in Ward 6, which is where our neighborhood is. The clinic took place at a middle-school and, I must say, was pretty well-organized. I'm sure one of the factors is that the clinic primarily served members of priority groups in Ward 6, rather than the "everyone welcome" clinics scheduled at the DC Armory. Since so many volunteers showed up I decided to retreat into my shy self and do data entry instead of crowd management. As far as I can tell, no one got upset or turned away, and the shriek level for the angry babies and toddlers was fairly low.
Kennedy Center Jazz Club
I'd gotten free tickets to see Stefon Harris and Blackout via washingtondc. Though we'd been to the Kennedy Center many times for concerts, this was our first time to KC Jazz Club. And it really was set up as a jazz club, with about 40 small tables squeezed into a rectangular room, and an open bar and snacks that can be taken in. We shared our table with a very attractive older couple, who also hadn't been to the Jazz Club before. I enjoyed the music, except that the opening and closing pieces featured a vocalist who sang with an artificially distorted voice. A lady at the neighboring table said it reminded her of people who had throat cancer and had to speak through a voice box. I found it very annoying. MoBob said he liked it and regaled me with "You are my prototype" in the robot voice all the way home.
Apparently Frederick Douglas said that it made sense that he should have both a black and a white wife (successively, not at the same time) as he had both a black and a white parent. While there is some disagreement now about his father's race, FD himself believed his father to have been a white slave owner.
Perhaps more scandalous to us today, was that his second wife worked as his secretary for many years before their marriage.
He is buried here in Rochester and, of course, lived here for many years before he went to DC. His house here was destroyed in a fire, so all we have are a few statues (and an honorary presence in the Susan B. Anthony house); I'll have to search out his house next time I am in DC. Thanks for the review!