2019 Programs
Unless otherwise indicated, programs take place at Gaiety Hollow, 545 Mission St. SE, Salem, OR 97302
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THE GARDENER Movie Screening
A Salem Cinema Reel Change For Our Community Event to benefit Lord & Schryver Conservancy Monday, April 8, 7:15 pm This film features influential gardener Frank Cabot, the founder of the Garden Conservancy, as he takes us on a summertime tour of Quatre Vents, his private 20-acre English style garden in Quebec. Salem Cinema, 1127 Broadway St. NE, Salem, OR Tickets $12 in advance, $15 day of the event Watch Trailer |
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LUCY HARDIMAN LECTURE
Wednesday, April 17, 11:00 am Rooted in Place: The Evolution of Garden Design in the Pacific Northwest Nationally recognized garden designer, lecturer and author, Lucy Hardiman, takes us on a journey through time as we visit and learn about some wonderful PNW historic gardens. Loucks Auditorium at Salem Public Library 585 Liberty St. SE, Salem OR Tickets $10 in advance, $12 at the door. |
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CLOCHE WORKSHOP
Sunday, May 5, 1:00 - 5:00 pm Gaiety Hollow, 545 Mission St. SE, Salem, OR Embellish a cloche like women in the era of Elizabeth Lord and Edith Schryver wore, but with a modern twist! Hats will be provided...you will add a floral motif using felt, ribbon, beads and other materials. A fun project for both experienced crafters and novices. Instructor Camilla S. Haneberg is a fine artist, crafter and member of the 2-D Art faculty at Chemeketa Community College. Cost: $45 per participant |
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BOTANICAL ILLUSTRATION WORKSHOP
Saturday and Sunday, May 18-19, 10:00 am - 4:00 pm both days Gaiety Hollow, 545 Mission St. SE, Salem, OR Learn the basics of botanical illustration including using the tracing frame, transferring a drawing, the importance of lighting, making drawings 3D and watercolor techniques including color mixing. This workshop assumes no prior drawing or painting experience. All artistic materials will be provided. Participants should bring a notebook and sack lunch for each day. Open to high school age and up. Limited to 10 participants. Instructor Jeanne Debons teaches botanical illustration classes at her studio in Bend, Oregon and other venues. She has a Diploma of Botanical Illustration from the English Gardening School in London, and a PhD in Botany and Plant Pathology from Oregon State University. Jeanne utilizes a step-by-step approach enabling participants to progress at their own skill, speed and objectives for the workshop. Cost: $175 for two days |
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1st Annual NEIGHBORHOOD GARDEN TOUR
Saturday and Sunday, June 1-2 In the Englewood Neighborhood, Salem Oregon |
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POETRY WORKSHOP
Saturday and Sunday, August 17 & 18 10:00 am - 4:00 pm both days Gaiety Hollow, 545 Mission St. SE, Salem, OR In this workshop, participants will study poems involving plants in various ways, identify plants in the garden for possible incorporation into poems, research the chosen plants, draft poems, discuss and critique the drafts, revise the drafts, and compile the revised poems into a workshop anthology. Instructor Eleanor Berry holds a Ph.D. in English from the University of Toronto and has taught writing and literature at the college level. Her poetry and essays have been widely published in journals and anthologies. She is a past president of the Oregon Poetry Association and the National Federation of State Poetry Societies. Participants should bring a notebook for drafting poems and a sack lunch both days. If possible, students should also bring a laptop computer for writing revisions. Open to high school age and up. Limited to 12 participants. Cost: $100 for 2 days. |
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SKETCHING IN THE GARDEN
Saturday and Sunday, October 5 & 6 10:00 am - 4:00 pm both days Gaiety Hollow, 545 Mission St. SE, Salem, OR Come and sketch the beautiful plants, flowers, architectural details, insects - every delightful thing you see - the Gaiety Hollow garden. YOU will receive basic instructions for drawing botanical subjects, including demonstrations using a variety of mediums such as graphite, colored pencil, pen & ink, and watercolor. All artistic materials will be provided. Participants should bring a sack lunch for each day. Open to high school age and up. Limited to 10 participants. Janet Parker is graphic designer, botanical illustrator and landscape painter with a BFA from Parsons School of Design. She is currently focusing on drawing, painting, and designing a series of classes in botanical art. Her drawings and illustrations have appeared in Horticulture magazine, gallery shows in New York City and in private collections. Cost: $250 for two days |
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GLASS SLIDES OF HISTORIC GARDENS
Thursday, November 7, 7:00 pm The Lord & Schryver Conservancy and Bush House Museum are co-hosting a special presentation of the Oregon Historical Society of an original, narrated glass lantern slide show on the history of early 20th century gardens in Portland. This is a unique opportunity for the public to see original hand-colored glass slides projected on an original 1930’s lantern slide projector. Suzanne Bishop, a member of the Portland Garden Club and on the Garden Club of America’s Garden History & Design Committee, will narrate the slide show. Matthew Cowan, Archivist for Moving Images & Photography at the Oregon Historical Society, will operate the projector. Loucks Auditorium at Salem Public Library 585 Liberty St. SE, Salem, OR Cost: $5 |
Gaiety Hollow Inspires!
An Award-Winning Design by Jean Roth
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It is exciting to see the many creative ways that gardening enthusiasts help keep the legacy of Elizabeth Lord and Edith Schryver alive!
We just learned that Jean Roth, long-time Portland Garden Club member and friend of the Lord & Schryver Conservancy, won Best in Show in the Garden Club of America’s Inspirations 2014 competition for her L&S urban garden vignette. Not only did Jean leave the show with a beautiful blue ribbon, she also received accolades from the judges: “A masterpiece of construction and horticulture material!” “Exuberant display of pristine plan material creates an urban jewel.” Jean entered her design in the Horticulture Division; Class 10 – Urban Jewels. Per the Garden Club of America’s rules, in addition to the actual display, Jean was also required to submit a Statement of Intent, a key card (planting diagram) and plant list. "We were instructed to create a design inspired by an urban garden and were given a 4’x4’ piece of plywood upon which to build. Our design was not to exceed that measure for the footprint but there was no height limit.” “I looked to Gaiety Hollow, Lord and Schryver’s home garden in Salem, OR as my inspiration. I wanted to highlight the firm’s beaux arts traditions including axial viewpoints, a sense of enclosure, use of broadleaf evergreens and “careless grace.” I then thought of the arbor at Gaiety Hollow and the rest was pure creative fun!” |
Paintings by CC. Willow and Gay Hopkins
Thank you to the artists for allowing us post their paintings which resulted from PAINT THE TOWN , a project of Artist in Action (AiA) which included Gaiety Hollow in their list of plein air inspirational art locations in 2018.
Top: Gaiety Hollow Poppies by CC. Willow, acrylic on canvas, 16" x 20"
Below: Lord and Schryver Garden by Gay Hopkins, acrylic on canvas, 11" x 14
Top: Gaiety Hollow Poppies by CC. Willow, acrylic on canvas, 16" x 20"
Below: Lord and Schryver Garden by Gay Hopkins, acrylic on canvas, 11" x 14
Poetry by the Willamette Valley Poetry Society
Elizabeth and Edith of Gaiety Hollow, 1932
~ Elizabeth Lord (1887-1976) and Edith Schryver (1901-1984).
~ Gaiety Hollow: their home, the house placed to enhance
their garden, one of 250 they designed together.
I.
Elizabeth, taller, might’ve reached the breakfast preserves, hung linens
on the clothesline. Perhaps Edith set their table beneath the window,
early northern light giving shape and color to backyard blooms,
paths dividing into rooms lilac, camellia, olive-yellow, thornless rose,
grape vine, pink clematis entwined atop the pergola’s beams; a shaded, backless
bench tucked beside small trees and ferns, a bright green riot;
a friendly garden shed within a separate, sunlit space, for tools and rakes
to tend and mulch the plants. The yard there, rubbed down to earth--
by working men? or, by the owner-women, in slippers and peignoirs?
II.
Just next door, Elizabeth nursed her ailing mother. During years
of witnessing decline, did the garden’s birdsong and promise
bring, with every glimpse, a released breath?
When Elizabeth’s turn for help arrived, did Edith offer care? We only
speculate, the women having burned their personal papers. The full account
is lost to us, a stony pact within their legacy, their era guarding privacy.
III.
We have been told of Edith’s way, when aging and alone: she gazed at
the garden from her kitchen-window seat … perhaps, at the hollyhock,
stalk of creamy bells—in Edith’s room of memory, a taller, more precious bloom.
Ada Molinoff
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Elizabeth and Edith of Gaiety Hollow, 1932
~ Elizabeth Lord (1887-1976) and Edith Schryver (1901-1984).
~ Gaiety Hollow: their home, the house placed to enhance
their garden, one of 250 they designed together.
I.
Elizabeth, taller, might’ve reached the breakfast preserves, hung linens
on the clothesline. Perhaps Edith set their table beneath the window,
early northern light giving shape and color to backyard blooms,
paths dividing into rooms lilac, camellia, olive-yellow, thornless rose,
grape vine, pink clematis entwined atop the pergola’s beams; a shaded, backless
bench tucked beside small trees and ferns, a bright green riot;
a friendly garden shed within a separate, sunlit space, for tools and rakes
to tend and mulch the plants. The yard there, rubbed down to earth--
by working men? or, by the owner-women, in slippers and peignoirs?
II.
Just next door, Elizabeth nursed her ailing mother. During years
of witnessing decline, did the garden’s birdsong and promise
bring, with every glimpse, a released breath?
When Elizabeth’s turn for help arrived, did Edith offer care? We only
speculate, the women having burned their personal papers. The full account
is lost to us, a stony pact within their legacy, their era guarding privacy.
III.
We have been told of Edith’s way, when aging and alone: she gazed at
the garden from her kitchen-window seat … perhaps, at the hollyhock,
stalk of creamy bells—in Edith’s room of memory, a taller, more precious bloom.
Ada Molinoff
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aBeacon
A coral rose stationed
ten inches above the soil
beckoned to me
through leaves of cobalt,
viridian and chrome green
gathered my gaze past paving bricks
and sweet alyssum and purple veronica.
All else in shadow. When I sold our house thirteen years ago and vacuumed the living room carpet for the last time, I found a small red Lego against the baseboard and picked it up, knowing my future self would need that piece of the past, viewing the scene as if through water, as if through mist, as if on the screen of another mother’s film.
August with no rain only feathers
scrub jay, junco, chickadee, crow.
All hushed with historic heat.
Three spent leaves of yellow-brown
looked on as I painted that rose,
that beacon in times of doubt
tints of quinachridone and vermilion,
red-orange radiant in the garden.
“I’m glad I have a mother like you,” Elliot said yesterday from his swivel stool in the kitchen. I took a moment to think. “Thank you. I work at it.” “I know,” he said. I added, “And I haven’t always been like this.” “I know,” he said again. And his beacon blue-green eyes looked into mine. We have had our shares of darkness and anger, shadow and sorrow.
A white-crowned sparrow tilted its head
trilled its beacon song from the camellia tree
as water trebled behind a green lattice fence.
traffic shrilled and screamed on Mission Street
around the left side of the house. Then stillness.
ink snapdragons conversed with chickadees
dee dee dee as the three yellow leaves looked on
and the coral rose, poised and observant,
ignaled its beacon prayer.
C. Herron, 2017
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Gardening
The earth breathes
It inhales and exhales
I breathe with it
My fingers rake through the dirt
Around familiar plants
Mallow, sage, foxglove, lavender, hollyhock
My friends
The earth below my knees
Expands, contracts, rises up and sinks
Ever in movement
I float on its surface
Fingers raking its soil
Familiar movements
That nurture day lilies, phlox, Joe-Pye, asters
Franca Hernandez © 2016
A coral rose stationed
ten inches above the soil
beckoned to me
through leaves of cobalt,
viridian and chrome green
gathered my gaze past paving bricks
and sweet alyssum and purple veronica.
All else in shadow. When I sold our house thirteen years ago and vacuumed the living room carpet for the last time, I found a small red Lego against the baseboard and picked it up, knowing my future self would need that piece of the past, viewing the scene as if through water, as if through mist, as if on the screen of another mother’s film.
August with no rain only feathers
scrub jay, junco, chickadee, crow.
All hushed with historic heat.
Three spent leaves of yellow-brown
looked on as I painted that rose,
that beacon in times of doubt
tints of quinachridone and vermilion,
red-orange radiant in the garden.
“I’m glad I have a mother like you,” Elliot said yesterday from his swivel stool in the kitchen. I took a moment to think. “Thank you. I work at it.” “I know,” he said. I added, “And I haven’t always been like this.” “I know,” he said again. And his beacon blue-green eyes looked into mine. We have had our shares of darkness and anger, shadow and sorrow.
A white-crowned sparrow tilted its head
trilled its beacon song from the camellia tree
as water trebled behind a green lattice fence.
traffic shrilled and screamed on Mission Street
around the left side of the house. Then stillness.
ink snapdragons conversed with chickadees
dee dee dee as the three yellow leaves looked on
and the coral rose, poised and observant,
ignaled its beacon prayer.
C. Herron, 2017
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Gardening
The earth breathes
It inhales and exhales
I breathe with it
My fingers rake through the dirt
Around familiar plants
Mallow, sage, foxglove, lavender, hollyhock
My friends
The earth below my knees
Expands, contracts, rises up and sinks
Ever in movement
I float on its surface
Fingers raking its soil
Familiar movements
That nurture day lilies, phlox, Joe-Pye, asters
Franca Hernandez © 2016