Catherine Till Sansone
When You Wish Upon a Starr
Entry Two “Trail Blazing”
I knew next to nothing about the execution required to curate an exhibit. Maybe I was hoping to be given a magic wand, and I could just “poof” the items here, have them arranged, sorted, inventoried, researched, and hung onto the gallery walls but the reality meant traveling to Wilsondale, West Virginia, and Buffalo, New York. It was important to affirm the relationship I developed with Gail Fleming Browning, Starr’s sister, over the last two years, through telephone conversations, texts, and emails. I had also begun to build a relationship with David Mueller, a “super fan” of Starr’s, and who had a close, warm, and personal relationship with her. Mueller amassed an enormous collection of Starr’s photographs, personal correspondences, memorabilia, and clothing. He was, understandably, nervous about handing over his beloved collection, so the purpose of both trips was twofold: first, to retrieve her personal effects, but second, and most central, was to formally meet Starr’s family, and Mr. Mueller, to strengthen the connections I had established.
Travel tip: start planning months ahead of time and get help, ask questions, lots of them. Find a travel buddy, that is important for your mental well-being and it’s more fun! I was fortunate that my good friend from high school, Sue, agreed to accompany me on these treks. I don’t think I could have completed my missions without her. Travel planning takes much execution, hotel and car rental reservations, and in my case, traveling with a disabled, slightly overweight chihuahua. I learned a lot from the first trip which greatly enhanced the second leg of the journey.
The first trip was to Wilsondale, and try as I might, I could not avoid highways. I loathe them! Miles and miles of drive-by cities, towns, gas, and food signs. In this case, slicing through the Appalachian Mountains, about five days before the leaves had peaked in October, made the journey much more enjoyable. I did not think it would be necessary to research food in Wilsondale. I assumed there would be enough chain restaurants to find food to choose from. Nope! The town closed by 8:00 p.m., on Friday! We dined on wine, potato chips, and peanuts. Stella, my dog enjoyed gourmet dog food. Trave tip two; find out when the town rolls up, that way you can stop somewhere for dinner, or buy better snacks.
The next day we easily found our way to Gail Browning’s house, located alongside a narrow, two-lane road. On one side, a shear mountain cliff, and on the other, a plunge down a ravine into the river, or creek. We settled in, chatted, and I got to see the entries into the family bible. Gail directed me to five containers in the corner of the dining room. These held all they had left of Starr’s possessions, and I was granted access to them. At this point, I had been researching Starr for almost two years, and to say it was surreal is an understatement. To touch these items, some very personal, made me a little uneasy. It was a weird emotion that I couldn’t articulate but I felt a sense of protective reverence for these items. After choosing what to take back, the car was loaded up. It was a hot and humid Indian summer kind of day, but I had one more stop. Starr’s final resting place, which is located on the top of the “hill,” in Gail’s words, is in the family plot on the property. Even carrying Stella, and thinking I may have a heart attack, it was worth the climb! Her tombstone is beautiful, and it was again, an unexpected emotional experience. After sharing a meal at the local gas station/grocery store/restaurant, with the best-fried chicken, we said our goodbyes and that we would see each other at the exhibit reception. It was an amazing trip, in a lot of ways
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Next, I needed to travel to Buffalo, in February!!! Oh God, what fresh hell awaits but this trip was very cool—perfect weather, the route sliced through small quaint towns, with interesting architecture. Sue was my fun fact researcher, so we could absorb the history along our route. This was a shorter jaunt, six hours, so we could take our time. We found out that no one knows how Buffalo got its name! We stayed in Williamsville, right outside the city, with no unkindness to Wilsondale, which closes shop at 8 pm, this quaint town had several restaurants, pizzerias, bakeries, and little local specialty stores, open past 10 pm. It also had a beautiful park with a mini waterfall, within walking distance of our hotel.
The next day I met a nervous David Mueller in the lobby of the hotel, I gave him a big hug and both our anxieties went away. David unloaded his car, four large plastic containers, four smaller ones, a couple of boxes for the magazines, several loose messenger tubes, and two large flat boxes, up to the room. We chatted and ate pastries, and David showed me everything in his collection, with many backstories. The afternoon was fun and interesting, and we agreed to meet later for dinner. Like my trip to Wilsondale, this trip, meeting David, and later enjoying a nice dinner with him and his longtime partner Tony, was a key purpose of my trip. I felt connected to each of them, and I felt a greater sense of responsibility to tell Starr’s story both visually and through the written narrative. Hearing David’s recollections of Starr through their friendship, and seeing where Starr lived as a child, the family’s burial plot, and sitting on the floor of her sister’s dining room, going through her final items and possessions, are priceless, indelible memories I will cherish forever.
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