Built to Last
California is unrelentingly young. We have no Anasazi ruins, no medieval castles, no Renaissance cathedrals. But we love our historic treasures all the same. Pasadena is known for her Arts and Crafts bungalows. And the queen of those bungalows is the Gamble House, built in 1907-1908.
This old house, built of wood, copper, and heart, art glass and ingenuity, is fiercely protected. A docent leads our tour, reminding us not to tread on the edges of the original rugs. She lovingly illuminates the details with a tiny flashlight: the tile facing the dining room fireplace was designed to match a beloved Tiffany bowl, still at rest on the table.
Mrs. Gamble brought that bowl with her to California, the docent tells us. We see this throughout the house, a decorative detail from pottery reflected back in carved paneling, in fireplace surrounds, in writing desks.
It stuns me, the prospect of capturing details from a decorative bowl, breathing longevity into the design, fettering it in tile, wood, stone. I suppose Mrs. Gamble’s children were not in the habit of careening about the house, breaking their mother’s Rookwood vases–the ones whose motif were copied in the semiprecious stone inlay decorating the bedroom furniture.
Or maybe, the echo of those motifs, copied from fragile bowl and vase into durable tile and wood, stone and metal, sounded the intention to preserve their beauty beyond the lifespan of an earthen vessel.
Everywhere, this house holds expectations of permanence. You see it even–especially–in the construction. The craftsmanship on display is phenomenal.
We return the next morning, before the building opens. The docent told us the day before: The door faces east. Imagine that art glass, bathed in morning light, filling this entry hall with color.
Image bearers, we are. I think of God breathing life, breathing a soul, into Adam. I imagine workers, breathing warm on chill fingers. I picture children, huffing up the stairs after a day at school. I see Mrs. Gamble, drawing inspiration (breath, yes?) from a pottery bowl.
I stand before the glowing doors of Gamble House, and I breathe.
And the Lord God formed man of the dust of the ground, and breathed into his nostrils the breath of life; and man became a living soul.
Genesis 2:7 (KJV)
I’m linking with Jennifer Lee today for God-Bumps and God-Incidences.
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