Add this to the list of local curiosities not even locals know about. The Devil-ish Little Things Museum is the private collection of Marion Held, a former Hollywood renaissance woman, who has in some way or another made some of your favorite films enjoyable. Her eye for the unusual and macabre is showcased in a refurbished Church in Vancouver Washington, right off the I-5 should you ever find yourself on a road-trip up the west coast.
You enter not quite knowing what to expect. And even knowing what to expect won’t prepare you for what’s inside. You leave assured that whatever you thought you collected is nothing in comparison. Think you collect vintage brooches, pyrex, maybe you have some nice old movie posters? Nope. This is a collection. The rest of us are minimalists.
She has statues and figures galore, jewelry, books, lamps, entire sets of dishes, matchboxes, bottles, vases, and my personal favorite is a little compact puff with a devil head as the handle. Because of course.
I’m sharing the tiniest fraction of what there is to see, and to top it off, she only collects male devils.
“You have to draw the line somewhere”
So yes, after you let it sink in that all this devil treasure exists out there, know that there’s even more to see. Perhaps you could collect she-devils and live in your own little she-devil museum. Paint the walls pink, it’ll be glorious.
The museum is private and available through reservation only. You can see more details here and plan your own Devil-ish little visit.
On Memorial day there’s a sort of secret place to explore that most locals don’t even know about. Wilhelm’s Memorial Mausoleum has been operating for over a century, and one day a year they invite the public to explore their expansive grounds and pay respect to those who came before, and admire their final resting place. I learned about this place through a friend the year before, and marked my calendar for 365 days in the future, as I just couldn’t miss this opportunity. She told me there are various rooms corresponding with eras, but nothing could really prepare for just how many room there are. Eight floors built into the side of the hill, you would never guess there’s such a thing if you passed the more or less unassuming building above ground.
First of all, she suggested starting backwards in time, and while I didn’t get the chance to do that, I’d agree. Don’t even step into the chapel area, there’s a preview of the older urns and decor, start from contemporary and watch the modern aesthetic flow into the flowery opulence of the Victorian era. Ask an employee, they’ll be happy to point you in the right direction.
I was with family so we took a tour, which starts in the chapel and goes down into the Victorian rooms. I would also recommend going backwards in time because going straight into the Victorian is a lot to handle! Ten minutes into the tour I got lost. Like literally lost in a mausoleum, I strayed a little too long, and bam, not a living soul in sight. So I wandered for the better part of two hours, just me and my camera, and took in the vast expanse of sights rarely seen. There are eight floors, and as much time as I spent, I didn’t even see it all. The views in and out (wetlands and oaks park in the distance) are mesmerizing, and there are so many twists and turns, it’s not like a straight building in a hill, with staircases vertically aligned, it’s a maze of sorts, I would enter a room and end up on the complete opposite end of the property as I’d imagined. So definitely not recommended for little ones that like to wander off.
These photos are part 1 with more coming soon, and feature the older areas of the mausoleum, and be sure to mark your calendars! It’s not to be missed.
This summer while visiting my dad in Alaska we were walking along the Knik river (or the Matanuska, I can’t remember exactly), and he says “want to see the car graveyard?”
Why yes. Yes I do.
So we walk along the winding river, around some bends and through thick brush and tall tangled grass, not a trail in sight. And there, holding up the embankment as far as I could see, were vintage cars so tangled and rusted, it’s almost impossible to see that they were once separate objects. The curves and lines were unmistakable of 1940’s and 50’s automobiles, and some cautious climbing and a closer look revealed details still attractive even covered in vines (or maybe more so?).
This was a common practice before environmental awareness swept the population, though the cars were gutted before being deposited. This particular set was held by steel cable, though some were scattered around and engulfed in earth. Often seen in rural communities where residents would fix the erosion issue themselves, rather than wait for an official solution that may resolve too late.
I look forward to next September’s Vogue editorial featuring Karen Elson balancing on this pile of mangled cars in Alexander McQueen.
On a recent trip to Austin I got to wander the state capitol building and it was absolutely stunning. Every detail accounted for, just how I like it.