The statues always felt out of place. I never really understood why my grandfather, Sidney Friedfertig, loved Frederic Remington’s work so much. While my grandfather was fond of all things Western, Remington’s pieces just struck me as harsh and ugly. I didn’t like them. What were they doing in my grandparents’ Westchester, NY, apartment, alongside my artist grandmother’s brightly colored oil paintings?
Though my grandfather passed away nearly 15 years ago, until recently I still hadn’t taken a shine to Remington. It was odd because, really, I thought he would have grown on me for sentimental reasons.
As of this past Saturday, that all changed. I was exploring Ogdensburg, NY, (and the surrounding area) and visited the Frederic Remington Art Museum. I expected to dash through it, uncaring and unchanged toward the artist. But on first glance at the original of one of my grandfather’s beloved copies, I was hooked. Remington came alive for me and I felt a new appreciation for my grandfather’s great passion for the artist. With Remington’s sketches and paintings as the backdrop, I finally saw all the life in his statues. I loved that the artist’s mission, to showcase the West for people who lived in the East, had brought such joy to my grandfather.
The museum helped build another tie between me and my grandfather’s memory. For that, I will always be grateful. And, once again, I learned that you never really know what you’ll discover when you travel.