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DESIGNING S USTAIN
AB
BIRKHÄUSER
BASEL
LE CITIES
MANAGEABLE
APPROACHES TO MAKE
URBAN SPACES BETTER
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I N C LU S I V E D E S I G N I N C O N T E M P O R A RY D E T R O I T
Paul Draus
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U R B A N OA S E S . C A N C I T I E S O F T H E F U T U R E
F U N C T I O N L I K E FO R E STS ?
Breathe Earth Collective
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I N T E R I O R A R C H I T EC T U R E I N S U STA I N A B L E C I T I E S
Burçin Cem Arabacıoğlu
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T H E P OT E N T I A L O F A LT E R N AT I V E A R C H I T EC T U R E
FO R A N EC O LO G I C A L LY D R I V E N A N D S O C I A L LY
E N G A G E D I STA N B U L
Ayşen Ciravoğlu
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S U STA I N A B L E I STA N B U L :
ST U D I E S FO R A N U R B A N D E S I G N G U I D E ;
PA RT I C I PAT I O N — P O L I C Y— S C O P E
Çiğdem Polatoğlu
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M E X I C O C I T Y:
N E W C O L L EC T I V E A P P R OAC H E S TO F I X A B R O K E N C I T Y
Paulina Cornejo Moreno Valle
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D E S I G N FO R S U STA I N A B I L I T Y:
Q U E ST I O N I N G O U R M AT E R I A L C U LT U R E
Sylwia Ulicka
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BIOGRAPHIES
Designing
the World for
the Better
Designing the World for the Better. Sigrid Bürstmayr, Karl Stocker 9
A WORLD IN TRANSITION
Our world is in the middle of an unprecedented period of change.
Of course in the post-industrial consumer societies, materialism is still
very popular. However, for several years now there have been clear
indications of a shift in values among certain segments of the popula-
tion. Above all, young people are aware of the negative impacts of our
current economic model, and are discussing new approaches to the
world: they are critical of the inequality which exists between the 1st, 2nd
and 3rd world, they demand action against the increasing destruction of
our environment, and they get involved with social initiatives as well as
work to improve the world in their local areas.
Already in the year 2000 Paul H. Ray and Sherry R. Anderson
described the so-called LOHAS group of people (cf. RAY / ANDERSON
2000). LOHAS people value a lifestyle of health and sustainability, and
are some of the consumers of organic and fair trade products. Other
recent movements which are based on a fundamental change in values
are DIY, Slow Food, Vegetarianism, Veganism and Pescetarianism. Zero
Waste, plastic free, minimalism, micro housing and social engagement
are all buzzwords which characterize this new way of thinking.
In addition, concepts such as eco-friendly, biodegradable or products
made out of trash, as well as packaging-free shops, etc., demonstrate
the enormous spectrum these movements have now achieved.
According to Manzini, we will in any case still live between two
worlds for some time: “So today, we must expect to be living this turbu-
lence for a long time, in a double world where two realities live together in
conflict: the old ‘limitless’ world that does not acknowledge the planet’s
limits, and another that recognizes these limits and experiments with
ways of transforming them into opportunities.” (MANZINI 2015, 2f.)
Manzini continues as follows: “Now these worlds look very dif
ferent. The first is the dominant world, still the reference for many, that
shapes the main economic and institutional structures and that draws
from its history of success the conviction that its continuity in time is
inevitable. The second, on the other hand, looks like a group of islands
where people think and act in ways that are different. What the future of
this archipelago of new microworlds will be like is as yet too early to tell.
It may stay the same for a long time, or it may disappear, submerged by
the sea of other unsustainable ways of being and doing these things. Or
it may reveal itself to be the already visible part of a submerged conti-
nent: the new continent of sustainable civilization that will emerge from
the transition.” (MANZINI 2015, 2f.)
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WHAT DESIGN CAN DO …
However, what does this have to do with design? Nowadays the
profession “designer” means a lot more than it meant 30, 20, or even
10 years ago, and includes a wide range of approaches, accesses and
definitions. While designers used to simply create products or carry out
graphic tasks, they have now become design strategists who are able to
find creative solutions to the most diverse societal and ecological prob-
lems thanks to their different skills and interdisciplinary approach.
D E S I G N E R S H AV E TO B E R E S E A R C H E R S
D E S I G N E R S H AV E TO B E T E A M P L AY E R S
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D E S I G N E R S H AV E TO B E STO RY T E L L E R S
D E S I G N E R S H AV E TO B E V I S UA L C O M M U N I C ATO R S
D E S I G N E R S H AV E TO B E S O C I O - D E S I G N E R S
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D E S I G N E R S H AV E TO B E S U STA I N A B L E D E S I G N E R S
Designing the World for the Better. Sigrid Bürstmayr, Karl Stocker 13
The following are the guiding principles for
sustainable design established by Shashank Metha
(cf. METHA 2013, 343f.):
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THE FUTURE IS NOW:
EXAMPLES OF WHERE
DESIGN CAN MAKE A
DIFFERENCE, MODELS
OF THE FUTURE
Downcycling
D E A L I N G W I T H R E S O U R C E S A N D WA ST E
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TA K E M AT E R I A L O U T O F T H E C I T Y I N ST E A D O F
G E T T I N G I T F R O M N AT U R E
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C I R C U L A R D E S I G N I N ST E A D O F L I N E A R D E S I G N
LINEAR ECONOMY
PRODUCE USE WASTE
100 %
BIOLOGICAL/
CIRCULAR ECONOMY
PRODUCE TECHNOLOGICAL USE
CYCLE
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Design Guide puts it so well—with the following: “A radical, restorative,
regenerative approach to business” (CIRCULAR DESIGN GUIDE 2019).
F E W E R B U T B E T T E R P R O D U C TS
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solution by starting with the question of the need. Furthermore, it is
about questioning the target. Maybe the solution is not a product,
maybe it would be better to provide a new service, or even not act at
all (cf. SOMMER / WELZER 2014, 114ff.). In any case, the meaningful-
ness of the product, design or purchase must be questioned, in addition
to being aware of its impact on the environment and society (cf. DESIGN
AUSTRIA 2019, 4f.).
“Transformationsdesign setzt nicht bei Produkten an, sondern
bei der kulturellen Produktion und Reproduktion”. (SOMMER /
WELZER 2014, 115)
The pre-consumer recycling method also uses a similar approach.
This includes testing the market relevance of a product during the
development phase. In the event of a negative assessment the product
development phase is ended, and no valuable raw materials are
wasted (cf. BARBERO / COZZO / TAMBORRINI 2012, 26ff.).
During the last London marathon in 2019, for instance, there
was a reduction of 200,000 plastic water bottles due to a startup idea
of providing water in edible packaging (cf. OHOO 2019).
FOCUSING CITIES
It is no coincidence that the case studies of the present publication
are focused on cities. “The urban population is predicted to increase from
3.9 billion today, to nearly 7 billion by 2050, which means our cities are
projected to almost double.” (IMAGINE 2018). By that year about 70 % of
the world’s people will live in cities, which will lead to a lot of megacities
(cf. SACHS 2018).
So, how can we deal with this? According to the Danish urban
planner Jan Gehl, we should create small-scale neighborhoods. This
redesign will provide car-free public spaces which can be used as meeting
points for relaxing and doing sports, and will transform streets into
important areas for social interaction (cf. SACHS 2018).
Or should we listen to Joseph Beuys? In 1982 the German artist
Joseph Beuys was involved with the topic of changing cities, and the
idea that every single person has an impact on their society. He com-
pleted a project for the Documenta 7 in Kassel which was called “7.000
Eichen – Stadtverwaldung statt Stadtverwaltung” (7,000 Oak Trees—
City Forestation instead of City Administration) (cf. SACHS 2018).
There are a lot of new challenges for the design industry, as well
as for design education (cf. THORPE 2007). In light of this, perhaps we
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need to get a better grasp of sustainability design for cities: “We need to lead
the way in redefining what urban life can mean. We need to expand the tool set,
invent new models, increase our technological abilities, provide case studies
and proofs-of-concepts, and ultimately, show positive evidence that bright
green urbanism works so that these emerging cities can adopt it as they grow.
The urban future demands trailblazers.” (WORLD CHANGING 2000, 24f.)
Ultimately it is clear that green cities are economically competitive, as
well as more innovative, healthier, and safer for their inhabitants. They are
also more resistant to climate change (cf. WORLD CHANGING 2000, 24f.).
“We won’t just live more virtuously in a bright green city, we’ll live
better.” (WORLD CHANGING 2000, 24f.)
In conclusion, an important aspect needs to be mentioned here.
As Richard Florida writes in his new publication The New Urban Crisis, the
ever widening gap between rich and poor represents a serious problem in
terms of the evolution of cities. Florida states in O-Ton: “The only way to
build prosperous cities is to invest in people and empower communities”
(cf. FLORIDA 2017, 185ff).
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design sectors account for a significant share of the resources
used. Despite the large number of certification systems related
to sustainability in interior design, their realization is still severely
lacking because they are too complex. Arabacıoğlu exemplifies his
approach through the presentation of recent projects in Istanbul
which have a sustainable perspective.
In her article “The Potential of Alternative Architecture for an
Ecologically Driven and Socially Engaged Istanbul”, Ayşen Ciravoğlu,
a professor at the Yildiz Technical University in Istanbul, Turkey,
demonstrates the potentials and problems of ecological and social
sustainability within the 16-million-person megapolis of Istanbul. A
great emphasis is now being placed on the social and environmental
aspects of architectural construction, demolition and disposal.
Ciravoğlu shows how this city has reached its limits in terms of the
environment and nature, but she ends optimistically by giving some
examples of how new architectural thinking can improve the situation.
In her article “Sustainable Istanbul: Studies for an Urban Design
Guide; Participation—Policy—Scope”, Çiğdem Polatoğlu, a professor at
the Yildiz Technical University in Istanbul, Turkey, describes the ideas
and desired impacts of the “Istanbul Urban Design Guide”. With its
vision of a “Sustainable Istanbul”, the “Istanbul Urban Design Guide”
aims to evaluate the current situation in the city, control its physical
development, and establish and improve the future in a healthy way
within the next 20 years.
The article “Mexico City: New Collective Approaches to Fix
a Broken City” was written by Paulina Cornejo Moreno Valle, the
coordinator of the Social Design study program at the Centro de
Diseño, Cine y Televisión in Mexico City, Mexico. Her article begins
by focusing on the various and contradictory transformations of
Mexico City during the past decades, and continues by describing
recent changes to public spaces, social housing, public transport,
and the water supply. In conclusion she provides examples of new
ways of understanding reality.
In her article “Design for Sustainability: Questioning our Material
Culture”, Sylwia Ulicka, an international design researcher in Puebla,
Mexico, explains that the desire to achieve sustainable development
provides both the road map for the development of humanity, and the
focal point of all global efforts. Ulicka describes the outcome of her col-
laboration with Mexican design students, in which she created “objects
of discomfort” in order to provoke an intense discussion between the
students. This discussion then led to some new points of view regarding
Mexico’s social and environmental problems.
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F U T U R E P R O S P EC TS
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Inclusive Design
in Contemporary
Detroit
24 Paul Draus
This article looks at contemporary Detroit, Michigan (USA), at a
time when the city seems to be on the verge of a wholesale reinvention.
I consider how the trauma of the city’s past is layered into both bodies
and environments, partly as a product of Detroit’s design history;
as well as how local neighborhood ecology reflects the necessities
of survival and adaptation to these environments; and how future-
oriented inclusive design processes may be confounded by this history
of division, and the segmented landscape and wounded population it
has produced. The model of inclusive design, recently adopted by the
Detroit Design Core as a central piece of its City of Design Action Plan,
represents an important step in this direction. I contend that truly sus-
tainable design must be conscious of the burden of trauma, cognizant
of the local ecology, and welcome these dynamics of conflict and
complexity into its processes and products. I briefly examine tensions
between inclusion, sustainability and design through the lens of two
place-based projects in contemporary Detroit; one located in a rapidly
gentrifying area, the other in a heavily industrialized region of the city.
One project seeks to honor the legacy of the 1932 Hunger March, a
seminal but nearly forgotten event in the city’s labor history, while the
other seeks to demonstrate the potential of upcycling and green energy
to generate more inclusive local economies. Finally, I contend that the
goal of sustainable and inclusive design may find its true test in the
proposed development of the Joe Louis Greenway in Detroit.
INTRODUCTION
directly on this question. Two other key issues facing the city are the
provision of green public spaces, and the preservation of the wealth of
spontaneous nature that Detroit’s history of trauma and division has
paradoxically produced.
In the pages that follow, I approach the field of design from the
perspective of a sociologist engaged with urban issues of poverty, race,
inequality, substance abuse, crime and incarceration. I then discuss two
examples of design projects in Detroit with which I am directly involved,
that illustrate some of the tensions between inclusion and sustainability
that reflect the city’s traumatized past, and its hopeful but uncertain
future. Finally, I consider how Detroit’s current revitalization and
stated commitment to inclusive design could make the city a model
of sustainability in both social and environmental terms—although
this is far from guaranteed. One development project, the Joe Louis
Greenway, promises to link all of these issues, but much depends on
the design and implementation.
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sheer level of physical destruction and abandonment, making Detroit
visually similar to a disaster or war zone; and second, the abundance of
green space and growing things. On one of our first forays to the East
Side I commented on this vegetative vitality, to a man who we randomly
met on one of the streets located just off the Detroit River. He laughed
and said, “Yes, Detroit has always been a green city.” His laughter was
heartfelt and generous, and it was an early indication of another dimen-
sion of Detroit: its resilient, uplifting and inclusive humanity.
As I immersed myself in both the literature and lived reality
of structural inequality, I also tired of its dreary conclusions. Vicious
cycles abounded and fed each other. It was a very old story, and Detroit
provided abundant evidence of how the winners made more money,
while the losers lost what little they had left. In 2009 I published my
first paper focused on Detroit. It was (I thought) an ambitious think
piece entitled, “Substance abuse and slow-motion disasters: the case
of Detroit”. It laid out a historical-theoretical case for how Detroit got
to where it was in the early 2000s, and what role substance abuse
epidemics played in that evolution. In the summer of 2012 I presented
on a panel of researchers at the American Sociological Association
annual meetings in Denver, Colorado, which were focused on the topic
of “Communities in Disaster.” My contribution was a paper-in-progress
with the ambitious title, “We Don’t Have No Neighborhood: Advanced
Marginality and the Utopian Future of Postindustrial Detroit”. This
paper was based on my own early ethnographic research, carried out in
one stubbornly persistent but struggling Detroit community.
Two of the other presenters focused on New Orleans in the
wake of Hurricane Katrina; another looked at post-civil war Sarajevo.
The discussant, a disaster researcher from Colorado State University,
identified several themes which were present in all of the papers: a
movement from an event-centric to an effects-centric perspective
on disasters; the idea that disasters may be viewed as opportunities
for transformation, but also that they might be used to entrench old
inequalities and produce new ones. She concluded by saying that there
was a theme missing that she wanted to see, and that was the theme
of possibility: she wanted to see “glimmers of hope”. My own paper had
started with the idea of hope, expressed through Arcadian dreams of a
flowering post-industrial Detroit, but had then run aground, as socio-
logical research often does, on the reality of peoples’ daily lives, which
were mostly hard and grim day-to-day survival stories.
Through my engagement with various projects across the city,
from urban agriculture and green energy on the East Side, to neighbor
hood and green space development efforts on the West and Southwest
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CITIES AND THE DREAM OF DESIGN:
A B R I E F I D I O SY N C R AT I C OV E R V I E W
D E T R O I T ’ S D E S I G N ( E D) P R O B L E M
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Socially, redeveloping the postindustrial districts in ways that
nurture creative contributions from all citizens can have the potential to
reverse embedded cultural and educational inequalities, while at the same
time providing environments for better economic production...postindus-
trial can be a convergence and a synergy of the innovation economy with
the natural and humanmade resources of the existing built environment.
(KAPP AND ARMSTRONG 2012, Xf.)
One might read this statement a little more closely and ask
the reasonable question: “How did these inequalities become embed-
ded?” However, this requires recognizing the role of design in doing so.
As stated by David Maraniss (cf. MARANISS 2015) in his book about
Detroit in the 1960s, “Detroit was being threatened by its own design
and metal and fuel and movement, and also by the American dilemma
of race” (MARANISS 2015, 92f.). Maraniss’ comment, and the rest of
his narrative, points to a conclusion which others have shared—Detroit
built its decline into the design of the city, perhaps unwittingly but
nonetheless deliberately, with racism as a major influence, even if it
wasn’t the sole driving force.
As chronicled in Alabaster Cities (cf. SHORT 2006), central cities
and the urban fabric which composed them were deliberate targets of
design, planning and public policy throughout the second half of the
20th century. Focusing on Detroit, Short writes:
The postwar master plan for the city, devised before the federal
legislation, was for the destruction of low-income ‘blighted’ housing
and the construction of middle-class housing. Slum clearance, it was
hoped, would revitalize the urban core and hence increase the tax-
revenue base. The 1949 Housing Act gave federal assistance to these
plans. The bulldozer and the wrecking ball were used to knock down
densely populated black neighborhoods. During one of the six schemes,
the Gratiot redevelopment site on the city’s Lower East Side, 129 acres
of land were condemned, and almost 2,000 families were evicted. The
initial plans called for 3,600 units of public housing on the site, but by
1958 no housing was built… The end result was the ‘confinement of
blacks to densely packed, run-down and overpriced housing’
(SHORT 2006, 23f.).
Across the urban United States neighborhoods designated as
“slums”, regardless of their social cohesion or housing stock, were
targeted for such wholesale redevelopment, which in turn entailed
wholesale destruction of community infrastructure both physical and
social. Highway construction took a similar path and in Short’s words,
“exacerbated urban clearance” (SHORT 2006, 26f.). The federal govern-
ment subsidized the process to the tune of billions of dollars per year.
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design as a mechanism to not only celebrate the past, but position the
city for the future. This also meant confronting the social and economic
challenges which the city faced, as well as adopting an inclusive ethic.
Throughout five months in 2017, DC3 engaged in outreach to
more than five hundred Detroiters in order to identify a set of three
values which would “foster inclusive growth”: 1) diverse experiences;
2) collaborative relationships; and 3) accessible opportunities. In 2018,
under the new, less cumbersome title “Design Core Detroit”, the group
FIGURE 2 released an Action Plan (cf. DETROIT DESIGN CORE 2018). In addi-
tion, they began to implement their strategy for promoting inclusive
design, or “design for all,” by creating a network of Design Partners
throughout the city, and facilitating collaborative projects which cut
across multiple dimensions of design, from landscape architecture to
ornamental metalwork (FIGURE 2).
At a Design Core workshop held at the College for Creative
Studies (CCS) in Detroit in September 2018, designer Kat Holmes
described how “The spaces that we live in have design in them” and
mismatches between designers and users are “the building block of
exclusion.” Mismatch (cf. HOLMES 2018) is Holmes’ term for design
that neglects the very people it would seek to serve, excluding all users
who fall outside a narrowly defined norm, especially people of color,
people of differing physical sizes and ability, age, and so on. To guide
inclusive design, she proposes three basic principles:
O Recognize exclusion
O Learn from diversity
O Solve for one, extend to many
A G R E E N R E F U G E I N T H E H E A RT O F I N D U ST RY:
T H E FO RT ST R E E T B R I D G E PA R K
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no settlement, no city, no industry, and likely no art. The contemporary
idea of “ecosystem services”, used as a means to assign economic value
to all the services that natural systems provide, might also be seen as a
form of invisible labor. Likewise, the work of women, the maintenance
of households, the establishment of communities with their sustaining
relationships of fellowship and spirituality, all served to maintain human
life and return people to the factories every day. If our small property on
the Rouge River could honor that history of struggle, celebrate human
FIGURE 3 and natural resilience, and provide respite and reflection in this most
unlikely of places, it would fulfill its promise.
The park needed to bring these stories together in way that both
honored the past and looked forward to the future. The harms of the
past included the sacrifices of people and the environmental damage
inflicted, both of which contributed directly to the city’s industrial might
and the region’s prosperity, and needed to be acknowledged. However,
the park also had to look forward to a rebalancing and a restoration,
celebrating the resilience of labor and justice movements as well as the
natural systems that have persisted in spite of intense pressures. As
more partners came to the table including representatives of private
industry, environmental organizations and local residents, the vision
broadened to include a model installation of green infrastructure and
accessibility for bicyclists, pedestrians and boaters.
The core group, under the name of Fort-Rouge Gateway (FRoG)
Partnership, launched an official fundraising campaign for the p roject
in 2016 (FIGURE 3). The FRoG Partnership joined the Detroit Design
network in 2018, and the park’s landscape design earned awards and
recognition for its synthesis of environmental, cultural, and recreational
elements. In 2019, it was included as a key piece of a larger proposal,
ultimately funded by the Ralph Wilson Foundation, which would con-
nect bike trails and waterways in the city of Detroit, western Wayne
County and downriver communities, effectively linking the region
through greenways designed to enhance mobility and access to recre-
ational green space. The project has been featured in numerous local
and national publications including a feature article in Landscape
Architecture Magazine (cf. BARASH 2019). With support from the
Detroit-Windsor Bridge Authority, FRoG has commissioned a central
public sculpture that will unify the themes of labor, industry, ecology
and community that are present in the park design; a synthesis of the
city’s narrative of struggle with that of harmony (FIGURE 4).
On one level, this transformative, placemaking project clearly
illustrates the values of inclusive design. It was a product of intensive
FIGURE 4 collaboration; the design seeks to create new opportunities for local
P O W E R TO T H E P EO P L E :
THE PROMISE OF DETROIT WINDMILL
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These questions, and the interconnected themes of green
energy, upcycling and skilled trades development, became the heart of
Nielbock’s “CAN Art Wind Turbine Project”, later renamed the “Detroit
Windmill Project”. The son of a German mother and an African American
father, Nielbock spent the first twenty years of his life in Germany and
learned his metalworking trade from Catholic monks, who he calls “the
old guys, in the old days, with the old ways.” He was an enthusiastic
proponent of the UNESCO Cities of Design network and participated
in Design Month Graz in 2017. His windmill project, in partnership with
Eastern Market, received a matching grant from the Knight Foundation4
in late 2016. By the end of 2018, after months of fundraising to earn the
match and continued research and development, two windmills had
been installed in public locations within Detroit’s Eastern Market dis-
trict (FIGURE 5). One of the windmills, located next to large vendor sheds
on a high-traffic street, featured loudspeakers, WiFi and Bluetooth™
capability, and plugs for electronic devices. The other, located in the
middle of an urban farm, was designed to simply produce off-grid power
for localized use (FIGURE 6).
At a community engagement session conducted in February 2019,
representatives of communities and organizations from across Detroit
shared ideas for potential uses of the windmills in their own neigh-
borhoods or institutions. The opportunities included: to power homes
using old car batteries charged by the windmill; to provide power for
event infrastructure such as air compressors for bouncy houses, pop-
corn machines, and loudspeakers; and to provide power for localized
security and wireless communications systems. The representatives
also discussed how to make the devices more inclusive and accessible.
Methods proposed included conducting windmill workshops throughout
the city; creating cost-sharing options for communities; and developing
a windmill-based skilled trades curriculum and certificate that could be
transferred to other job opportunities.
This project represents another fusion of the values of sustain-
ability and inclusion. Although the windmill project holds much promise,
it remains plagued by issues that also affect other new entrants into the
Detroit design space. As a small, family-run firm without a professional
FIGURE 5 & 6
staff trained in nonprofit project management, CAN Art Handworks
sometimes struggles to meet the criteria of funders while also managing
a project from concept to implementation. Though the Knight Foundation
matching grant was a big boost, raising the money for the match was
also a major burden. The trials and errors of research and development,
especially for the electrical system and electronic components that the
4
Please see: https://knightfoundation.org/
grants/7815 design demanded, contributed to time delays and additional costs. Even
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Urban Oases.
Can Cities of the
Future Function
like Forests?
For many decades our society has thrived in the relatively stable
climatic conditions of the Holocene. Only in recent years has our impact
extended to and beyond every part of this planet. The so-called Anthro-
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system escapes the reach and influence of human activity1. The human
being has become one of the most significant factors influencing the
biological and atmospheric processes on Earth, and has changed the
environment to such an extent that the planet’s future is at stake due to
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intensively affected by this trend. Due to the so-called urban heat
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average temperature in Austrian cities will rise by a further 2°C in the
future9. This development is already noticeable today. In 2018 there
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21 heat days10. An increase in heat days and a lack of night cooling
in urban structures represent an enormous health burden for all city
dwellers, but particularly affect the elderly, the chronically ill, children
and the socially weak. According to studies, in 2018 more people died
from the aftermath of heat in Austria than in road accidents11.
In the future the temperature in Vienna could rise to over 42°C
in a hot summer. This means that the effects of a warming climate
will be even more intense in very densely populated areas. As a result,
even more energy will be used in these areas in order to cool living
spaces to a tolerable level. However, this trend will ultimately only
accelerate the fatal cycle of climate change. During the hot summer
months buildings behave similarly to radiators, absorbing heat during
the day and radiating it during the night.
In these urban agglomerations the inhabitants are currently
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“What a horrid shame!” said Claire. And then they began to talk
about the organs and bands that used to come to their old home in
Bloomsbury.
“Do you remember the Italian woman in the yellow handkerchief on
Thursday mornings during French?” said Christopher.
“Yes,” said Betty, “and the monkey boy with the accordion on
Mondays.”
“And the Punch and Judy on Wednesday afternoons,” said Claire.
“And ‘Fresh wallflowers,’ ‘Nice wallflowers!’ at eleven o’clock every
day in spring,” said Christopher.
“And the band that always played ‘Poppies’ on Tuesday evenings at
bedtime,” said Claire.
“And the organ with the panorama on Friday mornings,” said Betty.
“And the best organ of all, that had one new tune every week, on
Saturdays,” said Christopher.
“It must be a great day for the organists when they have a new tune,”
said Claire.
“Yes,” said Betty; “but you have forgotten the funniest of all—the old
man with a wooden leg on Tuesday and Friday.”
“But he had only one tune,” said Christopher
“It was a very nice tune,” said Betty. “But why I liked him was
because he always nodded and smiled at me.”
“That was only his trick,” said Christopher. “They all do that if they
think you have a penny.”
“I don’t care,” said Betty stoutly; “he did it as if he meant it.”
That night, just after Claire had undressed, Christopher came in and
sat on her bed. “I’ve got an idea,” he said. “Let’s have a new notice-
board painted with
on it, and have it fixed on our railings. Then we shall get some music
again. I reckon that Mr. Randall’s son would make it just like the
other for about four shillings, and that’s what we’ve got.”
Mr. Randall’s son was the family carpenter, and he was called that
because his father had been the family carpenter before him for
many years. When his father, Mr. Randall, was alive, the son had no
name, but was always referred to as Mr. Randall’s son, and now that
the old man was dead he was still spoken of in that way, although he
was a man of fifty and had sons of his own. (But what they would be
called it makes my head ache to think.)
Mr. Randall’s son smiled when he was asked if he could and would
make a notice-board. “I will, Master Christopher,” he said; “but I’m
thinking you had better spend your money on something else. A nice
boat, now, for the Round Pond. Or a pair of stilts—I could make you
a pair of stilts in about an hour.” Poor Christopher looked wistful, and
then bravely said that he would rather have the notice-board. After
giving careful instructions as to the style of painting the words, he
impressed upon Mr. Randall’s son the importance of wrapping the
board very carefully in paper when he brought it back, because it
was a surprise.
“A surprise!” said Mr. Randall’s son with a great hearty laugh; “I
should think it will be a surprise to some of ’em. I’d like to be there to
see the copper’s face when he reads it.”
Mr. Randall’s son was not there to see the copper’s face; but the
copper—by which Mr. Randall’s son meant the policeman—did read
it in the company of about forty other persons, chiefly errand-boys
and cabmen, in front of the Morgans’ house on the morning after
Christopher had skilfully fixed it to the area railings; and having read
it he walked off quickly to the nearest police-station to take advice.
The result was that just as Mr. Morgan was leaving for the city the
policeman knocked at the door and asked to see him.
Mr. Morgan soon afterwards came from the study and showed the
policeman out, and then he sent for Christopher. After Christopher
had confessed, “My dear boy,” he said, “this won’t do at all. That
notice-board at the end of this street means either that the owners of
Westerham Gardens or a large number of the tenants wish the
neighbourhood to be free from street music. If we, who are new-
comers, set up notice-boards to a contrary effect, we are doing a
very rude and improper thing. I quite understand that you miss the
organs that we used to have, but the only way to get them back
would be to obtain the permission of every one in the Gardens; and
that, of course, is absurd.” With these words, which he afterwards
wished he had never used, Mr. Morgan hurried off to the nearest
Tube to make money in the city, which was how he spent his days.
Christopher carried the news to Claire, who at once said, “Then we
must go to every house to get leave.”
“Of course,” said Christopher. “How ripping!”
And they started immediately.
It would take too long to tell you how they got on at each house.
From some they were sent away; at others they met with sympathy.
Their words to the servant who opened the door were: “Please give
your mistress the compliments of No. 23, and ask if she really wants
street music to be prohibited.”
“Of course we don’t, my dears,” said an old lady at No. 14. “We
should love to have a nice pianoforte organ every now and then, or
even a band; but it would never do to say so. Every one is so select
about here. Why, in that house opposite lives the widow of a Lord
Mayor.”
Claire made a note of the number to tell Betty, who loved rank and
grandeur, and then they ascended the next steps, where they found
the most useful person of all, a gentleman who came down to see
them, smoking a pipe and wearing carpet slippers. “In reply to your
question,” he said, “I should welcome street music; but the matter
has nothing to do either with me or with you. It is all settled by the old
lady at the corner, the house to which the notice-board is fixed. It is
she who owns the property, and it is she who stops the organs. If
you want to do any good you must see her. Her name is Miss
Seaton, and as you will want a little cake and lemonade to give you
strength for the interview, you had better come in here for a
moment.” So saying he led them into the dining-room, which was
hung with coloured pictures of hunting and racing, and made them
very comfortable, and then sent them on with best wishes for good
luck.
Telling Claire to wait a moment, Christopher ran off to their own
house for the board, and returned quickly with it wrapped up under
his arm. He rang the bell of the corner house boldly, and then,
seeing a notice which ran, “Do not knock unless an answer is
required,” knocked boldly, too. It was opened by an elderly butler.
“Please tell Miss Seaton that Mr. and Miss Morgan from No. 23
would like to see her,” said Christopher.
“On what business?” asked the butler.
“On important business to Westerham Gardens,” said Christopher.
“Wait here a moment,” said the butler, and creaked slowly upstairs.
“Here” was the hall, and they sat on a polished mahogany form, with
a little wooden roller at each end, exactly opposite a stuffed dancing
bear with his arms hungry for umbrellas. Upstairs they heard a door
open and a muttered conversation, and then the door shut and the
butler creaked slowly down again.
“Will you come this way?” he said, and creaked slowly up once
more, followed by the children, who had great difficulty in finding the
steps at that pace, and showed them into a room in which was sitting
an old lady in a high-backed arm-chair near the fire. On the
hearthrug were five cats, and there was one in her lap and one on
the table. “Oh!” thought Claire, “if only Betty was here!” For Betty not
only loved rank and grandeur but adored cats.
“Well,” said the old lady, “what is it?”
“If you please,” said Christopher, “we have come about the notice-
board outside, which says, ‘Organs and street cries prohibited.’”
“Yes,” Claire broke in; “you see, we have just moved to No. 23, and
at our old home—in Bloomsbury, you know—there was such a lot of
music, and a Punch and Judy, and there’s none here, and we
wondered if it really meant it.”
“WE HAD IT MADE ON PURPOSE.”
“Because,” Christopher went on, “it seemed to us that this notice-
board”—and here he unwrapped the new one—“could just as easily
be put up as the one you have. We had it made on purpose.” And he
held it up before Miss Seaton’s astonished eyes.
“‘Organs and street cries invited!’” she exclaimed. “Why, I never
heard such a thing in my life. They drive me frantic.”
“Couldn’t you put cotton-wool in your ears?” Claire asked.
“Or ask them to move a little further on—nearer No. 23?” said
Christopher.
“But, my dear children,” said the old lady, “you really are very wilful. I
hope your father and mother don’t know what you are doing.”
“No,” said Christopher.
“Well, sit down, both of you,” said Miss Seaton, “and let us talk it
over.” So they sat down, and Claire took up one of the cats and
stroked it behind the ears, and Miss Seaton asked them a number of
questions.
After a while she rang the bell for the butler, who creaked in and out
and then in again with cake and a rather good syrup to mix with
water; and they gradually became quite friendly, not only with Miss
Seaton, but with each of the cats in turn.
“Are there any more?” Claire asked.
“No, only seven,” said Miss Seaton. “I never have more and I never
have fewer.”
“Do you give them all names?” said Claire.
“Of course,” said Miss Seaton. “That is partly why there are only
seven. I name them after the days of the week.”
“Oh!” thought Claire again, “if only Betty were here!”
“The black one there, with the white front, is Sunday,” Miss Seaton
continued. “That all black one is Monday—black Monday, you know.
The tortoiseshell is Friday. The sandy one is Saturday.”
“It was on Saturday,” said Christopher, “that the best organ of all
used to come, the one with a new tune every week.”
“The blue Persian is Wednesday,” said Miss Seaton, not taking any
notice of his remark. “The white Persian is Tuesday, and the grey
Iceland cat is Thursday. And now,” she added, “you must go home,
and I will think over your request and let you have the answer.”
That evening, just after the children had finished their supper, a ring
came at the door, followed, after it was opened, by scuffling feet and
a mysterious thud. Then the front door banged, and Annie the maid
came in to say that there was a heavy box in the hall, addressed to
Master and Miss Morgan. The children tore out, and found a large
case with, just as Annie had said, Christopher and Claire’s name
upon it. Christopher rushed off for a hammer and screw-driver, and
in a few minutes the case was opened. Inside was a note and a very
weighty square thing in brown paper. Christopher began to undo the
paper, while Claire read the note aloud:
“1, Westerham Gardens, W.
“Dear Miss and Master Morgan,
“I have been thinking about your request all the
afternoon, as I promised I would, and have been
compelled to decide against it in the interests not only of
the property but of several of my old tenants, whose
nerves cannot bear noise. But as I feel that your father,
when he made inquiries about your new house, was not
sufficiently informed as to the want of entertainment in the
neighbourhood, I wish to make it up in so far as I can to
you all for your disappointment, and therefore beg your
acceptance of a musical box which was a great pleasure
to me when I was much younger, and may, I trust, do
something to amuse you, although the tunes are, I fear,
not of the newest.
“Believe me yours sincerely,
“Victoria Seaton.”
“There, father,” said Christopher, “you see she wasn’t really cross at
all.”
“No,” said Mr. Morgan; “but, all the same, this must be the last of
such escapades.”
Then he opened the musical box, and they found from the piece of
paper inside the lid, written in violet ink in a thin, upright, rather curly
foreign hand, that it had twelve tunes. Mr. Morgan wound it up, and
they all stood round watching the great brass barrel, with the little
spikes on it, slowly revolve, while the teeth of the comb were caught
up one by one by the spikes to make the notes. There was also a
little drum and a peal of silver bells. Although old, it was in excellent
order, and very gentle and ripply in tone; and I wish I had been there
too, for it is a long time since I heard a musical box, every one now
having gramaphones with sore throats.
The first tune was “The Last Rose of Summer” and the second the
beautiful prison song from “Il Trovatore.” When it came to the
seventh the children looked at each other and smiled.
“Why,” said Betty, “that’s the tune the nice man with the wooden leg
on Tuesdays and Fridays always played.”
And what do you think it was? It was “Home, sweet Home.”
THE MISS BANNISTERS’
BROTHER
THE MISS BANNISTERS’
BROTHER
I
Christina’s father was as good as his word—the doll came, by post,
in a long wooden box, only three days after he had left for Paris. All
the best dolls come from Paris, but you have to call them “poupées”
there when you ask the young ladies in the shops for them.
Christina had been in the garden ever since she got up, waiting for
the postman—there was a little gap in the trees where you could see
him coming up the road—and she and Roy had run to meet him
across the hay-field directly they spied him in the distance. Running
across the hay-field was forbidden until after hay-making; but when a
doll is expected from Paris...!
Christina’s father was better than his word, for it was the most
beautiful doll ever made, with a whole wardrobe of clothes, too.
Also a tiny tortoiseshell comb and a powder puff. Also an extra pair
of bronzed boots. Her eyes opened and shut, and even her
eyebrows were real hair. This, as you know, is unusual in dolls, their
hair, as a rule, being made of other materials and far too yellow, and
their eyebrows being just paint. “She shall be called Diana,” said
Christina, who had always loved the name from afar.
Christina took Diana to her mother at once, Roy running behind her
with the box and the brown paper and the string and the wardrobe,
and Chrissie calling back every minute, “Don’t drop the powder puff
whatever you do!” “Hold tight to the hand-glass!” and things like that.
“It’s splendid!” Mrs. Tiverton said. “There isn’t a better doll in the
world; only, Chrissie dear, be very careful with it. I don’t know but
that father would have done better to have got something stronger—
this is so very fragile. I think perhaps you had better have it only
indoors. Yes, that’s the best way; after to-day you must play with
Diana only indoors.”
It was thus that Diana came to Mapleton.
How Christina loved her that first day! She carried her everywhere
and showed her everything—all over the house, right into the attics;
all over the garden, right into the little black stove-place under the
greenhouse, where Pedder, the gardener, read last Sunday’s paper
over his lunch; into the village, to the general shop, to introduce her
to the postmistress, who lived behind a brass railing in the odour of
bacon and calico; into the stables, to kiss Lord Roberts, the old white
horse. Jim, who groomed the General, was the only person who did
not admire the doll properly; but how could you expect a nice feeling
from a boy who sets dogs on rats?
II
It was two or three days after this that Roy went down to the river to
fish. He had to go alone, because Christina wanted to play with
Diana in the nursery; but not more than half an hour had passed
when he heard feet swishing through the long grass behind him,
and, looking up, there was Christina. Now, as Christina had refused
so bluntly to have anything to do with his fishing, Roy was surprised
to see her, but more surprised still to see that Diana had come too.
“Why, surely mother never said you might bring Diana?” he
exclaimed.
THERE WAS CHRISTINA.
“No,” said Christina, rather sulkily, “but I didn’t think she’d mind.
Besides, she’s gone to the village, and I couldn’t ask her.”
Roy looked troubled; his mother did not often make rules to interfere
with their play, and when she did she liked to be obeyed. She had
certainly forbidden Christina to take Diana out of the house. He did
not say anything. Christina sat down and began to play. She was not
really at all happy, because she knew it was wrong of her to have
disobeyed, and she was really a very good girl. Roy went on fishing.
“Oh, do do something else,” Christina cried pettishly, after a few
minutes. “It’s so cold sitting here waiting for you to catch stupid fish
that never come. Let’s go to the cave.” The cave was an old disused
lime-kiln, where robbers might easily have lived.
“All right,” Roy said.
“I’ll get there first,” Christina called out, beginning to run.
“Bah!” said Roy, and ran after. They had raced for a hundred yards,
when, with a cry, Christina fell. Roy, who was still some distance
behind, having had to pack up his rod, hastened to Christina’s side.
He found her looking anxiously into Diana’s face.
“Oh, Roy,” she wailed, “her eyes have gone!”
It was too true. Diana, lately so radiantly observant, now turned to
the world the blankest of empty sockets. Roy took her poor head in
his hand and shook it. A melancholy rattle told that a pair of once
serviceable blue eyes were now at large. Christina sank on the grass
in an agony of grief—due partly, also, to the knowledge that if she
had not been naughty this would never have happened. Roy stood
by, feeling hardly less unhappy. After a while he took her arm. “Come
along,” he said; “let’s see if Jim can mend her.”
“Jim!” Christina cried in a fury, shaking off his hand.
“But come along, anyway,” Roy said.
Christina continued sobbing. After a while she moved to rise, but
suddenly fell back again. Her sobbing as suddenly ceased. “Roy!”
she exclaimed fearfully, “I can’t walk.”
Christina had sprained her ankle.
Roy ran to the house as fast as he could to find help, and very soon
old Pedder, the gardener, and Jim were carrying Christina between
them, with mother, who had just come back, and nurse, walking by
her side. Christina was put to bed and her foot wrapped in
bandages, but she cried almost incessantly, no matter how often she
was assured that she was forgiven. “Her sobs,” the cook said,
coming downstairs after her twentieth visit to the nursery—“her sobs
are that heartrending I couldn’t stand it; and all the while she asks for
that blessed doll, which its eyes is rattling in its head like marbles,
through falling on the ground, and Master Roy and Jim’s trying to
catch them with a skewer.”
Cook was quite right. Roy and Jim, with Diana between them, were
seated in the harness-room, probing tenderly the depths of that poor
Parisienne’s skull. A housemaid was looking on without enthusiasm.
“You won’t do it,” she said every now and then; “you can’t catch dolls’
eyes with skewers. No one can. It’s impossible. The King himself
couldn’t. The Primest Minister couldn’t. No,” she went on, “no one
could do it. No one but the Miss Bannisters’ Brother near where I live
at Dormstaple. He could. You ought to take it to him. He’d mend it in
a jiffy—there’s nothing he can’t do in that way.”
Roy said nothing, but went on prodding and probing. At last he gave
up in despair. “All right, I’ll take it to the Miss Bannisters’ Brother,” he
said. “Dormstaple’s only six miles.” But a sudden swoop from a
figure in the doorway interrupted his bold plan.
“You’ll do nothing of the kind,” cried nurse, seizing the doll, “with that
angel upstairs crying for it every minute, and the doctor saying she’s
in a high fever with lying on the wet grass”; and with a swirl of white
skirts and apron, nurse and Diana were gone.
Roy put his hands in his pockets and wandered moodily into the
garden. The world seemed to have no sun in it any more.
III
The next day Christina was really ill. It was not only the ankle, but
she had caught a chill, the doctor said, and they must be very careful
with her. Roy went about with a sad and sadder face, for Christina
was his only playmate, and he loved her more than anything else;
besides, there was now no one to bowl to him, and also it seemed so
silly not to be able to mend a doll’s eyes. He moped in the house all
the morning, and was continually being sent away from Christina’s
door, because she was too ill to bear anyone in the room except
nurse. She was wandering in her mind, nurse said, and kept on
saying that she had blinded her doll, and crying to have its eyes
made right again; but she would not let a hand be laid upon her, so
that to have Diana mended seemed impossible. Nurse cried too, as
she said it, and Roy joined with her. He could not remember ever
having been so miserable.
The doctor looked very grave when he was going away. “That doll
ought to be put right,” he said to Mrs. Tiverton. “She’s a sensitive
little thing, evidently, and this feeling of disobeying you and treating
her father’s present lightly is doing her a lot of harm, apart altogether
from the chill and the sprain. If we could get those eyes in again
she’d be better in no time, I believe.”
Roy and his mother heard this with a sinking heart, for they knew
that Christina’s arms locked Diana to her side almost as if they were
bars of iron.
“Anyway,” the doctor said, “I’ve left some medicine that ought to give
her some sleep, and I shall come again this afternoon.” So saying,
he touched up his horse, and Mrs. Tiverton walked into the house
again.
Roy stood still pondering.
Suddenly his mind was made up, and he set off for the high road at a
good swinging pace. At the gate he passed Jim. “If they want to
know where I am,” he called, “say I’ve gone to Dormstaple, to the
Miss Bannisters’ Brother.”
IV
Miss Sarah Bannister and Miss Selina Bannister had lived in
Dormstaple as long almost as anyone could remember, although
they were by no means old. They had the red house with white
windows, the kind of house which one can see only in old English
market-towns. There was a gravel drive before it, in the shape of a
banana, the carriages going in at one end and out at the other,
stopping at the front doorsteps in the middle. A china cockatoo hung
in the window. The door knocker was of the brightest brass; it was a
pleasure to knock it.
Behind the house was a very large garden, with a cedar in the midst,
and a very soft lawn, on which the same birds settled every morning
in winter for the breakfast that the Miss Bannisters provided. The
cedar and the other trees had cigar-boxes nailed to them, for tits or
wrens to build in, and half cocoa-nuts and lumps of fat were always
hung just outside the windows. In September button mushrooms
grew on the lawn—enough for breakfast every morning. At one side
of the house was the stable and coach-house, on the other side a
billiard-room, now used as a workshop. And this workshop brings us
to the Miss Bannisters’ Brother.
The Miss Bannisters’ Brother was an invalid, and he was also what
is called eccentric. “Eccentric, that’s what he is,” Mr. Stallabrass, who
kept the King’s Arms, had said, and there could be no doubt of it
after that. This meant that he wore rather shabby clothes, and took
no interest in the town, and was rarely seen outside the house or the
garden.
Rumour said, however, that he was very clever with his hands, and
could make anything. What was the matter with the Miss Bannisters’
Brother no one seemed to know, but it gradually kept him more and
more indoors.
No one ever spoke of him as Mr. Bannister; they always said the
Miss Bannisters’ Brother. If you could see the Miss Bannisters,
especially Miss Selina, you would understand this; but although they
had deep, gruff voices, they were really very kind.
As time went on, and the Miss Bannisters’ Brother did not seem to
grow any better, or to be likely to take up his gardening and his
pigeons again, the Miss Bannisters had racked their brains to think
of some employment for him other than reading, which is not good
for anyone all day long. One evening, some years before this story,
while the three were at tea, Miss Selina cried suddenly, “I have it!”—
so suddenly, indeed, that Miss Sarah spilt her cup, and her brother
took three lumps of sugar instead of two.
“Have what?” they both exclaimed.
“Why,” she said, “I was talking to-day with Mrs. Boniface, and she
was saying how nice it would be if there was some one in the town
who could mend toys—poor Miss Piper at the Bazaar being so
useless, and all the carpenters understanding nothing but making
book-shelves and cucumber-frames, and London being so far away
—and I said, ‘Yes,’ never thinking of Theodore here. And, of course,
it’s the very thing for him.”
“Of course,” said Miss Sarah. “He could take the old billiard-room.”
“And have a gas-stove put in it,” said Miss Selina.
“An oil-stove,” said Miss Sarah; “it’s more economical.”
“A gas-stove,” said Miss Selina; “it’s more trustworthy.”
“And put up a bench,” said Miss Sarah.
“And some cocoa-nut-matting on the floor,” said Miss Selina.
“Linoleum,” said Miss Sarah; “it’s cheaper.”
“Cocoa-nut-matting,” said Miss Selina; “it’s better and warmer for his
feet.”
“And we could call it the Dolls’ Hospital,” said Miss Sarah.
“Infirmary,” said Miss Selina.
“I prefer Hospital,” said Miss Sarah.
“Infirmary,” said Miss Selina. “Dr. Bannister, house-surgeon, attends
daily from ten till one.”
“It would be the prettiest and kindliest occupation,” said Miss Sarah,
“as well as a useful one.”
“That’s the whole point of it,” said Miss Selina.
And that is how—five or six years ago—the Miss Bannisters’ Brother
came to open the Dolls’ Infirmary. But he did not stop short at
mending dolls. He mended all kinds of other things too; he advised
on the length of tails for kites; he built ships; he had even made
fireworks.
V
Roy walked into Dormstaple at about one o’clock, very tired and hot
and dusty and hungry. With the exception of a lift for a mile and a
half in the baker’s cart, he had had to walk or run all the way. A little
later, after asking his way more than once, he stood on the doorstep
of the Miss Bannisters’ house. The door was opened by old Eliza,
and as the flavour of roast fowl rushed out, Roy knew how hungry he
was. “I want to see the Miss Bannisters’ Brother,” he said, “please.”
“You’re too late,” was the answer, “and it’s the wrong door. Come to-
morrow morning, and go to the Hinfirmary. Mr. Theodore never sees
children in the afternoon.”
“Oh, but I must,” Roy almost sobbed.
“Chut, chut!” said old Eliza, “little boys shouldn’t say must.”
“But when they must, what else is there for them to say?” Roy asked.
“Chut, chut!” said old Eliza again. “That’s himperent! Now run away,
and come to-morrow morning.”
This was too much for Roy. He covered his face with his hands, and
really and truly cried—a thing he would scorn to do on his own
account.
While he stood there in this distress a hand was placed on his arm
and he was drawn gently into the house. He heard the door shut
behind him. The hand then guided him along passages into a great
room, and there he was liberated. Roy looked round; it was the most
fascinating room he had ever seen. There was a long bench at the
window, with a comfortable chair before it, and on the bench were
hammers and chisels and all kinds of tools. A ship nearly finished lay
in one place, a clockwork steamer in another, a pair of rails wound
about the floor on the cocoa-nut matting—in and out like a snake—
on which a toy train probably ran, and here and there were signals.
On the shelves were coloured papers, bottles, boxes, and wire. In
one corner was a huge kite, as high as a man, with a great face
painted on it. Several dolls, more or less broken, lay on the table.
All this he saw in a moment. Then he looked at the owner of the
hand, who had been standing beside him all the while with an
amused expression on his delicate, kind face. Roy knew in an instant
it was the Miss Bannisters’ Brother.
“Well,” said the Miss Bannisters’ Brother; “so when one must, one
must?”
“Yes,” Roy said half timidly.
“Quite right too,” said the Miss Bannisters’ Brother. “‘Must’ is a very
good word, if one has the character to back it up. And now tell me,
quickly, what is the trouble? Something very small, I should think, or
you wouldn’t be able to carry it in your pocket.”
“It’s not in my pocket,” Roy said; “it’s not here at all. I want—I want a
lesson.”
“A lesson?” the Miss Bannisters’ Brother asked in surprise.
“Yes, in eye-mending. When eyes fall inside and rattle, you know.”
The Miss Bannisters’ Brother sat down, and took Roy between his
knees. There was something about this little dusty, nervous boy that
his clients (often tearful enough) had never displayed before, and he
wished to understand it. “Now tell me all about it,” he said.
Roy told him everything, right from the first.
“And what is your father’s name?” was the only question that had to
be asked. When he heard this, the Miss Bannisters’ Brother rose.
“You must stay here a minute,” he said.
“But—but the lesson?” Roy exclaimed. “You know I ought to be
getting back again. Christina——”