Arliece Grant fled the south during the civil rights movement of our country's checkered past. Seeking the solitude & peace of Minneapolis, Grant was obsessed with Blue Note jazz, roaring 20’s barware, photography, artifacts dating back to the origins of the deco-nouveau art scene.
I recall being taken back by her entry hall closet of actual furs, vintage film cameras & tailor made hats: basically every inch of Arliece’s Spanish Bungalow garnered a split emotion of desire to hear her stories, while instantly realizing the lack of depth of engagement our country has regressed to: the Grant’s bungalow was concise but grandiose mirroring their approach to social engagement: playing cards, Ellington, & perhaps a Vieux Carre !
Escaping the overt racism & segregation of the south for Minneapolis, the Grants lived at 4320 Park for nearly 55 years, the narratives of their time in South Mpls were recited by her daughters who graciously shared many stories with us, from losing her tile roof to corrupt roofing contractors, to their rituals of weekend cocktails & jazz amidst a consistent social hosting calendar: the more I heard, the deeper the longing to meet the Grants in their stoic Spanish mission.