![]() “I heard it was absolutely wonderful,” says Albrecht, “and everyone had a great time–though I think Jimmie was a little disappointed because the purple cow wasn’t there.” We ate lemon bars, and drank tea and coffee, and milled around and gossiped.” He explained the differences between a perfect cow and a not so perfect cow–it has to do with testosterone. “William Smith, who’s a teacher at the ag high school out here, gave a lecture. The show opened on March 6, and two weeks later Buehler threw a tea party at the library. He doesn’t recall making the purple cow, but it must be him, because no one else was doing that in the country at the time.” He’s sending a bunch of buffalo up to Buffalo, New York. She told me how he started making horses and then cows and pigs and giraffes and bears and longhorn steers and buffalo. I called him, and he’s in his 80s and he’s deaf. ![]() Then I found out about an organization in California run by a man called Bob Prewitt. “I called a company in Nebraska that makes cows, and I wound up talking to this guy who sent me a brochure. “You wouldn’t believe all the people I called,” she says. ![]() She checked City Hall records and made long-distance calls, hoping to find the artist who’d made the cow. The local paper, the Beverly Review, ran an article about her search, but no leads materialized. The phone company had no listing for him.” She thought she’d tracked the old owner to a mansion on Longwood Drive in Beverly, but the man who answered the door said the old owner had “moved to Palos Hills or Palos Park or Palos Heights or something like that. The Purple Cow ice cream store on 105th Street had gone out of business and left no forwarding address. Meanwhile she was trying to track down the purple cow, which was proving a daunting, time-consuming task. It’s called ‘The Difference Between a Cow and a Bull.'” But after further study it seems to be a young bull. I asked if they would lend me one for the show. I went to the Old Barn Restaurant, which is in Burbank, Illinois. The rest of her is black and white, and she has golden hooves. She got me a little cow, just 22 inches high. “She has a business downtown now making and painting cows, and she’s doing quite well. “I called up Nancy Albrecht, who was one of the artists featured in Cows on Parade,” says Buehler. She reserved space at the Mount Greenwood library in March and came up with a name for the show: “The Cows Come Home to the South Side.”īy January she’d rounded up poems, paintings, and pictures about cows, including reproductions of works by Chagall and Norman Rockwell as well as originals by local artists such as Dorothy Davidson, an 89-year-old painter nicknamed the Grandma Moses of Mount Greenwood. Thinking about that cow gave her an inspiration: Why not stage a mixed-media exhibition–poetry, paintings, sculpture–devoted to cows? She talked to some of her artist friends, and they agreed it was a great idea. ![]() Henry is 40, so time goes on and who keeps up with a cow? I hadn’t seen that cow in years. I remember seeing that cow in the 70s, when I’d take my son, Henry, there for ice cream. ![]() It was reassuring to see something like that. “It was on the sidewalk at 105th and Western outside the old Purple Cow ice cream shop. “It’s true–it started here in Beverly with the purple cow,” Buehler explains.
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