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The Nut Museum
2 reviews for The Nut Museum
The nut museum is no more but I am going to review it posthumously. It was such a fiercely unique and creative place that it deserves to live on.
On the weirdness chart this place went off the scale. All things nuts. Masks, paintings, music and vaguely erotic sculptures. Things that probably shouldn't exist but do. All in one place. It was an ethereal almost spooky experience walking around in there. You knew you'll never see anything quite like this again.
Elizabeth Tashjian hovered around with that very strange smile of hers. Almost like she is showing you something that is some personal secret, vaguely disturbing and embarrassing but still so much fun. She demanding two bucks and a nut to get in. She could over look the money but never the nut. You had to give her a nut or she didn't care who you were, you were not getting in. When not doing her nutty stuff Elizabeth was also an accomplished musician and artist. To say she was odd or eccentric would be almost be an insult; she was far, far beyond that. Who knows what she saw through those strange eyes of hers?
Elizabeth and her nut museum are no more, a sad and tragic story that needs not be repeated here. I want this review to stand for all the good in Elizabeth, a fiercely independent , original and creative woman who chose her own path to walk through life and would not take one step off for anyone.
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The Nut Museum existed on this planet from roughly 1972 to 2002. It was owned and operated by none other than The Nut Lady, Elizabeth Tashjian. For years she educated and entertained visitors to her museum on the love and lore of nuts - the edible kind as well as the two-legged variety. In the 1980s, her local celebrity was elevated to cult status when she appeared on every late night talk show from Tonight with Johnny Carson to Late Night with David Letterman. She even dodged Stern's genitalia jokes a few times. But back in Old Lyme, she lived alone in her 18-room mansion with few allies in town. In 2002, Tashjian - an octogenarian raised in style on NYC's Upper West Side - slipped into a coma. Writing her off as dead, the local government took everything away from her and placed her in a nursing home. Within a few months, she came out of the coma and fought to regain her autonomy, unsuccessfully. For the next few years, she idled away in her single-occupancy room. On January 28, 2007, Tashjian died at the age of 94. Those of us who were lucky enough to have met Elizabeth in her prime understand what we've lost. "Nuts to you, Ms. Tashjian!"
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