Saturday, October 31, 2009
It was the year this overpass was built over a new connector in a growing city.
According to Wikipedia it was the year the U.S. banned all cigarette advertisements on radio and television.
All in the Family made its debut on television, while Ed Sullivan aired his last show.
There was this little upstart called NASDAQ. Who’d have guessed it would come to take partial control of our retirements and cause so much stress?
There were a lot of natural disasters. Mount Etna erupted in Italy, a tsunami hit the islands off Japan, earthquakes left destruction in Turkey, and a cyclone killed 10,000 in India.
The U.S., and Washington D.C. in particular, saw many Vietnam War protests, with 60% of the population against the War (per Harris Poll).
Charles Manson received his sentence.
Koko, the gorilla, was born. Shamu (the original one) died.
The Soviet crew on the Soyuz 11 died when a faulty valve leaked their air supply.
Read the other fascinating facts here.
That September I started my high school senior year. But you won’t find that in Wiki. :)
Friday, October 30, 2009
October was a beautiful month. The colors rivaled those of the first spring bulbs. But as the saying goes * ... "the days dwindle down to a precious few..." I hope you're enjoying these precious days! And maybe looking forward to what's around the corner.... :)
Thursday, October 29, 2009
Wednesday, October 28, 2009
By no means would anyone call me an activist. I live as I believe, trying to walk lightly and leave behind only memories. But this post on the Green Phone Booth really shook me. I can't possibly say it any better than Green Bean or the folks at CoalRiverWind. Please read it, watch the video, help spread the word.
Tuesday, October 27, 2009
Now I use it to make a simple summer salad. But the dressing isn't quite right. It might be time to buy the big pink and silver can of olive oil. :)
Monday, October 26, 2009
She was thrilled to see him, as I knew she would be. That’s why I kept it a secret from her. She dotes on all her grandchildren. They all either live far away or have very busy lives, so she is very happy when they visit.
We had lunch and chatted for a while. Then he and I took a ride so I could show him more about the area where I grew up. He’s been by there before but this time I drove down the back street, pointing out where the neighbor’s chicken coop was, and the hill we used to go sledding on. I explained that this was the poor section of town, as in – poor. Then I stopped by the old stone house on the street. It used to be rented out as apartments and had a HUGE garden on the side. Several families had lived there when I was young. I even used clamp-on metal roller skates on that front walk because it was the only level place to skate. I have a photograph of some neighbors standing by the corner of that house, with a big pumpkin they grew. The garden has been gone for more than 30 years. Many of the houses on the street have been replaced by brick office buildings. Now the stone house is the home of one of the most expensive restaurants in town, possibly the county.
The irony of all this (explaining to him the history of the street) is that his boss has been to that restaurant. But I was there first. A long time ago.
(No, that's not me in the photo. The miss in pigtails and her older brother lived next door to me. The older couple were our landlord and his wife. One sunny day I'm going to go back down there to take some photographs from the same angle as the old black-and-white photos.)
Sunday, October 25, 2009
Thursday, October 22, 2009
I love the crunchy sound of walking on dry leaves. I indulged in kicking them up as I strolled.
I had expected a crowd but there were only a handful of folks present at 12:30. A couple was having pictures professionally taken by a man with impressive photo equipment. A young mom and her toddler were enjoying one more day of getting around without coats and scarves. There was a gaggle of these web-footed friends, so I watched where I stepped around them. (The ratio of their input to output makes me wonder how they even gain any weight.)
I know there’s a scientific reason why leaves change color, photosynthesis and decreased daylight, yearly rainfall, and so on, but today was just a breathtaking day. Nature’s natural equivalent to fireworks.
While driving home after work, the trees seemed to reflect the sunlight.
Wednesday, October 21, 2009
While there is quite a buzz online with patterns and tutorials for the most adorable crafts and gifts, the stores in my area are quietly filling spaces with red and green decorations. The toy aisles are not expanding but the shelves are full. And they seem full of the same toys that have been the standard for years.
Have we (the frugal/environmental/broke) finally spoken loud enough for Big Business (Retail edition) to hear? Will the lines at JoAnn's fabric cutting counter be longer this season? Will we spend our lunchtime with a sandwich and a skein of yarn?
When Crunchy Chicken posted her Buy Hand Made for the Holiday Challenge, I signed up, envisioning a stack of handmade goodies waiting to be delivered. (By this time last year, I had knitted quite a few hats.) Now, after looking around at the economic situation I decided to alter the guidelines (just a little) to include things like grocery store gift cards and movie passes, which will be appreciated while adding very little plastic waste to the environment. Especially when packaged in a hand-sewn reusable gift bag accompanied by a jar of homemade Peach Banana Jam. :)
In the meantime, I'll keep one ear on the business news reports while I drive past the half-full retail parking lots. How many people have their arms full of shoping bags in the mall near you?
I highly recommend giving the holiday challenge a try. Let's have a happy and sane season. Hmmm, will I still say that around 10:30 on Dec 24th, trying to get the last project completed? :)
Sunday, October 18, 2009
Real is walking on the sand or in the park or through the neighborhood. Real is time spent reading to a child, or tossing leaves in the air to make a toddler giggle. Life is a reality show whether you are making dinner or plans for dinner out. When you drive home through traffic after a day at work it’s real. Making a grocery list or keeping a doctors appointment may be mundane but it’s what happens everyday to real people.
In all the years that these shows have been popular, I can admit to watching about as many episodes as I can count on my fingers and toes, and not enjoying any of them. Does that make me odd? I don’t think so. I’d rather deal with life’s realities than take pleasure in watching the disappointment of others whose hopes were in something that was never there in the first place.
Side note: Perhaps we should learn from the ending of The Truman Show, where he discovered the truth and became his own man, leaving the audience to find their own reality.
3:18pm (update) Case in point; it has been announced that the "balloon chase" was a hoax choreographed by the parents, who have been trying to get their own reality tv show. They may be facing jail time. Now that's real.
Friday, October 16, 2009
As an artist, she often traveled to the west to paint, including taking two sabbaticals for her passion. What makes her so unique is that she was born in 1875, was deaf, was a department head at the Illinois Women’s College, and created bold paintings when women were still limited on their own independence.
The following quoted statements are from the Antiques Roadshow website:
APPRAISER: You've brought in a painting by Nellie Knopf, and interestingly enough, she's actually from Chicago. She studied at the Art Institute of Chicago, and in the summers, up to the early '20s, she went to Ogunquit, Maine, and studied with an artist there named Charles Woodbury. And then, after about 1923, she actually went out West and began painting mountains and pueblos; and for a woman at that period, that was very rare. She was almost like a pioneer, because keep in mind that Georgia O'Keeffe didn't go out West until about 1929, so quite a bit later. She also was challenged in a couple of other ways. She was deaf, for one; and secondly, as a single woman, a single woman artist, she had a very hard road to travel. Because women artists, um, at this time, were not supported very well-- even the ones that were married. Often they were overshadowed by their husbands if they were married to artists. If they had husbands that weren't artists, perhaps they had extra support. But she really had to go out on her own and do that.
And the other thing is the wonderful brushwork here. It's very bold, broad and gutsy. And again, for a woman...
GUEST: A woman.
APPRAISER:...it's very, very unusual.
For all those gutsy women out there, bravo!
But there is a pretty dove at the puddle outside my door.
Wednesday, October 14, 2009
In two weeks as I set my clocks back, I will also unplug the television for the month of November. And even as I will miss the good shows on PBS, I am looking forward to being outside, working on crafts, and digging into some good books.
Tonight I haven't been able to find good music on my local stations. Perhaps there's an online station for jazz or big band era music. Any suggestions?
Tuesday, October 13, 2009
This creativity has encouraged thinking about what I want to do for myself. Anyone who creates a quilt will dream of all the different ones they would like to make, knowing that there really isn’t enough time to make all of them. I’d like to start to tackle that list in my mind, making as many as possible, hoping that someday my children will find them safely stored away for them and their children to enjoy and know that I made these for them.
Saturday, October 10, 2009
Spread a little happiness.
Quote in second paragraph is from a photocopy of the original news clipping; undated and newspaper unknown.
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I stopped at the Italian bakery today for a small treat, no baking this weekend. And I have lots of meals tucked in the freezer, portioned in single servings (well, single servings with double helpings.) Today was for errands, tomorrow is for staying inside and getting some sewing done.
Thursday, October 8, 2009
Complete with broken gate.
Wednesday, October 7, 2009
Monday, October 5, 2009
I've had dirt under my fingernails for as long as I can remember, maybe even longer.... :)
This weekend I harvested the "crops" on my back deck. I now have bunches of parlsey and basil to freeze, some hot peppers, and pepperoncini (which has already been processed into giardinere.) I'm letting the rest of the dill go to seed for next years planting, and the cilantro did not fare as well this year.
Now, I wish I could grow some of those tomatoes my mom did back in the 50's.
Sunday, October 4, 2009
Saturday, October 3, 2009
Every time is a pleasure. But the day that stays with me is the one early this summer that my mother, while walking in the market, started telling me the history of that piece of land.
When she was a child (she's 90 now), this parking lot was all water - part of Long Island Sound. Another piece of land nearby that is a parking lot was a marsh.
At one end of the lot which holds the market there were stone steps going into the water, which people would use to get to their boats. She came here with one of her brothers to catch horseshoe crabs and clams. Her mother would have a large pot boiling on a fire outside, waiting for their catch.
The water wasn't very deep but was moving water with a rocky bottom. One young boy she knew drowned there.
The stone steps are gone, the water has been filled in to make way for the Interstate, her brothers all passed on many years ago, but to hear her story was to be there.
Friday, October 2, 2009
Actually, I found the photos at a secondhand shop. Looking at them took me back in time. I wish I knew more about these snapshots; who took them, the exact year they were taken, and whether this was a business or pleasure trip.
It looks like late winter, perhaps February. There is no snow or leaves left on the ground, and the trees have not yet started to bud. I’m guessing that the car from CT is the one they drove into the city.
There are a few photos of the Empire State building, being the tallest building in the world at that time. I especially liked the ones where this building is in the background of a bridge. Is that the Brooklyn Bridge?
There are a few photos with the UN building and flags. I’m not sure it still looks the same. Have they put protective barricades in front of the building?
Looking at the people and the cars is interesting, but what is most dear to me is the photo of the stellar building standing tall above the others. It brings back memories.
In the 1970’s, Budweiser and Dr Pepper sponsored summer concerts at Wolman Rink in Central Park. For a reasonable ticket, maybe five dollars or so, we would get seats back in the bleachers. It was a small arena so the seats weren’t bad. We would drive in to the city after work and leave the car at one of the garages, then walk to Wolman Rink.
Tickets to the best performers went fast, but we were able to attend concerts that have stayed with me all these years; among them were Harry Chapin, Judy Collins, Barry Manilow, and Peter, Paul, and Mary. Bless her and may she rest in peace, during the intro Mary Travers stated that she lived a block for the park and had walked to work that evening.
Sitting in the warmth of the setting sun, we would see the beautiful and stately apartment buildings and hotels surrounding the park. Millions of people have lived in these over the years and looked out over the trees and lakes in the center of New York City, watching the seasons change.
I had planned on scanning in these photos for posting, but my computer couldn't open the scans this time. They will be posted for better viewing in the near future.