When we arrived, Erika suggested taking a photo of the place empty and then later after it filled up. Sounded like a good idea to me.
So here is what The Lakes Fourth of July celebration looked like Sunday night- June 29th.
Preparing the fireworks across the lake
Flags and crowd reflection
Parade of teenagers
The smell of gunpowder lingered in the humid air
During the fireworks- Michael on the right looks up at the sky filled with fireworks
Lots of teenagers in clumps, enjoying the festivities
I had the camera already as I was photographing Mark grilling trout on a cedar plank. The late afternoon light was perfect.
Maura was running running running.
Old Grandma photographed her but Maura didn’t think anything of it and ignored my shooting.
The grandkids came out to the porch, one at a time, and let me photograph them. Willingly.
I told them I was practicing. The ambient light was nice as it was late in the day, after supper.
They look to be enjoying their vacation at Grandma’s house.
They didn’t mind helping me check out my replacement 24-70mm lens. We went over to the playground afterwards since the rain stopped and the sun appeared.
I’m photographing a wedding on Saturday and wanted to get the feel of the weight of the lens. It’s lighter than the 70-200mm of course, but heavier than the 50mm I’ve had on this particular camera. This is my favorite lens. It was a year ago, almost to the day, that my lens fell and broke into smithereens.
Jack playing with his sub in a container of water on the front porch. I liked the light on the shirt wrinkles.
Drove back from Columbus to Pittsburgh with the youngest three grandchildren for a vacation at Grandma’s House.
We went downtown toPNC Park to see the Pirates game. It was Pittsburgh Public Schools Night.
Wasn’t sure how I’d manage with all three ( 5, 7 and almost 9) but it was fine. There was a mixture of fun and boredom for them.
A hot summer night. No rain. Saw a lot of students from school and the grandchildren seemed fascinated as the kids called my name.
Our seats had a great vantage point for the activity on the Allegheny River, too.
Gateway Clipper Ships Pass Under Roberto Clemente Bridge on the Allegheny River
Anticipating the release of the pitch Pirates lost to Cincinnati Reds 6-5
Always like to get a shot of the Cotton Candy Man
A lot of energy left at 10 PM. Home to Grandma’s House.
My DIL called last night and asked if the boys could stay at Grandma’s house this weekend when the family comes in town for the big wedding.
Since their sisters are flower girl and junior bridesmaid the others will be very busy.
I’ve pulled out the PLAYMOBIL and LEGO and the little indoor tent. Stocking some of their favorite things to eat. Gearing up for company.
Tomorrow at school three classes taking finals and then I have to read and grade them but at 2:44, I’ll be out the school door and headed to pick up my two grandsons for the weekend at my house. Very exciting.
Jack and MIchael share a chair while building LEGO®
First Communion Weekend in my son Mark’s home office I saw his old Baby Jake from 1976.
I believed little boys should have a doll to love and care for when they were growing up. Preparing for fatherhood.
Now he has his own family of four, but it touched me when I saw his old doll Jake on the bookshelf. Jake has a soft body that has been recovered and filled with fluff, his rubbery arms surgically reattached by me.
You might have seen Mark’s 38th birthday post from Monday.
There is something about a toy or a doll with a face.
One that’s been well loved.
If you want to see a doll well loved, his wife Erika’s childhood doll (now named Baby Doll) adopted by their daughter Anna- really illustrates LOVE! (click the blue link)
A bolt of lightning knocked out the internet so blogging from my phone
Rhubarb says Spring to me.
When the three kids were younger, we’d pile in the car and drive 7 hours to New York City to visit my sister. I’d park in the lot by the pier on the Hudson and we’d make our way up the five floor walk-up to her apartment. Everyone would be asleep on the floor camping out and in the early morning, Aunt Mary would walk to Zito’s Bakery on Bleecker Street, come home with warm loaves. She’d have the butter out and a jar of her homemade strawberry rhubarb preserves. She’d slice the bread on a wooden board. That’s what the kids woke up to – warm bread and butter and strawberry rhubarb preserves-
Berenice Abbott took this photo of Zito’s in 1937.
Today I went to the Farmer’s market on the South Side and bought two bunches of rhubarb and fresh picked strawberries. I was trying to remember the method and chopped the stalks in one inch pieces, put them into a large enamel kettle and sprinkled with sugar to sit.
The loaf from the Farmers Market on the bread board, a gift from my sister.
Before Matthew was born and he’s 33!
Kids grown up and gone but tonight as I taste the strawberry rhubarb preserves, I remember.
P.S. And to answer your question Mary, on the card-
I did get that assistantship and that’s how I was able to get hired at Pittsburgh Public Schools in 1989!
P.P.S. Zito’s is gone now.
Seems like just yesterday (May 26, 1976) you arrived at Ireland Army Hospital – Fort Knox, Kentucky.
You were born exactly two years to the day from my graduation from college.
And suddenly, in a blink, it’s 38 years later!
I am proud of you and the wonderful man you have become. WOW. You have a beautiful family.
With love and gratitude on your birthday,
and of course I should have included the best present ever
Been on a bit of a Beatles kick lately….
My school colleague, Robert Baltos shared his memories of Allen School
Once upon a time there was a grade school in the Allentown neighborhood of Pittsburgh. This is a picture of my third grade class in 1956. Dwight D. Eisenhower was the president, there were 48 stars on the American flag and we were able to walk to school thanks to Dr. Jonas Salk. It is odd that sometimes I can’t remember what I did a few days ago but my memories of this wonderful place are forever intact. This was one of those photographs that my mother saved for me. I suppose that it is fitting that while I started writing this that I realized that today is her birthday. She has since passed on to her place in Heaven. I have looked at this group photo many times and I am able to recall most of the names of my classmates. We followed each other to junior and senior high school. Since then, I have never seen or heard from the majority of these people again. At the time this class picture was taken, air-raid drills were commonplace and we were convinced that World War III was at hand. Little did we know that in the not-too-distant future that some of the Class of 1966 would end up in Southeast Asia for our “senior trip” or that a young senator from Massachusetts would become our next president and be murdered in public several years later.
The teachers at Allen School were special people, the likes of which we will never see again. The teacher at the center of picture is Miss Helen Laucik, our physical education and health teacher. Like all of the teachers there, she was full of energy, ideas and compassion. She always reminded us to take care of our teeth and our feet, both of which she assured us that we would miss in our old age if we didn’t heed her warning. Mrs. Demming was our history, writing and music teacher. She predicted that there would be a currency called the “Euro”, warned us about the proliferation of socialism here and abroad and that much of what we consume would be someday be manufactured in places like China. Miss Bash was our mathematics teacher. Contrary to what some of the “experts” with their phony PhDs believe today, rote memorization of the multiplication tables and proficiency in long division, fractions and other basic arithmetic was absolutely necessary and you weren’t leaving her class without those basic skills!
Allen School closed in 1961. The students actually took their books and belongings from the desks, walked up the hill and placed them in their desks in the newly built Grandview School. However, Grandview could never replace the physical building of Allen School. Today’s architects could not imagine or duplicate such a place. On the other hand, bricks and mortar are just that. Miss Laucik, Mr. Kelly and a few others made the move that day too and taught there for many years afterward. Whey they left, they took the remaining spirit of Allen School with them. Oh, I almost forgot! Mrs. Bennett, thank you for being our librarian and teaching us how to use the Dewey Decimal System! I have a copy of the first book that you helped me select from the 600 aisle. “The Boy Electrician” by Alfred P. Morgan.
(Mr. Baltos is the third one down on the left. He still has the striped shirt!)
We woke up to pouring rain but the sun came out later in the afternoon. St. Patrick Church- Columbus Ohio, Saturday May 10, 2014.
It was a special day for a special young man.
The family gathered in to celebrate and friends came later to share the day.
The procession. Taken with available light and a Canon 70-200 L series lens.
Godfather Joseph in from NYC and Godson Michael Joseph
Four generations pose for the family portrait. Michael’s Paternal Great Grandmother is next to him on his right and his Maternal Grandmother Marlene is on his left. Grandfathers Pop and Pap in the back row.
Almost everyone ( not pictured Matthew in Croatia and James at work).
Took this with the self-timer and ran around and got in the back
With his family.
How do you like to go up in a swing,
Up in the air so blue?
Oh, I do think it the pleasantest thing
Ever a child can do!
Up in the air and over the wall,
Till I can see so wide,
River and trees and cattle and all
Over the countryside–
Till I look down on the garden green,
Down on the roof so brown–
Up in the air I go flying again,
Up in the air and down!
Robert Louis Stevenson
Maura at 5 1/2 finally learns to pump
Happy Seventh Birthday Jack (John Patrick).
March 21st is your big day. Thought you’d like to see the faces your old grandma captured this past year!
Last year you looked like this.
And now you are getting your permanent front teeth after losing those baby ones!
The shot below was taken one week before your birthday at the Columbus Car Show.
Note to self: Remember how I mugged for the camera in 1959 when I’m attempting to photograph the grandchildren in 2014!
Pittsburgh Public Schools was closed today. I did some sorting and found some old family photos. My family didn’t own a camera that I know of but I think my sister took this photo somehow and I will ask her tomorrow and add any details. My cousins may have been involved. Paul? John B?
An iPhone photo of a photo isn’t the best quality but you get the idea.
guest blog via Marlene
Jack needs two front teeth. One on the top and one on the bottom! The remaining top front tooth is dangling by a thread and turns 90 degrees on occasion as he works at it with his tongue. Ugh!
The other grandma, Froo Froo Marlene, took this shot with Henry the Airedale in his Santa hat.
Here is the history of the 1944 song
Second of a series. Beanie Weenies was (were?) the first.
Comfort food as the days get shorter and the temp outside dipped down to 12.
Our systems are still adjusting to the cold and urge to crawl into a cave and hibernate.
My kitchen back door window looked like this after I made a cup of tea.
so I boiled some noodles
Buttered a retro baking dish I bought at a thrift shop in Wisconsin one summer
I crumbled some saltines and cut in some butter and put the mixture to the side
and then I opened some cans
Yes, a new low point in the culinary department around here.
Tuna Noodle Casserole coming up! Comfort food series part two.
Freshly ground pepper will give it some zip!
BTW, you just mix the drained noodles into the soup mixture combined with an almost- can of milk oh and add the tuna.
Here it is baking in the oven.
Thanks to Steve there was a head of ICEBERG lettuce. Oil and vinegar just didn’t fit
Found an almost empty jar of mayo and added some ketchup and chopped up bread and butter pickles and served a slug of lettuce on a glass plate, topped with dressing.
The casserole browned nicely.
I miss you Mom.
Here’s a new one on me- the International Sphaeralogical Society Did you ever see a SUPERBALL®??
“Founded in 2011, The International Sphaeralogical Society was created to celebrate the history and dynamism of the Super Ball®. Invented by chemist Norman Stingley in 1965 and sold by the Wham-O Manufacturing Co., the iconic toy has been the subject of fascination and play for almost half a century. The I.S.S. is dedicated to exploring and promoting the allure of this bounciest of balls.”
If you’re in the Pittsburgh area, make a plan to come down sometime during the weekend. If you live far away, just enjoy the photos and check out the International Sphaeralogical Society.
Photos and attachments via Guest Blogger Henry Simonds.
Mia at 412-370-6916.
Regular hours Friday 11-7,
and Sunday 9-3.
Saturday December 21st is FAMILY DAY 11-7
All the work is for sale, so you can pick up a last minute gift while you are here.
Some of you mentioned that it was a little hard to find, so I have posted a visual guide on my facebook page from the vantage point of the East End Food Co-op front door.
Also, Check out the link to the new Merchandise page.
The address again is 201 N. Braddock Ave at Meade St. (across from the Co-op in Point Breeze).
I could use all the help I can get to spread the word, so please tell your friends and neighbors to come down.
Henry J. Simonds
Co-Founder and Chief Sphaeralogist
The International Sphaeralogical Society
Saturday, December 14, 2013
International Sphaeralogical Society
Co-Founder and Chief Sphaeralogist
Henry J. Simonds
Invites you to join him for a gallery talk and conversation
The Mine Factory
201 N. Braddock Ave.
(across from the East End Food Co-op)
Come and learn more about the history of the Super-Ball®
and man’s unique relationship with this iconic toy.
Share some wine and beer and hear more about the exhibition and its evolution
as Mr. Simonds shares how the ball has inspired him and
presents contemporary examples of how others have been inspired.
Friday, December 13, 2013 – 11am-7pm
Saturday, December 14, 11am-7pm
Gallery Talk – 7pm-??
Sunday, December 15, 9am-3pm
A Friend is Someone Who Likes You. (by Joan Walsh Anglund)
Can’t show you the sweet images inside as they’re copyrighted but it’s all about how lovely it is to have a friend.
I took the book to school in 1961 and the teacher, Miss Grace E. Wagner, inscribed it after I shared it.
A good friend is to be cherished.
You may not see your friend all the time, live far away, but when you’re together it is as if all the time between melts and you pick up where you left off.
Your good friend “gets you”, accepts you, and loves you, no matter what. And you love them right back!
Life events, milestones, heartaches, joys, loss and laughter. Sometimes all in the same moment. These are shared, celebrated or in the case of grief you keep one another in your hearts. Carefully. Remembering. With gratitude. And much love.
for my longtime friend – I love you. Happy Birthday!
Happy Fifth Birthday Maura Clare. November 17th 2008 was a very happy day in the family because you were born!Enjoy your day. Here are some of my favorite photos I chose for the blog today.
Buckeye Baby- Not even 24 hours old in this shot.
With her first dolly.
Maura doesn’t seem to mind her Grandma wielding the camera. Her sense of humor shines through.
Like a little fish in the water….
Lunch out in Virginia at Thanksgiving time a couple of years ago
Sitting on Uncle Frank’s running board with Mom, Erika.
Summer popsicles in Virginia
Sporting her brother’s ski mask
Big sister Anna had just fixed her hair for church
Playing on the swingset in the yard
Double digits. Oh my!
I remember the day I became a grandmother. (along with FF Marlene) What a lovely day. The day you were born.
Now your dad is taking photos of you learning to play the cello and sending them to me on the phone.
Photographing you has always been fun. Documenting your growing up! Here’s a little slideshow to celebrate YOU!
lots of love, Your grandma- FF Ruthie
p.s. There are hundreds, probably thousands of photographs of you in my archives. When you were born I bought my first digital SLR camera! It was hard to choose for the birthday post.
Here are some of my favorites.
Maybe you remember Anna celebrating her birthday on 10-10-10, doing the Hula Hoop
A fun series to receive on the phone from my son Mark.
Looks like a depth of field exercise, too.
This is a “leaf bug” or katydid. A relative of the grasshopper and also called a bush-cricket in some parts of the world. Looks like such an interesting creature and is the perfection of camouflage.
Thanks Mark for sharing your Katydid and Kids study. love you. Mom
Can you see him/her?
Can you see him/her? Probably snacking on the foliage.
Don’t you want to be Raggedy Andy so your old grandmother can capture the moment?
Ahhh, no thanks.
I’ll just stand between the two heads.
so here is Maura between Raggedy Ann and Andy
Okay, got it.
When I saw this tonight it struck me funny. I’d forgotten about the fun time we had at Idlewild Park and was thinking about all the grading I need to accomplish this weekend for the upcoming progress reports at school.
And I saw Maura refusing the standard photo opportunity at the amusement park. She did not want to stick her head in the hole. Maybe she thinks it is a silly plan to do so. We sure found a ton of ovals in wooden cut outs. Wonder who started the first one years ago. Seems a standard practice on the boardwalk. We were here. I’ve seen them for Civil War or old fashioned sepia pics offered for $.
A few more….
Jack agrees to be Raggedy Andy- on the fly, that is.
Michael is totally agreeable to the task at hand. Thanks, Making it easy on Grandma,
Jack and Anna in the old fashioned car
Maybe next year, Maura. Peek- a -boo. Need a bit more height for this one.
Anna and I were on FaceTime Wednesday evening and she asked me what I was going to blog tonight.
I didn’t have a plan, I said. She said to tell her when I was posting it so she could be the FIRST one to see it.
So I am choosing a summertime August afternoon from their recent visit. Before school started.
Storybook Forest in Idlewild Park. Ligonier PA.
The grandkids in the cheese. Well, three of them that is. The fourth, Maura was looking at her siblings peeking out of the holes.
And then tonight as I uploaded, I saw the sign on the side which I had not seen before.
Anna said “the cheese stunk.”
Stunk like what?, I asked.
She said “I don’t know, it just stunk. Like elephants.”
(Maybe it stunk but we had a great day!)
And a portrait of cousin Parker in the cheese