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.
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)
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!)
Granddaughters Anna and Maura and Cousin Parker- a junior bridesmaid and two flower girls for their Cousin Victoria’s wedding in June!
Anna found an empty room at the back of the hall and they were dancing and twirling in the available light from the window.
They had been so good watching all the gifts opened and had a moment of feeling free in their fancy dresses.
Cousin Parker dancing in the light
Here they were earlier watching the bride open all her lovely gifts
Anna, Maura, Michael and Jack helped Pap celebrate his birthday Saturday evening. (Donald is Erika’s dad)
Try to not shoot into the light source. Used the Canon 5D with the 50mm L series lens with available light
I photographed the three grandkids in the garage on the way to church. Jack was under the weather and stayed home with Pap.
Anna Maura and Michael in the garage. You know how I love to photograph them in the ambient light.
Not to leave anyone out- Jack giving the thumbs up after a good report at Children’s Hospital. Photographed by his dad earlier in the afternoon.
Posing for their other grandmother, Marlene.
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
thresh·old noun \ˈthresh-ˌhōld, ˈthre-ˌshōld\
: a piece of wood, metal, or stone that forms the bottom of a door and that you walk over as you enter a room or building
: the point or level at which something begins or changes
Literal interpretation of Jack crossing a threshold at Idlewild Park in Storybook Forest last summer.
A couple of days before Jack was born 2007
p.s. click here to see Madhu’s entry at The Urge to Wander blog photographerd at a Shinto Shrine in Japan.
In my opinion, hers is the best of all the responses I viewed!
I’m not going to post 6 galleries of family this week. I couldn’t stop myself with the windows.
You know I have thousands of images of my family. Some of my favorite subjects to photograph. I will restrain myself.
Henry Otto Hendricks is in the middle at the bottom. I believe the man in the top left is my father’s grandfather. Had better check my notes.
Matthew Laura and Mark, grown up
Me carrying Mark on my back in Philadelphia 1977
Matthew in from Zagreb
Getting Ready for a family photo Saturday night. Henry is front and center and everyone else is blurred.
This was taken at PNC Park last August at a Pirates Game. People at Work is an ongoing project for me and this is one from the archives.
The WordPress Weekly Challenge didn’t appear in my email today so am thinking of a word to go with this image. Any suggestions?
Not that one should consume any of this cotton candy confection, but I liked the photograph.
Wonder how heavy it is to carry that palette of cotton candy, so high in the air.
Found an article from Chicago- Behind-the Scenes Ballpark Jobs by Debra Auerbach which discusses food vendors and concessions. And Cotton Candy originated “at the 1904 St. Louis World’s Fair” says Kitchen Daily Blog where there’s a recipe.
I was sifting through old photographs on one of the snow days. You know those awful albums with the adhesive on the pages to stick the photos to the page?
Found this shot I took (film) of my son Mark (he’ll be 38 in May) and noticed the random dad taking a family photograph.
And inspired by Toying With Thread crochet blog by Stef- it’s the new year – I created Teenagers Knit Blog and the first post is up today if you have time to check it out.
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.
Either Michael or Jack, one of my grandsons, took this photo of Star Wars figures.. I found it in my December Photo Stream in Aperture tonight.
I hadn’t seen it before, didn’t notice it. I know I didn’t take it. The kids love to use the electronic devices.
Any it was all set up and photographed (on the piano I’m fairly certain) and here’s their shot. Guest blog photo by one of them.
I’d left the mini Light Sabers in a gift box with a friend’s gift but she mailed them out from Pittsburgh in a card so they got to Ohio in time for Christmas. Need light sabers to do battle!! Thanks V.
Something about mini figures invites creative and imaginative play.
Joy and you pair it up with JUMP. For joy, that is.
Joy to the World (church or another Three Dog Night version).
Joy? An old fahioned liquid dish soap- none available to photograph tonight.
Joy is the emotion I’d most like to capture in a selfie? (Just thought I’d throw that new word in before the end of 2013 since it was deemed new word of the year.)
Last year’s Christmas card shoot of the grandchildren came to mind. Jumping for Joy.
The grandchildren certainly bring me a lot of joyful moments to capture.
Wishing everyone a new year with lots of joy in it!
Photographed Thanksgiving 2012 in Hardy Virginia.
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.
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!
The challenge said to find shots that weren’t just BIG but “made your jaws drop”. Hmmmm. A “wow moment”? Not simple to find.
I thought of slides of Fingal’s Cave in the Hebrides from a trip with my parents but that would mean digging in a distant closet. I went in a rowboat without a life preserver but they said the water was so cold you wouldn’t make it anyway.
Then I found the photos from a Washington trip to Dry Falls which isn’t the Grand Canyon but still astounding- well, it is when you are standing there drinking it all in. The postcard shot I managed doesn’t capture the awe of the scene. Or the grandness. Maybe tomorrow. The Western vistas just don’t accompany the one below.
Thinking of a grand moment in life, flipping through fading albums of photos made from actual FILM, I found the one to answer the grand challenge for me. A picture of a picture, true and how about that turquoise woven web lawn chair?
If I had to retitle it, I would call it “love”.
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
The first one is from my sister in NYC who sent this phone photo of a toy she saw in the street for two days. Thanks Mary.
And then last night after the 100th Bday party I saw this little bunny rabbit and I asked the receptionist and she said it was someone’s lost toy.
Two lost toys in one day.
Saw this sign on the back wall behind the Cobra Kings band at Excuses on the South Side Friday night. The kitchen door is on the right, the spice rack a blur.
Some of you may know how Baseball in October is a big thrill in the city of Pittsburgh right now, after twenty one years without a winning season we have one now…. and then some!
Another game against the St. Louis Cardinals tomorrow afternoon. On our home field of PNC Park. Everyone is hoisting the Jolly Roger flags and cheering them on.
Forbes Field Forever is a website which maintains the memories although the actual field is no longer there, but the brick wall with the painted distance numerals is still in Oakland, covered with some ivy. Home plate in a U of Pitt building floor, covered with plexiglass for all to see. GO BUCS!
My sister went to Governor’s Island (in New York City) today.
Looked like a fun blog post in the making! She did just that! Thanks Mary. Her phone isn’t a smart one yet although I think it’s time to upgrade.
Fête Paradiso -Vintage French Carousel and Carnival Rides from the late 19th and early 20th century have been on display every weekend this summer, some to ride, some just to admire.
painted on tin
Thirteen Stars on the Flag
The city skyline as see from Governor’s Island
and there was an art fair going on as well