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.