Blogging from a smartphone tonight-
My cousin Chris ordered them “dark and dry”.
He recommended the fresh orange juice, too. Delicious.
Welcomed by a Rockford sock monkey
Mary found something fishy in the gift shop
Today my sister and I visited our Aunt Rhea. We had a nice visit, looked at our grandmother’s photo album together, and ate lunch with tapioca for dessert.
Next to her couch were her colorful glass marbles from Murano (a puzzle you are to jump in a straight line- NOT Chinese Checkers)
The light was coming in through her window. I shot this with my phone.
The family was on vacation in Michigan this week.
My son Mark photographed Anna sitting on the Montgomery City Bus, in the very seat in which Rosa Parks was arrested, Dec 1, 1955.
The Rosa Parks Bus is in The Henry Ford in Dearborn Michigan. The exhibit is titled With Liberty and Justice for All.
(Anna sitting in the seat on the Rosa Parks Bus, photographed by her father, Mark )
Rosa Parks is buried in Woodlawn Cemetery in Detroit Michigan. Here is the Wikipedia link to the “First Lady of Civil Rights”
Wanted my student teacher to be reassured that her recommendation was mailed in by the deadline!
View from the Art Show. Murray Avenue.
After we picked Mary up at the train we ate Saigon Soup at Tram’s in Bloomfield
Maura’s old shoe. When I moved it the grass was a lighter green.
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!
There are lots of ways to mark the passage of time. You rip the calendar pages off and suddenly a whole year has passed!
When I was at school, I saw there was a missed call and a voicemail from my DIL Erika.
Later when I didn’t have students I listened on the phone’s speaker.
The message was a
howling/animal crying and then my granddaughter Anna(10) saying, “Henry, stop it. That’s enough. ” Then some more doggy crying and Anna saying, ” Aww Henry don’t feel bad.”
When Erika got on the phone when I called back, she said that Henry ran to the computer first thing this morning and was sad he wasn’t featured on the blog today, celebrating his first birthday.
So Anna took some photos and I PROMISED Hnery would be on the blog before the end of the day. Forgetful Grandma!
The thoughtful breeder, Diana McKenna, remembered and sent a card via email and E forwarded it to me. Screen shot below.
Here is the photo of the family getting ready to take Henry back to Ohio from Michigan. Thanks Diana.
Erika sent a photo of the birthday Airedale biscuits she baked for Henry’s first bday. I’ll have to get the recipe.
One year old today. Anna took these photographs and sent them through her Mother’s phone to me.
Henry loves to hide bones. Big ones!
Thanks Anna for the photos. Nice job.
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.
Sunday morning at St.Patrick Church Columbus Ohio with the family.
Happy St. Patrick’s Day
Photographing four kids together can be tricky and exasperating, trying to get everyone looking pleasant simultaneously.
The first photo is one solution. Take them from behind!
Seems easier with the distraction and props of shiny new cars at the Columbus Car Show. Pretty good cooperation. Especially when they weren’t really thinking about me and my camera! Listening to the finer points of this Mustang by Ford
They were smiling and posing for their Dad in this one. He bought a couple of raffle tickets to win the Cobra, supporting Cystic Fibrosis Foundation.
The interior of the Rolls Royce. This was behind a barrier. No one got to touch it, let alone sit inside it.
Headed for home.
Erika and I went to order lunch at Hill’s Market in downtown Columbus on Sunday.
We were at the Deli Counter and I saw the Wild Boar Salami packages.
Printed on the labels it said Made From Free Roaming Wild Boar
so I asked the man making the sandwiches where the Wild Boar roamed free before they were made into salami.
He had no idea. I figured it wasn’t Columbus, local.
I picked up the package and read the fine print but no location mentioned.
It’s mentioned on the Creminelli website though- TEXAS!
Then I looked it up on the internet and it says there are “wild pigs in FORTY FIVE states” (USA)
I remembered hearing Wild Boar in the Grafenwoehr trash in Germany, scraping a jar or a can along the concrete walk in the middle of the night. And going to the Wild Boar Park in Germany, seeing baby wild boar. Ate a plate of Wild Boar meat at a Boar Fest, remember his snarly face on the spit. Ugh.
Anyway the packages in the deli case got me wondering about Wild Boar and where they roamed free in America.
Have you seen any wild boar lately?
A story in three photos. (The other part of the challenge.)
Welcome Maura Clare. November 2008.
Rub-a-Dub-Dub, Three Men in a Tub
Three Little Pigs
Three Little Kittens
Wynken, Blynken and Nod
Three Sailing Ships
No Three on a Match
It’s bedtime in Ohio. Three photo story post for a different day. Kicking off the Weekly Photo Challenge by Michelle W with this single photo of all the threes I could find on the grandkids’ bookshelves.
Three Little Pigs Cartoon 1933- familiar music Who’s Afraid of the Big Bad Wolf
-or save them first and then heave them after they get a bit furry in the fridge.
Or eat them cause you feel it a duty, but not enjoy them wholeheartedly?
How do you feel about leftovers? Does it depend on the type of food saved?
Today as I drove home after school, I thought about the spaghetti sauce in the fridge and although freshly made pasta is preferable, warming up a bowl of leftovers with hot sauce poured over top was incredibly satisfying.
A little fresh grated cheese. Mmmm. Eating my way through winter…………..
Didn’t have to start a meal from scratch and it was a relief to know it was there waiting on a shelf in the refrigerator. I looked forward to eating it again.
I thought the spaghetti sauce tasted even better today.
Some people don’t enjoy leftovers or being served leftovers for supper.
And true, certain dishes are better than others in the leftover department. Chili seems to improve, the flavors marry as they say.
I know I have wrapped things up and put them away or I have saved food in a little plastic container and forgotten all about it and then when I unearth it, it’s inedible and needs to be pitched. Storing in clear glass is key to seeing what is there to eat.
Does gender make a difference in leftover preference? Do you have a limit as to how long you will keep a dish?
When I did some research on leftovers I found an article about how Americans waste about twenty pounds of food each month. Yikes, that seems like a lot and is a disgusting statistic. So wasteful.
Growing up you were encouraged to consume everything and clean your plate. My mother had a book as a child The Sunny/ Sulky Book and one of the naughty kids (the book could be turned upside down to read about the good children) always took more on his plate than he could eat. One night he was visited by a Fairy-Eat-It-All in a dream and given a spoon to consume the mountain of food he had wasted. Eyes bigger than his stomach situation I guess.
A moral tale.
One time I posted how to revive a piece of leftover cake
Groundhog’s Day 2014-
We were there to see Phil the Groundhog rousted out of his slumber, and taken out from his cozy stump to see his shadow amidst the brotherhood of the Inner Circle of Gobbler’s Knob. The men were all dressed in top hats and formal attire.
Twenty four years ago (before the 1993 movie) my sister Mary and I drove in the middle of a foggy night to see the groundhog. I can tell you that it was a much different this trip. Last time we just parked on the side of the road and walked up the hill to Gobbler’s Knob. The whole event was well orchestrated and incredibly efficient, especially with the number of people coming to town. Lots of dedicated people making a concerted effort to insure everyone’s safe and happy experience! Everyone pleasant and a festive atmosphere. We had fun and were really glad it was rain rain and more rain instead of ice and snow snow snow!
Laura thought she’d like to go last year since it was on a weekend but it was super cold and I had an photography show opening that weekend and it didn’t work out. “Next year”, I said. “Next year.” Laura wanted to cross it off her Bucket List.
Mary came out from NYC on the train Thursday night and Laura drove in Saturday morning from Columbus OH.
We went to bed at 8:30 PM Saturday night and got up at 2:40 AM.
Pulled out of the driveway around 3:20AM and drove the 74 miles to Punxsutawney PA. Not to0 much traffic but when we got there the Wal-Mart parking lot was already filled up. We were able to find a spot behind the County Market in Groundhog Plaza and walked two blocks to a McDonald’s where we got $5 round trip tickets for the bus to Gobbler’s Knob.
Just like Shuey had told us (he went last year in the bitter cold, driving his MOTORCYCLE from Niceville, Florida) it was “easy peasy.” The crowd was estimated at 30,000 and yes, it rained on us the entire time but the temp was about 37 so no ice, no snow and none of us felt cold or miserable. I’d wrapped the camera in a couple of plastic bags and rubber bands on the end of the lens. At one point we were asked to all pull out our cell phones an light the place like a concert with a lighter. A fellow art teacher plays the bass fiddle in a band The Beagle Brothers and they played a few sets starting at 3AM. Oh, the Star Spangled Banner, too.
We stopped in at County Market to buy a couple of magnets and use their nice restroom. The clerk had been there since the night before at 10:30 and her shift ended at 6AM.
School buses lined up to take Groundhog Fans to Gobbler’s Knob
Laura at Gobbler’s Knob
Cell phones light Gobbler’s Knob
Thirty minutes of Zambelli Fireworks in the woods was an unexpected delight.
The Beagle Brothers band
The Beagle Brothers played a few sets and the National Anthem. Fellow art teacher Kyle on the Bass Fiddle. Nice job!
Uh oh. He saw his shadow. SIX MORE WEEKS OF WINTER!!!
A fellow groundhog fan took our photo on Gobbler’s Knob
Josh (dogmatic liveart) painted Groundhog Day right on the spot!
Groundhog fans checking their photos and messages.
Headed for the buses at Gobbler’s Knob
Groundhog Fan with Groundhog Hat
Photographer on Gobbler’s Knob
After the Prognostication
Getting on the bus for downtown
Kids playing on piles of dirty snow
Groundhog Statues all over town!
Mr. Tom Uberti shook my hand and welcomed me to Punxsutawney. AKA Big Windmaker. He graciously allowed me to “shoot him.”
Saw this sign last Sunday in Columbus Ohio.
Captured with iPhone.
Stopped at a red light on our way to grab lunch at Hill’s Market, before Matthew took off- return to Zagreb
A few years ago this Mary statue was a curbside alert through the neighborhood listserve so I walked up to Winterton St. to save her from the trash.
She was peeling paint and looking a bit worn. Somehow it didn’t seem right to have her picked up by the garbage truck. So I put her in my side “garden” and called her Our Lady of the Weeds (due to my lack of gardening effort)
About the same time I hired a friend of a friend to come and do some master gardening, get rid of the weeds, plant something decent. And the skilled gardener took the Mary statue home with her and she was gone a couple of months. The gardener is an excellent puppeteer and brightened up the statue with new paint. In fact, when she was returned it took awhile to get used to her brightness and revitalization.
Then my neighbor restored the bird bath bowl my father gave me when I bought the house.
One day I came home and the Mary statue was perched in the now repaired bird bath.
It’s been a team effort to get me spiffed up around here.
This Spring I’ll take a new photo with the plantings and green surrounding her.
We ended up at the Little Lebanon Bistro and Bakery for two reasons. Michael’s winter coat had a broken zipper and we went to Alteration Station to get it repaired/ replaced and then Maura had to use a rest room.
Lucky us. I got some lentil soup to take home and then I ordered up the pastries after the owner had given everyone of us samples. Delicious! Also got a slice of the gluten free carrot cake for Mark-
Little Lebanon Bistro and Bakery
What a find. The menu is online if you click the link. Reasonably priced. Clean and fresh food.
Of course if you aren’t in the Polaris Area of Columbus Ohio it will be harder to sample the food.
The owner said if you bring the kids you can call ahead and they will prep their orders so there is less wait time.
It’s a Guest Blog today. This gallery could be a good writing prompt, too. You know there’s a story. Probably more than one story.
And you know when someone sends me photos and they say they saw something and it made them think of me and the blog, it’s a nice feeling. Marlene (Erika’s mother and Mark’s MIL) wrote from Hardy, Virgina with the accompanying photos she took on a walk with Donald.
Glad you had your cell phone along on your walk, Mar.
“We saw this fireplace chimney in the woods so we ventured up the hill. There was a stone outline of where the old homestead was. There were a bunch of mason jars all over so we figured kids with moonshine would sit around the fireplace and drink. Way behind the chimney we saw another old house. So we walked through the leaves to the other house.”
“After checking out the side of the house I walked around to the front door and there I saw the front door was padlocked.
It was so funny because the exterior wall was missing on the side.”
Thanks Marlene for the gallery of the old Homestead in Virginia,
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.
People and windows.
June 14, 2012 Visual Arts Room
Maura and Murphy at Aunt Linda’s
Pittsburgh Firefighter on South Side
Jane and Prem’ Wedding
Beautiful Valentine’s Day Bride
Sea Lion Viewing Window at the Zoo Pittsburgh PA
Erika sent me these two pictures of Jack this evening. She said that Jack gave me permission to blog them!
His front tooth was hanging on by a thread for the longest time and Jack kept wiggling it all Christmas break. You kept thinking it would come out but even when he’d twist it, it didn’t!
It gave you the shudders, right down your spine, watching him manipulate it. I thought I’d witness it coming out in person but didn’t happen. Until tonight! A milestone.
Sure gives a different smile! Thanks Erika and Mark. He looks pretty excited about it’s coming out.
Growing up at a rapid rate!
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.
Have you chosen a word for this year’s theme yet? Mine is gratitude.
This afternoon I drove home alone to Pittsburgh after a nice vacation in Ohio with my family. Two hundred miles can feel long and lonesome after all the activity with the family. If you’ve been following along you saw that the girls and I went to Laura and James and had a nice New Year’s Day celebration with the rest of the family.
On my way home I spoke with my dear friend J in Omaha. She told me about hostess gifts she passed out to her Fondue Party guests on New Year’s Eve. Here is what she gave them ( a semi-guest blog, J?)
Picture a quart Mason Jar (thanks John Landis Mason 1832-1902) wrapped with a fancy bow.
Inside J put a paper with instructions.
Starting January first. write good things down on little pieces of paper and put them into the jar. Could be a goal accomplished, something good, a happy moment, a thought. Then on Dec 31st, 2014, reread all the good things you wrote on all the little pieces of paper that you deposited throughout the year.
Right now this jar in my kitchen is filled with homemade Chex Mix (thanks Laura)
But starting when it’s empty, we’re going to fill it with good notes. Lots of them. Kind of like Three Daily Delights by my number one commenter this year, Stef.
Thanks for the good idea J. It’s a wonderful way to start a new year.
And a p.s. from J this morning A photo of her gratitude jars all lined up plus the original instructions from her niece.