These photos of the children at the JFK gravesite were on a hard drive but my son Mark found them tonight. They were to accompany the JFK post on November 22nd. He said to me on the phone, when I was considering whether to post them or not, “Mom, it’s still fifty years”.
I have some of my first photos from February 1964 of the JFK grave as I traveled there from New Jersey to Washington DC with my parents when there was a little white picket fence and snow. I’ll have to dig in a box in the bottom of an upstairs closet to find those
Mark said all four of the kids were especially quiet and pensive as they stood by the graves. Here are the photos he took.
Earlier in November I read an article by Michael E. Ruane in the Washington Post -
Arlington House, The Robert E Lee Memorial as taken from the JFK gravesite below
Mike’s brother — Ed Kichi — 2nd from the left in the 2nd row. In above photo of the 1st Platoon D Co, 39th OCC
From Anne Hamilton- UK-
Charles Albert Kydd ” I thought Ruth might like the attached photo of my great uncle, the brother of my English grandmother (the one you met). Charles Albert Kydd was born in 1896. He went missing and I’ve also attached a document relating to this which I found in amongst my gran’s papers. Unfortunately I don’t know anything else – not even what regiment he was attached to.”
Thankfully he did survive the war and lived into old age!
To include those currently serving in the military This photo sent by Sally Nauer of her son’s unit (Jonathan Nauer) neighbors at Ft. Knox in the seventies
, Uncle Harold(USN) My grandfather Floyd and grandmother Mary Alta and my father Roy J Hendricks
Signed into Law May 26, 1954
Veterans Day. More than a day off from school. A day in November to honor all veterans- men and women in the military who have served. And the correct spelling “the attributive (no apostrophe) rather than the possessive case is the official spelling “ according to an article “Apostrophe Sparks Veterans Day Conundrum”. I had to look it up. WWII, on the left my father’s brother Alan Ray Hendricks who “observed his 28th bday by flying a bombing mission over Japanese-held Koror Island in a 7th AAF Liberator on which he is a gunner”.(old yellowed newspaper clipping) Received the Distinguished Flying Cross. Who do you know who has served? Scan and email a photo of a veteran you know , along with name and service and I will post a gallery of veterans. Suzanne sent me her father-in-law and father and that sparked the idea. email@example.com
To see and read more about the mural painted by Romare Bearden in 1984 click the article here.
Appraised at 15 million dollars.
Most people who pass by it on their daily commute, probably have no idea. It’s 60 by 13 feet.
I tried the panorama setting again on my new iPhone.
It’s been closed a few years now.
Well, the yellow sign says RELOCATED but that was temporary.
It’s gone now.
When I drive by this building it feels sad. When I drove by today it was raining and I saw the For Sale sign out front. If you want to see a magnificent aerial view of the building and where to send your bid to buy it, click here
I went to high school in Morristown, NJ so it isn’t my Alma Mater, but the empty building evokes a sense of loss.
There’s whole list of notable alumni but here’s a link to a photo of Andy Warhol’s homeroom class 1944-1945
Marian Van Sickle Hendricks
Born Durand Illinois
September 3, 1912
The one room school house photo with my mother as the teacher (in the back row left) was photographed September 13, 1930.
Written on the back of the photo – Barbara Sweet, Pearl Wallace, Jesse Shultz, Ellis Greene, Truman Sweet.
Front row, l to r, Glenn Greene, Laurence Judd, Edward Bratt, Truman Clark, Phyllis Sweet, Mildred Judd.
In the photos with her are her brothers John Rowley Van Sickle (1910) and Robert Eugene Van Sickle (1914) Her parents Judd Dewitt Van Sickle and Charlotte Rowley Van Sickle were married in 1908.
The doll, Maybelle is in my living room.
She married Roy Joseph Hendricks August 28, 1939.
I am the baby in the photograph with the 1952 Dodge Wayfarer and my sister Mary and brother David.
My mother passed September 7, 2000.
Fleeting- lasting for a very short time.
Laura’s 21st birthday.
We stopped in Klavon’s Ice Cream Parlor , originally a Pharmacy in the 1920’s, in the Strip District -Pittsburgh, on Saturday afternoon. (You might remember Laura as a bride last November and then the recent wedding photos 6 months later.)
The proprietor held a candle for her as she blew it out. Aunt Mary looked on. A fleeting moment.
For past challenges I have listed everyone and then some pingbacks were getting sent to their spam.
I will add the ones I have received so far and hopefully none go to their spam.
Fleeting Moments from a few of the fellow bloggers I follow- Weekly Photo Challenge: Fleeting Moment
My mother was into homemade whole wheat bread with wheat germ added. She’d scald milk, boil water, crumble a cake of yeast. Knead and knead, place it in an oiled bowl, cover with a tea towel, let rise, punch it down, rest – then shape the loaves.
Let them rise again. this time in battered aluminum bread pans covered lightly with waxed paper.
The aroma filled the house and after it was baked we’d eat a slice with butter and honey when it was still warm.
What I would give to have my mother make a couple of loaves again, turn them out of the greased bread pans. Saw off a slice with a serrated edge.
But when I was a kid, I saw a big white truck with red and yellow and bright blue balloons all over it. WONDER BREAD. I wanted my mother to buy WONDER BREAD. I’d eaten it somewhere and was fascinated you could roll it into a ball! Hard to believe but true. I begged my mother to buy WONDER BREAD. Oh how I longed for the colorful balloons on the wrapper.
Embarrassing to admit, but true.
She never did.
Oakland section of Pittsburgh. Looked like Europe to me. I was surprised to see it so bright as I guess I haven’t driven this route at night lately.
After the poetry reading at Pitt, I was driving by last Thursday night and noticed the illuminated facade so drove around the block and photographed the cathedral at night.
The building history is available here. The date of the building on their website is 1906.
Converted to black and white to accompany this discovery.
A bit of research on the web and I found the photograph of the Fiore Family in their Larimer Meat Market.
I drove by just before sunset and was surprised to find some buildings missing. The ground covered with hay. And then I spied this wonderful sign. What a gift. Larimer used to be densely populated with Italian immigrants but this area is fairly desolate now. Vacant lots were restaurants and shops used to be. There are still homes in the area but lots of spaces in-between of what used to be there. About a mile from my house.
Only the automobiles in the photo give it a date. TODAY.
I hope some of their descendants find this post and write a comment.
copied and pasted from a Google Search.