Right from school, I drove the 200 miles to Columbus and made it in time to attend the Nutcracker with the family.
We crossed the street after the performance and Maura and her other grandmother and I sat on a bench while the rest of the family walked around the Statehouse, seeing the sites. We were waiting for the line to the parking lot to subside.
We asked Maura which part was her favorite. (“the kids doing the back handsprings” said Anna and Maura said “Me, too.”)
Maura’s response to the Sugar Plum Fairy and the Dance of the Flowers took place right on the sidewalk..
I was wishing I’d brought my camera but had to do with the iPhone.
Oh, did I mention that it was about 55 degrees. Felt like a Spring evening with a chill wind.
You remember the Father/Son blog followers and dear friends who guest blogged the scenes from Central Park in Fall and Winter?
Here is what dad Jack wrote
“Joey’s office is near Rockefeller Center. He sent these pictures of the Christmas Tree as it arrived. He said that some branches are removed making it bare in spots. They reattach the original branches and add branches from other trees. Who would have known? Not me for sure. I was impressed by the scaffolding and all. It is different so I thought you would enjoy it. I will send the finished product if Joe sends it to me. “
Across the nation there were parades, memorial services, taps sounding in cemeteries, and specific names of friends and family on Facebook, asking for us to remember a lost friend, family member and soldier.
I received these two photos from my sister where she is visiting friends, south of Albany.
Mark’s birthday was today so his tribute was up for most of the 26th but didn’t want Memorial Day to pass without a post acknowledging it.
Some of the service member names engraved in bricks.
Twenty four notes. Taps.
The Origin of Taps, The Bugler’s Cry by “Jari Villanueva, a former ceremonial bugler at Arlington National Cemetery”
(General Daniel Butterfield- July 1862)
Electric lights and tinselly garland for Easter time in Pittsburgh? Not my house.
and Laura (who was born in Germany) said she would like to make an Easter Tree so I am taking her the German Easter decorations. Feels good to pass them on. I remember when we moved to Germany at EAster time and on the table in the Gasthaus was a platter of earth and real green grass growing with colored eggs peeking out of the grass. It was so pretty and inviting. The tablecloth is from our former exchange student Yvonne.
A welcome gift. Fancy fresh fruit. Perishable, DO NOT FREEZE the boxes state.
Tonight as I cut up a couple of perfectly ripe pieces for the family to share, I remembered another fancy apple I ‘d cut with the apple sectioner at home in Pittsburgh. Steve’s former colleague had shipped them and his former boss sent some succulent red grapefruit.
Our cracker selection a bit pedestrian but paired well with the cheese and fruit.
Each apple wrapped in green tissue, cradled in a partitioned box, accompanied by a handwritten map telling which type of apple was in each space. Refrigerate upon receipt.
Here in Ohio there were juicy pears in gold foil papers, sheets of green foam cushioning their journey from Oregon.
A box of oranges are in the garage keeping cool.
Doesn’t fruit always taste better when someone else cuts it up and places it on a plate?
You might remember a similar photo of a cut pear from a 2012 Weekly Photo Challenge: Surprise post -
Two years in a row on Thanksgiving, Penny the Golden Doodle watches the National Dog Show. Seriously.
I saw it today with my own eyes.
The link said there was an audience of eighteen million viewers. Plus Penny!
2013 National Dog Show
She got so excited she stood up on her hind legs
Sign in New York City when I visited my sister last summer. I posted it before. Found it again tonight, Thanksgiving Eve.
Seems simple, doesn’t it?
For those followers who celebrate traditional Thanksgiving this Thursday……which is your preference?
Fresh, Frozen or Veg?
Carson Street South Side Anything this wild in your neighborhood?