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?
We packed up the car and the van but before I opened the hatch I saw the sky reflection and caught it with the Handy iPhone.
Anna took this self portrait with the iPhone to show the double Rainier cherry she found.
We made a pit stop for rest rooms in West Virginia but did not eat Chester’s Chicken or McD. Love’s.
To be continued. It’s a seven hour car trip. Headed to bed. More tomorrow.
Just a couple of days left to prepare for the big day. Groundhog’s Day! You know he’s going to see his shadow and predict 6 more weeks of winter.
Preparations are in full swing in Punxsutawney PA. There are other groundhogs who try to share the limelight but Punxsutawney Phil is the REAL groundhog prognosticator of the weather. Just about 85 miles Northeast from downtown Pittsburgh.
When Steve and I were at Grant Bar in Millvale, this was the special on the chalkboard. This is a local brew made in St. Mary’s PA at STRAUB. You can take a virtual tour of their brewery here
The bartender brought one out and allowed me to photograph the label. No groundhogs were harmed to make this brew.