Trombonists of The Best Damn Band in the Land of The Ohio State University.
“It is one of the few all-brass and percussion bands in the country, perhaps the largest of its type in the world” wikipedia
TBDBITL is in the media a lot lately, most of it negative and all of that mess is being sorted out but-
Just look at what happened after the Ohio State Swim Club Swim Banquet.
Today as we left the McCorkle Aquatic Pavilion we saw this fine group of band members headed our way.
Now if there are four steadfast and loyal fans in Ohio, it is my grandchildren. Even Michael our native Floridian in his Orange and Blue.
Jack did his rendition of “dotting the i “and taking a bow which gave them a chuckle.
Then Jack (a native Buckeye) asked if they could play Hang on Sloopy (Wes Farrell /Bert Russell 1964 song) and they complied. As they played, Jack did the motions O-H-I-O with his arms and body.
What fun. A cool memory and experience for us all. but especially the kids.
Michael sporting his U of Florida colors
The scarlet and gray plumes had to be covered in plastic due to the rain.
Jack’s swim towel served as a banner as the trombonists posed with the grandchildren.
The Ohio State University band members received iPads yesterday that have an app that will have the formations that they execute so masterfully. Of course I had to ask how they learned them so well and it used to be charts on paper. Now it will be on iPads.
Four years ago the kids marched to the drums at the tryouts and I posted a blog about that in August 2010 so some of these trombonists were at that very tryout I photographed.
And here they are in concert last year so no watching their amazing marching but it’s the song
Looking up into the skylight, I saw this very interesting sculpture during my layover enroute to Florida. It’s made with plastic SOLO cups.
I read there are three other skylight art installations but I am returning through Baltimore.
As I write this post at almost midnight, I can hear the music still. Eddy Teach’s Raw Bar.
My friend Kristin and I walked by tonight. And of course I had my camera.
They were playing Rocky Top (Tennessee) originally recorded by the Osborne Brothers in 1967
A few months ago, I was knitting a little baby blanket which called for 4 skeins of yarn. My granddaughter Anna loved how the blanket felt to her touch.
She asked if I could make her a blanket. A big one. Certainly.
Eleven skeins later (and a lot of time sitting in the knitting bag, not being knit) summer break from school and a few long swim meets ( I perfected knitting a toasty blanket in 90 degree weather by draping it on an adjacent chair) the handknit blanket got finished!
I was returning home today (Tuesday) and completed the final stitch at yesterday’s swim meet. Phew! Anna would ask me how her blanket was coming along. I promised myself, I wouldn’t start another new project until this one was complete.
When we got home, Anna put it in the washing machine and sat and watched it for awhile. She set it for “quick wash” and then it had to be dried. it’s 100% man- made polyester (I know some knitters will disapprove it’ s not made with natural fibers )
But she said she didn’t like it, she LOVES it!
What else could a grandmother wish?
Monday night at the washing machine. Watching the time.
Tuesday morning. Piano practice.
The blanket reminds me of a chenille bedspread from the 1950’s. It is soft and squishy. Because the yarn is variegated, the color falls in random splotches.
Bernat Pipsqueak Yarn, Color Sittin’ Pretty
Pattern is the old basic dishcloth. Knit on the diagonal
Cast on 4 stitches.
K 2, YO, Knit to end. Repeat until half your yarn is used.
Then to decrease. K 1, K2 together, YO, K2 together, knit rest of row. Repeat until last four stitches then bind off.
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)
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!)
If you follow the blog for a time, you notice my friend, the top commenter, Sue Reinfeld.
Her daughter was married in a beautiful ceremony Sunday afternoon at Stone Manor in Middletown , Maryland.
Steve and I were glad we could share in the happy celebration. We left for home (Pittsburgh) as the sun was setting.
Mr. Kyle Kline Art Teacher.
They were in a hallway so it was difficult to get a good angle to show them at their best.
What a cool project, Mr. Kline!
At the Manchester Craftsmen’s Guild on the North Side/
When I looked into the courtyard I saw this scene
ABBA II Used Cars in McKees Rocks Pennsylvania- Nobody Walks? But where are the cars? Seems a lot of people aren’t getting the ABBA connection either. So I am editing and leaving these questions for the viewer. No one noticed the lot was empty although it was apparent to me when I took the shot and it made me laugh.
1/28/14 Tuesday Afternoon
Last windows gallery for the week. Thanks for stopping by and seeing these views.
Ninth Street Bridge from the Parking Lot
St.Luke’s Windows New York City
Smokestack Pittsburgh Squirrel Hill Pittsburgh PA
Museum of Modern Art New York City
Motor Square Garden Pittsburgh PA
Greenwich Village Window with a Treble Clef
From the Rooftop of the Metropolitan Museum of Art
A muddy boot found in a loaner car at the Subaru Dealer Murrysville PA
From a Hotel Window (Before it was demolished ) Civic Arena and Old Train Station Pittsburgh Pennsylvania
Andy Warhol Museum from a Parking Lot and Close-Up of Windows
Marlene in a frozen window
A sunrise – a perfect beginning.
A baby, just born.
The first page of the dictionary.
The first page of the new calendar.
Once you start, more come to mind.
Beginning= possibility? A new start.
I did not search the archives for beginnings but put the iPhone to use at breakfast-
My Saturday morning.
Here’s the beginning -
The special English muffins a surprise in the Christmas mail from Ben and Susan, thanks
A newly sharpened pencil ready to begin……
a journal entry, a letter, a poem, a novel, a list-
Begin with a single match…………..
Everyone is happy that Matthew is visiting from Zagreb. He’s either playing the guitar or the piano, telling big brother-little brother stories to his nephews as they fall off to sleep or trying to beat Mark’s Father-in-Law Donald at 360XBox College Football. He helps wash the dishes and keeps us laughing and entertained.
Here are some Matthew moments for the blog followers in Croatia, wondering why he isn’t on the blog!
I hope to get a photo with him before he leaves. We’ll see. It feels good to have everyone together, even for a short time.
Singing the Christmas Blues – Erika’s Mom Marlene on the floor by the tree
Christmas morning. He likes his new hat, fresh off the needles.
When we were working on the Awkward Photos
And Matthew wasn’t keen on being the main feature of the blog. So here is one more photo of the grandchildren on Christmas Eve to share the post.
Happy 33! I found this drawing from your birthday post from three years ago and saw the Lacrosse number. I am thinking of you and hoping someone is celebrating your birthday with you in Croatia. Missing you.
Birthday box on the way. 6-10 business days they said. Hope it makes it. I ‘m inserting Richie Havens singing “Wonder Child”. We’ve enjoyed Richie a couple of times when we were together so thought it was a good birthday song.
Here is the colored pencil drawing I am making for you with Little Green Doggie, Lego, Playmobil, St Nicholas made with a walnut and upside down apple from German Kindergarten. ( You can see the Lacrosse #) Love you, Ma
It was your idea to start blogging for birthdays and it’s a wonderful idea. Love to you in Croatia
Richie Havens sings on Sesame Street
Information on Richie Havens and Sesame Street here
Friday at Pittsburgh Carrick High School, students read more than 65 names of Armed Forces alumni who served and died for their country. WWII, Korea, Viet Nam, Iraq. Afghanistan.
Jeremiah played Taps from the back of the auditorium. Our Spanish teacher played the piano while another teacher sang God Bless America. There were family members who told stories about their service member who passed. It was a poignant ceremony. The students did a wonderful job, reading not only their names but where the member had served, their decorations and where they died.
A couple of alums who were Korean War Veterans spoke as well. I photographed the event and was deeply touched.
Point Breeze Corner
Braddock Ave Near Penn Ave
Just last year they had new Fall arrivals- see post
None of these are stellar shots, but the collection of random sampling – what I see when I drive around the different parts of the city, makes for an interesting hodge podge.
What do you see where you live that catches your eye today?
I was going down to the Strip to work on an ongoing photography project I started.
Seemed like a good day to go as I was in town, no school on Sunday and the weather was perfect.
As soon as I neared the Strip, I saw an incredible amount of traffic backed up and some tent tops. Parked immediately instead of trying to get closer and walked the rest of the way. Here’s what I saw
Strip District World Festival- A Community Event
I ate a delicious Baklava from Taverna 19, a new place with Greek food and dancing at night. (Right across from Primanti’s) I had already eaten lunch at home. Who knew?
Manuela the Caricaturist
Dance to the Music
Steel Dragon Kung Fu members dance the Lion Dance
This note from Chris at Steel Dragon the dance is actually a LION DANCE
I would like to mention that actually we did a lion dance today. The MC confused the name of what we were doing. Our name (as you know) is Steel Dragon (or Gong Lung in Chinese). What we did was a lion dance. The actual name of the one we did today is “Eight Immortals Carry the Mountain to Fill the Eastern Sea”, which is a story from a classic novel called the Eight Immortals Cross the Sea.
Incidentally, Dragons have many more people than lions (7-100 people vs 2 in a lion) and when you see the head, you can tell their different. If you want, you can check out the video we just posted which has clips from lion and dragons dances on it (plus I just edited so I love when people look at it :-) ) The link is on our website under videos. (see link)
Look behind you!
Alex and Ben were the Lion with Steeler Colors
Two Pound Pepperoni Roll and Mr. Sunseri
Schorin’s has everything
Mr. Bennett Price
Unexpected bagpipe music emanating from Penn Avenue near the Car Park, on our way to the Fireworks Night at PNC Park-
Steve pulled over to the curb. I got out of the car. Placed a bill in her case on the walk and asked if it would be all right to take a photo. She nodded.
A student at Carnegie Mellon University, piping for the Tartans, practicing, playing cool music for downtown Pittsburgh
AND imprinted on her card-
Bagpiping for Western Pennsylvania, (and doing a great job of it, too)
and at the bottom- Weddings, Funerals, Military Functions, Anniversaries, Birthdays, Social Events, Group and Individual Instruction. Solo and Band Prizes -US Canada and Scotland I believe it!
….. Her name is Liz Cherry and she is skilled in the way of the pipes!
I crossed Penn Avenue and took this view, to capture the surroundings.
Guest Poster JB Writes from Omaha
This morning I took my usual walk through Memorial Park and the Rose Garden and came upon this piano sitting all by itself at the top of the Memorial Park, overlooking Dodge Street.
A jogger happened to come by, sat down and played a number of tunes so I asked if it would be OK to photograph him. He said his goal was to find each painted piano throughout the city and play them.
On the back of the piano is a bag filled with leaf-shaped paper cut outs – and a request that you write one phrase or line from a favorite song and then pin it on the piano back. These will be collected and the artist will compose a piece utilizing them.
To read more about Play Me I’m Yours Project click here to read the article at Omaha.Com
Thanks J for the great post today.
Today’s post is primarily people. A few animals. Or people and animals. The food highlights will be a separate post. Stay tuned for a Deep Fried Buckeye. No, I didn’t eat it but someone let me photograph theirs.
I accompanied two moms and seven children! We had a wonderful afternoon. Perfect summer day. Last year our visit to the fair was cut short by a severe thunderstorm. If you are new to the blog you can check it out here
Fans from the egg farmers- outside the Taste of Oho Pavillion- four of them are my grandchildren. Three are their friends.
Thanks for letting me photograph your shirt in the Taste of Ohio Pavillion
No, not going to guess my weight or age today!
Union General from the Civil War Encampment checks out the cowgirl boots
Being taken back to the livestock/ stall area after showing
Abe Lincoln chats with fairgoers
Cowgirl Boots galore
Posting a No Firearms sign on the Dairy Pavillion
Jack and Drew talk to the Pirate about missing treasure
At the Cardinal gate.
Bent traffic cone and Ohio State Trooper giving directions
Jack milked a cow. Why he put the sticker on his mouth is beyond me.We did not put it there!
Watching the pig races
Weaving a scarf
Rousing band music
Checking the bags of wool
The horse barn
Sleeping near the livestock
Waiting in line to milk the cow
Looking down the walkway lined with horse stalls
Exhausted. This woman takes a nap on the grass.
Perfect summer day. Last year our visit to the fair was cut short by a severe thunderstorm. If you are new to the blog you can check it out here
At least a year ago, my friend Connie W. from Florida, sent a newspaper article from an Ocala paper about the Museum of Broken Relationships in Zagreb Croatia. Connie must have read it and thought of Matthew, my son who lives there. I asked him one time about it and then another time and we didn’t talk about it or mention it for along while. Then I said I hope he could take Flat Ruthie there as I thought it would be an interesting place to visit. Then Flat Ruthie went missing. And besides Flat Ruthie hasn’t really had any relationships to break up that I’m aware of………….
Today in my email I received photographs of his visit to the Museum of Broken Relationships. Here is what Matthew wrote:
My Blog-following friends- Sasha, Ana Maria and Tanja asked if I had taken Flat Ruthie to the Museum of Broken Relationships. I hadn’t. So we decided to go together and take some pics for the Blog. Flat Ruthie was too busy exploring the remote reaches of my desk drawers, so she opted not to join us this time. I bought a Bad Memories Eraser for Mom at the gift shop, but a few hours later ran into a friend who needed it more. Her boyfriend has gone to NYC to play the drums.
I wonder what she’ll donate to the museum: a pair of scuffed sticks or an abandoned ride cymbal? Hopefully, she’ll update us when she decides – Matthew
It isn’t just the objects. It is the stories behind the objects.
Tanja, Sasha, Ana at the Museum of Broken Relationships in Zagreb
At the gift shop
I am so happy you all encouraged MAtthew to go to the museum!!!
I am not sure to whom the credit should go to for the photo of Matthew at the entrance. Let me know and I can edit the post.
Photo credit to Sasha, Tanja or Ana Maria- Thank you
Saturday at 12:30 PM, Pittsburgh Carrick High School’s Class of 2013 will graduate.
Friday morning, the Timpani were waiting for a truck to take them to Petersen Events Center at University of Pittsburgh. Ready for their part in Sir Edward Elgar’s Pomp and Circumstance as the seniors walk in the processional.
The bowl of the drum seemed to glow on this overcast day. And yes, there’s a snare drum peeking from behind.
Stuffed grape leaves, and fancy cheeses. Goat cheese and fig jam on bruschetta. Green grapes. Some bubbly to toast. M and D brought the most drinkable wine. A secret in the carafe, a blind test. Carlo Rossi. No kidding. Beat out the pricey Portuguese wine. What do we know?
Dates and nuts in a chocolate South African pudding recipe, topped with whiskey whipped cream, created by his wife Janice. Happy Birthday to Peter. Live music at a party makes the evening rhyme. Marc on harmonica and Peter and Doug on guitar. Kim sang a number with the lyrics on her cell phone.
A fun surprise party. Well done, J.