What I saw when I got to my car after school-
Photographed in the school parking lot.
All I did was change the angle of my phone camera within a few seconds of the first shot.
Two photos are un-retouched
I won the tickets. We parked on the North Side for free and walked to Heinz Field. We didn’t buy anything at the game. Not a hotdog or a foam finger or even a plastic tray of nachos. Nada! A frugal effort to say the least. We slipped and slid to the field on the untreated walks. We got to the game and I had a purse with my camera. NOPE, even if it were empty, it could not enter the stadium.
Had to be see through plastic or a 4.5 x 6″ clutch. YIKES. We walked half way back to the car and Steve put in in the V of a tree in the park. It was to far to walk all the way back. It was leather and I carry my camera in it and couldn’t just pitch it in the giant dumpster provided for such bags. I don’t go to football games and didn’t realize the restrictions on bags. PNC Park never banned my camera/purse.
On to the snow (the very wet snow) and the cold and the damp and the loss. Yep. The loss.
A high scoring, exciting game, though. And disappointing.
We left before we could see the dismal end, the “almost greatest play ever” they said on the radio as we scraped the windshield and warmed up the car. Came home for soup and tea and a hot shower and I was STILL cold! But we had fun as best we could given the circumstances ie. weather.
Thanks random Steelers fan for photographing us! Nice.
Can you see Fort Pitt Bridge arch on the right? The city skyline was totally obliterated by fog and snow when we first arrived. If you stare you can see ghosts of the buildings.
Snow on the drums
Snow on Condiments
TV camera crew in the snow (taken with the iPhone)
Santa on his cell phone.
Discarded Terrible Towel. Sacrilege! (Sorry to post this photo, Myron- RIP)
What the city looked like later
Serious Tailgaters Equipment
More serious tailgaters personal equipment in a pick-up
The tree holding my purse until after the game when we retrieved it.
Pittsburgh Steel Man , Yoda and Bandito let me take their picture
A Friend is Someone Who Likes You. (by Joan Walsh Anglund)
Can’t show you the sweet images inside as they’re copyrighted but it’s all about how lovely it is to have a friend.
I took the book to school in 1961 and the teacher, Miss Grace E. Wagner, inscribed it after I shared it.
A good friend is to be cherished.
You may not see your friend all the time, live far away, but when you’re together it is as if all the time between melts and you pick up where you left off.
Your good friend “gets you”, accepts you, and loves you, no matter what. And you love them right back!
Life events, milestones, heartaches, joys, loss and laughter. Sometimes all in the same moment. These are shared, celebrated or in the case of grief you keep one another in your hearts. Carefully. Remembering. With gratitude. And much love.
for my longtime friend – I love you. Happy Birthday!
Okay, it’s not good for you. I know it! Beanie Weenies.
Here’s the recipe. Cut a package of hot dogs like coins.
Throw in pan and turn up the gas flame.
Open can of beans
and pour over sizzling “meat”.
Simmer and serve.
Buttered toast on the side optional.
Yep, it’s dark outside, every day getting shorter and shorter and the winter looms. (actually today felt like Spring so let me think of a different excuse)
It’s easy. You have it in the house and don’t have to go to the store.
And you have a taste for something simple that isn’t good for you. It’s on your mind.
My friend said you can go through a lot, getting to what you wanted in the first place.
Make it, eat it, be aware it isn’t a healthy choice.
My vegan, veg, Paleo, Primal, non-processed food, gourmet bloggers, and real- food conscious friends and family will have to avert their eyes today.
I think it is the lighting from the range hood that gives it the unreal color cast. I hope.
Bought two raffle tickets LAST JANUARY to support one of my student’s effort to fund her People to People Ambassador trip to Australia. They’ve been on my fridge, held by a magnet, for MONTHS!
Thanksgiving night an unknown number appeared on my cell phone. Was everything all right?
Yes, won two tickets to Sunday’s home Steelers Game. It was unexpected and fun to get the phone call, saying, ” You won!”
(Now if I’m going to win the Mega Millions Lottery around here, I’ll have to actually purchase a lottery ticket one of these days)
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
A good friend brought a quart of vegetable soup and some homemade bread for tonight’s supper.
Especially welcome as I just got home after being in Ohio for the Thanksgiving break and no chance to go to the store yet.
Simmered the soup and sliced the bread and enjoyed the delicious meal. Thought of how fortunate I am to have good friends.
My friend J in Omaha trades a quart of homemade soup each week with her friend A.
I won’t return the mason jar empty!
Back home from Thanksgiving holiday break and thinking about being out of the traffic and home, safe, keeping warm.
Getting ready to start a new school week and wondering how it got to be December already.
If you have a doily or a piece of fine crochet, openwork, mounting it on a pillow is a good way to display it.
I thought this was a good follow-on to my post of my grandmother’s afghan and quilt yesterday.
Downstairs, I have some samplers she made which I’ll post another time.
I sewed this antimacassar onto the pillow top with tiny stitches all around. Click on the word to read about the origin.
Photographed at my sister’s place in NYC. I don’t remember but it looks like we used extra upholstery fabric to make the pillow itself.
My son-in-law James and Penny the Golden Doodle, exhausted! James was happy with the results of two games (Ohio State and Auburn winning) and said he didn’t care much about the last one- USC and UCLA. He gave me permission to blog the two of them resting on the couch. Laura had already headed to bed.
I went down the street to photograph a crazy Christmasy house lit up full force but they’d flipped the off switch early and gone to bed. Thought that would have been good for the Let There Be Light challenge part two.
The pink afghan covering James has a label in it from my father’s mother Mary Alta Hendricks, who knit it in 1976 at age 84.
Born in 1892. That was a long time ago.
I’d been knitting all evening while the games were on. Earlier in the day, my granddaughter Anna and my daughter Laura had been knitting as we all sat on the same couch. Passed down four generations. There’s another afghan my grandmother knit from Bobbie, she sent it to Laura and James.
Tonight I am in the guest room at Laura and James’ sleeping under a quilt my grandmother stitched.
Thinking of family as the holiday weekend comes to a close. Grateful for all the love passed down.
Thinking of those nearby and those no longer with us on earth, just in our hearts.
James and Penny are exhausted
I like the title of the challenge in this time of year when the days are growing shorter. We’re asked to show the light source in our photos.
Just today I saw a box with a HAPPY LIGHT for sale, to ward off the season’s darkness and the impact it can have on your mood.
At school I teach about the different sources of light, manmade and natural. There are so many different types of light.
Here are some examples of photos showing a variety of light sources.
Bonfire in Virginia
Candles at St. Patrick’s Cathedral
Fireworks at Saint Rocco’s Festival Pittsburgh PA
Popcorn Neon at Kennywood Amusement Park
Birthday candles- Laura covering the boys mouth so they don’t help blow them out!
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?
We’re holing up.
Waiting for the predicted snow.
Not quite a burrow but definitely staying close to home.
It’s probably going to impact Thanksgiving travel plans for many in this neck of the woods.
I’m avoiding all stores with crowds- as everyone rushes to get milk and the last roll of T.P.
There’s urgent hype on the car radio as I drove home from school and I hear from a friend that reports on TV are insistent.
Came home and baked the dozen in some vodka sauce from the pantry (don’t ask) for 45 minutes and pretty soon there was a meal worthy of a winter night that feels like February instead of November.
In the dining room. What made the meal though?
The grater was in service again tonight. This time for the Parmigiano- Reggiano cheese. Steve added the beer and we had spinach salad. The candles made it seem warmer.
The challenge of unexpected seemed fun but challenging.
Added a couple you’ve seen but seemed good for the theme. Knowing when to stop adding to the gallery is the difficult part.
Downtown by the Convention Center a wall of pink water for Breast Cancer Awareness
Birthday gift from her brother
Discovering the rush of air
Two fake geese that I thought were real in Powell , Ohio
Finding the costumes at the History Center in Virginia.
Low thirties temperature makes me want to make soup or chili, some sort of stew. And devour it, too.
A pot of something simmering on a low flame, creating a welcoming aroma when you enter the house.
Dinner was chili and beans with a side of brown rice on the adjacent burner. It’s time to pull out that Cold-Weather Cooking cookbook that my sister uses (author Sarah Leah Chase).
Tonight I used grass fed beef, sauteéd with organic onion and garlic from my brother in Okanogan Washington. Last weekend , I’d replaced my chili powder with a new glass jar of organic chili powder.
Earlier today a friend had posted an article about the 8 Foods Experts Won’t Eat and I remembered the article and got worried about the canned tomatoes (I used the Fire Roasted Muir Glen Organic Crushed Tomatoes) and wondered if the acidity of the tomatoes had leached the can lining into them but ate the chili anyway. Not sure if they use liner with BPA in it or not. I read they have a non GMO commitment so surely they don’t line their cans with the bad stuff.
You could lose your appetite if you think about things deeply.
What is safe to eat these days? Is there any way to totally avoid the pesticides, preservatives, additives and harmful chemicals and the genetic modification nightmare?
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
Driving on the North Side to home, headed down Chestnut Street towards Phineas Street. Going to cross the Allegheny on the 16th Street Bridge but before I got to the intersection, a car stopped in front of me to chat or ask directions of the pedestrians.
I noticed the trolley tracks and the bricks. Caught a quick picture on the phone.
So when did the streetcars stop? here is the answer
“The trolley lines could have been extended, perhaps. But as Touring Pittsburgh author Harold Smith observes with a minimum of rancor (for a trolley fan), “PAT was bus-minded to a fault. Between 1964 and 1967, it ended trolley service on all North Side and East End lines. By the early 1970s, only the present South [Hills] and the 53-Carrick line remained.”
Click here to learn about the 30+ trolley car collection at the Trolley Museum south of Pittsburgh in Washington PA off I 79.
It’s been here for more than a year in the East Liberty neighborhood. Where have I been?
Driving back and forth from school each day, I’ve been passing this shop since it opened in September 2012.
Right there on Highland Avenue.
I know mornings when I drive by on the way to school it’s dark and of course closed
but I thought I had some keen observational skills. Ha!
Guess not! Missed this shop until….
I had the chance to go inside as I was a few minutes early for lunch. I met the shop owner Julia Reynolds, and purchased a unique, Made-in-USA , artist crafted item for a gift – so can’t reveal what I bought yet cause they might see it on the blog today.
The store itself is a work of art and cool design. You can check out the “unique handcrafted gifts“ here
A return trip is necessary to more photos so you can see some of the artists’ work. You’ll have to click the link to see the art!
Ringing up my sale and giftboxing with white and red baker’s string.
Took the one above when I got home as I liked the look of the little cube box tied with string.
Happy Fifth Birthday Maura Clare. November 17th 2008 was a very happy day in the family because you were born!Enjoy your day. Here are some of my favorite photos I chose for the blog today.
Buckeye Baby- Not even 24 hours old in this shot.
With her first dolly.
Maura doesn’t seem to mind her Grandma wielding the camera. Her sense of humor shines through.
Like a little fish in the water….
Lunch out in Virginia at Thanksgiving time a couple of years ago
Sitting on Uncle Frank’s running board with Mom, Erika.
Summer popsicles in Virginia
Sporting her brother’s ski mask
Big sister Anna had just fixed her hair for church
Playing on the swingset in the yard
Layers. Layers of cake. Seemed an easy theme to respond to – and I’m sure the layers of cake will be posted by many other bloggers.
The only problem with this week’s challenge is knowing when to stop adding photos of layers.
And then there’s the question of whether or not to have the photos “peopled” or “unpeopled”.
This took FIVE hours to make. Seriously. It has lived in my freezer for a time. Not a cake but created in a bundt pan with many layers of jello, some layers mixed with yogurt to get the different tint. When I taught visual arts I always had to remind the students the how to make a tint by adding white. No worries,this item it was not ingested.
Charlotte and Joel’s Valentine wedding cake with vintage cake topper from her grandparents who were married on Valentine’s Day, too.
The layer cake I baked for a photo shoot for a specific anniversary event at PERSAD- Steve took it to the office and everyone enjoyed it. There were two pounds of butter in it between the cake and the frosting.
Alexis and Jarrett’s first slice is missing in the one layer!
Vicky and Justin’s September cake. I posted this for the weekly challenge of purple, too.
Bobbi Jo and Tim’s Destiny Hill Farm wedding and their layered cake!
Laura and James’ cake November 12, 2011. Layers baked and decorated by Cake Dot. A pair of Etsy lovebirds on top.
Sweet challenge this week. Piece of cake.
Castle Shannon ,PA.
Castle Shannon Boulevard.
Ice Castle Arena. I’d driven around in the dark in unfamiliar territory, spending a few minutes on Castle Road, a reidential neighborhood NOT the right castle.
Here is Zamboni on Ice after the second period.
One of my students plays on the Carrick team and invited me to come and watch and bring my camera. I sent his mom the photos I took of him but am posting this one of the Zamboni driver, grooming the ice for the third period.
Or resurfacing as they say in the biz.
Zamboni biz. Kudos to Frank Zamboni (1901-1988) who invented this mighty machine.
Click here for his photo and the Zamboni story.