I love it when the family calls on FaceTime or SKYPE. Makes them seem so much closer.
I should crop me out of this one but I took this photo by pressing the home button and the top button.
Granddaughter Anna was speaking with me via a device as her Mom looks on.
The light on her face seemed so nice.
She wrote to me and sent the photo of the sign below.
Thanks for your contribution to the blog today, Tanja.
“My summer vacation I was in Istria, in a small town called Bale and I attended at the Jazz Festival. During the festival, a small cafe near the place where the festival was held, had put the sign in the front of the cafe. The sign was something that I have never seen before so I took a photo. Maybe you will find it interesting too.”
I thought it was a real challenge. (I guess that’s the point of the challenge) Some are easier to find just the right photos in response.
Seems as if you were just making your entrance at dawn, not so very long ago. I remember going to school after you were born and how excited everyone was for me. I had just gotten my first digital camera so I could take your photo.
Happy 11th Birthday dear Granddaughter Anna Catherine.
Hope you like the photos I selected for your birthday post. Except for the sock monkey and Henry, it is just YOU this year!
How about that? love you, your Grandma, FF Ruthie
At the Farmer’s Market, I saw bunches of Cosmos and my grandmother Hendricks came to mind.
She used to grow them. I bought a bouquet and put them in a vase.
They just look “old fashioned” to me.
This is the grandmother who taught me to knit. My father’s mother.
When I was at Laura and James house, I took this photo of the tag on the afghan they have in their living room.
Her name was Mary Alta but she went by Alta. I have never met anyone else named Alta.
My appreciation for all things handmade and knit was passed down.
Recently I was led to open the back of her Book of Common Prayer and found this list in her hand.
Here is a list of 26 afghans she knit for others when she was in the Nursing Home in Taylorville Illinois.
I’m Ruthie, Mark is my son and Marian is my Mother and “Roy’s Mary” is my sister.
My sister-in-law Bobbie, sent this afghan below (one my grandmother made) to Laura and James. An heirloom gift
The blue one is the one she made for me. Her knitting is just beautiful.
On the way to school, I drove up McArdle Roadway to Mount Washington.
This is shot from the Duquesne Incline Platform. A blanket of October 1st fog.
Almost a Wordless Wednesday.
One more for the Nighttime challenge.
Jack’s and Club Cafe on 12th and Carson Street on the South Side, Pittsburgh.
Club Cafe is known for the live music- Oct 2nd it’s Peter Case with The Damaged Pies
BTW Jack’s is open 7 AM – 2AM, 11AM-2AM on Sunday, 365 days year- you can shoot pool in the back and there’s a jukebox.
Steelers fans watch their team fairing poorly against the the Miami Dolphins. Sitting through it while it snowed.
Steelers fans exhibit incredible endurance.
The park bench and tree endure the winter snowfall.
A billboard tribute to Bob and Chris. Happy 40th Anniversary.
from the early 1900’s, Marcus Illions carved carousel horse at Coney Island
New York City endures
Makes me think of a crowd and my blog theme- ” place with a trace of humanity”