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My Grandmother Made This Too

 

 

 

 

 

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.

If you want to read a new crochet blog, my blogging friend Stef just started it (you read her comments on this blog perhaps) Click the link

This may be an example of tapestry crochet but I am sure a reader will set me straight.
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Chestnut Street Trolley Tracks

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.

trolley tracks


Thank a Teacher

On this  night before a new school year is about to start and the summer vacation and family visits are memories,  I was thinking about why I wanted to be a teacher in the first place.

I’m writing and posting these photos to pay tribute to wonderful teachers in my life.

In the 3rd grade I had an excellent teacher Grace Wagner from Dravosburg PA  who taught at Winchester- Thurston.   I found an alumni listing online Indiana PA Teachers College class of 1920.  Unfortunately I  can’t find the photo I have of her but plan to unearth it and post someday soon.  Who wouldn’t love a teacher who wrote this about their student.  I found it tonight in an envelope addressed to my parents, inside a deteriorating leather scrapbook.  Isn’t her handwriting beautiful? I am so grateful I discovered this report tonight before  school starts.  “she is able to put her gifts to good use” she wrote.  I feel encouraged once again as I hear her voice as I read the words she wrote in 1960-1961

Miss Wagner marked a 1 ( outstanding) for Play Spirit on the report card.   They don’t have that category on report cards anymore.

 

School Report

 

 

 

And here is Winona Stewart from Morris Plains Borough School in New Jersey.

Winona Stewart

In the sixth grade and also in the 7th and 8th grade I had a most wonderful teacher- Winona Stewart.  We had a Roman Banquet and she read The Human Comedy by William Saroyan aloud after lunch, and also The Incredible Journey by Sheila Burnford.  Every week we memorized a poem and recited it- The Solitary Reaper by William Wordsworth is one I remember well.   I took this photo of Mrs. Steward in 1966, the year I graduated from 8th grade.  When I lived in Germany and my own kids were young in the early 80’s, I found an address and wrote her a thank you note and told her how I remembered her reading aloud to our class and how she influenced my choice to get a Masters in Reading.  She wrote a beautiful note back to me and one of these days I bet I unearth it, too.  She collaborated with the next teacher I am going to mention.  We did a show called The Curse of Ra  as we learned about Egypt making a gold sarcophagus of papier mache and I was a dancing girl.  It all seemed so exciting and wonderful and fun!

Mr G.  is why I wanted to be an art teacher.  I had him in grade school AND High School.  I didn’t try to contact him soon enough as he was deceased when I though of it.

Arthur W Guenther.  He produced a movie with our 4th grade class called Around the World in 90 Minutes. I was from the Netherlands and we used real wooden shoes in the tulips.   I got a bit part in the French segment too, standing by a Kiosk, chatting away.  I remember Starr Kenyon went down the slide as if skiing.  Titi Moglia wore a kimono and had a fan and there were pink tissue paper cherry blossoms.  I wish I could see the movie again.

When I think of all his creativity,  I am in awe.

Mr. Guenther danced on Broadway in the show South Pacific with Mary Martin and showed us his scrapbook,

Arthur Guenther

 

Around the World in 90 Minutes

Mr. Guenther helped finish the monochrome portrait of me in 4th period oil painting class.  It hangs in my bathroom.

My granddaughter Anna asked this past week, “Why are you all green?:  and I started thinking about Mr Guenther and how he inspired me.

And here I am tonight, wondering if I can inspire someone as I start my new classes.

 

Ruth HEndricks Portrait

 

 

My father, Roy J. Hendricks (b. 1912-d.2002) was a teacher in a one room school in Illinois

Roy Hendricks Teacher

 

 

 

My mother Marian VanSickle (b. 1912- d. 2000)  was a teacher in a one room school in Illinois  That is my mom in the back row on the left.

Marian VanSickle

 

What teacher inspired you?

 

 


Anna Learns How to Polish Silver

The family came to Grandma’s house today.

The highlight of my summer!

And Anna likes to check things out around the place. We found a tarnished, dented silver rattle of her father’s from 1976.  It was badly tarnished.

I asked her if she’d like to learn how to remove the tarnish, talked about oxidation, and how to polish silver.  We found a few old baby cups that were up high on a kitchen shelf and seemed a bit fuzzy.  We got a ramekin and she poured the baking soda in and then the littlest bit of water to make a nice paste.  I found an old washcloth to rub the metal.  We added an apron for her and she polished away.

I have lots more tarnished silver if she wants to dig in.

And here is what she said to me as she polished away…..

   “Your dad would like that I am doing this.”

and I got a lump in my throat and tears in my eyes and thought, she is exactly right.

Silver Rattle After polishing

 

Anna at the sink with her father’s old rattle after she polished it!  WIsh we had taken the BEFORE shot with the old iPhone first!

baby cups on a hammered aluminum tray

Baby cups on my mom’s old hammered aluminum tray, awaiting polishing.

 

 


Sawdust on the Floor, Hot Pastrami on Rye, Six Foot Sandwich and Send a Salami

Katz’s Deli in the Lower East Side of Manhattan.

My sister took me there for lunch on Thursday.  We shared a hot pastrami on rye with both fresh and pickled pickles.   I’d never been to Katz’s before but would definitely go again.  Everyone gets a ticket upon entering.  You have to show it when you leave and pay, even if it is blank like mine was as Mary treated.

I sat at the table while she got in line for the carver to carve the meat.  I can tell you the sandwich was delicious. as were the accompanying pickles.

A huge menu and lots more to order but half a sandwich was plenty.  A nice woman let me photograph her matzoh ball but I didn’t think the photo looked good enough to post.

Before we went, Mary answered my query by googling and finding the chow hound telling the difference between pastrami and corned beef.

While we were there she pointed out the sawdust on the floor. Lots of celebrities photos and neon beer signs from floor to ceiling.

I’d heard of the slogan- Send a Salami to Your Boy in the Army but didn’t remember the song which is also my sister’s reference. Thanks Mary.

Neon sign at Katz's Deli

Sawdust on the Floor

Katz's Deli interior

A popular spot for lunch.  Fellow diners at the deli.

Pastrami on Rye

Hot Pastrami on Fresh Rye as photographed by my iPhone.

Two kinds of pickles

Two kinds of pickles. both delicious, iPhone shot again.

Six Foot Sandwich

You can order a six foot sandwich to go for $275

(Took this with the Canon 5D 50/ 1.2L  lens, no flash)

6 ft sandwich to go

Packing up the six footer in a special box.  Plenty of muster and mayo went with it.

Katz's Deli interior

Send a Salami

Send a Salami to Your Boy in the Army

Katz's Deli sign


Who You Gonna Call When Your Neon’s Ailing? The Neon Doctor

Neon.  An inert gas.  2/3 the density of air. When put into electric signs it glows, catches your eye. You can read about Neon Signs here.

Not sure how much neon signage you have in your neighborhood but there’s a lot around the city.

I was filling up my car’s gas tank and looked across the street.

After I screwed on the  gas cap, I got my camera out of my school bag. I had the long lens.

Another day I’ll go and visit the interior and ask if the Neon Doctor is in.

Good to know there’s a place that can restore and repair the neon signs.

Neon Doctor

From across the street. Shot with a Canon 70-200 lens L series.

Cropped shot.   I will get energized and go and actually visit the place after school one day.  Neon Signs int


What Laura and James Found While Digging in their Garden

It’s gardening season finally.  Planting grass seed.  Thinking about what vegetables to plant.  James and Laura were preparing their garden and found this Old School original Fisher-Price Little People® girl.  Wooden head.  Wooden body.

I think she got transferred from my son and his wife’s  house to my daughter and her husband’s  house.  Not by a bird but a grandchild.  Will have to check and see if the same girl is living in two homes.

Awhile ago I did a post on the various generations of the Little People® I’d come across at the family’s house in Columbus.

No worries about choking hazard when these were manufactured.  And here’s the crazy part.  I discovered a site that identifies the Little People®.

From what I could determine she’s from late 60s early 70s.  On the site she is listed as Occupation: Girl.  

Old School Fisher-Price Little People

 

 

 

I think they are a match!

 

Here are the three generations from the October 2011 post

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Black Pussywillow Branches Cast Wall Shadows

When we lived in Germany, we’d get  Pussywillow with fuzzy gray shapes along the branch and hang wooden eggs and rabbit ornaments to make an Easter Tree.

Add MediaI’d never seen Black Pussywillows until Wednesday night at my friend J’s home.  I was to take a photograph over to her and the evening  turned into an impromptu supper.  My crazy part is I went over without the picture I was to take.      J followed me back to my house after we ate and got the photograph to take back to her own home but she didn’t seem to mind.

 A great blog post  about this unusual looking plant is here. The Latin name (Salix gracilistylus ‘Melanostachys’)

 

Black Pussywillow

 I can’t remember the name/type of ceramic vase holding the branches. (Taken with the iPhone)


A Mother, Grandmother, Sister, Aunt and Friend- Remembering Theresa

Theresa Simok McDonald. 

She is going to be sorely missed.  Wednesday and Thursday the family gathered in at Aunt Linda’s and Uncle Frank’s house.  One neighbor next door brought over nut horns and apricot and cherry cookies, and the neighbor on the other side brought a Jell-o salad.   There was ham and bean soup and a tray of baked stuffed shells, haluski, a chicken, hoagies from the Triangle Bar and lots of salad and fruit.  There was laughter and tears and stories and sifting through the pictures of growing up.  A round of hugs and kisses and fresh tears at every greeting and farewell.   The family drove in from Ohio this afternoon.  Doing schoolwork at the kitchen table, the little ones watching a dinosaur movie in the family room.  Aunt Linda making everyone welcome with food and drink and hospitality.

A wonderful woman Allison at the Waterfront COSTCO printed an 8×10 memorial portrait just before closing time.

Friday the family will gather together at the  Memorial Service.

Family and friends will be received from 10- 11:30 a.m. on Friday at the THOMAS L. NIED FUNERAL HOME, INC., 7441 Washington St., Swissvale. A Blessing Service will be held at the funeral home on Friday morning at 11 a.m.
http://www.niedfuneralhome.com 
Send condolences at post-gazette.com/gb

Theresa,  the sister of my daughter-in-law Erika’s mother, Marlene.

Theresa had a great sense of humor and a beautiful spirit. She adored her granddaughter.  And one thing about Theresa,  she spoke her mind!

Didn’t mind if you didn’t agree with her point of view.  She’d present strong arguments for her stance.

Love and sympathy to all who loved her – dear daughters Shannon and Jaclyn and to her dear granddaughter Parker Rose.

And to her sweet sisters Linda, Marlene and Georgeann.  Rest in Peace, Theresa.

 

Ready to go to the wedding. Mother of the Bride Theresa

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The Four Sisters Picture   L to R  Georgeann, Linda, Marlene and Theresa

at Jaclyn and Mike’s wedding

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I love this photograph.  Don’t know who took it.    Left to Right-  Theresa, The Four Sisters’Mother Marion, Linda the Bride, Marlene and Georgeann

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Growing Up-   Mother Marion with Linda in the middle and Theresa on the left and Marlene on the right

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I took this one at Erika and Mark’s home

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Theresa with her daughters, Jaclyn and Shannon293433_1947228325903_3142736_n

With Granddaughter Parker Rose at her baptism.

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Raggedy Duo in Public Domain But Does Anyone Play With Them Nowadays?

Never used nowadays lately but had to look it up to be sure I spelled it correctly.

While in Ohio this past weekend, I was helping sort through some toys in the playroom.  Matchbox cars here, a duffel bag of puppets, strollers and baby dolls and a whole tub of action figures like Batman and Star Wars light sabers.  A box of wooden blocks.

The grandchildren are growing up and many of the younger toys aren’t being played with and room needs to be made for new ventures.

These Raggedy Ann and Andy dolls were gifts from Great Aunt Bobbie when Anna(9) was born.  They looked exactly the same way they have smiled at me for all these years. No change in expression.  Just grinning. They looked almost brand new.

I took them upstairs and set them up in my father’s old oak rocker which is now in Mark’s office.  They didn’t object to being photographed.  I started thinking about rag dolls and how they aren’t trendy and I wondered if people are still buying them.  These are lovingly handmade in Kansas City and  I think of them as classics.  Nostalgia sets in.   (more…)


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