You can check it out, who invented the sippy cup. But is is unverified so did not add it to the post. These waiting cups on the kitchen counter caught my eye when we visited Amy’s house.

You can check it out, who invented the sippy cup. But is is unverified so did not add it to the post. These waiting cups on the kitchen counter caught my eye when we visited Amy’s house.


Okay the waders are for fishing. But what about the potato? Just sitting there in the parked truck Saturday morning.

Choose your flavor. Even though it was a fall day with the leaves blowing all over the South Side, these empty cones looked inviting.

I think it was the platform shoe. I tried to imagine the owner of the missing limb. One day I saw a blue plastic crucifix and a spork on the ground by the dumpster. Photographed that on my phone. When I travel between buildings and arrive I am frequently amazed at the trash contents that spill over the edge onto the ground. Used a wax paper sandwich bag to pick it up and photograph later in the afternoon as had to get to class- so it was not in its original spot but I was worried someone else would delight in the unusual found object.

Steam Shovels live on in storybooks as Mary Anne in the Mike Mulligan and His Steam Shovel by Virginia Burton. Modern day road work accomplished by high tech vehicles. This one parked by the side of the road as they install a Traffic Light at the corner of Old State Road and Lewis Center Road.

Another view from yesterday’s story- Baby Doll’s sister in her box since 1979. Anna(6) set up the dolls for me to photograph and added the birthday card.

You can see which is which. Baby Doll belonged to Erika(b. 1975) and is well loved by daughter Anna(b.2003). The same doll came up on Ebay and arrived in Ohio for Anna’s 6th bday. Smells a bit musty, like a basement or forgotten closet. Sister Dolls separated at birth in the Fisher-Price Factory. Now living together after a thirty year separation.

I’ve fought off invisible germs for weeks now. I cancelled tonight’s plans. All day at school I’d cough, wash my hands. A tear leaked down my cheek. I drove straight to Ruggeri’s Food Shoppe on Northumberland and Shady. Bought the mother remedy. Came home, heated up the soup and applesauce, drank the juice, opened a waxy sleeve of saltines. Placed it all on the hammered aluminum tray. Comforted my cold misery with the salty broth and parsley bits floating. It could be Seagram’s Vernor’s or this time Canada Dry. Missing my mother. Missing my mothering with all the family grown and gone. Came home with a brown grocery bag containing the ingredients for healing at least my spirits if not the sniffles. In bed for an hour already. It is 6:35 PM.

Purchased in 1961 from Mrs. Notowicz’s Gift Shop. All the figurines sat on glass shelves on the sunporch of their home next to Morris Plains Borough School, Speedwell Avenue. This mother dog and her nursing pups was the one I longed for. And bought. And have kept all this time. Barely noticed most years. Hardly dusted. Photographing these fine items allows decision making as it is time to pare down possessions. Paul Notowicz, grade school and high school classmate, we loved your mother’s gift shop.
