Freeport Road in Aspinwall. All traffic stopped. No young geese splatted on this busy road today. Goose is such a funny word.
And to make today’s post slightly more interesting check out TheFreeDictionary
1. n. a silly oaf; an oaf. Oh, I’m such a silly goose!2. tv. to (attempt to) poke something, such as a finger, in someone’s anus. Freddy tried to goose me!3. n. an attempt to goose someone. (As in sense 2) He tried to give me a goose.4. tv. to rev up an engine; to press down hard on the accelerator of a car. Why don’t you goose the thing and see how fast it’ll go?5. n. an act of suddenly pressing down the accelerator of a car. Give it a good goose and see what happens.
McGraw-Hill’s Dictionary of American Slang and Colloquial Expressions Copyright © 2006 by The McGraw-Hill Companies, Inc. All rights reserved.
- (you) silly goose
- a goner
- a wild goose never laid a tame egg
- a wild-goose chase
- can’t say boo to a goose
- cook goose
- cook someone’s goose
- get goose bumps
- get goose flesh
- get goose pimples
- golden goose
- gone coon, a
- gone goose
- goose bumps
- goose egg
- goose pimples
- goose up
- Kill the goose that lays the golden egg
- kill the goose that lays the golden eggs
- not say boo to a goose
- one’s goose is cooked
- sauce for the goose is sauce for the gander, what’s
- send on a wild-goose chase
- silly as a goose
- silver goose
- the goose hangs high
- what’s good for the goose is good for the gander
- What’s sauce for the goose
- What’s sauce for the goose is sauce for the gander
- wild goose chase
- wild-goose chase
- wouldn’t say boo to a goose
In our hotel parking lot – Austin, Texas
1957 Chevy -these cars were called gassers -made for drag strips and racing. (Click Gassers for info)
NYC- Spring Break. Spotted by my sister as we walked by.
They looked even more precarious in person, though, as you stood below and looked up!
It’s registered in her name. In fact, if I got the story right, Aunt Linda is the one who negotiated and bought this beauty at a car show in Ohio.
What a jewel. Look at the pristine condition.
1953 Ford Crestline Victoria V8- 1953 was the 50th anniversary of Ford, I read. “Power steering and power brakes were being added to this line”.
This model is a year younger than me!
I was up in the neighborhood Friday night and I called and asked if they were eating supper. “Not yet”, said Uncle Frank.
So I went to photograph the car but alas, it’s in the garage as it’s getting to be winter weather here.
And it was suppertime. I did get a few detail shots inside the garage. A big pot of vegetable soup was shared with me and Steve and as I drove us home, I promptly forgot all the little details about the car and should have written them down.
Thank goodness Linda had a photo . Here is the photo that Aunt Linda took of the new aquisition. She calls the color salmon.
Aunt Linda had photographed the car another day and was able to send it to me via her phone right then and there.
Originally posted in 2011. Uncle Frank with his 1955 Ford Pickup – see the new engine in gallery above
Not Jay Leno yet but here is Uncle Frank with his 1933 Plymouth on a different 2011 blog post that still gets a lot of hits,
My sister’s visiting our brother in Okanogan WA and has sent a few pics from her phone. It’s considered “high desert”.
I wish I were with them.
Here are bins of firewood, stacked, ready to burn to keep warm this winter
The other day she sent a pic of these delicious peaches
like a car graveyard
Photographing four kids together can be tricky and exasperating, trying to get everyone looking pleasant simultaneously.
The first photo is one solution. Take them from behind!
Seems easier with the distraction and props of shiny new cars at the Columbus Car Show. Pretty good cooperation. Especially when they weren’t really thinking about me and my camera! Listening to the finer points of this Mustang by Ford
They were smiling and posing for their Dad in this one. He bought a couple of raffle tickets to win the Cobra, supporting Cystic Fibrosis Foundation.
The interior of the Rolls Royce. This was behind a barrier. No one got to touch it, let alone sit inside it.
Headed for home.
Do you remember seeing Uncle Frank’s Chevrolet (1953) when he was just putting the engine in?
Here’s what it looks like now after all the work (love) he has put into it! Shot from the passenger window- the interior.
I was filling up the tank and a stink bug started crawling up the car window. Caught his climb with the iPhone and the reflection of the parked car and building make for an interesting perspective. At least to me. He is definitely a bit soft on the focus but I still liked the composition. Plus he looks about the size of the other car! BIG!
Converted to black and white to accompany this discovery.
A bit of research on the web and I found the photograph of the Fiore Family in their Larimer Meat Market.
I drove by just before sunset and was surprised to find some buildings missing. The ground covered with hay. And then I spied this wonderful sign. What a gift. Larimer used to be densely populated with Italian immigrants but this area is fairly desolate now. Vacant lots were restaurants and shops used to be. There are still homes in the area but lots of spaces in-between of what used to be there. About a mile from my house.
Only the automobiles in the photo give it a date. TODAY.
I hope some of their descendants find this post and write a comment.
copied and pasted from a Google Search.