Columbus, Ohio. Charlie finished for the day.
Happy 18th Birthday dear Anna. May your birthday be the beginning of a wonderful new year. Sending much love to you on your day!
You can see how excited we all were the day you were born here in Pittsburgh.
A memory of Jack, wearing Matthew’s Superman cape.
Dragonfly Castle Toys‘ motto is No batteries, no screens, pure fun.
I went shopping at the toy store on Friday before I went to Clarissa Boutique.
The proprietor Nan told me her store is in one of the oldest buildings in the city of Pittsburgh. Built in the 1840’s. She and her husband, along with an architect, have done a ton of work to make it a beautiful place.
It’s located at 4747 Butler Street in Lawrenceville hours listed below. And you can shop online.
I was happy to find Rhodia notebooks and stationery from Florence in addition to potholder loops, a moon puzzle and some surprise stocking stuffers for future gift giving for the grandchildren. There’s something for every age, including adults.
Supporting small local business is a good thing.
Wed- Fri : 11:30 am – 7:00 pm
Sat : . . . . .10:00 am – 6:00 pm
Sun : . . . . . 1:00 pm – 5:00 pm
Mon – Tue: Closed
She’s on the left in her ruffled dress, her brother Robert next to her, then their mother Charlotte in the cloche hat, her brother John and their father Judd. I’m guessing on the date .
Taken in August
After our walk, my friends Jen snd I Went to have a coffee. There was a slice of of Earl Grey Tea Bread in the case and she’d had it before. Encouraged me to order snd try it . It was brought to the table with a generous amount butter and lemon zest on top.
We were at de Fer Coffee in the Strip District. And she was right. It was delicious. The butter slathered on top reminded me of the A.A, Milne poem the King’s Breakfast when the Dairymaid asks the Alderney “Don’t forget the butter for
The Royal slice of bread.” I’d say the cow did the butter spreading royally!
Remembering how my mother read aloud to me, this is a poem I can hear her voice recite the verses. Another she’d read with great expression was Milne’s poem Disobedience. I’d not thought of either in years.
Until the slice of bread arrived at the table in the coffee shop.
Funny how a slice of bread with lots of butter sparks a childhood memory of a poem being read aloud and the cadence and tone of a mother’s voice can come alive in your head, decades later.
Once my cousin John B wrote that my mother’s voice was mellifluous. I had to look it up!
Throwback Thursday from the archives.
I was trying to get a photo of the three grandkids in 2005.
I let them press the shutter release button on the cable.
All three of them will be in high school this fall. ( Well, in a couple of weeks! )
What a difference a year makes . From the archives