At the Museum

I let Charlie set the pace.

We went to the Carnegie Museum of Art and the Natural History Museum today.

He was allowed to touch the Meteorite and the Stalagmite and Yes , I bought him a Dirt Cup with a gummy dinosaur on top

Charlie was a was a terrific museum goer.

We are so svelte in this mirrored
***Heart Pavilion*** sculpture by ***Dan Graham***

We decided we enjoyed the **National Aviary** birds who were alive and breathing, more than these stuffed specimens.

August 11, 2025 by Ruth Categories: Art, PhotographyTags: childhood, CMOA, dinosaurs, family, gems, grandson, minerals, museum, Natural History, photography, Pittsburgh, postaday 18 Comments

Happy Birthday Laura

August 6, 2025 by Ruth Categories: PhotographyTags: birthday, childhood, Columbus OH, daughter, family, memories, photography, postaday 16 Comments

I used to have a blog called Keep or Pitch. I’d put up a photo of an item in my house and take a vote. Keep or Pitch? The idea was to move items out the door, to the curb, downsize, discard. A few blog readers received a ceramic squirrel, a book. I only regret mailing off some quilt pieces.

But here are the farmyard animals in a cloth, smoked ham bag from yesteryear.

They have been with me for 48 years so far

I’ve blogged these rubbery farm animals twice before in 2010 and 2018 with the title What I couldn’t throw out.

Well here we are in 2025.

And they resurfaced.

Again.

TAG: FARM ANIMALS

WHAT I COULDN’T THROW OUT

First posted almost 8 years ago. Mark is now 42.

The kids all grown up and gone now, I’m still going through stuff in my house. Trying to clean it all out.

These animals with their faces, ugh.

Do you find it easy to throw things out?

From 2010.

WHAT I COULDN’T THROW OUT

Purchased in 1977 in New York City at Creative Playthings. Rubbery farm animals. Nice to clutch and carry around when you’re almost two. I bought them for baby Mark who’s 34 now. Maybe the paint is unsafe for the grandchildren, plus they have a hole in their stomach so whatever dirt and mold in the basement the past 20 years is living inside them. I put them in the contractor bag to drag to the curb and I swear the cow’s eyes looked at me.

I took them out.

Photographed them.

Editors note: 2025. Mark is 49’now