My friend Joanne sent me red, white and blue birthday party napkins, cupcake papers, glow bracelets, tiny fairie lights, and some fun hand-dyed sock yarn– labeled You’re a Grand Old Flag. Self striping. You know how I’ve been into sock knitting this year.
My being born (is that proper English?)on the Fourth of July inspires her selections. You might remember the cupcake tree she sent one year? That post has the 1-2-3-4 Cake Recipe .
How about those Red white and blue chocolate covered Sunflower seeds? Where do you find this stuff?
I’m back in Ohio and the kids are coming over to celebrate Monday. We will put the items to good use.
Thanks J. It’s going to be a happy birthday party. Can’t wait to knit the socks. And wear them!
My friend J found these dishes in a kitchen consignment store in Omaha-The Pot and Ladle.
J had them packed and moved with her when she relocated to Florida.
And then she wrapped them in bubble wrap and packed them herself in about eight boxes and shipped them to me in Pittsburgh.
When your birthday is the Fourth of July, people see red white and blue and think of you.
Last night I had house guests so got up and baked blueberry muffins with a container of greek yogurt (vanilla) and used one of the American Colonial plates (designed by Warren Kimble in 1997) When I looked up Warren Kimble it said he is “the best known living American Folk Artist”
(noticed I used the red, white and blue potholder I wove a few years ago)
Arrived back in Columbus and went straight to the hospital to see new grandson Charlie. Mark and his family (with all four kids) came to visit too and filled up the hospital room fast.
Ms. Stacee Ray keeps the hot funnel cakes cooking. (Yes, that is two e’s in Stacee)
Son Cedric told me he’s the muscles of the operation. I’m sorry I didn’t photograph him for the blog.
Earlier I asked if I might photograph Mr. Ron Ray of Fun’l Frenzy as he cut the strawberries. Knew he would make a great portrait for the people at work series! Thank you Mr. Ray.
Experimenting with camera settings.
Read more about the origin of Funnel Cake here
When we arrived, Erika suggested taking a photo of the place empty and then later after it filled up. Sounded like a good idea to me.
So here is what The Lakes Fourth of July celebration looked like Sunday night- June 29th.
Preparing the fireworks across the lake
Flags and crowd reflection
Parade of teenagers
The smell of gunpowder lingered in the humid air
During the fireworks- Michael on the right looks up at the sky filled with fireworks
Lots of teenagers in clumps, enjoying the festivities
WordPress puts out the Weekly Photo Challenge and this week it is UNIQUE.
I tried to find photos that seemed a tad quirky and not an everyday shot.
Some may be familiar to you if you follow the blog. One of a kind?
Fun to go fishing for some examples for unique.
Shoot where you are. Still Columbus. Actually, Galena, OH on Monday afternoon.
Took Murphy to the Vet down the road as he broke a toenail on his hind leg and was limping around. The family had swim championships and so Maura and I drove him up to Cheshire Road just before Sticky Fingers Ice Cream. (Isn’t that a terrific landmark?)
We were welcomed and Murphy was remembered from his last visit. Received a compliment on his good manners. He’s a popular guy. One of the women had an Airedale at home and seemed to enjoy talking with Murphy and trying to find his favorite scratching spots. He weighed in at 71.9 pounds.
We were invited right into an examination room, past the cats in the carriers and another dog with the same malady. Not much time waiting in the waiting room. Hooray.
Once in the exam room, I looked up and there on top of the cabinets, I saw this Canine Skeleton dressed for the Fourth of July. You know with a birthday on the 4th, one has an eye for Patriotic decor. This one was a stand out. I asked for permission to photograph it as I thought it illustrated a good sense of humor. Told them I had a blog. You know I’ll tell that to anyone who will listen. Ha!
I was told this is the first time the skeleton has been dressed in female attire!
One of the techs told me they change the costume for the different holidays when I asked about the decoration. She said I should see it at Easter. The teaching skeleton gets a lot of comments from what I hear. Reminded me of the Museum of Natural History. I looked it up and a dog has on average 319 bones. Obviously there is a wide range in dog breeds from Chihuahua to Mastiff. No one knew the origin of this skeletal model but you can purchase anatomical sets (I saw on the google search) I am including a link to a canine quiz about dog anatomy and the three skeletal systems, sponsored by Ohio State University. You know how teachers like to learn stuff and share. I didn’t even know there were three skeletal systems. It’s pretty interesting.
Murphy did well and he’s sporting a bandage that will come off tomorrow.
Thanks to Dr. Carrie St. Clair at Don R Mann, DVM, Inc. for such excellent care.
But I really grew up in New Jersey. New York always sounded better to me and I have held onto that fact all these years. Joisey, the Garden State, just didn’t seem as cool.
Yes, it is my sixtieth birthday today. YIKES! We were supposed to drive to Roanoke VA but power outages from the bad storm last Friday knocked that plan out! You’ve seen a lot of my life these past three years on the blog. The art room adventures, some knitting, my pleasure in the eating and making of food, my family, the city, my travels, and as Arlene says, the ordinary- making it interesting!
I have been talking about turning sixty since I turned fifty-nine last year. Go figure.
My friend Mary Ann told me someone asked her if she was afraid to turn sixty and she told me her response was, “I’m afraid to NOT turn sixty” Many are denied the chance.
If you are born on the Fourth of July you receive a lot of red, white and blue presents. One has to post a little red white and blue on the Fourth of July so here are the two free marzipan macarons you receive when you buy the dozen at Jean-Marc in Millvale*
And then there is this prize winner of my wonderful haircut and chubby cheeks, I think I was three, This picture is stuck in one of those “magnetic” photo albums- meaning nasty glue that ruins your photo and you can’t remove it- EVER.
And here is what I looked like last week in the heat at the Pirates Game in Pittsburgh with my three year old granddaughter Maura. A nice woman filling the ketchup dispenser came over and asked it I wanted her to take it of us. She enjoyed seeing Maura enjoy her cone and I had photographed her eating it (of course). I don’t get in many photos which is just as well at this point. But when I think about what makes me happy in my life, my family is at the top of the list. I am fortunate indeed.
Here is a picture a first grader drew of me last year which I photographed on my phone. I am so glad I documented this artwork cause on the rough days and the long days of teaching art in the city, I can read her inscription at the bottom.
Ms. Hendricks is my hero.
It doesn’t get any better than that!
And I found this next photo in New York City when I visited my sister a couple months ago. Once I was visiting a family friend, Naomi, in a home and she said told me how she would think of all she was grateful for in her life and when she focused on a theme of gratitude she just couldn’t feel bad about anything. I remember her words and she died shortly after the visit. It is easy to forget to be grateful. Once I read about thinking three things you are grateful for each day, right before you go to sleep and I try to remember.
I am grateful to my family, friends, fellow bloggers and followers and wonderful commenters who have encouraged me in my photography, blogging and writing.
Today is a very happy birthday! I am surrounded by my family who love me.
Thanks everyone. (And Happy Birthday Suzanne who shares the date!)
*Here is a shot of Millvale,PA taken the day I bought the macarons!
We all said they don’t make sparklers like they used to when we were kids. Isn’t that what old people say about the present state of things?
The kids had a blast running around with the dangerous spark and flame-spewing sticks. A familiar smell of gunpowder. Smoke trails across the lawn.