Goodbye to the O – Original Hot Dog Shop- Oakland Pittsburgh

My friend Roberta sent me a Post-Gazette article this evening, An elegy to the ‘O’: A beloved hot dog shop closes after 60 years written by Mick Stinelli and Dan Gigler. It told about the sad and sudden closing of The Original Hot Dog Shop. A long time late night favorite in the heart of Oakland adjacent to University of Pittsburgh. Upon closing they donated “7 tons of potatoes to charity”. (They were famous for their fries)

We’d get a couple of hot dogs and share the huge order of fries, sometimes before a Poetry Reading at Hemingway’s. Or after. No matter what time you ate there, it was a familiar and reliable taste and experience.

Here’s a photo I took of the landmark from a 2010 blog post.

Virtual Knitting Assistance

As it turned out, my friend had her heel flap stitches picked up perfectly for the start of the sock’s gusset. She’s on her third pair of socks. The question was – which needle to knit with as she knit up the side. She’d been making the sock with two 16” circulars. She’d been picking up the heel flap stitches onto a separate double point needle, thanks to Roxanne Richardson’s method on YouTube. I had to see it to understand what she was asking me.

We’d tried to solve it on the phone, with words. So difficult to visualize.

A month ago she would have popped up to my house and I would have been able to do hands-on help. With social distancing and isolating that wasn’t possible.

I’m in my living room, she’s at her house. She was able to show me what the issue was. And with some camera work and focus help (thanks Jack). we found the solution?

A Face Time call.

She really would have been okay with what she was doing, just needed the reassurance what she was doing was correct. It came out just fine!

Famous knitter Elizabeth Zimmerman said

“Knit on with confidence and hope through all crises.”

Elizabeth Zimmermann, Knitting Without Tears: Basic Techniques and Easy-to-Follow Directions for Garments to Fit All Sizes

 

Salutation to the Dawn

A friend sent this beautiful video to me in a text.

After I pressed the arrow, the video began to play.

I knew it would come.

I was patient.

Expectant.

You have to wait for it. I thought of past sunrises I’ve seen in person on other beaches. Alone or sometimes with friends or family.

He captured the scene perfectly, with zero camera shake. I thought I’d post it for Silent Sunday but then I remembered in Sixth grade we had to memorize and recite The Salutation to the Dawn

Salutation to the Dawn

Listen to the salutation to the dawn,

Look to this day for it is life, the very life of life, 

In its brief course lie all the verities and realities of our existence. 

The bliss of growth, the splendour of beauty, 

For yesterday is but a dream and tomorrow is only a vision, 

But today well spent makes every yesterday a dream of happiness and every tomorrow a vision of hope. 

Look well therefore to this day. 

Such is the salutation to the dawn.

. -Sanskrit

Coincidence Discovered at Five AM Thursday

My friend Kristin in Florida looked at my blog post Absent Friends Not Forgotten at five am Thursday.

Was she ever surprised.

She sent me the photo on the right of her college ring  (U of Florida) in the exact same ceramic box.

No, we did not give the little boxes to one another.

 

Absent Friends Not Forgotten

Found my high school ring in this little ceramic box today. Not that I was looking for it. There were parts of earrings from yesteryear, too.
June’s fiftieth reunion will require rescheduling. I’m sure.

Reports from Joanne in St. Augustine Florida – Guest Blog

Here is what is happening with my friend Joanne in St. Augustine.

A guest blog report in gallery form.   It was actually Joanne’s  idea to post photos from friends in different locations showing what they have been doing as they shelter in place and are isolated from friends and family.  Since she has been updating me daily I’m a bit overwhelmed cause she has been doing A LOT.   Her to do list and the documentation of it is lengthy.  Here are some of the photos that tell the story of her activities in St. Augustine Florida (where my sister and I visited just last month) Thanks for sharing Joanne.  I am posting your crossword still life first.

It tells a story all by itself. She titles them Isolation Day Activities.  Here’s the gallery with her photos.  One thing I can tell you for sure is that is a lot brighter where she is than Pittsburgh PA.

These photos were taken throughout the week, not just one day. Phew!

Then she and Dan visited through a sliding glass door window

Colleen’s Day in Nova Scotia -Guest Blog

Colleen sent a few photos of what she is doing at her home in Nova Scotia. Our friend Joanne in Florida thought it would be interesting to see what people are doing as they  “shelter in place.”  if you’ve followed this blog for six years you might remember Colleen’s cookbook collection post.  Thanks Colleen what a colorful and beautiful quilt.

What are you doing today?  Send photos.

 

Key Lime on Graham

After lunch summer treat, shared with a friend.

One of Leona’s Ice Cream Sandwiches, cut in half at the deli counter.

Perfect for us to share.

An ice cream sandwich with pizazz.   

The freezer case with so many choices   

the Ice Cream is lactose-free  http://www.leonaspgh.com/flavors

Planted in 1963, Our Family Christmas Tree

A friend drove over from Morristown to Morris Plains (New Jersey) today. It’s where I spent a decade of my growing up.

Photographed this evergreen for me. Sent me the photo. Between 40 and 50 feet tall now. Wow!

I was wondering if it was still there after all these years.

We had a live tree with the roots encased in a burlap sack just that single year. I remember how we watered it and of course it was really heavy to get out of the living room.

Usually we’d get a cut tree, close to Christmas Eve. You know the ones- sometimes hard to get level in the metal stand or the base of the trunk is too thick so you get a metal bucket and some rocks, the fresh trees that drop needles before Epiphany, or you grab the trunk and are dripping with sappy gum. These real trees evoke Christmas of yesteryear with the pine fragrance. Not a candle or soap or air freshener. True woodsy clean fresh pine along with a tangerine peel says Christmas to me.

This Christmas tree was planted behind St.Paul’s Church in Morris Plains where our dad was the rector. We lived in the Rectory across the street.

The photographer prefers anonymity to a photo credit but I’m grateful for the effort and can’t wait until my brother and sister see this magnificent tree. Thank you.

Happy memories.

The Hendricks Family Christmas (1963) Tree today. 2-10-19