He was abandoned last week. Now he’s sitting up in a doggie stroller with a squeaky toy and LOTS of attention from his new owners. One lucky dog!
He was watching the Etna Memorial Day Parade on Monday. I included some parade highlights so you can see what George saw.
And here is George with his favorite squeaky toy. He is very happy dog.
Nothing like a marching band to get the parade going! Anchors Aweigh they played.
Some of the Veterans
Firefighters from surrounding communities
I am created a Flickr album of the Etna Memorial Parade if you want to see if you are in one of the images. https://www.flickr.com/gp/ruth_e/6z3yA8
Saturday moring around nine, I was driving through the Strip District and saw green in every direction.
Ahhh, St.Patrick’s Day Parade!
How could I have forgotten. Parked the car and got out in the rain and realized all I had was my cell phone camera.
Everyone was so nice when I asked if I could photograph them. The rain didn’t dampen their spirits.
Twenty-seventh parade !
Ladies of the AOH Auxilary Sue and Marian
Hanging up green merchandise. Love the shades.
The Parade Marshall. He thought I was lost. So nice.
This group has placed first in their category!
Pitsburgh Allderdice High School Marching Band
Mike Feinberg Party Supplies Window
Miniature Schnauzer Winston with a green bandana
My friend V said let’s go to the Renaissance Festival. She’d been with her niece more than a decade ago and they’d enjoyed it so much they went the next year. She saw it on the news.
We looked it up in the paper, got the details and set out for a fun Sunday, the last day before the students start school!
It was like taking a trip back in time. And a good photo opportunity.
Too bad I left my camera battery charging in the wall at home so I couldn’t use my camera. Yep. A cell phone captured the day.
This nice festival goer said that the festival is a break from his mundane reality,
Today’s post is primarily people. A few animals. Or people and animals. The food highlights will be a separate post. Stay tuned for a Deep Fried Buckeye. No, I didn’t eat it but someone let me photograph theirs.
I accompanied two moms and seven children! We had a wonderful afternoon. Perfect summer day. Last year our visit to the fair was cut short by a severe thunderstorm. If you are new to the blog you can check it out here
Fans from the egg farmers- outside the Taste of Oho Pavillion- four of them are my grandchildren. Three are their friends.
Thanks for letting me photograph your shirt in the Taste of Ohio Pavillion
No, not going to guess my weight or age today!
Union General from the Civil War Encampment checks out the cowgirl boots
Being taken back to the livestock/ stall area after showing
Abe Lincoln chats with fairgoers
Cowgirl Boots galore
Posting a No Firearms sign on the Dairy Pavillion
Jack and Drew talk to the Pirate about missing treasure
At the Cardinal gate.
Bent traffic cone and Ohio State Trooper giving directions
Jack milked a cow. Why he put the sticker on his mouth is beyond me.We did not put it there!
Watching the pig races
Weaving a scarf
Rousing band music
Checking the bags of wool
The horse barn
Sleeping near the livestock
Waiting in line to milk the cow
Looking down the walkway lined with horse stalls
Exhausted. This woman takes a nap on the grass.
Perfect summer day. Last year our visit to the fair was cut short by a severe thunderstorm. If you are new to the blog you can check it out here
There- I put it right in the title – Horse Piss Beer- so there are no surprises about the photo of the day. I try to keep things family friendly on the blog but this is about family.
My son Mark is on business in Kentucky and sent me this on the phone tonight. He’s near Lexington. I love when my family sends me a photo and says “for the blog” and the other reason I’m posting-
My dad always told us that beer tasted like horse piss. I think that was to make us not want to drink it. Now he was born in 1912 in Farmersville Illinois and grew up on a farm that included horses but I doubt he actually tasted the urine from any horse. My parents didn’t drink but my father’s father surely did and that is why my dad did not. So maybe he knew what he was talking about, the taste was like the scent? One of the reviews of the beer said it smells like tomatoes.
This is not an endorsement for drinking this golden colored brew ( I went and read a few reviews and am not seeking a sample!) but their website states
“Horse Piss Beer is dedicated to helping others. A percentage of the sales of the beer and merchandise will be donated to help disabled jockeys and adoption programs for our equine friends.”
My father and his warnings about the taste of beer made me feel my dad was sending me a message with Mark’s photo. Seriously. And so I share it with you.
and a photo I took in a backyard at a birthday party almost two weeks ago (thanks BJ and T)
When the kids visit their grandparents in Virginia, they love to feed the horses next door carrots and apples. Marlene must have had ten pounds of carrots for our stay! The neighbors are generous with allowing all the children to visit the animals at the barn, too. You might remember the pigs. The grass was so high from all the rain in was hard to see the bare feet!
The fence where we took Christmas card pics last Thanksgiving.
Maura feeds the mini horse a carrot.
Not sure what Michael is communicating to the horses or they to him……
The next morning, saying good bye. Horses keeping cool in the shade of the woods.
and the much used but almost always successful running grandchildren shot.
They really respond to on your mark, get set, GO. Must be all that swim team practice and meets!
The four of them are making my summer vacation a lively one!
My sister Mary sent me a New York Times article by Lisa W. Foderaro about the restored B and B Carousel in Coney Island.
The restoration took place in Marion, Ohio and took more than five years. We took the subway/train out to Coney Island on Tuesday morning and found where the horses were located.
As we approached the carousel pavilion’s new location along the boardwalk, we were surprised at the giant lettering in bright colors. The horses had real horsehair tails! The special lead horse was carved to commemorate Lincoln’s Centennial of his birth(1909) by famous carver Marcus C. Illions.
There was a paper sign taped on the lead horse with the Lincoln relief, NO RIDERS but the carousel attendant asked if I would like for him to take it off so I could photograph it. Very nice. I’m showing the ornate horse with the paper sign, too.
A carousel bench before restoration with all the layers of paint and after restoration is shown below.
Each horse had a unique expression and markings. We enjoyed the ride and had great fun. (And the restrooms are clean and colorful with confetti-like decor)
The lead horse carved to honor Lincoln’s Centennial of his birth in 1909 by Macus C. Illions
Carousel Bench BEFORE restoration
Carousel Bench AFTER restoration
Carousel Pavillion workers adding the lightbulbs on the letters
And another article about the horses being sent to Marion Ohio.
They were lovingly and expertly restored at Carousel and Carvings, by owner Mr. Todd W. Goings.
You might remember that Mary and I rode Jane’s Carousel in DUMBO (Brooklyn) during my Spring Break from school.
Forward on the soccer team? Forward as in pushy, aggressive?
I’m thinking FORWARD motion cause that is what I came up with as I skimmed through my photos.
The Weekly Photo Challenge seems like a real challenge to me this week. Guess I am taking the word Forward, literally. The sensation of moving up, plowing ahead, going forward. Here are the photos I chose for the theme FORWARD. (I like to think a bit of blur illustrates the forward motion! HA!)
Trying the new option, well new to me…..click to see the photos. Let me know if it works. (more…)
One of my favorite things is to receive a photo from someone. They saw it and thought of me and the blog or just saw it and thought it was something I would like to see too. Mary sent me this one and when I asked she said I could use it she said okay.
Just yesterday Rufus was writing about the last of the neighbor’s fresh tomatoes. He was concocting the great looking shrimp tacos. He mentioned being told about a mystery ingredient for their growing so well and his neighbor has horses. Hmmmmm. My sister sent this sign two days before. Seemed like a good link to a similar topic. Horse #@%*! In Pittsburgh there are signs about dog owners being responsible for picking up after their dogs and if not a $300 fine will be charged. I have never seen a ticket issued and I live across the street from the park.
But this is not about dogs and their irresponsible after they do their business. This is about the sign my sister found in New York City and photographed and sent to me. It is about wondering the size of bag/container one would need to do such a task. And wondering where they put the matter once it is cleaned up. And what the price of a fine might be in New York City if someone did not comply.