The Schuylkill River. Philadelphia.
On my way back to Pittsburgh from New York after a nice Thanksgiving holiday with the family.
Here’s a shot taken Monday through a train window- #43 The Pennsylvanian – as we crossed over both the river and the Schuylkill Expressway.
My parents lived in Philadelphia 12 years but I lived there for only one of those years. A flood of nostalgia as the train rolled into Philly.
There are interesting place names (how about Wissahickon?) you don’t find anywhere else in the country. The river and expressway name always was hard for me to spell correctly. It’s that extra “L” in there. Turns out it’s a Dutch word meaning “hidden or skulking creek”
I dedicate this post to my fashionable friends.
Natalie- Personal Shopper and Closet Cleanse Specialist
Bernadette- Outfits Not Just Clothes
Shannon- Carpus Diem
My fashionable friends links to blogs and info in blue after their names.
Sculptor Transformed 100 year old Norway Maple Tree Stump into Revolutionary Wartime Presbyterian Minister
That lengthy title gives it all away -Another post of last week’s time in Philadelphia –
Sculptor and excellent ice carver, Roger Wing, transformed a 100 year old Norway Maple stump into an impressive likeness of Pastor George Duffield (b.1732-d.1790).
(Click Roger Wing Sculptor and you can see more examples of his amazing sculpture.)
Walking back to the hotel, I passed by The Old Pine Street Church Graveyard.
Architect Joseph G. Brin article details information about how this Revolutionary War Minister’s sermon inspired John Adams to sign the Declaration of Independence.
Well, they were marked.
Years of erosion have made many names difficult to read.
Poor Richard’s Almanac – Benjamin Franklin
Philadelphia architecture. A mixture of old and new. I.M. Pei – the architect of the Society Hill Towers. There are three towers of condos on five acres.
Ben Huberman of WordPress challenged bloggers to post an image that illustrated their State of mind.
We arrived in Philadelphia this afternoon.
Walking where my parents walked when they lived in the city of brotherly love. 1971-1983
Below the Theater of the Living Arts on South Street. The scene where my dad pushed his grandson Mark in a stroller and a Philadelphia magazine photographer captured them-
Seems like just yesterday (May 26, 1976) you arrived at Ireland Army Hospital – Fort Knox, Kentucky.
You were born exactly two years to the day from my graduation from college.
And suddenly, in a blink, it’s 38 years later!
I am proud of you and the wonderful man you have become. WOW. You have a beautiful family.
With love and gratitude on your birthday,
and of course I should have included the best present ever
Been on a bit of a Beatles kick lately….
The paper towel holder was smiling at me (to cheer fellow blogger Stef of Three Daily Delights ) three daily delights link. (
Stef comments faithfully)
Rodin Museum The Thinker
Iron work shadows on stoop
Hitching post and cobblestones
Greenhouse at night
iPhone pics from today’s walks
Regular camera photos to be uploaded at home when I’m back to computer
Guitar in window and a quote from John Lennon’s aunt
Steve and I drove out 290 miles after school. He’s going to a conference and Mary and I are making it a mini vacation. She’s back at the hotel but we hoofed it .6 miles to South Street to Jim’s Steaks
Here is a cheesesteak with
Yea, we ate organic cheddar from Mercer County on the drive out bit tonight it is Cheez Whiz , baby. No provolone.
Plenty of grilled onions
More for Philadelphia tomorrow