From the archives. February 2016


From the archives. February 2016
Philadelphia. Reading Terminal Market And yes, they do mail order.
Chocolate Covered Onions- Yes or No?
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.
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.
The wind made the flags billow and flap, making snapping sounds.
Unlike the Harmonist Cemetery I posted yesterday, these graves are marked.
Well, they were marked.
Years of erosion have made many names difficult to read.
Ben Huberman of WordPress challenged bloggers to post an image that illustrated their State of mind.
We arrived in Philadelphia this afternoon.
Delancey Street cobblestones at dusk.
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-
Thirty nine years ago.
PA turnpike memorabilia display while at the Service Area.
This could come in handy during election year.
Seeing light on the other side of cascading water in our hotel lobby. Cloudy, blurred, fluid, relaxing to watch.
Dear Mark,
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,
Your Mom
and of course I should have included the best present ever
Been on a bit of a Beatles kick lately….