Sunday, March 30, 2008
First off, know that I haven’t been into the city since 9/11. At first I was too freaked out about it and my drive home from Chicago that day, and then it just became overwhelming to go. But with the draw of great friends waiting for me, I was determined to just do it.
I took the 8:30 train to NYC, the speedy Acela and I upgraded myself to 1st class, spoiled brat that I am. But it was great, and a very relaxing trip to Penn station. The minute I got to Penn station, and started walking to find a taxi, I had a New York experience. A well dressed woman came up behind me and asked if I was looking for a cab. When I said yes, (but probably looked suspicious) she said “I’m not going to rob you, the cabs are in that direction. And yes, there was a taxi stand sign. She kept walking behind me saying “I’m not going to rob you, I’m just trying to help” and then started to tell me how she was homeless and needed to get her 13 year old daughter to a doctor, and had I ever heard of chapter 13 etc, etc, etc. Unless she had just robbed a rich woman and taken her clothes, this was no homeless person. Waiting for the cab, I looked up and this was the first thing I saw waving in the wind.
The fabric store is tiny, tiny and I usually order on line, but am glad that I got to see their fabric up close. Beautiful stuff, and oh so tempting.
Then the best part, meeting Hilary and Laurie.
My cousin and her daughter were waiting for me at the Tenement museum, so Lau and I took a cab down there and met them.
Lot’s of random NYC shots. . This Tasti delight just caught my eye.
I didn’t get to Pearl Paints, or to Tinsel Trading..but next time I will.
A quick trip to Penn Station, caught the train home and really started to crash about ½ way home. I needed to lie down and stretch out. I was overtired. I was cranky and hungry. I actually don’t really remember driving home – but I did have both windows open to keep me awake. I came into the house, taking my clothes off on the way upstairs and slept for 12 hours.
Friday, March 28, 2008
Thursday, March 27, 2008
I am also meeting a friend who is coming in from California for the weekend, being a native New Yorker she loves to get her city jolt. She and I went to kindergarten together, were in the same classroom when we heard that Kennedy had been shot, went thru grade school, junior high and high school together, listened to the Beatles together, sometimes went to the same colleges, and summer camps. Alot of history between us two. She is short and curly haired and vivacious and I was taller, always quieter, and loved to follow her around. She would dash into trouble like you wouldn't believe, and I'd be right behind making more trouble ( in my quiet way). We liked the same guys sometimes and I remember that she dated Donny Most in high school, but I think she'll deny that. She is a wonderful artist, illustrator and writer and always wrote wonderful poetry and stories.
When I think back to our childhood, it isn't rosy but it was happy and Brooklyn was a great place to grow up. H lived in a small two bedroom, 1 bathroom apartment, with a tiny kitchen, living room and dining room...and she lived there with her parents and maternal grandparents. The house was always immaculate, and H had her room carved out in a small section of the apartment. I was jealous cause she had her own room, and I had to share mine with my brother. Can you imagine some kids today living in crowded conditions? Her grandma kept kosher in a tiny kitchen. No dishwasher of course. And her father was a wonderful artist who did religious incredibly detailed pencil drawings - his drawing table was in the bedroom. We'd meet on the corner to walk to grammar school, junior high and then high school. We'd meet on the same corner on Friday nights to go ice skating and then later on we'd PRETEND to go ice-skating when we were really hanging out on street corners, mooning over cute tough looking guys and pretending to be tough ourselves.
We lived thru it all. Some of our friends didn't. Some went to Vietnam. Some OD'd. Some have just disappeared. But we're still talking about the commune that we're going to live on when we all get old and cranky, and have to live communally so that one of us can read and the other can write.
I'll post pictures and if I'm lucky, I'll find our sixth grade pictures and post that too. Lovely orange can flips we had in those days. If you don't understand that last sentence...too bad!
Tuesday, March 25, 2008
Monday, March 24, 2008
My cousins now own the house that my grandma had in Long Beach NY. It was built in the ‘30s and is unpretentious and small, basically a two family house, with two bedrooms up and two down. Most importantly it had a porch and garden and was 3 houses away from the beach. I spent summers at this house when not at summer camp, and it was always that place that I could be assured of a warm and loving welcome by my beloved grandmother. Peach pies, delicious meals, evenings on the porch with the family, playing with the cousins, being on the beach. ( I could never surf the waves, which all my athletic cousins did so wonderfully, but I never gave up trying).
So now, thru family gyrations, my cousins own the house but are happy for us to use it whenever we can. We haven’t taken advantage of that over the years, so this weekend was the first time that we have been at the house without numerous cousins and family…and it was SO wonderful and relaxing. Walking along a cold winter windswept beach is like food for my soul. Relaxing in the sunny living room. Finding grandma’s sewing table with the threads and needles. Sitting in the sheltered garden in the sun, feeling all of the tension leave my shoulders. Here are some pictures of the first morning I was there, took a walk on the beach before sunrise.
The street leading to the beach, see the little gate at the end - after that ...nothing but sand and water.
Look at these pigs! Certainly no problems telling which was the male.
Very interesting colored chickens, I guess they lay eggs all year round – surprise to me.
Random sheep picture.
This woman was demonstrating making egg noodles, which is a way to preserve eggs and get some protein during the winter months. (never thought of that myself) .
Here are some of the houses at the site, the farmhouse looks like one of my old houses, picturesque but cold.
Next weekend I am going to NYC again, but this time to do city things and be with friends. This weekend was a family relaxing time and was just what the doctor ordered.
Thursday, March 20, 2008
1.) Write a six-word memoir, post it on your blog (add an illustration if you like).
2.)Link to the person that tagged you in your post.
3.)Tag five more blogs with links.
4.) Leave a comment on the tagged blogs with an invitation to play.
6 words for a memoir. Well, I'll try for a small portion of my life.
fell in love
I also could write:
Once a hippie, have stayed happy.
Loves dogs, cats, and all animals.
This could go on all night!
I'm not tagging anyone specific, just let me know if you want to be tagged and go for it! Go read some of the other 6 words memoirs, they're really great.
No illustration...no time today. We are off to NYC this weekend, staying at what I still consider my grandma's house (cousins own it now) at the beach. My absolute favorite place in the world, with an outside shower and 1/2 block to a cold windswept beach. Absolute heaven. But no internet access :( So no posting until next week.
I'm going back to NYC next weekend also, to meet a friend who lives in California. We grew up together in Brooklyn, but she is flying in with a friend and we'll meet for dinner or something. Then I want to go to some fabric stores (Perl Soho - here I come) and art stores (Pearl?) and would love to go to some additional craft/art/fabric stores. Any hints for suggestions from anyone?
Wednesday, March 19, 2008
Monday, March 17, 2008
Sunday, March 16, 2008
Grandma Moses was exactly what you would think she was. A farm woman, 10 kids born, 5 lived. Hard, hard life. Started painting when she was in her 60's and got "discovered" by a art critic/gallery person. It was a combination of who she was and WHEN she was that got her famous, as well as a very clever manager. She was the all American farm wife...with talent...who celebrated the American way of life in the McCarthy era. Her art is not "good" in the sense of perspective or color or any of the traditional values, - in fact, I've done "better" work myself, but she was a little old lady celebrating looking out of her window in a farming community. She was American as apple pie, and when asked if she had a hard time letting go of her paintings, said "oh no, I like getting the money".
Very interesingly managed woman - and you can be sure that she took advantage of the whole siutation and made the best of selling her art.
Thursday, March 13, 2008
Also an amazing exhibit at the circus museum, an entire exhibit...a man's life work..of a miniature circus world. 55 years this man has worked on this project and it just went on exhibit in 2005.
55 years! One project.
Monday, March 10, 2008
Sunday, March 9, 2008
Do you sense my sarcasm?
Saturday, March 8, 2008
Hope springs eternal - and the world keeps turning and in about 3 months I will be complaining about the heat~