Today Is…

I first read this in Chicken Soup for the Surviving Soul and is posted several places online.

The Best Day Of My Life
by Gregory M Lousignont

Today, when I awoke, I suddenly realized that this is the best day of my life, ever! There were times when I wondered if I would make it to today; but I did! And because I did I’m going to celebrate!

Today, I’m going to celebrate what an unbelievable life I have had so far: the accomplishments, the many blessings, and, yes, even the hardships because they have served to make me stronger.

I will go through this day with my head held high, and a happy heart. I will marvel at God’s seemingly simple gifts: the morning dew, the sun, the clouds, the trees, the flowers, the birds. Today, none of these miraculous creations will escape my notice.

Today, I will share my excitement for life with other people. I’ll make someone smile. I’ll go out of my way to perform an unexpected act of kindness for someone I don’t even know.

Today, I’ll give a sincere compliment to someone who seems down. I’ll tell a child how special he is, and I’ll tell someone I love just how deeply I care for her and how much she means to me.

Today is the day I quit worrying about what I don’t have and start being grateful for all the wonderful things God has already given me.

I’ll remember that to worry is just a waste of time because my faith in God and his Divine Plan ensures everything will be just fine.

And tonight, before I go to bed, I’ll go outside and raise my eyes to the heavens. I will stand in awe at the beauty of the stars and the moon, and I will praise God for these magnificent treasures.

As the day ends and I lay my head down on my pillow, I will thank the Almighty for the best day of my life. And I will sleep the sleep of a contented child, excited with expectation because know tomorrow is going to be the best day of my life, ever!

 

When I’m feeling down, depressed or low, reading this can help me more than anything else.

 

My dear friend, Alice, posted this for me in 2009:

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Hurricanes!

All this talk about Hurricanes  reminds me of Hurricane Carol which hit where we lived when I was a kid.

At the time we lived in Pawcatuck, Connecticut, right on the line with Westerly, Rhode Island.  Luckily, we also lived on a small hill.

My Mom said “let’s go down and see the waves” so we drove to Misquamicut Beach, about 15 minutes away.

Our car got stuck in the rising tides and we probably would have washed out to sea had we not been blocking the path of a truck who wanted to get out of the area fast.  That truck pushed us to safety.

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We lived on a small embankment and when we got home, we could see that the road directly below us was flooded and people were going by in rowboats.

Carol, the first named Hurricane to impact the northeast arrived Tuesday, August 31, 1954. 10 days later another hurricane struck on September 11th. Edna caused more localized damage including the Cape Cod area. This promotional feature is from the photo album Hurricane! – published in 1954 by The Standard-Times.

From http://www.thewesterlysun.com/news/latestnews/5294584-129/remembering-hurricane-carol.html

WESTERLY — Carol Nash and Joe Potter were cheerfully preparing for their wedding during the summer of 1954 when they were hit with a double whammy.

Days before the wedding, on the morning of Aug. 31, Hurricane Carol, the most destructive hurricane to strike Southern New England since the Great New England Hurricane of 1938, came crashing ashore in coastal Rhode Island and Connecticut, causing significant flooding, knocking out power for weeks in some areas, and leaving 65 people dead. The hurricane would forever change the face of Misquamicut.

On the Potters’ wedding day, 10 days later, Hurricane Edna, which followed a track slightly east of Carol’s, barreled into southern New England with hurricane-force winds of 75 to 95 mph, buffeting all of eastern Massachusetts and coastal Rhode Island and claiming 21 lives.

Their stormy beginnings may have brought the Potters good fortune. On Sept. 11 they will celebrate 60 years of marriage. The parents of two daughters, and grandparents of two grandsons and a granddaughter, the Potters have traveled widely and now divide their time between Weekapaug and southern Arizona. Earlier this month they sat on their back deck overlooking the Weekapaug Breachway, recalling the two hurricanes of 1954.

Hurricane Carol destroyed much of Atlantic Avenue, they said, noting that the section now called Misquamicut State Beach was once dotted with summer homes. Joe Potter, who was living with his sister in Ashaway, was working for a man who owned the old Sunoco Station on Granite Street.

“He had some houses and a boat in Matunuck,” Potter recalled, and one of his houses was washed into a field.

Carol, who worked in data processing at the Pawcatuck-based Cottrell’s Printing Company in 1954, remembers how she had to travel to New Haven by train for work since there was no power on Mechanic Street where the company was located, and all the machines were shut down.

The traveling time cut into her last-minute wedding tasks, so she had to enlist her mom, Lillabeth Nash, who took the bus to Providence to pick up one very important item.

“I bought my wedding dress at Shepard’s Department Store,” recalled Carol as she described the rigors of travel to Providence in the pre- I-95 days. “And thank goodness they kept the dress upstairs because the entire basement of Shepard’s was flooded.”

The Shepard Company Department Store was once the largest department store in New England. Hurricane Carol was not kind to Providence, its surge submerging much of the downtown in 12 feet of water.

But Carol Nash’s wedding dress survived, and her mother was able to retrieve it and lug it back to Westerly on Sept. 11, the same day that Edna came roaring into town.

There was a good supply of raincoats and umbrellas on hand that morning for the bridal party and guests, and when Carol and Joe made it halfway down the aisle of Our Lady of Victory Church in Ashaway, the power went out.

The Potters were not only married by candlelight, but their wedding reception was also a candlelight affair.

****

Susan Sullivan Brocato, a longtime library assistant and guidance office secretary for the Westerly School Department, was a child when Hurricane Carol hit the coast. She remembers the day before the hurricane, driving to Watch Hill where her family had a cabana at the Watch Hill Yacht Club, taking her WoodPussy sailboat, Skip-It, out of the water and cleaning out the cabana.

“There seemed to be a lot of concern about the storm,” she said. “It was scary, but there was also excitement.”

Brocato said that back in 1954, the cabanas were sitting right on the sand, level with the beach.

“We waited out the storm at our home in Bradford only to find, when we returned the following day, that the cabanas were destroyed,” Brocato recalled. The Sullivans spent the next summer at Seaside Beach Club while the Watch Hill cabanas were rebuilt.

When they were completed, the cabanas were raised on stilts.

****

Although Stonington native Joe Rendeiro wasn’t in the states when Hurricane Carol slammed coastal New England, he remembers well the stories his father told about the storm and the damage it caused. Rendeiro, like his father before him, is a retired commercial fisherman. On Aug. 31, 1954, he was in the Mediterranean serving in the U.S. Navy aboard the USS Salem. As a member of the shore patrol, his job was to keep an eye on the sailors. He remembers walking into a shore-front hotel on Sept. 1, 1954, and noticing a woman reading The New York Times. When he glanced at the paper, the headline caught his attention.

“The headline said ‘Hurricane Carol hits New England,’” recounted Rendeiro. “For two days I tried to call home and finally I got through.”

When he reached his home in Stonington, his mother, Rosa Rendeiro, gave him another kind of headline: Stonington had been hit hard. There had been an incoming tide, and boats had been lifted up and thrown upon the grassy area of town owned by Tony Longo.

“They told me that boats were spread all over town and that there were sailboats up against the railroad tracks,” Rendeiro said. “It caused a lot of damage to the fishing fleet.”

Rendeiro said his father’s boat, America, pretty much survived, but needed a lift from Chet Perkins, the owner of the local crane operation. His dad’s car did not fare as well.

“My father had a 1952 Pontiac from Joe Brustolon’s,” Rendeiro recalled. “He and Joe played poker together so he got all his cars from Joe.”

Rendeiro said his father thought he had parked the Pontiac far enough away from the rising tides, but he was mistaken.

“It was totally destroyed,” Rendeiro recalled. “When I came home that November he had a brand new Pontiac.”

****

Misquamicut resident Don Gentile, a self-described weather junkie and author of several local history books, including the Arcadia Publishing Company’s “Misquamicut,” was a young boy in late August 1954.

“I remember riding down Atlantic Avenue after the hurricane and seeing all the cottages that ended up in the pond, cottages that had been lifted off their foundations,” said Gentile. “They were there for a long time, too.”

When the Great Hurricane of 1938 destroyed most of Westerly’s waterfront, demolishing structures from Weekapaug to Napatree Point, people were reluctant to rebuild, Gentile wrote in “Misquamicut.” But by the early 1950s, people were less apprehensive, he said, and cottages and smaller buildings like hot dog and ice cream stands began to reappear by the beach. Lenny Malagrino, a local entrepreneur, brought in so-called “Groton Cottages,” small houses that had been used to house military personnel during World War II, and sold them for $500 apiece. People could buy a house and a lot for as little as $1,000, Gentile said.

By 1954, more than 50 cottages dotted the beach in Misquamicut, Gentile said.

“Little did people realize as the rebuilding continued,” he wrote, “a tropical entity in the South Atlantic would again have a say in Misquamicut’s future. Hurricane Carol would soon be visiting Misquamicut and it would not be pretty.”

One of the property owners, the late Henry Morris, Gentile reported, owned a cottage on lower Crandall Avenue (“Hurricane Alley”) that was moved off its foundation and up the street by the hurricanes of 1938, 1944 and 1954.

In total, more than 4,000 homes, 3,500 cars and 3,000 boats were destroyed and 65 lives were lost as a result of Hurricane Carol, according to the University of Rhode Island’s Graduate School of Oceanography. With damages totaling over $460 million, Carol was the costliest natural disaster in U.S. history until Hurricane Diane surpassed it the following year.

In 1955, Rhode Island Gov. Dennis Roberts introduced legislation to condemn the one-mile stretch of beach and secure it for the state by right of eminent domain. The legislation passed, and in 1959, Misquamicut State Beach was opened to the public.

****

Patty McKinney, whose family has owned property in Weekapaug for generations, was a little girl at the time of Hurricane Carol but vividly remembers the hubbub surrounding the event. On the day after the hurricane, Patty was in the family car with her mother, aunt and sisters, driving down Weekapaug Road to check on the cottage, when suddenly her mother let out such a sound that Patty was startled and scared until she saw what her mother’s exclamation was all about.

“There was a house in the middle of Weekapaug Road,” McKinney recalled. “We later heard that the house had floated across the pond and landed there, right in the middle of Weekapaug Road.”

McKinney said she also heard that the house was moved to Chapman Road, where it sits to this day.

“It’s the second house on the right,” she said. “It’s still there.”

nbfusaro@thewesterlysun.com

I am so thankful for that truck driver that needed to get away from the storm!
We also had some run-ins with hurricanes while on  a cruise to Bermuda
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9/11 – We Will Always Remember

We will always remember 911

 

I originally wrote this on 9/11/01…

 

I, too, was stunned to hear the news this morning and continuing throughout the day.

It was just something unbelievable.  My husband and I were on a Land Rover 4X4 tour of the off-road areas of Barbados when we first got the news.

At first, when we got the very first news, around 9:30 am, I thought that it was some tale that the driver was weaving…and that there would be a punchline.  As the day wore on, more interest was on the radio than on the tour.  Some of the people in our Land Rover were from New York City and they were terrified for friends and family.

What an awful day in history this is, one of those that we’ll always remember where we were when we got the news.

Like the rest of you, I am stunned, absolutely shocked that this could happen, using our own planes, no less.  I cannot imagine the terror of the people on those planes, or in the World Trade Center…or the Pentagon.

 

The rest of the story:
The year of 911 my mom and my son had been with us for the first week. My son had to be back at college so on Sunday he shepherded my mom through the airport, customs and all and got her back home before he headed back to UMass/Amherst on Monday. Thank goodness they got back before the mayhem started!

On Tuesday we were out on a 4X4 from Island Safari with our favorite guide, Zario. Zario is a fun guy and and very knowledgeable about Barbados and world events. We were very happy to have him again because it was the “luck of the draw” which driver/guide we got.

I remember that morning being kind of stressed already – I was having trouble with one of my contacts and I was just grumpy.

Zario picked us up first, one of the benefits of staying at The Crane – everyone picks us first for everything and drops us off last. Then he picked up another couple from New York City who were staying at Bougainvillea.

The tour started off through the fields, down cliffs as usual. Zario had the radio on in the background. When we got to the first stop he told us that there was a “problem” in New York. That it seemed that a plane had hit a building. We thought that there was going to be a punch line somewhere. There wasn’t.

As the tour went on, the news got worse. The couple from NYC was very worried about relatives.

By the time we got to lunch and met up with the other 4x4s everyone had heard. We were in a little chattal house restaurant, the TV was on CNN and everyone was just watching in silence and horror. Usually this lunch is very festive and fun. Not a care in the world. Not today.

We left the New York people off at their hotel and went “home”. The TV was full of New York news, then Pentagon news. We know people who work at the Pentagon. The news just got worse as we went along.

We were basically stuck in Barbados.  Phones to the US didn’t work well, email was slow to non-existent, all we knew was what we got on CNN, incessantly.  My mother and son had been with us the week before and had just flown back the Saturday before.  I was so glad that they had gotten back home ok, then my son off to college.

We were supposed to fly home on the next Saturday, but if was iffy if that would happen since the airports were closed for the longest time.  We were flying into the DC area. The phone lines to the Barbados airport and to American Airlines were always busy.

Finally, we decided to give it a shot, packed up and went to the airport to see if we could fly out or not.  They could only guarantee the flight as far as Puerto Rico.

The San Juan airport was crowded with Americans trying to get home, flights being canceled due to closed airports, people sleeping all around the airport, using backpacks for pillows.  It was a very difficult time.

We did finally leave for home later that night.  This is what I wrote the next day…

I flew on American Airlines last night (9/14/2001).  We left Barbados on time but the connecting flight, originating out of Aruba was very late, and we waited for a long time in San Juan, Puerto Rico.

After that flight had arrived though, we were all sitting around, hoping they’d board the plane soon.  All of a sudden, there was cheering in the hallway.  We turned to look – our pilot and crew were marching up the hallway with a huge American flag.  He stopped and talked to us.  He explained that the copilot would hang that flag outside his window as we taxied out of Puerto Rico and into Dulles.  The flag was making the rounds of American flights all over the country and that the yellow streamers hanging down were being signed by all the American crew members.  He posed for lots of pictures (I have some I’ll post later, when my eyes are less bleary!), then, as they were going to get the plane ready, he asked us in a loud voice if we were ready to fly to Washington and everyone cheered.

Along the way, he thanked us so much for having faith and flying (like we had any choice!).  The headphones for the movie and the drinks were all free on this flight!  He also told us that there were a lot of fighter planes in the Washington to NY corridor and not to be surprised if we were intercepted by one, who would just be making sure that we were “who we said we were”.  I thought that would be kind of neat to see, but I didn’t see them.  We arrived in Dulles (Washington, DC) with a jet fighter escort.  At the time, that sounded so comforting, but it turned out that they had been there to shoot us down, if we’d made any funny moves.

Then, when we arrived at the terminal, the captain said that we were back in “the land of the free, and the home of the brave” and got some more cheers.

It was a memorable flight for someone like me, who is terrified of flying under the best of circumstances.

Us, on 9/10. Who knew?

9/14, San Juan Puerto Rico:
After the crew marched down the hallway.

The captain, letting others have a chance to fly the flag.

This young woman lead us onto the plane.

MaryOUSAheart

It’s National Read A Book Day

In another of the “Who Knew” Holidays…

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National Read A Book Day is observed annually on September 6th.

Don’t keep it to yourself.  Share the experience!  Read aloud to anyone who will listen.

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Reading improves memory and concentration as well as reduces stress.   Older adults who spend time reading show a slower cognitive decline and tend to participate in more mentally stimulating activities over their lifetime.  Books are an inexpensive entertainment, education and time machine, too!

Water, Water, Everywhere, 2018

A continuation of this post.

Collection of crying water drops with various gestures.

At some point, we acquired a second POD

We must have brought bad luck to the Residence Inn. At least, this was in a different part of our building:

We couldn’t help but notice that their flood remediation was much faster than our home was.

The following are adapted from updates I shared with my piano studio:

On Tuesday January 2, 2018, they finally finished the demolition of our bedrooms, Tom’s office, the bathrooms and the halls.  There have been many delays – 2 weeks at Thanksgiving(!), Christmas, New Years…

The inspections have all been passed and the areas are certified mold and mildew-free.

We have chosen flooring which still needs to be approved by the insurance company.  After they accept it, it could be 7-10 days before that is delivered and can be installed.

In addition to flooring, we need the baseboards rebuilt and painted, bathrooms reinstalled.  After all that, the furniture will be returned from the PODS in the driveway.

All that being said, I would like to start teaching students in the studio again starting this afternoon.  If I hear from any of the construction folks that I can’t do this, I will post here and let you know by email, phone call and/or text message.

Please excuse the mess!  There are still boxes everywhere and no available bathrooms but the piano is fine and all my books are available as needed.  Please let me know if you prefer to meet elsewhere.

Thanks for your patience during this whole ordeal!

~~~

And here we are, January 24, 2018.  

We just signed a contract for reconstruction work to begin.  When it starts, it will be 7-21 days before it’s finished and we can move back home. 

Hopefully, it starts soon and their estimate is closer to 7 days… 

Meanwhile, we’re back to the past schedule:  Some lessons are at student’s homes, some are at Pender, some are at the studio, depending on who is doing what work on that day.

Students coming to the studio will notice an array of cases of flooring, vanities and other non-musical items.

As always, thank you for your patience!

~~~

It’s hard to believe but workers actually began work in our house on January 29 around noon.  My husband, Tom, said that they’ve finished the drywall in the rooms and started work on the bathrooms.

I believe that late afternoon lessons, beginning around 4:00 or so, can take place at the Studio.

We hope to be living in our home again in a couple weeks.

~~~

February 8, 2018

In an update of a different nature…

My Mom (Mary Kelly) fell Tuesday afternoon and broke her pelvis in 2 places. 

Early Wednesday morning, they found bleeding in her abdomen and took her from Fair Oaks to Fairfax Hospital for possible emergency surgery.  They did a new scan at Fairfax and found that the bleeding had stopped or slowed considerably so they decided to hold off on surgery until the morning.  

Later Wednesday morning, it was confirmed that the bleeding was stopped so no surgery would be required at this time.

There will be extensive rehab, possibly at Mount Vernon Hospital.

Her condition keeps changing and I’m not sure how that will affect my teaching on any given day.  I will try to give as much notice as possible when I need to cancel.

Thank you for all the prayers and good wishes.  


On the home front, it looks like our house will be finished today, with painting to come – possibly tomorrow.

Then, will be the reassembly of the rooms, taking stuff out of the PODs and figuring what to take and what to toss.

Depending on my mom, most future teaching should be at home.

What a year this has been!

~~~

February 9, 2018

 As of last night, my mom is doing really well. 

They had her sitting in a chair and walking a bit with a walker and a strap at her waist for the therapist to hold onto. 

They’re talking moving her Saturday (tomorrow) to a short-term nursing facility (I’m rooting for Manor Care across from Pender) for rehab. 

The bleeding has stopped or slowed considerably. She had another blood transfusion Wednesday night. 

Of course, everything is subject to change but there’s so much improvement since Tuesday.

Today’s lessons will be at the house unless something has drastically changed when I get to the hospital about 9 today.

~~~

February 19, 2018

First off – My Mom is doing really well, considering.  

She’s at Manor Care, doing daily rehab and napping a bit.  She’s eating a bit more, so this is all good news!

She’s had several visitors, thoughtful Valentine’s cards and gifts, a FaceTime with her grandson, a prayer blanket from her Pender knitting group and really nice flowers from a Studio Family.

All the prayers and good wishes are really helping.

THANK YOU!


 Meanwhile, we got our stuff moved out of the Residence Inn Saturday but some of it is still in my car (due to the snow/sleet yesterday).  That, along with ringing bells at the early church service Sunday – I’m really tired.  

We don’t start getting stuff out of the PODS until Thursday (if they’re on time!) and there is still so much to move and buy.  We have to buy a new bed for our son’s room and a new mattress set for ours – and we don’t know where the frame even is.

They will be installing flooring in the kitchen and laundry room sometime this week but that shouldn’t affect students in any way.

At some point, we may need to install handrails or other help for my mom but time will tell on that.

Of course, there’s still stuff around the piano that needs to be elsewhere.

But, it’s getting done, slowly but surely.

~~~

February 26, 2018

My mom had a bit of a setback last week.  She was due to come home from rehab on Saturday, February 24.  

On Thursday, she’d told me she was still having abdominal pain and some other symptoms, so I requested more medical care.  Friday, an outside doctor who works at the nursing home referred her back to Fair Oaks Emergency Room to be readmitted there.

We got to the ER and had the same room as we did when this all started, February 6.  Hopefully, it won’t be another Groundhog Day!

She was admitted about 9:00 pm.

Since then, she has had a variety of tests, IVs, poking and prodding.

They’ve found a large bleeding ulcer on her small intestine.

The current plan is to let her come home tomorrow (2/27/18).

Thank you all for your thoughts, prayers, understanding, flowers and patience.


Meanwhile, the house/studio goes on.  

We have been living at home since 2/24/18, although we don’t have any beds yet.  New ones are due to be delivered today.

Furniture has been unloaded from the PODS but nothing else has.

Stuff is being cleared out of the studio and returned to where it belongs. 

I am teaching at the studio unless there’s something at the hospital I need to be there for.  I will call or text you if that happens.

My mom’s room isn’t ready if she really comes home tomorrow.

February 28, 2018

My mom actually came home from the hospital on Monday night (2/26/18), even though her room – and the rest of the house – isn’t ready yet.

She has a bunch of outside doctor appointments but those are spread over several days.

She’s very strong and is getting around the house pretty well using a walker.

Thank you all for your thoughts, prayers, understanding, flowers and patience.


Meanwhile, the house/studio goes on.  

Furniture has been unloaded from the PODS but nothing else has.

Stuff is being cleared out of the studio and returned to where it belongs. 

I am teaching at the studio unless something new and unusual happens.  I will call or text you if that becomes necessary.

~~~

May 22, 2018

Meanwhile, the house/studio/life goes on.  

Stuff is being cleared out of the studio (and living room) and returned to where it belongs.  This is taking way longer than I thought it would.  Most of the boxes left in the studio are books that have to go in Tom’s office.  They have to be sorted and put in the correct places.

~~~

And, today – Stuff is being cleared out of the studio (and living room) and returned to where it belongs.  This is taking way longer than I thought it would.  

Most of the boxes left in the studio are books that have to go in Tom’s office.  They have to be sorted and put in the correct places, so those are nothing that I can do.

Clothing is still in boxes, some blocking the closet doors so I can’t put them away.

Who knew that water would affect our life for so long.

As always…

Water, Water, Everywhere (Starting in 2017!)

I originally posted this in November 2017. All the boxes still aren’t unpacked yet. Most of the clothes aren’t unpacked/put away yet, either. But, life goes on and we’re doing the best we can.

This next series started as a Facebook post on November 12, 2017 – 1 month ago today.

11/5/17

Rang bells early service

Water running up the hall.

Rug doctor from Giant.  Grease

Tom took out rug in our bedroom.

11/13/17

Still trying to sop up water.  It was wet under Tom’s desk.

11/14/17

What a fiasco – our water damage last weekend has turned into a possible big construction project with us moving out for a couple weeks or so

🙁

I’m trying to find a place to stay – and found that our dog Mimi may cost $150 a night extra, at least the first place I looked.

Friday, they’re bringing a Pod to remove everything from 2 bedrooms+closets, Tom’s office, linen closet, one bathroom, a long hall…

That’s just for the demolition. Then comes reconstruction.

At least I don’t have to move the piano (yet).

Happy Thanksgiving! Also looking for open restaurants to eat at on Thanksgiving except for Bob Evans. LOL.

11/15

Our “plan” At the moment.

I’ve gotten 2 rooms for the hotel that Jean suggested for next week but we hope we don’t have to stay there!

I’ve ordered a blow-up mattress from amazon for the living room in case we can stay here. http://amzn.to/2zJFc9k

We’re pretty sure that the people aren’t going to be working on Thanksgiving so I’ve ordered a whole, cooked meal (except for desserts) from Wegmans. I’ll pick that up on Wednesday.

Thursday, after the Virginia Run Turkey Trot, we’ll come here, reheat the Wegmans stuff, have a “normal” Thanksgiving, then cards, piano duets, then retreat to our hotels or blow up mattress…

11/16

We have a guy from the “catastrophe team” here now taking pictures and making sketches. I sure didn’t like that term!

Water damage update November 25.

We’re going from bad to worse here

The original water was 11/12/17 Here we are nearly 2 weeks later and things have stalled.

On Wednesday of this week, our demo guys left midday (maybe wanted to start Thanksgiving early. They said we needed some sort of Industrial Hygienist to come in and test whatever is now growing in the carpet for 10 days. Then, they put plastic doors over 2 bedrooms. Like that isn’t going to make stuff grow faster.

IH 1 was on his way to Maine for Thanksgiving. IH 2 didn’t respond to voicemail until Friday (yesterday).

IH 1 recommended IH 3 who was able to come out yesterday morning and take samples to her lab – all before IH 2 got back to us.

The demo guys won’t be back until Monday. Of course, the stuff is still growing, even more behind those plastic-sealed doors.

Our Wegmans box of Thanksgiving went well, though and we’re having a great visit with son and fiance, even if the whole thing is a little weird.

This will always be a Thanksgiving to Remember.



Sometime after Thanksgiving, we moved into the Residence Inn at Fairlakes. We had 2 bedrooms, a living room with a fireplace, kitchen area. Pretty good, considering.

Mimi learned to tolerate elevators and I’d always let her choose that (further away) or close-by stairs. Being a smart dog, we usually went down on the stairs and up on the elevator.

When Christmas rolled around, we got a little tree and decorated the door.

This holiday, I got rotisserie chickens from Costco and some sides since Wegmans didn’t have anything really appealing. We heated that stuff up at our house and had a sort of Christmas there, complete with piano duets and cards before heading back to the Residence Inn.

One of the gifts we had gotten Michael and Lingyi was a gingerbread house. They decorated it and gave it back to us.

Optimistically, they put our house number on it.

Of course, I took a keyboard over to the new place…

And, so ended 2017.

It’s World Photo Day Again

World Photo Day

 

Today is another of those “Who Knew” holidays.

I was recently talking to someone about our last trip to Scotland and she reminded me to take lots of pictures.  Then, she said to be sure to print them out so she could see them.

cornerUm, no way!  I haven’t printed out pictures since probably the 1980s – or earlier.

All the work that went into that.  Taking the film somewhere, getting back to the store to pick up the prints, buying scrapbooks, and those little corner holders, sorting, writing the people’s names on the back, the place.  Then, finding the right scrapbook to show people…

No, NO NO!

These days. I keep most of my photos online.  There are 58,337 photos right now in my Flickr account and it’s so much easier to share online.

It’s interesting about photos.  A couple of my first real jobs were working in photo processing.

When I was first out of college, I worked for Technicolor, processing negatives into photos.

US3418913-5Back then, the film had to be processed entirely in the dark.

When the door of the machine was open, the light-proof curtain of the cubicle was shut tight.

I learned how to thread huge, heavy rolls of photo paper into a machine – in total darkness. Over, under, around, over…

Neither the undeveloped paper nor the negatives could be exposed to any light – ever.

Someone else had cut the end of the roll of negatives square and stuck it to a “leader” using special tape which wouldn’t peel off during the developing process.

leaderThe leader featured small rectangle holes like old movie filmstrips. The holes catch onto sprockets which guide the leader card and film through the processing machine.

After being sure we had enough paper in the machine, we would feed the leader end of the negatives into the side and that automatically moved the leader card forward.

We’d be sure that the machine was set for the type (size) of film it was (mine were usually 110 or 35milimeter) and feed the roll of negatives through the machine, making minor corrections using a special keyboard. Different amounts of cyan, magenta and yellow were added or subtracted to each photo to ensure the color was correct.

Adjustments are also made for exposure to each individual photo, and sometimes we’d recenter the subject (or what we guessed was the subject).  Sometimes, we had to choose between 2 or more photos to find the one that was “best”.

Then we’d (finally!) get the prints, package them up and start again.

The whole thing was on piecework so the faster, the better.  The faster we worked, the more money we made.

pocketfilm-110The young women who had worked here longer than I had got really good/fast at this and they were able to work with newer machines that let them work in a large room out in the light and have others to talk with.  As I recall, those machines only processed the 110 film, which was becoming more popular with amateur photographers.

It was a boring job, but it was a job.  I worked there from late afternoon until midnight, so it gave me lots of time to hang out at Lake Metacomet where I was living with a roommate.

Somehow, my roommate had managed to get us an apartment right on the shore of the lake and it was much easier to hang out there in the sunshine than to drive to work and be in the dark all evening.

Sometimes, I’d call in “sick”  LOL

Tom and I moved to Milwaukee so he could go to grad school.  While I was there, I did substitute teaching for public school music classes around the Milwaukee area.

And, after school, in the evenings, I did photo processing for a small photo processing company.

They hired me on the spot because I knew how to thread that machine.  I didn’t have to do that for long, though.  Somehow, I got promoted to wedding photos, those that took a lot of care, color corrections, perfect centering…and I was mostly in the light.  No more piece work because I had to spend so much time on each photo, striving for perfection.

Fond memories, all of them.  To this day, I am very good at telling if things are centered properly, level, and if the color matches perfectly.

In the greater scheme of things, World Photo Day is an international photography event on August 19th that celebrates the passion for photography in our communities.

Go out and get some pictures.  Print them, if you want – or not 🙂

Scotland’s Summer Bank Holiday

Last year we’re in Scotland on August 28, so wen’t were affected by the August Bank Holiday.  This year’s holiday is on Monday, August 5.

The August Bank Holiday was instituted by the Bank Holidays Act of 1871 to give bankers a day off so they could participate in cricket matches.

Since then, however, its significance has greatly expanded beyond those narrow limits. Now, it is a day intended to give workers of all stripes a three-day weekend before the summer holidays end and employees must return to the workplace and students to their schools.

(The video below says that they celebrate the August Bank Holiday on a different day in Scotland [August 7, 2017].  Where we were, they also celebrated August 28!).

Memorial Day 2019

Thanks, Grandpa…  You weren’t American, but you fought valiantly for the cause overseas.

 

I never met my grandfather.  He had died in Peshawar, India, fighting for the Black Watch during World War l.  Peshawar was on the northern frontier of British India, near the Khyber Pass.

In 1947, Peshawar became part of the newly independent state of Pakistan after politicians approved the merger into the state that had just been carved from British India.

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We have a trunk of his belongings, though, and it’s very interesting to recreate his life.

My dad was born in Scotland in 1913.

In 1914, my grandfather was involved in this:

On the outbreak of war there were seven Black Watch battalions – for in addition to the Regular 1st and 2nd Battalions and 3rd (Special Reserve) Battalion there were a further four Territorial ones which had become part of the Regiment in 1908. They were the 4th Dundee [Mary O’Note: I’m pretty sure this was his, since that’s where my dad was born], 5th Angus, 6th Perthshire and the 7th Battalion from Fife. The 1st Battalion was in action at the very start of the war taking part in the Retreat from Mons before turning on the Germans at the River Marne and the subsequent advance to the Aisne. Trench warfare then set in and the 2nd Battalion arrived from India, both battalions taking part in the Battle of Givenchy. Meanwhile the Territorial battalions had been mobilised at the start of the war but only the 5th was in action in 1914.

From http://www.theblackwatch.co.uk/index/first-world-war

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I guess this is why I love the Pipes and Drums of the Black Watch so much.

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Thanks, Grandpa!

In August 2016 we went to the Edinburgh Tattoo for the second time. This had been on my bucket list for a long time since my grandfather was in the Black Watch and I just love to hear bagpipes. Even my cellphone ringtone is Scotland, the Brave.

 

My mom says that my Grandfather’s name is inscribed as a war hero in Edinburgh Castle, where the Tattoo is held.

When we were there last time, I didn’t quite make it to the top of the hill but next time we go, maybe…

You know, I’ll find that, sooner or later.

Thanks again for your service, Grandpa – and everyone who served!

 

It’s Also National Tap Dance Day!

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Another of the Who Knew?-type posts. It’s National Tap Dance Day.  When I was a little kid, I took the “required” ballet and tap classes for a year.  My mom has a picture of me in my tutu and one in my majorette costume for the tap recital.  I imagine I only took for the year because those costumes cost extra money.

Later on, I bought tap shoes – still unused – and signed up with a friend for a local adult tap class.  Unfortunately, we were the only ones who signed up for the class and it was canceled.  It was a major nightmare trying to get our money back.  They wanted to give us a credit for the next time, but that would cost more money which we didn’t want to pay.

A couple years ago, a local teacher set up series of 5 classes and advertised on Nextdoor.  I signed up.  And, my mom fell and all my attention was directed in her way.

I reregistered for a later class and DH was diagnosed with cancer.  So, I canceled again 🙁

Maybe someday…

But, I digress.

National Tap Dance Day falls on May 25 every year and is a celebration of tap dancing as an American art form. The idea of National Tap Dance Day was first presented to U.S. Congress on February 7, 1989 and was signed into American law by President George H.W. Bush on November 8, 2004. The one-time official observance was on May 25, 1989.

Tap Dance Day is also celebrated in other countries, particularly Japan, Australia, India and Iceland.

National Tap Dance Day was the brainchild of Carol Vaughn, Nicola Daval, and Linda Christensen. They deemed May 25 appropriate for this holiday because it is the birthday of Bill “Bojangles” Robinson, a significant contributor to tap dance.

Even Legos can tap to Puttin’ On The Ritz! A tribute to Fred Astaire, in the classic scene from the 1946 musical, Blue Skies, with the music and lyrics by Irving Berlin. Although originally written for vaudevillian Harry Richman in 1930, the lyrics were readapted along with a brand new dance sequence some 16 years later.

Here’s the original from Blue Skies, although some has been cut with stills of Fred inserted:

And another version, with Michael Jackson 🙂

Just for comparison, the real original 1930 movie footage of Irving Berlin’s world-famous song, sung by Harry Richman, from the film of the same name.

And something completely different with my old favorites, The Nicholas Brothers from the film Stormy Weather.

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