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That Was Then

You know there are a lot of people who complain that we have become a society of keyboard krazies, communicating only thru email, texting in 3 letter abbreviations, sending emoticons to let another person know whether we’re  happy or sad.  There’s some truth to that BUT, on the other hand, the internet has opened up a world of social networking and a way for even us baby boomers to stay in touch with family and friends.  I can skype with my grandchildren, I can blog AND I can play scrabble online with a dear friend who lives 1000 miles south of me  during the winter and sails off the coast of Maine summer BUT who through the miracle of microchips and cell towers continues to play with me while even on board. Just think, she can be online on board.

Heather and I became friends when we both worked at Compass Realty in Connecticut, a hundred years ago. We were Sales Associates then and life was good “in the Valley” .  She lived in Simsbury and I lived in Avon.  We never became “couple” friends possibly because of who I was married to at the time but we shared ideas and anecdotes, kid advice and even did  a couple of deals together.  Besides the fact that she was always smiling, I have one outstanding memory of Heather.  I had to move out of my house after my divorce and moving out and cleaning up turned out to be a major chore.  I can still see Heather on her hands and knees cleaning the laundry room floor where the washer and dryer had been.  I was so touched by her help to begin with and the fact that she was tackling one of the dirtiest jobs in the house just floored me!  This wasn’t my best friend, this wasn’t family, and she came over to help and pitched in to ease the burden of a very painful day.  I know I thanked you then, but let me do so again….Thank you , Mrs. Smith!

Now why do I bring this up today? Well the story continues…. I leave my life in CT behind and eventually move to New York City.  Heather and I had exchanged a few emails over time and her daughter moved to Brooklyn.  One day about 10 years ago ( I think) she came to the City and we had a brief lunch.  It was so nice to see a familiar face in town.  Then along came My  Space and Facebook and Heather and I connected again.  She loves to play Scrabble as I do and so for the past couple of years (literally) we have been playing Scrabble online thru Facebook.  Our games would go on for weeks at a time….in the beginning we would have to postpone our games during sailing season, but now that has all changed – YAY!

Yesterday, I was helping a friend out in her Tea Room when word came to me in the kitchen that a Heather and her husband were in the Dining Room and wanted to talk to me – I thought someone wanted to make a reservation.  OMG, it was Heather, that Heather and her husband, Jeff. WOWIE! They were heading south along the Jersey Shore to meet up with one of their kids and because I’ve written so many blogs and posted so many photos of Ocean Grove, they took the time to get off the Parkway and check out the town and me. 

It was quite amazing to find Heather and Jeff standing in front of me in Ocean Grove.  They got themselves in the Grove and then called Peter at home in NYC. He told her where I was and where our little cottage was and it turned out that they were practically two doors away.  I know it gives me great pleasure to surprise someone in the hopes that my visit is going to not only surprise but please.  They were grinning from ear to ear and YES, guys your visit was so damn cool!!!

Thank you for taking the time for a detour that brought a smile to my face and joy to my heart. You are very special! 

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I’m not sayin’ that peacocks are easy or amoral but although he spent the night, he left right after breakfast.  Oh wait, he never got breakfast, maybe that’s why he left!

Central Park is lovely place and one would think that if you lived there and someone fed you every day and let you roam around, you wouldn’t want to leave…BUT yesterday, one of the zoo’s peacocks literally flew the coop!  Some people didn’t know peacocks can fly but they can, God didn’t give them wings just so they could put their head under them.

Perched on a narrow ledge of a 5th floor apartment at 833 Fifth Avenue, the peacock spent about 20 hours attracting hundreds of New Yorkers, aka gawkers. 

Tonight on the news, there were photos shown of the wayward peacock returning home.  Well, he was almost home because for some reason, he missed the aviary and landed in the goat’s pen.

Fifth Ave, Central Park, New York city

Proud Peacock

Photo by Murray Head

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Who knows, and quite frankly, who cares?  Certainly not I!!! I’m not interested in why fors or whatevers – I think my personal fascination comes from a deep appreciation of all wildlife, flora and fauna.

There have been numerous articles about New Yorkers and the life and well-being of Pale Male and his former mate, Lola.  We all have heard the story of the building’s maintenance crew destroying the nest of the two Red Tail hawks, invoking the wrath and retribution of thousands led in a crusade by Mary Tyler Moore!  Rallies were held, committees were formed, newspaper articles written, and all the usual Big Apple hoo-ha you can imagine.   FINALLY the nest was re-installed but it was not quite right;  rumor has it that a spike from the pole it sat on was poking through, ugh, but who really knows.  The upshot of that was several years of failed mating- no eggs or at least no survivors, a shame.  A universal or at least City-wide mantle of guilt and shame lay on the shoulders of the citizens.  Man had interfered with nature and now look what we did!

But that was then, and this is now.  Lola is gone! She disappeared from the nest; old age? death? illness? Whatever, she was gone.  Pale Male still the stud hawk he has always been found himself a new young mate (the trophy wife) and this season they produced two eggs that were studiously watched over by both parents and onlookers, not to mention the obsessive bird-cam addicts online.  And lo and behold, two fine young Red Tail hawks were born and are now growing youngsters.

Here’s a peek at these two fine young Red Tail Hawks.  If they have been named, I’m unaware as of yet.  There’s a striking resemblance to their parents, one looking like Ginger and one in the image of Pale Male;  however, for all I know they’re both males or both females – time will tell.

red tail hawk, Pale Male offspring, Ginger offspring, Central Park,

The Kids!

red tail hawk, Pale Male offspring, Central Park,

Is This A Chip Off The Old Block?

Does She Look Like Ginger?

red tail hawk

Yippee!!

red tail hawk, New York City

A Beautiful Bird

Central Park, Pale Mail offspring, New York city

Feet First Landing

red tail hawk

Nice Mani-Pedi

All photos courtesy of Murray Head

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The High Line in Manhattan, New York City at W...

The High Line

Well I suppose the answer lies within me, since it’s my blog.  The Fourth of July holiday falling on a Monday was one problem, I didn’t have “the book” with me for the last couple of weeks and maybe we need a great, hot, sweet, summer theme.  Duh, that’s it!  We are halfway through the summer, it’s time to pay tribute to this wonderful time of the year.

Yes! it’s too hot some days.  Yes! It’s humid and you feel sticky all over. Yes, even though it’s vacation time, there are days when you are happy to be working in an air-condtioned office.  Yes, the traffic getting out of the City on a Friday night is wretched and yes the beaches are crowded.  BUT, the days are long and dining al fresco can be a nightly event.  The sun comes up so early JUST so we can enjoy another summer day to the fullest.

Sooooo…I would love to hear from you dear readers.  Summer is or means what to you?  Summer brings on….?  Memories from summers past, whatever – send it in and I will publish it next week.

And for inspiration, I visited the Smith Magazine  website to see if I could find some Six Word Memoirs relating to summer and post them for your review.

Sultry summer, sundresses, sandals and shades –  notjustagirlintheworld

Cicadas’  trilling making summer aurally thrilling –  Level1

I’m chasing summer downhill, no brakes –  lisamoans

Picture perfect summer High Line sunset – notjustagirlintheworld

And from yours truly

Fireflies, flashlights of a summer night – Me

The scent of low tide lingers – Me


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Just another sunny summer day, not unlike most of the rest of the past two weeks.  Blue cloudless skies and warm weather, a macro lens, and some really cute creatures make up this week’s Fab Fotos.

Black wasp, daisies

The lazy, hazy daisies of Cenral Park and a black wasp!

cardinal

Such a Beautiful Bird

japanese beetle

Japanese Beetle, A Tourist, I Hope!

A Darning Needle

 

daisey

Oh my, what a long nose you have!

All photos courtesy of Murray Head

 

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The front of a used Mark Six ticket

Did You Win?

I’m a collector, my husband is a collector and so you can only envision the stuff in our home. Or can you?  A while ago I did a blog post about my Flamingo collection which I refer to as kitschy.  See link:  https://pbenjay.wordpress.com/2010/04/28/florida-kitsch-is-cool/.  Oh the collections we have!!! Just to name a few;  There are hood ornaments, old radios, character watches, Old Maid games, Peter Coddles games, vintage Mah Jongg sets, vintage advertising characters, antique books on New York City, Pez, bakelite figural napkin rings, vintage laundry soap boxes, vintage marbles…. I probably better not go too much further or you will know for sure just how crazy we are!

And all this prologue is to introduce Thursday’s Top Ten crazy collections and the moniker to describe their collectors.

    1. Sucrologist:  Collect those little sugar packets you find in restaurants.
    2. Deltiologists:  Collect postcards, derived from the Greek word deltos meaning writing tablet – uh oh, I’m one of those too.
    3. Vexillophiles:  Collect and display flags
    4. Lotologists:  Collect new and used lottery tickets
    5. Panna pictagraphists: Collecting comic books (there’s one for Peter)
    6. Helixophiles:  Collect corkscrews (need a lot of room for the rabbits)
    7. Tyrosemiophiles:  Collect cheese labels
    8. Arctophiles:  Collect Teddy Bears
    9. Brandophilists:  Collect cigar labels (got to go to Havana)
    10. Labeorphilists:  Collect beer bottles

Thank you Gail for bringing this madness to my attention!!

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Yesterday Finley Ray arrived for the weekend and in less than 24 hours we already had a few adventures.  We went to a book fair and she was in her element for sure.  She just plopped down on the concrete floor and went through several books discarding those she decided were not worth taking home and choosing very carefully the keepers.   The Ladies auxiliary had set up a hot dog concession and the wafting odor of hot dogs was too irresistable for her, so one hot dog with ketchup was ordered.  Then it was off to the boardwalk where we didn’t go to the beach per se because rain was imminent but still we had time to take off our shoes and walk in the sand.

Picking Papa Pete up at the train station was going to be a treat in hopes that we would see the “big” train.  Alas he arrived before we did.  Still we had another stop, this time to the Laurie’s Vegetable & Fruit stand in Neptune.   Laurie  is so friendly and warm and since it had begun to rain and we were the only customers at the time, she invited Finley up onto the counter to have some fresh blueberries.  The fruit stand was originally a gas station in the 1930’s and there were still some remnants of its origins and don’t you know, little Miss Finny announced that this was a garage!  Yes,I have a genius granddaughter.  The rain was dripping heavily from the garage doors that were opened and Fin realized as every little child does that running back and forth in the rain can be so much fun.  First of all you get big drop marks on your clothes and your hair gets wet, water runs down your cheeks and soon you have water squishing between your toes in your sandals (hers were jelly thank goodness).

Dinner on a TV tray is fun too especially if you are getting to watch a movie at the same time!  I think Finley had her first corn on the cob Friday night because she didn’t seem too familiar with the concept.

Finley Ray, corn on the cob, Jersey corn
Jersey Corn Naturally

It was a no-nap day due some unforseen circumstances and the fact that Finley and I hit the road shortly after she arrived.  So by dinner time I could tell she was fading but she refused to cave in until after her two movies had been seen.  First a bath in Gigi’s blue drink bucket ( a cottage without a bathtub can be a real drawback when you have kids around), then the movies and we are off to bed.  A promise made to read two books seemed unlikely as I was pretty sure she wouldn’t insist.  Sure enough she was just about asleep by the time I finished one of the new books we had bought at the Book Sale.

She turned her head, closed her eyes and fell into a deep sleep.  So deep and so fast that I ran downstairs to get my camera to capture this photo.  Take heed Mommy, I used a flash! Well of  course it was PAST her regular bed time, lol. lol.

Nicky, Finley Ray Clark, La Vie en Rose,
And then there were TWO!

Not to be left out, while I was snapping this shot, another member of the family joined in to make it a menagerie a trois!

Nora, guest room at La Vien en Rose
And Then There Were Three!

Saturday morning , errr, rather early in  the morning, Finley was thoughtful enough to get out of bed and go downstairs and bring up two videos that she thought we all should watch together in bed.  So of course we did.

She was very busy around the house that morning, actually helping me clean.  She insisted on having a paper towel spritzed with Simple Green so she could wipe down tables, cabinets and anything else I pointed at.

We plopped her in the stroller and took off to the Book Fair again, this time so Peter could peruse the aisles in search of literary treasures.  Finley made off with 2 more books and surprise, surprise, one of them is Cinderella.  It was so bloody hot and I was hoping to get over to the North End beach to see the sand sculptures.  By the time we walked east to the boardwalk, and then to North Beach, I was already over it as far as viewing any sand castles.  Just as we approached the staircase to the beach, Finny announced that she had to pee.  Just GREAT-no bathrooms at this end of the boardwalk, the restaurant located there is closed and so I had to walk all the way back to the Pavillion and talk my way past the ticket taker to get her onto the beach where there were some bathrooms.  NOT pleasant restrooms at all,  and we had to cut the line as she was jumping up and down literally so who would make a little girl wait? Truth be told I don’t think I have ever been on a public beach with decent bathrooms. Sorry to say that the sculptures weren’t worth the hike, the sun and the hot sand 😦

We headed home by way of Day’s Ice Cream because having ice cream in the middle of the day is just the perfect pick-me-up on a blistering summer afternoon.  The girls in the ice cream shop tried to convince Finley that she wanted strawberry because it was pink or party cake and after she tasted each and turned up her nose, she ordered just exactly what she told me she wanted;  soft vanilla with sprinkles on top! 

Day's ice cream parlor, Ocean Grove, Finley Ray Clark
Ice Cream Makes Me Smile Too

Finally we made it to the beach.

At first she didn’t even want to get her feet wet and she raced back to the sand each time a wave lapped anywhere near where she was standing.  Peter finally got her into the water by splashing her and letting her splash him which brought forth shrieks and uncontrollable giggles.  Soon she was sitting down and letting the waves foam up around her knees.  And before long, she was in the water being held, swung and dipped while wave after wave crashed into her each one eliciting one of Finley’s ear-piercing shrieks and I just know how much the people who were in sand chairs down at the water reading, really and truly loved that sound!

Ocean Grove, Peter, Peter Press, Finley Ray Clark,
Look how wet I got Papa Pete

I wish I dared to get in the waves with the camera so I could have taken a photograph of her loving having the waves crash on her.  Finally, it was strongly suggested that she might want to make a sand castle…

Finley Ray, Ocean Grove
Sand Castles

After a bath to remove sand from places one would never expect sand to land, Fin was ready for bed.  Again,it was a one book night because this little water baby was very tired.

Sunday was tea party day for Finley Ray.  I was helping my friend, Jane who runs a Tea Room and so about lunch time, Peter brought Finny over to the Tea Room so she too could attend a Teddy Bear Tea as they are known when kids come to High Tea.

Teddy Bear Tea, Lilligaard Hotel, Ocean Grove
A Teddy Bear Tea

Believe it or not she ate EVERYTHING!  It was a blistering hot day so off to the beach we went and this time there was no hesitation.  Finley was shrieking through the waves as soon as she hit the shore line.  This time she was so sandy that only a shower would do to get her clean. 

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It’s that very special time of the year when almost everything in your garden or the Conservatory Gardens is in bloom.  True we’ve already gloried at those burst of yellow from daffodils and forsythia marking the end of winter and we’ve enjoyed the tulips with their heads bobbing in the breeze and have even said farewell to the Lilies of the Valley last month.

But June, omg, June is just a cacophony of color and sweet smelling flowers and bushes.  Think about all the blooms in June;  Roses, Petunias, Pansies, Hydrangeas, Coral Bells, Sweet William, Azaelas, Geraniums and lots, lots more.  So it’s in the gardens of New York City, that our friend and photographer Murray has been heading with his camera.  The flowers are playing second fiddle this year to the insects who frequent them, but nonetheless, you can’t have one without the other. And having said that, I do have some great flower photos to share with you, maybe tomorrow.

bumble bee, honey bee

The Bee Nose What To Do

A Wasp Between Two Thorns

Cabbage moth,

Cabbage Butterfly On Purple Buds

 

garbage fly, green headed fly

Don't You Wish You Were A Fly On The Leaf?

The Bee's Knees

Uh Oh! Do Bees Share?

All photos courtesy of Murray Head

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Well those of you who know me (and my husband) and recently a good friend described us to her friend as “they’re so retro”, know that almost all things old and vintage are revered and quite possibly collected by us.  I sometimes refer to my apartment as a tchotcha museum, while others have referred to it as the archives.  So it shouldn’t come as any surprise that of course we love vintage classic cars!  Really, who doesn’t?

The cars from the 1930’s. 40’s and 50’s are Classic;  Clearly they don’t make them like they used to.  First of all, those cars were made with steel, not fiberglass so to get a dent on your bumper someone would really have to smack you and with their weight they didn’t sway on the highway.  Besides the fact that every make and model looked different so that when one was coming your way you knew whether it was a Ford or DeSoto or a Chevy or a Lincoln, for me I loved the mascots (hood ornaments to those of you who….).  I have several mascots from vintage cars and have them mounted and on display in my Art Deco living room.  They were in fact beautiful pieces of chrome sculpture!  But I digress.  So what about the cars – we often go to Vintage Car Shows in the tri-state area and I take photos when I remember to bring the camera and the extra battery (lol).

vintage cars

Sleek Silver and Spectacular

photo by Murray Head

Green With Envy

photo by Murray Head

thunderbird

Daddy Took the T-Bird Away

photo by Murray Head

Resplendent in Red

photo by Murray Head

Vintage car show

Gorgeous - Both of Them!

photo by Murray Head

hood mascot, hood ornament, swan, pelican

A Thing of Beauty

photo by Murray Head

Chevy, chevrolet

Big Blue and Beautiful

photo by Lori

Buick Woody, Woody, station wagon

Buick Woody Station Wagon

photo by Lori

wire wheels, luggage carrier,

Wire Wheels and a Luggage Carrier TOO!

photo by Lori

1958 Metropolitan, So Cute, the Met

So Cute

photo by Lori

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NEW YORK SPEAKS

It’s FAB FOTO FRIDAY and I’ve got some wonderful photos to share with you.  First off, I have an announcement;  I am introducing a new category of photos and morphing another one into it.  Only in New York is now going to be included in New York Speaks.   Think of New York Speaks as images depicting the voice of New York City.  The City speaks to us;  sometimes shouting out loud for attention, sometimes whispering in its stillness and beauty, sometimes informing, sometimes warning.  I think you’ll find this to be a great addition to the blog and as you are all well aware, 99,9% of the photos are shot in New York City and more specifically Manhattan.  The City is so big and like a Rubik’s Cube, it has many sides.  We’re lucky enough to have Murray Head scouring the town for us, capturing the smiling faces of kids playing in this big playground of a city, dogs romping in the park, hawks and owls and the many, many species of birds and flowers that inhabit Central Park, as well as glimpses of the massive architecture and snippets of the City’s varied and colorful denizens.

This week New York Speaks  is a reference to a very famous line in a movie shot here in New York City.  In Midnight Cowboy, Dustin Hoffman as Ratso Rizzo is crossing a busy Manhattan street and a taxi cab cuts in front of him;  He pounds his fist on the hood of the cab and says, “Hey, I’m walkin’ here”.  New York is walking, talking and always moving. 

Fifth Avenue, Walk sign, New YOrk City,

WALK Don't! Run

recycling bottles and cans, collecting cans for money

Strolling and Trolling for Nickels

bumble bee, honey bee, Central Park, Conservatory Gardens, New York City

Almost Motionless in Mid-Air

stop light, bird's nest, new york city

STOP

Wicked, policeman, bike rider, new york city

GREEN Means GO

concrete mixer

Mixing It Up, Pouring It Out

 

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