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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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I always maintain that La Vie en Rose is in work in progress but perhaps this confection of a cottage is almost done since we both swear we certainly can’t add or put another thing into the house.   Murray was here on Sunday, he opted to come even though the weather was bad and he hadn’t seen Stacey and Matt who had arrived on Saturday, in a long time.

Murray took some great little snippet photos of what I refer to as Life in Pink;

The front porch is pinker than ever! My friend Jane, who owns the Lilligaard Hotel has been doing some redecorating and I’ve been the lucky recipient of some cast-offs!  The new pink wooden rocker  as well as some beautiful pink and turquoise floral cushions have definitely enhanced the front porch.

Ocean Grove, La Vie en Rose

Pinking Up the Porch

Finally my birthday present to myself bike was put together by my brother-in-law, Matt.

Schwinn bike, pink and white petunias, Ocean Grove

My Birthday Bike

The hydrangeas in the front yard are in full bloom and gorgeous.

pink and purple hydrangeas, Ocean Grove

Pink and Purple Hydrangeas

Squirrels are the official mascots at La Vie en Rose.  Peter feeds them all year round.  On the rare occasion when a live squirrel isn’t on the porch looking for a hand-out, we always have our ornamental friend.

statuary

Our Mascot

And here is the real live version chomping on a treat from Peter.

ocean grove, Peter Press

Yum yum! A peanut

Looking at So Cute from the front porch.

Nash Metropolitan, American Flag, Ocean Grove

A View From My Porch

All the floral beauty isn’t just in the front of the cottage.  This year I put a huge planter of pink and white petunias in a white wicker planter next to the shed.

wicker planter

Pink and White Petunias

By the way, squirrels aren’t the only wildlife that get fed on a regular basis.  The birds have feeders in the backyard a couple of Blue Jays show up from time to time for a peanut treat also.  Bold and brazen, they are not fazed by humans, at least not when there’s a peanut in sight.

Blue Jay, Fourth of July

In Pursuit of a Peanut

All photos by Murray Head

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Why oh why did I ever bring those cookies home?  I know why I bought them, I mean really whoever says, “No, I don’t want to buy your cookies”, “Now scram!”  Okay so I bought not one but three boxes (no accounting for lack of self-discipline).  Then I brought them home from the office last night and wouldn’t you know,  the same thing happened that happened last year!  (there’s no accounting for inability to learn from previous mistakes) – I heard them calling my name!  At first I thought I heard a faint voice in the distance and thought maybe it was someone out in the hall.  But then the voice grew stronger and stronger until it was perfectly clear to me that I was being beckoned!  And well you can guess what happened next, do I really have to admit it?  Nine cookies later, three from each box ( I wanted to be fair to all).

They’re evil.  Yes, Girl Scout Cookies are evil even if they don’t have any trans fats in them.  You might find these previous blogs interesting;  https://pbenjay.wordpress.com/2010/03/22/the-ten-retired-girl-scout-cookies-fans-miss-most-divine and  https://pbenjay.wordpress.com/2010/03/17/girl-scout-cookies-are-evil/ – I think you will have to copy and paste, I couldn’t seem to make the  links live.

I have to get them out of this house! So tomorrow, I’m going to invite my daughter and granddaughter over and as the benevolent Gigi that I am, give them ALL to them (well maybe I’ll keep a few lemon cremes).

Girl scout cookies, Girl Scouts, Lemon cremes, Lemon Chalet cremes

Just one more

 

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Many of you know that in my FAB FOTO FRIDAY segment, I have a few ongoing series such as RED,  FACES , Art Is Where You Find It and a couple others.  These photos were taken in Lower Manhattan and through the eye of the artist shooting them, an every day cityscape becomes a piece of art.

Lower Manhattan, blue transformers

Blue Transformers

photo by Murray Head

gray skies

Gray on Gray

Photo by Murray Head

Lower Manhattan,seagull, sea gull

Sea Gull in Lower Manhattan

photo by Murray Head

bridge in Manhattan, rough waters

The Bridge in the Background

photo by Murray Head

Kite flying, lower Manhattan

Kite Flying in Lower Manhattan

photo by Murray Head

New York Waterways taxi, water taxi

Water Taxi

photo by Murray Head

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What a great week for responses to my weekly plea for Six Word Memoirs!  This Monday I am posting some additional Six Word Movie Quotes.

Star Wars, light force

Luke Skywalker

Mother Nature surely is not happy – Heather

He’s back for a short time! – Susan Celtic Lady

Went bathing suit shopping-discouraging mistake!-Me

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With a really good  camera, a super lens, the patience of a saint (not Latter Day) and the eye of  a wonderful photographer, we can see just how one clever little squirrel builds his new home in Central Park.

Step 1.  Location, location, location-this squirrel knows the first rule of real estate

Central Park, New York City,

Location, location, location

Step 2. Start with a solid foundation.  In this case, oak leaves and twigs.

 

central park, Murray Head, new york city

Putting in a good foundation

Step 3.  Making sure the footings and foundation are set.

 

central park , bushy tail

Inspecting the foundation

Step 4. Double checking the work before continuing.

 

Double Checking

Step 5.  Looking to see if any home invaders are casing the neighborhood.

Anyone watching?

Step 6.  Re-enforcing the studs and joists.

Studs McGee - Master Builder

Step 7.  Installing dry wall.

Putting in the dry walls

Step 8.  Shingling the roof.

Hauling up shingles

Step 9.  Inspection before the C.O.

central park

Home Inspector

Step 10. Home Sweet Home

squirrel nest, cental park

Home Sweet Home

All photos by Murray Head

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It’s not that it seems like yesterday…but hard to believe it was more than a half a century ago that as a young girl growing up in the ’50’s, my friends and I played and amused ourselves with toys and pastimes from a simpler time.   I know I sound like a cliché and an echo of my own parents telling me of their childhoods in the early part of the 20th Century.  My youth was spent in the second half of that century and now I’m observing the toys, games and amusements of my granddaughter- born in this, the 21st Century.

I don’t know how big a part economics played in the toys we played with as children but  I’m sure it it did. Things are different with my granddaughter as they were when my daughter was raised.

aggies, dibs, clearies, slags, swirlies

Aggies

Let’s step back in time to the 1950’s, to a neighborhood populated by WWII veterans and their families;  My friends and I were post-war babies; future boomers in a simpler time and place.

red ball,

Paddle Ball

  1. Baseball cards A nickel a pack with a sheet of pink cardboard that passed off as bubble gum.  Yes even us girls had some baseball cards – ok well I may have had few more than my girlfriends because I was tomboy.  Anyway, each player leaned a card against a wall; then we would stand back and take turns tossing a card into the leaners, the cards that missed stayed on the floor and became part of the pot which would go to the winner.
  2. Paddle BallA really simple and extremely common toy.  Consisting of a wooden paddle with a small red ball attached to it by a long piece of elastic.  The idea – keep the ball in the air by whacking it with the paddle, the winner was whoever hit the ball the most times consecutively.
  3. Water Pistols –  The best summer toy on a hot day.  Colorful plastic guns; some in the shape of derringers and space guns.  NO large gatling guns, no blasters or rocket launchers – just a small pistol packed full of surprise and fun.
  4. Bubbles I know the kids today still play with bubbles, I’ve seen Finley (my granddaughter) get so excited over the magic of  blowing that produced iridescent globes floating in the air.   Today I was in a Dollar Store and saw quarts of bubble liquid for sale.  Maybe for the little old lady who lived in shoe. However, when I was a kid and your bubbles ran out, you tried to make your own solution from Mom’s liquid dish soap – it never really worked very well.
  5. Kites Kites were the harbingers of Spring along with jump ropes.  Our kites were the usual kite shape and made with richly-colored tissue paper usually with black lettering and I think most of us had Hi-Flyers. Once in a while I would see a box kite and as I got a little older, the kites were sporting designs such as stars and stripes and there were plastic kites too.  Now the good part (for me); my father used to make kites for me.  He had a super workshop in the basement, he would cut the wood and fashion the kite body out of road maps.   They were bigger than the store bought ones  with really long tails.  Then he would string it, balance it and make me  a wooden handle to wrap the kite string around.  Now, that was love…the time he spent making the kite and making sure I was involved in some aspect.  He could have just gone to Woolworth‘s or S.S. Kresge’s but then I would have never had this wonderful memory.
  6. Sledding – I mean on a real sled!  All of us had sleds with red runners, wooden slat seats, the best being a Flexible Flyer.  Hours and hours and then some more hours were spent hauling our sleds up Spencer Drive which had a huge hill.  I guess the town snow plows didn’t get down to blacktop because we always seemed to have enough snow to slide.  Snow days meant sledding until you were wet and cold and then having hot chocolate at one of our houses.  And then…well because we were all future baby boomers with post-war fathers, our dads were young enough to think it was fun to go sledding at night.  Young and the fact that most of them had the kind of job that didn’t require them to work late and they didn’t bring the job home with them either.  So after supper, we would often meet up again and go sliding with our dads.  Priceless memories of shrieking at breakneck speed on a mixture of ice and snow holding on tight to Dad.
  7. Flying a Wooden Airplane – Balsa wood Gliders were another Springtime and Summer treat.  Often a party favor or a reward for being good…these ubiquitous and ingenious little airplanes were everywhere.  The kit cost 10 cents! No need to read the instructions because all you had to do was rip open the packaging, slide the wing through the slot in the body and insert the tail fin and you were ready to pilot your plane through loops, nose-dives and distance races with your friends.  The Guillow company perfected a mass-production process and distribution to the chain stores like J.J. Newbury’s, Woolworth’s, Kresge’s etc.
  8. Punks – Not exactly a toy but truly a summer evening pastime.  I’m not sure where we got the Cattails, there must have been some swampy area nearby because we used to light the Cattails which we called punks and probably pretend we were smoking  keeping mosquitoes away.
  9. Shooting Marbles – Collecting them, trading them and playing with them, marbles were great fun.  I loved aggies which for me was the catchall name for any marble that wasn’t one of the new Cat’s Eyes marbles. The marbles were opaque with brilliant colors and designs;  they were swirls, clearies, slags and solids. I remember two games we used to play; one involved a circle drawn in the dirt or if you were inside, you could  make a circle out of string and the idea of the game was to use your shooter  and knock the marble out of the ring thereby winning them.  We also used to play a game which was like marble golf – you had to shoot your marble into a small hole in the ground.
  10. Parachute Blow Tube – You might get this really inexpensive and cheaply made toy at the 5 cent &10 cent or as a party favor! A little paper man was attached to a thin red plastic parachute .  The man and parachute fit into a narrow cardboard tube and you blew him out and up in the air.  You could also make your own.;  my father made me a parachute out of one of his white handkerchiefs and instead of a paper man, he strung a metal nut on it.   I could toss it high up in the air and it would come floating down beautifully.
  11. Check out a previous blog post about the Top Ten Toys from my childhood, https://pbenjay.wordpress.com/2010/10/21/thursdays-top-ten-toys-from-my-childhood/

sledding, sliding in the snow, snow days,

Flexible Flyer

balsa wood glider, glider kit

Balsa Wood Glider

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Pepsi logo (2003-2008). Pepsi Wild Cherry and ...

Warm Pepsi

I thought I was too young to be senile and forgetful, early dementia but then I found out I really have A.A.A.D.D and that explains it all.  Our kids and grandchildren may have A.D.D. but not to be outdone by the younger generation, many baby boomers have their own disorder de jour!

Thank goodness there’s a name for this disorder.  somehow I feel better even though I have it!!

Recently, I was diagnosed with A.A.A.D.D.Age Activated Deficit Disorder.

This is how it manifests:

I decide to water my garden.  As I turn on the hose in the driveway, I look over at my car and decide it needs washing.

As I start toward the shed for the hose pipe etc.,  I notice letters in the mailbox.  I decide to go through the mail before I wash the car.

I lay my car keys on the table.  Put the junk mail in the little recycle bin under the table, and notice that the bin is full so need to take it out to the green recycle box.  So I decide to put the bills back on the table and take the rubbish out.

But then I think,  since I’m going to be near the rubbish anyway, I may as well pay the bills first.

I take my check book off the  table, and see that there is only one check left.  My extra checks are in my desk in the lounge, so I go inside the house to the desk where I find the can of Pepsi I’d been drinking.

I’m going to look for my check, but first I need to push the Pepsi aside so I don’t accidentally knock it over.   The Pepsi is getting warm, and I decide to put it in the refrigerator to keep it cold.  As I head toward the kitchen with the Pepsi, a vase of flowers on the counter catches my eye-they need water.

I put the Pepsi on the counter and discover my reading glasses that I’ve been  searching for all  morning.  I decide I better put them back on my desk, but first I’m going to water the flowers.  I set the glasses back down on the counter, fill a container with water and suddenly spot the TV remote.  Someone left it on the kitchen table.

I realize that tonight when I go to watch TV, I’ll be looking for the remote, but won’t remember that it’s on the kitchen table, so I decide to put it back in the den where it belongs, but first I’ll water the flowers.  I pour some water in the flowers but quite a bit of it spills on the floor.  So I set the remote back on the table, get some towels and wipe up the spill.

Then I head down the hall trying to remember what I was planning to do.  At the end of the day: The car isn’t washed, the bills aren’t paid.  There is a warm can of Pepsi sitting on the counter.  The flowers don’t have enough water, there is still only one check in my checkbook,  I can’t find the remote, I can’t find my glasses, and I don’t remember what I did with the car keys.  Then, when I try to figure out why nothing got done today, I’m really baffled because I know I was busy all day, and I’m really tired.

Do me a favor.  Forward this message to everyone you know, because I don’t remember who I’ve sent it to.  Don’t laugh ~~if this isn’t it you yet, your day is coming!!


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