Souvenir de Dunkerque I found this collection of post cards in an old book; I imagine that they were purchased as memento of the person’s trip, and not necessarily to send to friends and family, based on the fact that there are various views of Dunkirk, France. The back of the cards…
He is Waiting for You? I saw this well dressed man, sitting, at a park, near a beach in mid-Florida, without the slightest ounce of pretense. He did not have an animal he was walking or waiting on, there was no newspaper or book or even a journal, to make him looke otherwise engaged,…
Fried Chicken My Mother, and her mother before her, both had a knack for frying chicken; a Sunday dinner favorite. The first time I made fried chicken was when I was in junior high school, and my Home Economics teacher introduced me to buttermilk battered chicken. I was fascinated by the entire process and as…
“1930’s Family Camping: York Beach, Maine At Home on the Road” I unexpectedly happened upon this exhibit, at the Smithsonian, and found myself taking a moment to savor a piece of both familiar and foreign history. One of the things I first noticed, when driving through Maine, many years ago, was that the…
Cheese Curls and the Seagulls We came upon this couple, at Nubble Lighthouse, in York, Maine, and absolutely had to stop to photograph their interaction with the seagulls – yes, I asked if I could photograph, and they kindly said yes. Apparently, the majestic gull, shares human’s appreciation for the crunchy, cheesy…
To love a painting is to feel that this presence is… not an object but a voice. ~ Andre Malraux ~ The Garden Parasol by Frederick Carl Frieseke I love the serenity of this painting. It so beautifully captures my idea of a perfect afternoon, one spent reading in the garden, enjoying the sunshine and…
A Good Life You are right I know you do not hear that often enough to please you but this time you are right chocolate cream pie in Missoula on the 4th of July is no small thing nor is the Fiddler on the Roof on Broadway or a flyover of military jets as we…
Our Collective Dream, Or Lack Thereof “. . . We choose to go to the Moon! We choose to go to the Moon in this decade and do the other things, not because they are easy, but because they are hard; because that goal will serve to organize and measure the best of our energies…
Sitting By My Bedside “One sure window into a person’s soul is his reading list.” ~ Mary B. W. Tabor ~ What are you reading? Are you looking for your next great read? Here is a look at what is sitting by my bedside, and which I am pleased to recommend. Let me know what…
National Memorial Cemetery of the Pacific Punch Bowl “the solemn pride that must be yours to have laid so costly a sacrifice upon the altar of freedom.” ~ Abraham Lincoln, writing to Mrs. Lydia Bixby ~ On Memorial Day, as we stop to remember those who have served our nation, I offer you…
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