tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21435009005805114882024-03-25T06:57:54.675-07:00(((AZURE)))Sandy's view of the blue blue skyazurehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16643585235486241167noreply@blogger.comBlogger4009125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2143500900580511488.post-38633250490196716022024-03-17T19:13:00.000-07:002024-03-17T19:13:36.175-07:00Genius Meal Train<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7z-0Ptu8JkWOVsJtM3LJJDD_i8U9Qdb5u7krYZB8NNw7lWBOr9fa_QimV05I0TkZcsM4bwhzM6w27MSWF4F8JrWH7thAi9UtdulaA5KTO8ShEgh5rH_u0FMaxRKWqK21IFDd5VKtPoNybdNQSJ7tDnWrPmIcD984s1pL60GoMHogBZXi5tDHE-cghZg/s960/2024%20simon%2003%20cake.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="720" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7z-0Ptu8JkWOVsJtM3LJJDD_i8U9Qdb5u7krYZB8NNw7lWBOr9fa_QimV05I0TkZcsM4bwhzM6w27MSWF4F8JrWH7thAi9UtdulaA5KTO8ShEgh5rH_u0FMaxRKWqK21IFDd5VKtPoNybdNQSJ7tDnWrPmIcD984s1pL60GoMHogBZXi5tDHE-cghZg/s320/2024%20simon%2003%20cake.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><br /><p></p><p>Somebody had a genius idea for a meal train dessert. This family has an almost 3 year old and a new baby. She sent over a small frosted cake. But the sprinkles were in an attached separate bag. So the three year old could put the sprinkles on the cake.</p><p>Of course he loved it! Genius! A very good idea, one of the best!</p><p>Frankie (in his trademark leopard shirt) demonstrates.</p>azurehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16643585235486241167noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2143500900580511488.post-63218048424187880592024-03-10T18:50:00.000-07:002024-03-10T18:50:02.663-07:00Giving our Archives presentation<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhf4aMFoR6f5IDBplRXszfs6wjH0enuwgdo-XywiTlxJYG8Nzb4WzVTqvATC0pe8r3GUBBQHAVKI251V_8npk8DjzjRErB3Agzp41sVjkJSSH7fbkqkZ8MjLhQyyxL33-sPrWghIPWTrEtzO03YSnGuJF-idHq05vq06I7TRFKASahH7IBOSsf2e0Da2w/s794/2024%20const%20sandy%20mike.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="794" data-original-width="526" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhf4aMFoR6f5IDBplRXszfs6wjH0enuwgdo-XywiTlxJYG8Nzb4WzVTqvATC0pe8r3GUBBQHAVKI251V_8npk8DjzjRErB3Agzp41sVjkJSSH7fbkqkZ8MjLhQyyxL33-sPrWghIPWTrEtzO03YSnGuJF-idHq05vq06I7TRFKASahH7IBOSsf2e0Da2w/s320/2024%20const%20sandy%20mike.jpg" width="212" /></a></div><br /> On Friday night, the six of us in our Archives Hearth Group presented our projects at Temple. These groups are designed to help people get to know each other. Supposed to last six weeks, we're almost a year. These art projects address the problem of how to construct something that will communicate some of our family information to others, especially the younger generations. So we all made one. They are mounted on the walls in a hall off the main lobby. We all made a two minute speech introducing our work. Here I am, doing it.<p></p><p>I think I need images of all of them.</p><p>I was nervous at first thinking of producing an art piece. But not so bad! Many thanks to our leader Ken and our (accidental) artist in residence Mercer.</p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p>azurehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16643585235486241167noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2143500900580511488.post-85937392435514067152024-03-04T16:11:00.000-08:002024-03-04T16:11:28.883-08:00Great day in San Francisco<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnybIzO0-szEYuqsxWqbQqjKTaRP8jEFW8U1lPF4QHIplNmuyUyk9tV98rguNwi-GDq-rgrEgstUV9upCKF3OskwJoTuytHdOI1surRNyQr0wXX96NocDKk819pW-kO-88vFftaX_UrZ9uyYRY66OxtYPDNtEQ-jUEzaWkr2RHfPAkjaQqu6jdIIesBg/s874/2024%20Robert%20march%20concert.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="534" data-original-width="874" height="196" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnybIzO0-szEYuqsxWqbQqjKTaRP8jEFW8U1lPF4QHIplNmuyUyk9tV98rguNwi-GDq-rgrEgstUV9upCKF3OskwJoTuytHdOI1surRNyQr0wXX96NocDKk819pW-kO-88vFftaX_UrZ9uyYRY66OxtYPDNtEQ-jUEzaWkr2RHfPAkjaQqu6jdIIesBg/s320/2024%20Robert%20march%20concert.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /> I traveled to San Francisco for the day yesterday. Only problem was the logistics of getting back, we didn't get home until 2:30 am.<p></p><p>I went by myself. The main event was the Chopin Birthday concert played by Robert Schwartz. Fabulous! He does such a wonderful dramatic job with Chopin pieces. And everything else. We all were entranced from the very start. He treated us warmly after the concert. So worth it!</p><p>We also went to Mandalay Burmese restaurant. I definitely need to go there again. I will post pictures next time. JJ and I had a wonderful time. Prior to the restaurant we went to the tower at the de Young museum.</p><p>San Francisco, such a beautiful city.</p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p>azurehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16643585235486241167noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2143500900580511488.post-91806128808668432512024-02-28T21:01:00.000-08:002024-02-28T21:01:48.650-08:00Simon at two weeks<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZVJt0HtplemwnBbWKIb4Zf9IOweLfzDJS1D1_qLF_cow-I3D0lOWrtNlKu30QbHtY9vNWXXX-xDpEi4Bf6ZRiwmPSbJ6YRqZ9CHNFFm-5cjje7AvPpC64QJUMYw3XegBJX3GywRXOa4BGu51-XuMFGLL2bck7UdqPo154F_CXsOA5yH942cfHr8IfQQ/s4032/2024%20simon%200228%20eyes%20open.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZVJt0HtplemwnBbWKIb4Zf9IOweLfzDJS1D1_qLF_cow-I3D0lOWrtNlKu30QbHtY9vNWXXX-xDpEi4Bf6ZRiwmPSbJ6YRqZ9CHNFFm-5cjje7AvPpC64QJUMYw3XegBJX3GywRXOa4BGu51-XuMFGLL2bck7UdqPo154F_CXsOA5yH942cfHr8IfQQ/s320/2024%20simon%200228%20eyes%20open.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><br /> <p></p><p>Simon at two weeks with his eyes open!</p><p>Hmmm I think I need a Frankie picture</p><p><br /></p>azurehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16643585235486241167noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2143500900580511488.post-51390936805512983132024-02-25T14:02:00.000-08:002024-02-25T14:02:35.979-08:00Introducing Simon Arthur<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRa7b3stfYBiy_CUSb-TcWlOKgAWS_hEddqzY5Yno6mGeOhact3kg-6zYdI2Z-aN-A8OSGD2AKmiufLog_hWwGjpEYsw-luZRPrbLmUOjjOSduKworJGlV6mNfOj1DOH8YZXidTCb9r9Op4s7YO5ME1FKrsxN5cZ9wWwoHt2UFQ3nkaHmLEGxAbWJxOQ/s3664/2024%20simon%202%2024%20ilana.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3664" data-original-width="2720" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRa7b3stfYBiy_CUSb-TcWlOKgAWS_hEddqzY5Yno6mGeOhact3kg-6zYdI2Z-aN-A8OSGD2AKmiufLog_hWwGjpEYsw-luZRPrbLmUOjjOSduKworJGlV6mNfOj1DOH8YZXidTCb9r9Op4s7YO5ME1FKrsxN5cZ9wWwoHt2UFQ3nkaHmLEGxAbWJxOQ/s320/2024%20simon%202%2024%20ilana.jpg" width="238" /></a></div><p><br /></p>Welcoming Simon Arthur! He was born on Feb 13 (two weeks early). It was an extremely hard birth for mom and son due to a ruptured uterus. Ilana lost a lot of blood and Simon was moved to a high level NICU in Indianapolis. But everybody is home now safe and sound. Looking good for both of them. So fortunate for them that Matt's aunt and uncle live an hour or so away. Aunt Sarah came down and took care of Frank for a whole week. Known as the patron saint of their household. Megan went for a week to help out and crushed it. She'll be home tonight. Naomi is already on the way for a week. They might be ok; we show up on March 13, always the plan.<p></p><p>You can see that no blog entries since Feb 13; that's why.</p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p>azurehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16643585235486241167noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2143500900580511488.post-29125724835689427022024-02-12T19:03:00.000-08:002024-02-25T14:03:47.317-08:00Hi from Bowen<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVhWnaObK0Leb_WXwd24S80Bezt-wU8umQxCVudQbCfnOYqloftYJJNUEjgqLVcLQmso38znwVUPouxD1qK1_xlLMxEJy4WW3RXdKi0g-0j4jrESJoEKK1n0Y_sLsffcU4m2OW-ARyv12G1mzL0yqaQ7XhDLphEc3ni8SB5SJ5HhkuVUkJvh2Qg4ZxmQ/s3032/2024%20bowen.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3032" data-original-width="2712" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVhWnaObK0Leb_WXwd24S80Bezt-wU8umQxCVudQbCfnOYqloftYJJNUEjgqLVcLQmso38znwVUPouxD1qK1_xlLMxEJy4WW3RXdKi0g-0j4jrESJoEKK1n0Y_sLsffcU4m2OW-ARyv12G1mzL0yqaQ7XhDLphEc3ni8SB5SJ5HhkuVUkJvh2Qg4ZxmQ/s320/2024%20bowen.jpg" width="286" /></a></div><br /> Reacquaint yourself with our boy Bowen. Yeah, he's probably mostly pit bull terrier. And, he still has only one eye. We went to visit some of Dennis' relatives today (equipped with two cheese danish and two sandwiches). Points south to collect some pictures which we did score. His brother and birthfather. I tried to keep the birthfather visit to one hour but it was 45 minutes over our limit until I could drag him out.<p></p><p>Suzie let Bowen out partway through. He's not so great on the piddling on command but he does have an iron bladder. So I told her not to worry if he didn't go. He's a good boy and has his own pink puzzle piece nose. Bowen was his official name from Oklahoma and he comes to it. So there you go! Sounds like a name from Oklahoma.</p><p>Our lawn is almost entirely moss at this point; life in the Pacific Northwest.</p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p>azurehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16643585235486241167noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2143500900580511488.post-42332893633285420442024-02-03T13:35:00.000-08:002024-02-03T13:35:21.748-08:00Book House Reconstruction<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0cxe-jxic3CGtMTZu4oXCMDAfpvlUBWTT16NYzDi1NtS3eybXUkMNc720TLroz3b45LDwAVLG2Ky9TFBR0qo3A-A25NT9DQvX_SZ4KTVvmb2AhNyWzGhjbETdTIp9yVcw951weUpf0A5zk1gabb0AmrwukRzgqx_oLSk_tozKEmJiNPJ_9truhRbymA/s4032/2024%20bookhouse%201.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0cxe-jxic3CGtMTZu4oXCMDAfpvlUBWTT16NYzDi1NtS3eybXUkMNc720TLroz3b45LDwAVLG2Ky9TFBR0qo3A-A25NT9DQvX_SZ4KTVvmb2AhNyWzGhjbETdTIp9yVcw951weUpf0A5zk1gabb0AmrwukRzgqx_oLSk_tozKEmJiNPJ_9truhRbymA/s320/2024%20bookhouse%201.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiW8MoF7zTAKeVDpuhTs9MlFT6LfX6FibCAMtrVRpuTtTUq2S8EdTtXgbDcmDQboIkeBl1xAe_DrvSiJXmqc80gcb1LX8vHiGqkPrAAGoXuwitiTLzCC5wPuQACpsLgpcp2DobGbBcaZ8aFfhRFUG47XnRw7ckYBn0cjgsHYkpTwUNeE7UGL_jj0XLB8Q/s3739/2024%20bookhouse%20two.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3739" data-original-width="2317" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiW8MoF7zTAKeVDpuhTs9MlFT6LfX6FibCAMtrVRpuTtTUq2S8EdTtXgbDcmDQboIkeBl1xAe_DrvSiJXmqc80gcb1LX8vHiGqkPrAAGoXuwitiTLzCC5wPuQACpsLgpcp2DobGbBcaZ8aFfhRFUG47XnRw7ckYBn0cjgsHYkpTwUNeE7UGL_jj0XLB8Q/s320/2024%20bookhouse%20two.jpg" width="198" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1GNP700XUNhqHmCBoh4KmpVjbL1iHXcrLH4xryABAWgJxRkAjweJpkGxcNrvdifgmRWuSEldzcuies6ymKUQx0ak4GC6N-aSx7kv-xZLBDp6JltDIKmmyz8n4PUcn-FhyRjfAPFArrwC7ZP6Yqbj7Jrx1uOyWiVmSABMgp8R9BmNpNo-eJ1LqqkoD8Q/s3024/2024%20bookhouse%203.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1GNP700XUNhqHmCBoh4KmpVjbL1iHXcrLH4xryABAWgJxRkAjweJpkGxcNrvdifgmRWuSEldzcuies6ymKUQx0ak4GC6N-aSx7kv-xZLBDp6JltDIKmmyz8n4PUcn-FhyRjfAPFArrwC7ZP6Yqbj7Jrx1uOyWiVmSABMgp8R9BmNpNo-eJ1LqqkoD8Q/s320/2024%20bookhouse%203.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><p>Ilana is having her set of ?My Bookhouse" reconstructed! This beautiful set of five volumes of old-fashioned stories was bought by my grandparents in the 1920s for their children. I enjoyed the stories, poems and fairy tales as a child. I inherited them and my children enjoyed them too. I once brought one of them to school for some project; the teacher had a much later uglier version. I really thought she might do violence to get my version!</p><p>Ilana really wanted to have them. Being part of the library community, she's using her resources to have them repaired and reconstructed. So they will be strong for the next generation!</p><p><br /></p><p> </p>azurehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16643585235486241167noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2143500900580511488.post-47850006694750697852024-02-02T19:52:00.000-08:002024-02-02T19:52:59.896-08:00Archives Art Project<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjea6th1URi6sqrqQMK1H7K7rm_5Z2dXT-rGmvL8ZA0YnqVb50szxw3-3yQmbY2uoI74zDRGrNi6eRpKgl-mrRBCxOrTUxPKubR5_b1nXu5Ab2kWh6eqzWDcm3R8AgcH75aIGWuOhyphenhyphenTGu97ZtPPBwrEetJF5wqcYN8IH4FWXx8-dPAiBPQrc5ufJi4Zlg/s598/20240202%20Yiddishkeit%20layout_sm.tif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="598" data-original-width="450" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjea6th1URi6sqrqQMK1H7K7rm_5Z2dXT-rGmvL8ZA0YnqVb50szxw3-3yQmbY2uoI74zDRGrNi6eRpKgl-mrRBCxOrTUxPKubR5_b1nXu5Ab2kWh6eqzWDcm3R8AgcH75aIGWuOhyphenhyphenTGu97ZtPPBwrEetJF5wqcYN8IH4FWXx8-dPAiBPQrc5ufJi4Zlg/s320/20240202%20Yiddishkeit%20layout_sm.tif" width="241" /></a></div><br /> We started as a 6 week class last spring. About Archives. At our synagogue. But we're still going! Somehow the idea turned into an Art Show. Nobody is sure how that happened. The idea was to use the archival materials that we had and turn it into some art object.<p></p><p>Art? Aaack!</p><p>So mine is called "Why no yiddishkeit?" It started with an uncomfortable conversation I had with somebody I knew who assured me that she knew ALL about being Jewish. After awhile, she was substituting the yiddish culture from Eastern Europe, the people, the food, the music, the theater the language for Judaism. But then I thought about my own family. There really was none of that yiddishkeit in my family at all. Why not?</p><p>So this piece explores that. On my mother's side (the top half), her relatives were (almost) all from the earlier 1840-1860 migration from the German States. About 250,000 came; they did not come from yiddish (and it's culture) lands. Many from Bavaria ssettled in New Haven, CT. They spoke German and considered themselves German.</p><p>My father's side (the bottom half) came from the much larger (about 2 million) later migration (1880-1925) from Eastern Europe. Where the yiddish culture flourished. The Lower East Side, the garment trade, etc. But my father's family settled in Rochester NY. In 1918, my grandfather, won a scholarship to Harvard and was a proud 1920 graduate. From that point on, he was a Harvard Man. He and my grandmother denied their immigrant past of their parents; they obliterated it.</p><p>As you know, I have a lot of archival material. And I use it. A lot.</p><p>There's the final piece though I'm still picking at it.</p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p>azurehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16643585235486241167noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2143500900580511488.post-86885691239367902212024-02-01T15:09:00.000-08:002024-02-01T15:09:52.161-08:00Edwin T. Pratt<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjG59Bp7TNd5oGH1fifwYDNFMe6Zuil25bgSL7Ew4UWBUW5r-jEv0GpfuGcnhhwsIBi738OC6CM_300aqonWa98em6PvTVNFxD_u0iPA4z41tnHjpyOGoHjEFgNrXsVoEecPp9uGJQEK58K0dDPMLXpFKei7-ideumOGzETTdw07eH1xo9iHCLQgYvySA/s690/2024%20pratt.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="588" data-original-width="690" height="273" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjG59Bp7TNd5oGH1fifwYDNFMe6Zuil25bgSL7Ew4UWBUW5r-jEv0GpfuGcnhhwsIBi738OC6CM_300aqonWa98em6PvTVNFxD_u0iPA4z41tnHjpyOGoHjEFgNrXsVoEecPp9uGJQEK58K0dDPMLXpFKei7-ideumOGzETTdw07eH1xo9iHCLQgYvySA/s320/2024%20pratt.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZalm2taII1zHsQpLXUe0SQVaEOM7luSrqY9MLXLvCXlWDVH9B54He6tK36LSnx7g8p4hB0keh0l6lB_x8zMfYxz61lw7tY994DMyWSyr_xRBWH8u5XdKeqk_iw79fE4xqPzFRKEbx4Hc6qJp7SM1w9UTJ3yvvF1oWKsUAwcJN_4uI5upKUn-7w534Gw/s2766/2024%20pratt%20ken.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1866" data-original-width="2766" height="216" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZalm2taII1zHsQpLXUe0SQVaEOM7luSrqY9MLXLvCXlWDVH9B54He6tK36LSnx7g8p4hB0keh0l6lB_x8zMfYxz61lw7tY994DMyWSyr_xRBWH8u5XdKeqk_iw79fE4xqPzFRKEbx4Hc6qJp7SM1w9UTJ3yvvF1oWKsUAwcJN_4uI5upKUn-7w534Gw/s320/2024%20pratt%20ken.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><p>Edwin T Pratt was a civil rights leader and President of the Urban League. In 1959, he ad his family moved to Shoreline. The first black family to do so. Shameful! Ten years later, he was assassinated in his own home. Even worse! The murder is unsolved to this day. Terrible!</p><p>We attended the annual Edwin T. Pratt event at Shoreline Community College. I had connections to both of the main speakers. Ken Winick (featured at the podium) leads the Hearth Group on Archives at Beth Am that we are participating in. Jean Soliz is the sister in law of Diane S. who is shown in the picture in red. A long time friend. Jean was very close to the family and is writing a book about him.</p><p>Some Shoreline facilities are named after him.</p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p> </p>azurehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16643585235486241167noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2143500900580511488.post-3902028529498003892024-01-30T11:34:00.000-08:002024-01-30T11:36:01.336-08:00Two matching pictures<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_ax7Vy-qWRfDvUowZ2eQSSm-KLl2MYnDhB9JKRDZRqllTbVFOpEfaECUprjCqvZViOycOMuVRLJ035VCIpydSZagypLAq509Smv8ICDnqxQh0OWpWgT9QP_WJ6-PLTSxudPGrRE-lwyuAw0Ul5gy9A5UQMol4KHIiWtmDtvDxeXNhGSrN6Jzv5ZKTPw/s2560/2024%202019%20beach%20sandy.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1440" data-original-width="2560" height="180" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_ax7Vy-qWRfDvUowZ2eQSSm-KLl2MYnDhB9JKRDZRqllTbVFOpEfaECUprjCqvZViOycOMuVRLJ035VCIpydSZagypLAq509Smv8ICDnqxQh0OWpWgT9QP_WJ6-PLTSxudPGrRE-lwyuAw0Ul5gy9A5UQMol4KHIiWtmDtvDxeXNhGSrN6Jzv5ZKTPw/s320/2024%202019%20beach%20sandy.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_EHIQOSJb17jl_vvcxAjEEen0ngySNXMUiPv5vJhr_9iMUDbUuqLLgaUPb3SA4kAwNLYBQlD5ZCyX1nW8kbKjz1qI2PqeHClkKX1VR_qzL8vgb617283j5Nho9oA2_b1n2OBK9Hm1eg9oKJEzb3SpnJ0g8LrXJTisSxO-rR9K1tB_WcM4iE1iiqAdGg/s2576/2024%202019%20beach%20jj.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1932" data-original-width="2576" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_EHIQOSJb17jl_vvcxAjEEen0ngySNXMUiPv5vJhr_9iMUDbUuqLLgaUPb3SA4kAwNLYBQlD5ZCyX1nW8kbKjz1qI2PqeHClkKX1VR_qzL8vgb617283j5Nho9oA2_b1n2OBK9Hm1eg9oKJEzb3SpnJ0g8LrXJTisSxO-rR9K1tB_WcM4iE1iiqAdGg/s320/2024%202019%20beach%20jj.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><p><br /></p>A set of matching pictures; of myself and my college roommate. On West Cliff Drive in Santa Crua. Five years ago.<p></p><p>We look at them now. My roommate says, "I looked so much younger then!" I guess I could say that myself. Mostly I wonder, where is that red scarf? Haven't seen it forever.</p><p>Probably more information could be drawn out of it. I'm wearing a Seattle Pops hat, now also gone. I think I lost it in Hawaii. I don't know where that is now either. Around here somewhere.</p><p>Would it have been more fun to take it when we were standing next to each other?</p><p>Taken with two different cell phones, notice the color difference.</p><p>We're dreaming of a bay area bay trip to attend a Chopin concert given by Robert Schwartz, who visited last year. I dunno if I can actually pull it off. But it would be so fun! In about a month.</p><p>That would have been the 45th anniversary of our college class graduation. Yup, this year, the 50th!</p><p><br /> </p><p><br /></p><p> </p><p><br /></p>azurehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16643585235486241167noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2143500900580511488.post-29064740245673831252024-01-28T13:25:00.000-08:002024-01-28T13:25:34.758-08:00Me 5 years ago<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikTNHRgIFlxQYU4Y3a6VPzilSqIO2GLPexpa79Vl9q4l50pVHp_i0cB4ovigNiibojz9WUOJMB6YZV99fKA5mYGcyxbmNWXryl6mYThyphenhyphenkPSSnw8OXRjo5e4DKUpK6zygI159lnTx5OUsUV_ZhvEGNw0lNl47l3sqRAr6PrgPiVO5nKCgU46rcvKqMNIA/s2257/2024%202019%20sandy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2257" data-original-width="2200" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikTNHRgIFlxQYU4Y3a6VPzilSqIO2GLPexpa79Vl9q4l50pVHp_i0cB4ovigNiibojz9WUOJMB6YZV99fKA5mYGcyxbmNWXryl6mYThyphenhyphenkPSSnw8OXRjo5e4DKUpK6zygI159lnTx5OUsUV_ZhvEGNw0lNl47l3sqRAr6PrgPiVO5nKCgU46rcvKqMNIA/s320/2024%202019%20sandy.jpg" width="312" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKY0T8qAIjV055_qVRWYkSuub1qdLird4d7XgrhlrxK3x79NtBE_QDuBiP7e-8gi97bzJ5KWoFU07td5JLO1U-zjPMCS5g3C9KIAug8qDDk4clwrixY_zWYBjABDbmu881Ap2rTNOlUVEAFxMj3B_fmBPfRdLBcuiS6Kw88w1Tjx3A20qmIwIgbvLkbg/s2576/2024%202019%20inflammation%20dnner'.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1932" data-original-width="2576" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKY0T8qAIjV055_qVRWYkSuub1qdLird4d7XgrhlrxK3x79NtBE_QDuBiP7e-8gi97bzJ5KWoFU07td5JLO1U-zjPMCS5g3C9KIAug8qDDk4clwrixY_zWYBjABDbmu881Ap2rTNOlUVEAFxMj3B_fmBPfRdLBcuiS6Kw88w1Tjx3A20qmIwIgbvLkbg/s320/2024%202019%20inflammation%20dnner'.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /> <p></p><p>Just getting back to deleting my old email. One of those things that went by the wayside when I had my surgery.</p><p>A picture from 2019 at JJ's Santa Cruz house. The last Crownie reunion we had until COVID stopped all that kind of thing. Taken by Barry G. Have I used this photo before? Who knows?</p><p>That was the year we had the inflammation dinner. Instead of pizza or similar, we decided to serve anti-inflammatory foods. Mostly fruits and veggies, some chicken some bread. Everybody seemed to like it.</p><p>Last year, there was an alumni weekend, but that's the year that my high school friends came and we did the big Priscilla program. All the Crownie 74s stayed home. They all said they would wait until the 50th. So we're here just about.</p><p>That picture, not fab, but I look all right. It was a fun time. We'll be there again soon.</p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p>azurehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16643585235486241167noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2143500900580511488.post-24749177225259393272024-01-26T18:17:00.000-08:002024-01-26T18:17:43.623-08:00Pam and Charlie reading to Scoutie<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYs-D1MZJWarrMNl1pGQMGM3Kow_Dlh3c4xkOp1k1DG3ba25MPjRnLGgUluSb0g4qHtCQrAboLNl5ZGlzeX6rkazlDwHZ7fOiMWJzPvkQkxKXiOE1xlMrKfunmoEPZaCRWuyaEZM0XNWoCicVrU-3OnkE-n_GD-Yod61VStFrrFUPeJAXeWO1dkKN4_g/s3066/2024%20scout%20reading.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3066" data-original-width="2928" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYs-D1MZJWarrMNl1pGQMGM3Kow_Dlh3c4xkOp1k1DG3ba25MPjRnLGgUluSb0g4qHtCQrAboLNl5ZGlzeX6rkazlDwHZ7fOiMWJzPvkQkxKXiOE1xlMrKfunmoEPZaCRWuyaEZM0XNWoCicVrU-3OnkE-n_GD-Yod61VStFrrFUPeJAXeWO1dkKN4_g/s320/2024%20scout%20reading.jpg" width="306" /></a></div><br />My brother Charlie and my sister Pam reading to their grand niece Scoutie on their recent trip. Scoutie wanted her great uncle Charlie to read her book at least for a minute or two. You can see my reflection. <p></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p>azurehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16643585235486241167noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2143500900580511488.post-3705613554998301832024-01-23T14:38:00.000-08:002024-01-23T14:38:50.317-08:00Frankie picks out his own clothes<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0u6uPfIhQYOl_5JCeLqhjxYQ8R3Fh1PFuRGYlPpwTc9JQjlez9T8RNT0RFZMGvL5X7aO-Ka6cUYWtdqAlvvwMi9tRPc00uHk8Nt98F2s_spszslVnyt2_-oweOb3G0nF11HqOEyvk6PeYHhNFA93buev2mJqsQ1c4w2-Gtc3q64V30ScfSojUchrLVw/s1280/2024%20frank%2001%20clothes.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1280" data-original-width="960" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0u6uPfIhQYOl_5JCeLqhjxYQ8R3Fh1PFuRGYlPpwTc9JQjlez9T8RNT0RFZMGvL5X7aO-Ka6cUYWtdqAlvvwMi9tRPc00uHk8Nt98F2s_spszslVnyt2_-oweOb3G0nF11HqOEyvk6PeYHhNFA93buev2mJqsQ1c4w2-Gtc3q64V30ScfSojUchrLVw/s320/2024%20frank%2001%20clothes.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><p><br /></p>Frankie picked out his own clothes for this shot. "Once Upon a Child" in Bloomington IN is a large store of used children's clothes and toys. You can buy really great stuff there; I've bought some myself. So Ilana took Frank and let him pick out his own outfit. Great choice, a cheetah (?) spot printed shirt with a lovely blue sweatshirt over it. Completed with a dolphin hat. Unclear whether the cooking tongs are part of the outfit. Could be.<br /> <p></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p>azurehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16643585235486241167noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2143500900580511488.post-51746356192832708302024-01-21T15:21:00.000-08:002024-01-21T15:21:21.750-08:00The three of us at Limmud<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgE7C3OmCCSGqlG5B61LpoFdeeT28LmaYl6OLoi5WFI_iAOei2seVdDntISZrtQPu8038rSbRuck5xTBl_I79ciyIWPse-tTFZnge-FskgzasLgvCfxnMTitCEn3W2C72JAzqsMSBr0PiulQgfh9-p8wrtJMy6sYGY7DvqEWS1TW7mll7FKj9JHlvrH5g/s4032/2024%20limmud%203.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgE7C3OmCCSGqlG5B61LpoFdeeT28LmaYl6OLoi5WFI_iAOei2seVdDntISZrtQPu8038rSbRuck5xTBl_I79ciyIWPse-tTFZnge-FskgzasLgvCfxnMTitCEn3W2C72JAzqsMSBr0PiulQgfh9-p8wrtJMy6sYGY7DvqEWS1TW7mll7FKj9JHlvrH5g/s320/2024%20limmud%203.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /> So here I am with my siblings, Charlie and Pam. We're at Limmud which is an annual program of Jewish learning. At UW. Lots of different sessions. I went last year and enjoyed it so I encouraged us all to go as it was during their visit. And it WAS fun. Some sessions we went together, some apart. I think they both enjoyed it. I especially enjoyed the music sessions though my sister is the singer, not me. I wish!<p></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p>azurehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16643585235486241167noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2143500900580511488.post-89007220535386409262024-01-19T17:17:00.000-08:002024-01-19T17:17:54.758-08:00Where is my hearing aid?<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnVknH0Bgj-L1JP7YKEIZ5nZ-G5HWZdF7sICpXmWc8yIY5L7ZDvTyWVjDd7vWOttCUPnSzrEzpOPFknMMrnpaAMNMnWaTwzwhWU1btsMplYToRkUOwkopWvSmKT4116Hzyp0zRo9pb7birq2yze6flxUzLJtwD0MBRYPQp50SXLY6EYmLNCf9uPIb_fw/s786/hearing%20aids.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="786" data-original-width="785" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnVknH0Bgj-L1JP7YKEIZ5nZ-G5HWZdF7sICpXmWc8yIY5L7ZDvTyWVjDd7vWOttCUPnSzrEzpOPFknMMrnpaAMNMnWaTwzwhWU1btsMplYToRkUOwkopWvSmKT4116Hzyp0zRo9pb7birq2yze6flxUzLJtwD0MBRYPQp50SXLY6EYmLNCf9uPIb_fw/s320/hearing%20aids.png" width="320" /></a></div><br /><p></p><p>So today, I had a bunch of medical appts. All in a row. Partly moved from my siblings visit. I haven't attempted to do something like this since my surgery last October. I took the car and Dennis didn't come with me. Did it all myself. Went to PT, had my teeth cleaned, stopped in a bakery and talked to the knee doctor.</p><p>Here's another thread. I have some hearing aids similar to those pictured. Notice there are two of them, one for each ear. I find them very easy to lose. Especially with glasses, scarves, jackets, masks. You take them off and the hearing aid goes with them. The hearing aid people say that these are usually not lost.</p><p>So I'm at my last stop. Can't figure out why the right hearing aid is not connecting. Look at the troubleshooting screen. Is the hearing aid on? It asks. The left one, yup. The right one? Um, where is it? It's not there! The right hearing aid has left the building. Where it is? I've been a bunch of places, parking lots, bathrooms.</p><p>I call the PT place. I call the Dentist. I check in at the front desk of the UW clinic. I retrace my steps including the bathrooms. Look in the car, look at the jacket and hat, etc. Do not find it. I return to the PT place. I return to the bakery. I return to dentist. When I got home, we go over the car very carefully. Check my belongings. No hearing aid anywhere.</p><p>So I'm going on the theory that it will turn up this weekend. But I'm bummed because I don't have my hearing aid. And the replacement? They said, the first one they replace the first one for $400. After that, it's the full cost, 2K per.</p><p>I'm going to let it lie this weekend. Anybody know where it is?</p><p><br /></p>azurehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16643585235486241167noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2143500900580511488.post-2483394963424386612024-01-18T15:37:00.000-08:002024-01-21T15:56:36.749-08:00Latke Crew<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrG2ggpXod0u8S4r_HSohVwKgvr5NBOsN-j-ThDnDS9uO9_MN-BihcZ8uHhvmlJSe8Cyxb2Rl5HlC43ZMRNxKCpENaWlj-LADKvIgBXMP2dNjt6rwGyhNNoLW3mbofOjE8J820-SjC2ec6p502AJQs_SRagwZawukaDaDJXXnQsBwkhxjNWHGY-qGQsA/s4032/2024%20latke%20crew.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2284" data-original-width="4032" height="181" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrG2ggpXod0u8S4r_HSohVwKgvr5NBOsN-j-ThDnDS9uO9_MN-BihcZ8uHhvmlJSe8Cyxb2Rl5HlC43ZMRNxKCpENaWlj-LADKvIgBXMP2dNjt6rwGyhNNoLW3mbofOjE8J820-SjC2ec6p502AJQs_SRagwZawukaDaDJXXnQsBwkhxjNWHGY-qGQsA/s320/2024%20latke%20crew.jpg" width="320" /></a> </div><br /> Those latkes did not fry themselves. We had a dedicated latke crew working for several hours (well maybe 2) to make them all up. Headed by Chef Suzie (left). I thought 4x the recipe (from old Mosaic Law cookbook) would be enough. But the crew ended up making 7x. A lotta latkes. But you can't have too many latkes.<p></p><p>Also shown, my daughter in law Megan, Naomi's boyfriend Stephen, my sister Pam and my brother Charlie. All working hard on latke production. </p><p>I could have not put on this big dinner without my family (including my siblings)</p><p>It is always more fun to have something to do.</p><p>I did not participate in the making of the latkes. But I was the one who had everything completed and ready when the guests came.</p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p>azurehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16643585235486241167noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2143500900580511488.post-425691627086275722024-01-17T16:21:00.000-08:002024-01-17T16:21:07.780-08:00Sibling visit - Latke dinner<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuRDWEca_TLxja0gYTWPxqJM9ZjdH6eeOp42gcV9igozZM0gZfdD54Rfgwy8O2bMqS1TIgG8TeKsdKO9kxIZ50YWJJmvQ4b75cEFVoLugKdPCisbRCoKjntm20WRhcOsorK1rYxRT8-hPKVsPmGaSZ7LYWWuiwI1x36yFTVnnbt_KrAIqKoBH1y8faWw/s4020/2024%20latka%20dinner.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2646" data-original-width="4020" height="211" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuRDWEca_TLxja0gYTWPxqJM9ZjdH6eeOp42gcV9igozZM0gZfdD54Rfgwy8O2bMqS1TIgG8TeKsdKO9kxIZ50YWJJmvQ4b75cEFVoLugKdPCisbRCoKjntm20WRhcOsorK1rYxRT8-hPKVsPmGaSZ7LYWWuiwI1x36yFTVnnbt_KrAIqKoBH1y8faWw/s320/2024%20latka%20dinner.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><p><br /></p><p>This is showing the ending first. Our latke dinner last Saturday. I know, latkes (potato pancakes) go with Chanukah which happens in December not in January. But I wanted to have a big latke dinner and I just couldn't do it in December. So I put it off a month. My sister Pam and my brother Charlie came to visit and help out. And I used their help A LOT. They cut vegetables and washed dishes all darn weekend.</p><p>We made all this dinner, the brisket (I bought a lot of brisket), the home made applesauce (from apples from our tree plus some other backyard apples), the lemon pie. We also lit the candles and played dreydel.with chocolate coiins.</p><p>I kept saying we were having 14. But when everybody came, my brother said, we have 16. Not sure how I made this count error but heck, we'll fit them all in. Charlie, Melina and Chris sat on the couch. We had everybody plus Jonathan(who's all grown up but used to live next door) plus Stephen's parents.</p><p>We had plenty of food, the latke making crowd worked in tandem to get them all fried. A good time was had by all. If a little overwhelming.</p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p> </p>azurehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16643585235486241167noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2143500900580511488.post-53027789839359645442024-01-08T19:59:00.000-08:002024-01-08T19:59:55.404-08:00Bowen and popcorn<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkljW5Fx20LMoO26Os6QAmMvxerf-owXxteg93y92QknM_HPNpQdQQ9w9oWpxQt76bqFRMBpJFjYI8kmyOGNlsvJLWV7JBlQSHyXqbtV6sC91zweCBN8a_Bb9c5AcIZKiY4aFX8VkKdDNdCg6hPPB8KkKeXsdQEtFfeMeBE5ttIhR_yMXpZoAytkGnag/s3399/2024%20bowen%20popcorn.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2868" data-original-width="3399" height="270" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkljW5Fx20LMoO26Os6QAmMvxerf-owXxteg93y92QknM_HPNpQdQQ9w9oWpxQt76bqFRMBpJFjYI8kmyOGNlsvJLWV7JBlQSHyXqbtV6sC91zweCBN8a_Bb9c5AcIZKiY4aFX8VkKdDNdCg6hPPB8KkKeXsdQEtFfeMeBE5ttIhR_yMXpZoAytkGnag/s320/2024%20bowen%20popcorn.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><p></p><p>Bowen loves it when Dennis makes popcorn. When he has everything done, Dennis throws a whole bunch of popcorn right at Bowen. Bowen opens wide to get as much as he can but most bounces off of him and scatters around the floor. Fine with Bowen because he can get some on the fly and then get the rest off the floor. You win both ways. So then Bowen tries to eat the popcorn just as fast as he can.</p><p>Listening to the Washington Huskies lose to Michigan in the Football Championship.</p><p>Also I got the add code this morning and the registrar promptly registered me. My sister is coming in tonight but the weather is dreadful and getting worse. Not even sure I want to go to class tomorrow.</p><p><br /></p>azurehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16643585235486241167noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2143500900580511488.post-76384221865521091622024-01-05T19:44:00.000-08:002024-01-05T19:44:09.345-08:00Add Code Hell<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglAKP4laxV7f8xRECYbCygErjeckNRKGj_JL-C2JTppnsStD5GiuLZxN0q-zepsJW9E7ejggtZtUApjPzpglWDWdcDDIRu7bNwr-53UWtctV7XjxjdTCUSX02vqt2ahu2IBDHHMNBz4wZc9q8sBqC3uk65qjxURZkTm_MzH9o8-H-y8emJhEGXrylJmw/s474/add%20code.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="361" data-original-width="474" height="244" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglAKP4laxV7f8xRECYbCygErjeckNRKGj_JL-C2JTppnsStD5GiuLZxN0q-zepsJW9E7ejggtZtUApjPzpglWDWdcDDIRu7bNwr-53UWtctV7XjxjdTCUSX02vqt2ahu2IBDHHMNBz4wZc9q8sBqC3uk65qjxURZkTm_MzH9o8-H-y8emJhEGXrylJmw/s320/add%20code.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>I am currently in Add Code Hell at the University. Went to my class yesterday, it filled at the last moment. It had been sitting quite a way low for a long time. I'm the only Access Student. The prof said it was fine for me to take the class.<p></p><p>This raises the eternal existential question:</p><p><b>Do I need an Add Code and where do I get it?</b></p><p>Nobody knows. I've been a access student for 12 years and nobody ever knows.</p><p>So the registrar won't register me as the class is full. Unless I have an Add Code. The professor does not have them. Anyway the registration was so low, she wouldn't need them anyway. I should call all the department, they have them. So I call the Jackson School and they don't have them. They say to write their advising office. I do and also call them, there's a student in after lunch and she knows about them. I call her and she doesn't know. But it turns out that the person who may know isn't in the office today. </p><p>Hello, it's the third day of the quarter, people may need Add Codes!</p><p>So no Add Code which means I don't have access to the class website where the readings are.</p><p>People! This happens every darn quarter. Often I don't need one but when I do, nobody ever knows who has them.<br /> </p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p>azurehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16643585235486241167noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2143500900580511488.post-22491869742985512962024-01-04T19:23:00.000-08:002024-01-04T19:23:45.624-08:00Chanukah funnie<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_BFMqQ6B4tVnGVFc179y84qKMPLV2msUG-7RcWmAI0abx2gMI5EskFa1E8utICsenrCxTAEbeGmbmNrLCwSj0G32WCFpjVpY3W1S5By1fFQSpniIw1wmH-9-2VNhdlPcWGo13o7lBCZHaxS81QZ8PgXqk1oQ5qsqW1lon9nU1rl73J0AphHo_qMfYqw/s1000/20231210%20Rhymes%20with%20Orange.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="338" data-original-width="1000" height="108" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_BFMqQ6B4tVnGVFc179y84qKMPLV2msUG-7RcWmAI0abx2gMI5EskFa1E8utICsenrCxTAEbeGmbmNrLCwSj0G32WCFpjVpY3W1S5By1fFQSpniIw1wmH-9-2VNhdlPcWGo13o7lBCZHaxS81QZ8PgXqk1oQ5qsqW1lon9nU1rl73J0AphHo_qMfYqw/s320/20231210%20Rhymes%20with%20Orange.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br />This was from the Sunday comics some week ago. I thought it was funny. This author definitely celebrated Chanukah. Dennis thought it was funny too, he shared it with our Archives Hearth Group and they all thought it was funny. A good one! <p></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p>azurehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16643585235486241167noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2143500900580511488.post-91863265023420023912024-01-03T14:12:00.000-08:002024-01-03T14:12:57.668-08:00Frank - model train<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipZmFhKPLksjHPbCOUPqAlf6ITf8Qa-X_8X_EKTB6iM1XRc-kQQJkZctHrmZfFrvPFppFGHkS86A-MeD0_qezo-lHYEmbHbjeVw1EQbMZKHchrZE5xikrBHYWKTtbsFHu9mHqsROty8KrOFXA6rCRrwE2HXj9vbiB1wbcjuovBd3HnMkiVQhHXEL52pg/s850/2023%20frank%2012%20%20train.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="850" data-original-width="478" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipZmFhKPLksjHPbCOUPqAlf6ITf8Qa-X_8X_EKTB6iM1XRc-kQQJkZctHrmZfFrvPFppFGHkS86A-MeD0_qezo-lHYEmbHbjeVw1EQbMZKHchrZE5xikrBHYWKTtbsFHu9mHqsROty8KrOFXA6rCRrwE2HXj9vbiB1wbcjuovBd3HnMkiVQhHXEL52pg/s320/2023%20frank%2012%20%20train.jpg" width="180" /></a></div><br />Before Christmas, Ilana and her family went to some nearby cabins attached to a lodge with a big indoor swimming pool with lots of slides and toys. Great, thought Ilana, this will be our entertainment. It's gotten so expensive to go to the pool in Bloomington. Here, we can go to the pool as long as we want. Every day!<p></p><p>So you can guess what happened. Frank, age 2 1/2 would have nothing to do with the beautiful fancy pool. Refused to get in. Nope, not doing it.</p><p>So they looked for other things to do in the small town. They found a good looking model train outfit along with some guys (there always are) to run it. Frank was fascinated with the model railroad. Watched it a lot. </p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p>azurehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16643585235486241167noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2143500900580511488.post-73887961521978771212024-01-01T15:15:00.000-08:002024-01-01T15:15:03.586-08:00Styling it<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCO6Bi8KB-Mbn87s_j-yPuGHaAlmpqIYcQ4938qPDldEwjOZnRRRFCs3hzh7M59NVatzi4-6SsXxHq51vhigD7u4fR09rlFwCOY-vFgrFIs5v7qU8PaWr_pT9Ilg3qvIXsljZE8EZwR5OTWXpKRTh4MqEN61DiVK_lCF4iFqIQ8nWbZ0LYOkEcr_aOrA/s1080/2023%20Danny%20Jessica%20nye.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1080" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCO6Bi8KB-Mbn87s_j-yPuGHaAlmpqIYcQ4938qPDldEwjOZnRRRFCs3hzh7M59NVatzi4-6SsXxHq51vhigD7u4fR09rlFwCOY-vFgrFIs5v7qU8PaWr_pT9Ilg3qvIXsljZE8EZwR5OTWXpKRTh4MqEN61DiVK_lCF4iFqIQ8nWbZ0LYOkEcr_aOrA/s320/2023%20Danny%20Jessica%20nye.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /> A nice picture of Danny and Jessica styling it up for New Years Eve last night. Have to ask them where they went. But it looks festive! <p></p><p>We stayed home and tried to comfort and reassure the dog who did NOT like all those loud noises.</p><p>I posted the pictures of the gravestones of my great great grandparents in Rochester to a Facebook group "Tracing the Tribe - Jewish Genealogy on Facebook." People are very generous in translating gravestones or other documents. I didn't think it was readable but I got an answer!</p><blockquote style="border: none; margin: 0px 0px 0px 40px; padding: 0px; text-align: left;"><p style="text-align: left;">Raphael: (abbr) Here is buried / our dear father / a man wholehearted and upright / (abbr) our teacher the master Rafael Aryeh / son of Mr. Baruch Horvitz / who went to his [eternal] world / 16th of the month of Elul / in the year 5673 / (abbr) May his soul be bound in the bond of life</p><p style="text-align: left;">Ethel: (abbr) Her is buried / our dear mother / Etil daughter of Aryeh / Leib died 13th / of the month of Shvat / in the year 5678 / (abbr) May her soul be bound in the bond of life</p></blockquote><p>If didn't give too much information but I got some father's names</p><p><br /></p>azurehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16643585235486241167noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2143500900580511488.post-34422861624676025032023-12-31T18:44:00.000-08:002023-12-31T18:44:26.725-08:00Still trying to get over the pond<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0yobhGdThQjjwhK206jd5eDbLC1BM6F87RPoZyRoGqJfAmubjSXufNtF0eDZB2ieZcEn729Ccm9M95sWrnIDsaA2McphJ1jJCQU2hs-YHRuf-yXjBrmh57wacqlniDqWvr0RCvVR5bxBEJOg_bNGkX6Ydqz6e30wnHucXTN47RvU_2GZKKlDC_hu8oA/s3009/hervitz%20parents%20stone%201.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3009" data-original-width="2689" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0yobhGdThQjjwhK206jd5eDbLC1BM6F87RPoZyRoGqJfAmubjSXufNtF0eDZB2ieZcEn729Ccm9M95sWrnIDsaA2McphJ1jJCQU2hs-YHRuf-yXjBrmh57wacqlniDqWvr0RCvVR5bxBEJOg_bNGkX6Ydqz6e30wnHucXTN47RvU_2GZKKlDC_hu8oA/s320/hervitz%20parents%20stone%201.jpg" width="286" /></a></div><br />I'm still trying to get my ancestors 'over the pond'. I know the town in the Czech Republic for the Lederers but I generally leave that branch to the experts. And I know the Zunder/Rosenthal branch pretty well in Bavaria. These are all in the 1840s. But everything else is just too much a mystery. There was a time when I was in Salt Lake City at the LDS library (quite a few years ago) where I was really trying to get Paul Weil (around 1860) I just had an apocryphal story about his grandfather "the chief rabbi of Berlin" I had a ship manifest which maybe kinda worked until the volunteer who was working with me finally said "I don't think this is your guy." Dang.<p></p><p>It's especially bad on my father's side. Little hints but nothing really. Here is my great grandparent's grave stone (from find-a-grave) gravesite in Rochester, NY. Where did they come from? The census records just say Russia or Poland. I know of a facebook group with people who translate headstones. But this quality is so bad, I'm almost embarrassed to post it. I don't have any good way to get a clearer image.</p><p>Ideas welcomed!</p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p>azurehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16643585235486241167noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2143500900580511488.post-44000484049723785382023-12-31T18:43:00.000-08:002023-12-31T18:43:39.704-08:00The new knee<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYMIuJkDD5myj2rhQDlIyir_WDV0Rw_FgBo2OkS9_ALwvN4amTV6TLiIDxWqG3rXRPyCkOxPKTF0Ky6cbIUsLNHufGE0zmXEvtfJhJ3kZjNLGpFBdGDWmrXfx685NjQOkNvcX5HrYTxp4s5yZgG8aodVqlPxyo99-iyIncF3_Kjz3pkpE2ZVd2rPyCdw/s1516/2023%20knee%20new.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1516" data-original-width="1136" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYMIuJkDD5myj2rhQDlIyir_WDV0Rw_FgBo2OkS9_ALwvN4amTV6TLiIDxWqG3rXRPyCkOxPKTF0Ky6cbIUsLNHufGE0zmXEvtfJhJ3kZjNLGpFBdGDWmrXfx685NjQOkNvcX5HrYTxp4s5yZgG8aodVqlPxyo99-iyIncF3_Kjz3pkpE2ZVd2rPyCdw/s320/2023%20knee%20new.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><br /><p>This apparently is an x-ray of my new knee. It was in my hospital room for the few days I stayed there. Pretty astonishing that they go in there yank everything out and put all new stuff in there. No wonder it's all so traumatic. Amazing. Can't say I'm all recovered 9 weeks in. Some things are healed but a lot of disruption remains.</p><p>Tonight is New Year's Ever and, like usual. we have no late night plans. Naomi was hinting around that she might like us to come over and celebrate with her boyfriend Stephen and her. They live less that 1 mile away. So we could do that. But probably won't.</p><p>But Happy New Year! Though I don't look forward the the "Holiday" season, I do like it when meetings and events stop. But next week it all starts up again!</p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p> </p>azurehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16643585235486241167noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2143500900580511488.post-37990319808544541972023-12-26T19:50:00.000-08:002023-12-26T19:50:13.037-08:00Christmas<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlXx4olL3mbpAeUuZoSpWXMVeS75zsrnMbp-Reih8KG-QdRPg5SGQfg_R6AtmyZ5QHjDXsn-9hWEyYaYSEfkRjCVL2ZYWhG9Lft2TNG8TD83FKO-w7thpN8ssWWuiGZIs2_bBRHWZ85wbJZwgaTJc-75PC2a9xAyGAMzp9LTBtjGih5cUW346r6YTWYg/s3522/2023%20xmas%20stephen.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1788" data-original-width="3522" height="162" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlXx4olL3mbpAeUuZoSpWXMVeS75zsrnMbp-Reih8KG-QdRPg5SGQfg_R6AtmyZ5QHjDXsn-9hWEyYaYSEfkRjCVL2ZYWhG9Lft2TNG8TD83FKO-w7thpN8ssWWuiGZIs2_bBRHWZ85wbJZwgaTJc-75PC2a9xAyGAMzp9LTBtjGih5cUW346r6YTWYg/s320/2023%20xmas%20stephen.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggd2G8q5tWnhYSVF0w8m5QEdDNcxFpl6E8PvjK0EdsUklKBpDrMep1rCEShWsedtp0_EQD99FWjVRkqKW13eVWsJ-HbbBwYuI2VaFxdDqGvt_xmfKk1snRM3Aj1fqNmaa4ug4GGDxfR8hQs1DEONgQ8BozDo3pd1_ayQmNPRXrVnO1JNF9lR0LjUbyKQ/s3552/2023%20xmas%20scoutie.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2754" data-original-width="3552" height="248" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggd2G8q5tWnhYSVF0w8m5QEdDNcxFpl6E8PvjK0EdsUklKBpDrMep1rCEShWsedtp0_EQD99FWjVRkqKW13eVWsJ-HbbBwYuI2VaFxdDqGvt_xmfKk1snRM3Aj1fqNmaa4ug4GGDxfR8hQs1DEONgQ8BozDo3pd1_ayQmNPRXrVnO1JNF9lR0LjUbyKQ/s320/2023%20xmas%20scoutie.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br />Stephen, Naomi's boyfriend was our gracious host for a christmas celebration. He's the top picture in his lovely kitchen. I know that he did a lot of work on his house. Scoutie was there doing her thing (getting into everything) in the living room with the tree. We had plenty of food and exchanged our gifts. <p></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p>azurehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16643585235486241167noreply@blogger.com0