Friday, January 19, 2018

My treaure but can you guess what this is ....

Although it is unsigned this drawing could easily pass for a sketch by Modigliani … or perhaps Henri Matisse. Of course it isn't by either of them but it is an original. I acquired it in 1982 and to me it is priceless.

That year my husband and I were living in North Carolina. I was working in the emergency room of our local hospital and one night I came home very tired and downcast after a grueling day. My husband, Dick, on the other hand, must have had a good day because he was in a very jovial mood.

Seeing that I was exhausted and grumpy he insisted that I kick back in the recliner and then he bowed low before me and said, in a theatrical voice, “and what can I do for Madame that will lighten her load?” I tried to get into his bantering mode and, after closing my eyes, I gestured dramatically with the back of my hand on my forehead, let out a long sigh and said “sir, you can draw me a bath.”
... and HE DID !

Sunday, January 14, 2018

Can you guess what this is?

It's one of those fabulous Bing photos. I loved it but had no idea where, or what, it was. My first thought was that it's obviously something cold … maybe a lovely winter scene somewhere … bare branches with drifts of snow on a frozen pond.

Or, maybe it's a child's school project. You know the kind ... where they use a mirror and cotton puffs to simulate a setting for “Swan Lake”. No, it's none of these and it's far from being cold.

These are salt formations in the Dead Sea in Israel where the surface temperatures can reach over 90 degrees F. !! Another interesting fact is that the water at the bottom of the sea is called fossilized water because it is so heavy and hasn't moved for thousands of years.

Just another example of our amazing world.

Tuesday, January 09, 2018

It literally gave me a chill …

... when I heard our President say "Where is my Roy Cohn?" today in reference to Trump not feeling that his personal lawyer was being strong enough in his treatment of Attorney General Jeff Sessions.

For those of you who don't know of Roy Cohn please take the time to research him.  He was a vicious and corrupt lawyer who had been the right hand of Joe McCarthy during the shameful communist activity investigations in the 1950's ... a low point in our history.
Cohn met Trump in the 70's and they really hit it off with Cohn becoming his mentor.  The two were so close that Trump testified in Cohn's disbarment hearing in the 1980's as a character witness.  It didn't help since Cohn was disbarred from the New York bar for "dishonesty, fraud, deceit and misrepresentation".
In a 1979 interview Trump told Newsweek,  "If you need someone to get vicious toward an opponent you get Roy".  No wonder I felt a chill when I heard the President of the United States refer to "my Roy" as he did.  It's pretty obvious that those lessons instilled so long ago are still front and center.
Roy Cohn must be chuckling in his grave but it's far from funny for those of us who see very few of our elected officials with the guts to do anything about it !




Thursday, January 04, 2018

Blogger entry # 1001 ...

It has been nearly 12 years since I started my blog and I just passed a milestone. This entry brings the number to one thousand and one that I've posted.  I don't say that in a bragging way but in awe of the fact that I've kept it up and enjoy it more now than ever.

My original idea, in 2006, was to write a bunch of vignettes that told the story of my life. I always regretted the fact that I knew so little of my own parents as children and young adults. Who were they? What were their dreams and accomplishments? I hoped, with the help of this blog, to supply my three children with those answers about their own mother and father and then to turn that into a book that I could give to them at Christmas that year. 

Well, I did produce that book for my children but, rather than being the finale I found that blogging  opened the flood gates for me. Each entry that I write prompts me to remember still more and to research thoroughly when details are vague in my memory... a great taxing of the mind. It is, and has been, an exhilarating memory experience and I am so thankful that it is available and it's FREE !

I am also thankful for you fellow bloggers who have reached out to be part of my life. You've come from all parts of the world as well as from America.  It is my hope that our combined words will "make the  WORLD  great again" and free us here in the U.S. from isolation and man-made walls.  

Saturday, December 30, 2017

“FANTASIA” at the Radio City Music Hall…1941

My oldest sister, Mary, gave me the gift of a lifetime in 1941. It was my 8th birthday and her gift to me was an enchanted afternoon at the world-famous Radio City Music Hall in New York City. We were there to enjoy the live stage show and the ground-breaking Disney musical, “Fantasia”.

The movie portrayed cartoon characters performing their skits to classical music. Leopold Stokowski conducted the Philadelphia Orchestra and I sat entranced as the music wrapped around me. It literally felt like I was being carried up and into the movie that was enfolding.

I particularly remember “The Sorcerer’s Apprentice” featuring Mickey Mouse as an aspiring magician who gets himself into and out of a bunch of predicaments. At one sequence he is practically over-run by a battery of brooms carrying buckets of water.

Then there was the “Dance of the Hours” with lumbering hippos, crocodiles, ostriches and elephants ... up on tip-toes, twirling their huge bodies in time to the music. The juxtaposition between the clumsy animals and the dainty dance that they were performing was charming. We clapped with delight.

“Fantasia” never became a box office success but it was an enormous treat for me and I loved it. However, the memory that burns the brightest happened at the finale of the live stage show. Two comedians were sparring with each other and playing to the audience. At the end of their performance they came close to the front of the stage and one man said, “I want to thank you from the bottom of my heart for being here”. His partner chimed in with, “and I thank you from my bottom, too” ... while proceeding to turn his back on the audience, dropping his pants and "mooning" the lot of us.

How shocking! How crude! How DELIGHTFUL!! My virgin 8-year-old ears were burning but I thrilled to the naughtiness of it all. I couldn’t wait to get home to share the experience (in great detail and with many embellishments) with all my young friends.

................ Apologies to my regular readers. This is a repeat but I ran out of ideas ! ..........................

Monday, December 25, 2017


The winter of 1974 my husband and I took a trip to a small “out-island” in the Bahamas. We knew it was remote and with few amenities but it was within our budget and we agreed that it would be good for Dick who's diabetes & asthma were acerbated by the cold weather.

After a flight to Eleuthra and a short boat ride we found ourselves in a picturesque fishing village on the island of Spanish Wells. The people were very friendly and the island was so small that we were able to see it all on the first day. The fishermen were on shore that week so the local “watering hole” was really hopping and they were thrilled to have a new set of ears to listen to their folklore. We also met the only other visitor to the island. He was a man in his 40’s, casually dressed in beach garb and we could tell he was a regular and very well liked.

We found that we had a mutual interest in cards and spent the night playing penny-ante poker and trading stories. The next day was raining and we took up the card playing again. It was fun at first but then we realized that Dick was starting to have a hard time breathing. Our new friend became quite concerned for him since there were no phones, no doctors and no way to get medications quickly. He told us that he had a good friend, a Scottish doctor, who worked at “Treasure Cay”, a resort on the Island of Abaco. He said he would make all the arrangements and that we could transfer our next 5 days in Spanish Wells to the resort in Abaco.   He was as good as his word and we soon found ourselves on a small private plane heading to Abaco. When we landed there was a chauffeur driver waiting for us and he whisked us off to our beach-front cabana at “Treasure Cay”. We were still in shock when Dr. Hameish Fraser arrived. He told us his friend (and ours) had contacted him and that he was at our disposal. It was such a comfort to have this friendly man welcome us and it was just in time. Dick was getting in trouble with his breathing again and the doctor put him to bed and started him on medication. It would be three days before he was able to get up and Dr Fraser visited every day.

During that time I wandered the beach and marveled at the white sand and the teal colored ocean that lapped the shore. It truly is a paradise on earth, I thought, but can we afford it? The day before we left I went to the office to settle our bill. “What bill?”, said the manager. I explained about the transfer of funds from Spanish Wells and she just smiled. It seems that our card-playing friend was a co-owner of “Treasure Cay” and both he and Dr. Fraser refused payment. Of course I wrote a heartfelt letter to him but I never got an answer. I have thought of that so often over the years and still marvel at the generosity of those two amazing men.

Wednesday, December 20, 2017

A story worthy of the Christmas season ...

I had read about this before and was thrilled to see that it got the national attention that it deserves. The woman in the photo is Amy Wright. She is the recipient of the 2017 CNN hero of the year award and says she owes it all to these two children that were her inspiration.

Amy and her husband had read that 70% of adults with intellectual and developmental disabilities never get jobs and they decided this would not be the case for them. Amy's brain storm was a coffee shop with a unique staff made up solely of those with disabilities. They named it “Bitty & Beau's Coffee” in honor of their two children with Down's Syndrome.

They opened their shop in 2016 in Wilmington, North Carolina and it became so popular that they had to move to a new and larger location. They now employ 40 people with disabilities, as well as two managers who have degrees in special education.

The success of “Bitty & Beau's Coffee” is a prime example of the gifts we can give and receive if we just open our eyes to the possibilities. And to make it even more exciting all the profits go to Wright's non-profit, Able to Work, USA.