Monday, November 24, 2014

The rest of my vacation …

…was spent with my beautiful daughter and her husband. They had just returned from an amazing 10 days in Barcelona (shown in the background here) and France in celebration of 25 years of marriage. It was wonderful to get caught up and to relive their adventure with them.

Some of you may recall that they have an antique and used furniture business and I always have fun when they let me pick out something to refurbish and, hopefully, make more saleable.

My daughter felt that these two cabinets would lend themselves well to Rosemaling…a type of Norwegian decorative painting , and I agreed. Here are the results:


 
The kids business is only open on Sat. & Sunday so one weekend I decided to put down the paint brush and I ran over to see my brother in law. Since his wife (my sister Peg) died he’s moved to a very nice retirement community in Duxbury, Mass. He has a whole new batch of friends and seems to have relocated very well.I can certainly attest to the good food !
…and speaking of food, tomorrow my son Matt and I head to Tampa, Florida to spend Thanksgiving with his daughter (my granddaughter) and her fiancé. So I’ll sign off for now and wish each and every one of you a safe and Happy Thanksgiving !
 

Wednesday, November 19, 2014

First weekend up North …

The first days of my three week vacation were spent with my niece Wendy. She lives in NY City but was going to a wedding in Manchester Vermont at that time so we hitched up and had a fun time together. She would have had to rent a car otherwise so, with my driving, it worked well for us both.

I declined to join her for the actual wedding (not knowing any of the participants) but I did join them for brunch Sunday morning.

After a sumptuous meal we headed over to East Dorset because I wanted to show Wendy the Bill Wilson house.
As many of you know he was the co-founder of Alcoholics Anonymous and that is where he was born. It was originally an Inn and is now an historic site. We met with the caretaker and were interested to see that AA meetings are now held in what was originally the livery

That’s not a very good picture but those are license plates that you see on the rafters. A few years back I’d sent them one of mine and I was interested to see if they had it posted.

Sure enough … there it was, my old beat up North Carolina plate !  I have a newer version but it still spells out “Friend of BW” which is like a password to others in the program and I’ve met many AA friends because of it.
So, all in all, it was a fun weekend and a great beginning for the rest of my vacation.
 

Friday, November 14, 2014

Hiatus over … missed this by a few days:

This is a picture of my daughter and son-in-laws back yard. It is where I was visiting for the past 3 weeks. I don’t usually visit this late in the year and was very glad that the weather stayed clear while I was there. I have had enough snow to last me a lifetime and, knowing that, they sent me this photo to prove that I came home just in time !

They live in upstate New York, across the river from Albany. Most of my vacation was spent there but I also met with a niece and brother-in-law and that entailed visits to Vermont and Duxbury, Massachusetts. I’ll give details in future blog entries.

Before I got the “snow picture” I was going to open this entry with two photos taken from the same window. Look at the difference …
 
Although I don’t like the snow I have to admit that all three pictures are enticing … just like the memories of my wonderful visit.

Wednesday, October 22, 2014

HIATUS …

Well, tomorrow I hit the open road. I will be traveling North, by car, and I can’t wait to bathe in the beauty of the Shenandoah Valley. I’m sure it will be just the first of many scenic encounters along the way. The trees have taken on their Fall colors and that’s always a treat.

This is simply a hiatus ... a temporary break from my usual life. I will miss you all (my blogging family) but I will check up on you when I can get to a computer and will try to leave some comments along the way. I hope I will come back with lots of fodder for my own blog.

‘bye for now………Ginnie

Thursday, October 16, 2014

1959.…NEW LOGO … NEW PUPPY

1959 was a year of beginnings. My husband and I lived in New York City and we’d fashioned one of the rooms in our apartment into a dark room for his burgeoning free lance photography business. Everything seemed to be falling in place but we had yet to come up with a logo that satisfied us.

A friend of ours was the Art Director for Swissair and he designed the logo that’s pictured above. It was clean and simple and we loved it.  It was my husband’s initials (RD) in lower case (rd).  We
used it on all of our correspondence and even had little glue-backed stamps made up for us in rolls, such as you see at the Post Office. They included along with the logo the words “Richard Dean Concept” and we would adhere one to each finished photo before presenting it to a client.

Another new acquisition at that time was a miniature dachshund we named Tiger. She was a typical puppy and commenced to chew her way happily through most of our slippers and anything else that she found tempting. I guess the glue backing on Dick’s promotional stamps was to her liking because …

 
…I couldn’t believe it one day when I found four cylindrical shaped turds wrapped in the words, “Richard Dean Concept”. You can imagine the ribbing that Dick got over that !

Saturday, October 11, 2014

My first “real” job … 1954

21 years old and I’m ready to take on the world ! I had just received my degree in journalism from Boston University and although this was pretty far from my dream of being a roving reporter I still felt pretty lucky to get this job at a Boston Ad Agency. My dad was a production manager in a competing agency and I’m sure he cleared the way for me.

Here I am at the drawing table with the Art Manager. He was teaching me how to set type for the ad that our agency was working on. We would peruse thick books with examples of type faces and choose the type that we wanted to use and then we would manually set a page to our specifications. It was tedious and exacting work but it felt wonderful to be the one who brought it all together.

Of course the computer has changed all that but I wonder if Id have had that same sense of accomplishment if I’d just followed instructions and punched in a bunch of numbers.

My oldest son ran into something similar to that after he got his Masters in Architecture in the 1990‘s. Architectural drawings were still hand drawn then and, although it was meticulous work, he enjoyed it immensely and even won some prizes with his designs. Now there are very sophisticated computer programs that have taken all the guesswork out of architecture and it has changed that whole industry. It’s called “progress” and there’s no doubt that it’s quicker and more proficient but I often wonder if we haven’t lost something along the way.

Monday, October 06, 2014

MOTHER and the CEDAR WAXWINGS … 1978


In 1978 my elderly mother spent the winter months with us in North Carolina. At age 84 she was still very active and her mind was exceptionally alert. No matter where she was she would find things of interest and she had a knack for turning the mundane into an adventure.

One of my mother’s disciplines was to take a short walk every day and she would usually be gone for about 30 minutes. A week into her visit she took her regular exercise but it was almost two hours before she returned home. She had heard that we had a bedridden neighbor living just 4 houses down from ours and she took it upon herself to visit her. When there was no answer to her knock she tried the door and, finding it open, she stuck her head in, giving a friendly “Woo, woo, anyone here?” A woman answered and Mother ventured in and introduced herself ! (Can you imagine that in this day and age?) The two women became great friends and those visits were the highlight of her days while staying with us.

She would also bring home leaves and berries and anything else that caught her fancy and she would pour over our encyclopedias to identify them. One day she was doing just that in “her” little back bedroom when I heard a loud cry of astonishment. I went running to see if she was OK and the two of us watched in wonder as more than 20 Cedar Waxwings settled to feed on the berries of a small tree in our backyard
The tree was just outside her window and we were not more than 10 feet from the birds. We watched in awe as these lovely creatures fed to their heart’s content. I mentioned that I could run and get my camera but Mother put her hand on my arm and said, “Don’t move. They’ll be gone before you get back. Just savor the moment.” … and she was right. All of a sudden they perked up, as if they’d heard a silent alarm, and within a minute they were gone.

That was 36 years ago and my tree, my mother and my Cedar Waxwings are all gone. But, not my memory...that I will savor forever.