Sunday, October 19, 2014

Putting It Together

I've been collecting fabrics from the streets of Los Boliches and I finally have enough (more than enough) to make a quilt.



Bit by bit...

Thursday, October 16, 2014

Same Ship, Different Day

You've probably heard the expression: SSDD. The second word isn't actually "Ship," but at least it rhymes... well, no it doesn't.

I've got nothing of great social and political import to share (not that I ever do). I did see a ship from the terrace. Still, the title's a stretch. Although the sightings were each on a Different Day. They weren't of the Same Ship.

I'm sure there's something profound in all this.

(Click the images to see the big DSDD.)

THAT'S THE COSTA FORTUNA.
(REMEMBER THE COSTA CONCORDIA?)

THE MSC SINFONIA.
(I HAD NEVER HEARD OF MSC CRUISES.)


And while we're on the subject of great social and political import...

Tuesday, October 14, 2014

Where Mitchell Moves, #2

This is the second in the series "Where Mitchell Moves." (Click here for #1.)

FROM EAST NEW YORK TO NORTH MASSAPEQUA.
(CLICK ANY IMAGE TO ENLARGE.)

In 1956, housing developments were popping up all over Long Island's rural landscape. So, my parents decided to move the four of us from East New York to North Massapequa on suburban Long Island. The Kid Brother was born a few years after we moved. Thanks to him, my father traded in the 1950-something Chrysler DeSoto (a really cool car) for a brand new 1960 Rambler Station Wagon (not very cool but plenty of fun), which Dale immediately christened Old Betsy.

THE SUBURBS. 

My Mother The Dowager Duchess signed Dale up for the Brownies and The Duchess herself became a Girl Scout leader. I was young enough at the time to be taken along to meetings.

When I was of age, I joined the Cub Scouts. In Brooklyn years later, my father decided to be the first scout master of a new Boy Scout troop. So I had to join up.

I definitely preferred the Girl Scouts...

WHAT EVER HAPPENED TO CHILD LABOR LAWS?
I LOOK PRETTY DAPPER FOR A FOUR-YEAR-OLD.
(DALE LOOKS PRETTY FRUMPY FOR SEVEN.)
WITH OSCAR DINGLEHOFFER, OUR PET PARAKEET NAMED BY OUR FATHER.
(FOLLOWED MUCH TOO CLOSELY BY OSCAR DINGLEHOFFER THE SECOND.)
A FEW YEARS LATER... AND BABY MAKES FIVE.
IN BACKGROUND IS ONE OF A HANDFUL OF THE "PRE-SUBURB" HOMES.
THE KID BROTHER BEING TOSSED TO THE CURB
BY THE DOWAGER DUCHESS.
(I'M GOING TO GET IT FOR THAT.)
AS THEY SAY IN NORWAY... UFF DA!
CUTE KID ... BROTHER.
DON'T ASK ME; MY FATHER POSED US.
(AND THE DOWAGER DUCHESS DRESSED US!)
RIGHT AFTER THE PHOTO WAS SNAPPED, THE KID BROTHER
THREW MY METAL CAP GUN AT ME AND GAVE ME A FAT LIP.
A MORE RECENT SHOT FROM GOOGLE MAPS.

The year we moved, Elvis sang about the hotel San Geraldo and I would open more than 40 years later...