Traditions. What is it about them that makes us want to establish and keep them. Could it be that they give our lives balance from year-to-year.  Celebrations of New Years in January,  birthdays to count our years, days to honor mother’s and fathers, a day in November to remind us to be grateful and the closing of another year with the festivities of December holidays. This year marks three November’s celebrating friendship in Florida. It’s cozy, comfortable, warmth and ease.

Flora a new addition

One of life’s treasures is to have relationships that bring joy and satisfaction regardless of time and distance.  I am fortunate to have a husband I have loved for most of my life and with whom we have established some of our own traditions. I am also fortunate to have dear friends I have known even longer.

Captiva. We drove across the state
Shells on the beach

After three November’s in Florida, I would like to hope that I have established a tradition with one of these friends who has retired from the hustle and bustle of the daily grind of full time employment and the cold winters of New Jersey

Along with giggles, good food, cocktails, reminiscing, and long walks, comes exploring new places, revisiting favorite places, gardens, museums,  beaches and the continued sharing of life experiences.  Yes, I believe a new tradition has been established to share friendship and gratitude and balance.

So many good meals


Strolling Worth Ave amid Holiday decorations
Whitehall. Flagler Palm Beach Estate and Museum

Thank you Ruthy for friendship, new memories and what I hope will be our Tradition!

Hoop T Shirt

It is fabulous to live in an area where Fall turns lush green from rains into  golds and reds and browns and yellows with it’s cold air and shrinking sunlight.  The palettes are particularly radiant and spectacular when reflected in the rivers and creeks and canals and ponds located around my home.   Magic and mystery appear with the fog as it rests on the river and valley.

When the weather gets rainy or cold it is a good time for cleaning and crafting which is how these two t shirts ended up in hoops on my wall . 😂 Continue reading Hoop T Shirt


My heart breaks as I watch the news about another lunatic human terrorist, striking down people as they enjoy a fabulous fall day in the city not far from were I played just a few days ago.  Furman and I had a wonderful Friday night of theater and fun when we saw The Portuguese Kid.

We woke up at the Hotel Edison and had breakfast at the new Friedman’s  right through the lobby.  Convenient for sure but way to expensive for next time.  I liked it better the way it was, low down and comfy regular breakfast food, regular prices. just as satisfying, more so, I think.

French toast at Friedmans

We hopped on the R and went to Brooklyn arriving at the Transit Museum  just in time for the tour by Jamie, whose enthusiasm for the trains excited and educated our small group.  We wandered around some more after and enjoyed the exhibits and particularly the timeline.  I couldn’t help myself when my hand reached out to caress the old wooden turnstiles and wonder who else had a hand there as they pushed forward on their way.

Love those windows

Our adventure continued as we tried to navigate a new way home; subway line R, to the Path, to Newark, Hamilton and then home.  I was surprised when our first return stop identified on my subway map as Cortland brought us up inside the Oculus without a moment to spare, so we barely had time to move in any direction other then  toward the Path, where we waited so long in the beautiful new station that we missed our train out of Newark anyway.

Inside the Oculus

Looking at the one picture I was able to snap as we rushed through I determined that I would return via this new route and explore it more thoroughly both inside and out…and then the news.


Sideways in the Balkans

Why are the pictures from IPhone sideways?  Oy

It is taking me some time to review all of the images from the Balkan Adventure.  Then to see them sideways on the last post…WT….urgh.

Puppetry and Photoshop.  This is what slows me down.  I have to play.

Castle Puppets

We had a blast!

Love Locks

First time in the Balkans at 60.


I got lost

Sometimes I get lost. Some frustration occurs and my direction changes. Going to try to find my way back to blogging and photography and use the FB trail as a path. We’ll see. Just for a warm up I packed for the Balkans with some stuff to toss on the way. But this tshirt, that I did not wear just won’t let me toss it. I tried and could not. It is a reminder of a honeymoon long ago, from a country half way round the world and a time when my lungs allowed me to dive to great depths and touch down in the Great Barrier Reef.

It occurred to me that I can use something else I could not see get tossed in the heap of stuff that  folks let go of when they downsize. I just hooped a tshirt.  😂

More in the tour later 

First at 60

60 is funny.  On the one hand I’m glad I made it.  On the other I’m OLD!  That would not bother me much if my body wasn’t falling apart.  Oh an ovary here, a partial lung there, cant help but wonder what’s next.  I was a healthy kid and ate my vegies.  Ran around a lot, learned to swim,  and never reached obesity. I’m here!

When I was a young 59, I decided to get strong…that landed me in the hospital for about 2 weeks.  So now at 60, with people I know dropping out, I just wanna have fun!  Hmmmmm that doesn’t sound much different than when I was 6. HAHAHAHAHAH

The latest fun has been a series of FIRSTS.  Imagine that.  Firsts at 60.  Furman and I did another NY adventure.

First visit to Harlem.    First Lunch at City Social. First visit to Schomburg Center.  Not the first visit to NY when the mercury soared into the 90s.  We arrived by train at Penn Station and quickly boarded a subway not emerging from the cool underground until we reached the Schomburg.  Our lunch recommendation was 10 blocks away so we counted and sweated our way down 10 blocks for a delicious, delightful NY Fab lunch and then sweated our way back up to the library, for the Black Power Exhibition.

Reseach Library dedicated to Black Culture
Poster exhibit
Wearing the Message of the Day.

I lived in Maplewood NJ during the 60’s.  My father was a school teacher in Newark.  I remembered the civil rights movement and the riots that broke out just a few miles away.  It was a good reminder and my heart weighed heavy knowing how much further we still have to go.

I cant tell you how many Broadway plays I have had the pleasure to view but I can tell you it was the FIRST time I saw the The Cost of Living and the FIRST time I saw two out of a four people cast who were physically different???? in the group of physical minority???I don’t even know how to refer to them since, handicapped doesnt seem to cut it, perform on stage.  I’m startled to admit, that even though their characters were played in wheel chairs I was surprised when they came for their curtain call and their true physicality was there for the bow.

The following day we breakfasted at Applejacks, packed up, checked out, subwayed and walked and then mozied  about 4 miles inside of the most beautiful New York Botanical Gardens.  It was a Wednesday so we took advantage of the free admission for this FIRST visit and  limited ourselves to the outdoor garden displays and  5 Chilhuly installations there.   That worked out perfectly and following the visit to the Rose Garden we made our way out, back to Penn Station, back to Hamilton, and Uber me HOME.

Chihuly in front of the Mertz Library

Which way?




It is All So Confusing

As I approach the big 60 I have more to look back on then forward.  Technology has connected me with so very many of my childhood friends and as a result almost every day it seems someone is celebrating the very same achievement. Yayayayayayauayayayayayauayzyayay! We made it.

Some are still collecting. I am shedding. No no no I am not referring to collecting inches around the waist or shedding body parts with the the help of a surgeon.  I am referring to stuff. Stuff, stuff and more stuff.  After 60 years of acquiring stuff, I just want to get rid of a whole lot of stuff.

Some stuff is really hard to let go.

Like the toy your mother saved for some 50 years before she gave it to you again,  or your school yearbooks.

I found a place that will take 10 boxes of books at a time and as much as I love books and reading and learning I can’t really see any reason to keep so many books.  After making three visits to this place with a truckload of books and other stuff I still have a lot of books and more stuff.  Which is how I’m getting to the 100th monkey.  Here was a book that I had to open before tossIng it in the to go pile.  And this is what I saw


Just after #45 announced increase spending for the military,  I’m reading a book Ken Keyes, Jr published in 1981  and via the internet I’m taking the time to validate some of what I’m reading and I find an article published 2 years ago about a close call nuclear disaster in Arkansas 1980

It is all so confusing. I don’t understand how any one today doesn’t understand what this guy was trying to tell us almost 40 years ago

Spring  is coming despite days and weeks where the mercury might rise and fall beyond our imagination and memory, Spring will arrive

Happy Spring





70’s in February

Crocuses, wildflowers and Pussy Willows are blooming.   It was like Spring in February.  So Furman and I took a ride to Philadelphia and  learned about the Wister Institute and the Nikon Small World Exhibition there.

The other side
So many really cool images

The exhibit was small (pun intended) as in Nikon Small World, so we had plenty of time to wander around and learn a little about the Wistar Institute before heading back outside and searching out lunch.  Things had really heated up.  Hard to believe that people were walking around sleeveless and in shorts, IN FEBRUARY.

Shorts in February

There were people all over.  We should not have been surprised that we were asked to wait or enjoy the bar at the White Dog Café when we ended up there on a whim.  Too hungry to wait and not interested in the bar, so we walked next door, where we were immediately seated at an available outdoor table.  We ordered traditional Philly food at the New Deck Tavern.  Yupper, a Cheese Steak with onions and mushrooms for me and Shepherds Pie for Furm.   Soooooo goooooooood.



The River Calls

Fog on the water

Like gravity the fog pulled me to the river.
I gazed toward the rising sun burning through and it kissed my face warm.
My arms reached out in salutation.
My body folded forward in a bow and then straightened for a courtesy.
I thanked the Sun and the River for every happiness bestowed on me so far.
A single drop fell into the light before me.

the answer?

Time Keeps on Slipping

Furman had a birthday this week.  He doesn’t seem to be affected by them much.  I’m ramping up for a big one.  These ten year markers just keep getting better for me. I’m  happy to make them.

We celebrated his 56th all weekend. Friday we went to Café Chobra for Lunch and then over the River to the NJ State Museum for a TOY WORKS exhibit. As it goes NJ had a lot more to contribute to toys and games then Monopoly.  The exhibit, although fascinating, was disappointingly small.  So we had plenty of time to wander the museum.  As much as I would have liked to escape the current political climate I could not.  From the toys to the art to the objects on display, time and time again I was reminded of the great contributions immigrants have made to this country.

New Jersey State Museum
New Jersey State Museum
Toys on Display
Toys on Display

Saturday we went back to Trenton and enjoyed a lunch celebration with Aaron at Malaga, a Spanish Portuguese place on Laylor Street.  This place has been here for over 25 years and in that time I have watched Chambersburg change from a place where Italian immigrants settled to a place where many Latinos call home.

I am third generation American.  My line goes back to eastern Europe.  My mother told me stories about how her grandfather came over from Europe on a boat to avoid being conscripted into WWI…I never learned if he came over legal or not.  My father told me stories about how he communicated with his grandmother.  He spoke to her in English and she understood him and she spoke to him in Yiddish and he understood her.  I don’t know how his grandparents arrived.

I have always marveled at my own good fortune at having been born in the land of the brave and the free.   I sure hope that time is not running out on the American Dream for future generations.  The Dream of free and public education, that my grandmother, my father, my sister and myself all had the pleasure of growing up with and then contributing to in various ways as employees.  The Dream of Freedom of Religion…and it being separated from the State.  And the best dream of all, the one where ANYONE with a will and a way can make something out of nothing.   Yeah, I sure hope time has not slipped so far into the future that the dream of coming to America to make your fortune has faded into the past.

Time slips and fades into the future.
Time slips and fades into the future.