Suprise Me

"My latest attempt to post a comment the normal way yielded a new error message" Read More

Most of that evening is forgotten except for the music. Read More

When people ask me where I’m from, it gets complicated.  I say, “Well, we moved around a lot.  I grew up mostly in Michigan.”  However, Michigan was just where my nuclear family lived on and off when not overseas, there were no relatives nearby, and we moved away before I finished high school.  In fact,… Read More

(Old Albany Post Road) is a dirt road and will forever be that way. There is an Old Road Society in town, and members are militant. Old Albany is their prized project. Read More

I leaned what my French or Irish ancestors must have known – how to forage. Pasta was in short supply – had to find that. Toilet paper was in short supply – had to find that.  Time to eat more fruits and vegetables which meant more recipes to learn. More time indoors so Watched Downton… Read More

“Hi mom, it’s me, calling from Sweden.”  This will have to be short.  It is expensive.  “When was Grandma born?”  “What was her father’s name?”  I need some crumb of information if we are to have any luck tracking down relatives, and this was all unplanned. 1897.  Carl Corsberg, from ”Smaland”. That will have to… Read More

Hermine & Naftali,  Paris 1939 Tracing our Roots I’ve written about a family trip we made years ago tracing my roots to Charleston,  South Carolina where my father was stationed during the war and where I was born.  (See Parkchester, Celebrate Me Home) More recently we traced my husband’s roots to the German city of… Read More

One of my all-time favorite movies, Amelie, has a lot going for it…the enchanting Audrey Tatou, dozens of evocative Paris locations—particularly Montmartre—and the iconic Photomaton…a photo booth, the photo booth I borrowed and tweaked for our featured image. As part of the plot line, Amelie (Tatou) pursues an eccentric and mysterious man who collects discarded… Read More

They were experiencing a heat wave - it only got down to -30 degrees Celsius. Read More

I have spent my retirement digging through the documents of my past, filing through my history. Here’s a poem I found in a box, long forgotten.  Yoishyo—haiyo.  Haiyo-yoishyo Watching the preparation of Omochitsuki (rice cakes for the New Year), Yearning to take hold of the kine  (mallet) to pound into the usu (stamp mill), Swimming… Read More