What I did on my summer vacation, Part one…

(…Because, really, summer is barely started, and I don’t “GET” a summer vacation!)

I know, it’s been a while since I’ve posted. I haven’t fallen off the edge of the world, just been kind of out and about and not feeling like much of anything is being accomplished. Must be the summer doldrums—you know, that Hazy, Hot, Humid drag on your energy?

We got back from our small vacation—( we spent most of our vacation money on a new driveway and shed—) IMG_8465

—about two weeks ago, and I dove right back into the chaos that is work lately. I only just the other day finished editing and uploading photos from our trip to the Jersey Shore, Staten Island and Manhattan.

We arrived at Seaside Heights Thursday night.20110623-1420110623-31

Monster sized pizza and drizzly boardwalks.

The center point of our trip was to be a small memorial for my dad, complete with cats.

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(These kitties were sewn from a few of my dad’s flannel shirts. Dad was a cat person, I think he had 7?)

We ended up not only at St. Peter’s Cemetery on Staten Island, 20110624-2

but we seemed to have found a theme of final resting places—(as well as yummy places to eat and lots of FUN!)

Moravian Cemetery on Staten Island, to me one of the most beautiful cemeteries I’ve seen, where many of my ancestors rest.20110624-29

Then on the way to dinner at Denino’s, IMG_0051

we detoured to Historic Richmondtown and St. Andrews Church Cemetery. This is the perfect old cemetery. Again, more ancestors.20110624-51

This is the gravestone of Catherine Hannah Guyon. She died when she was six. There is a letter at Richmondtown that she dictated to her father while he was away at Congress, where she described a party she was going to be attending. She tells of a white dress and blue beads and ribbons. I made Arlie a china doll one Christmas, depicting this story.)

Then, dessert at Ralph’s.

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YUM. (although I have to say I think they used to taste better when they were in those thin paper cups that got all wet and sticky!!)

We detoured to Blazing Star Burial Ground on Sunday; more ancestors20110626-48

and the only easy access to another and very fascinating graveyard, sometimes called the Elephant’s Graveyard.20110626-62

Our trip from Staten Island to Manhattan brought us first to the 9/11 memorial in St. George,

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and then a visit to Ground Zero and some memorials in the area, 20110625-246

as well as a wander through Trinity Church’s graveyard and St. Paul’s Chapel.

From there, we actually just wandered the day away in Manhattan, with no specific itinerary, and enjoyed our discovery of the Hudson River Park 20110625-77

and a second trip to the Highline Park (Which was WAY too crowded on this lovely summer weekend to really appreciate.) 20110625-113

Dinner was after a VERY long line at the Shake Shack in Madison Square Park,20110625-168

where we had a lovely view of the Empire State Building (too early in the day to have seen it all lit up in Rainbow colors )

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Sunday found us in Coney Island,20110626-141

and then a late dinner with a good friend in Midtown.

Monday, back to the BEACH!!! Point Pleasant for the afternoon,

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and then home again, home again, jiggity jig!

(To see more photos of any area, simply click on the hyperlinks near the photo and it will take you to my photo website…   <—-THIS TAKES YOU THERE TOO… to the entire gallery called Places to go)

A book review…

Yes, this is a deviation of sorts for me. I read. A LOT. I used to read a lot; now, with my nook, (her name is Trillian) I read A LOT.  I enjoy a somewhat varied interest in subject matter. (Although I don’t particularly care for self-help or other non-fiction, other than auto/biographies.)

I used to find a new author via a simple method. Wander the library or Goodwill and look for the THICKEST books. I am not a fan of short books. I am a fan of series, and of epic tales. I read some fantasy, I read some paranormal, I read some historical, I read some ‘literature’, I read some bodice rippers, I read some time travel, I read some sci-fi, I read some contemporary romance, I read some mystery, I read some humor, I read some suspense, etc.

Now, with the internet, and message boards, and Trillian, I have found so many other authors; so many good, but not popular best sellers, many authors who I can interact with on Facebook and on their blogs, and it has lent a different feeling to reading.

One author, who is a member of a message board I frequent, posted a link to a free ebook. I, of course, ‘bought’ it.

I finally got the chance this month to read her story. And it kept me up late into the night, I dreamt about it when I slept, I woke thinking about her characters, and I read every moment I could until I finished. And then, I came to my computer, and I purchased her entire library!

The author is Shayne Parkinson and the first book is  Sentence of Marriage .The title was intriguing.

Having now finished the series, I wanted to share my thoughts.

First, an ebook issue. This book series is formatted exquisitely. It has no errors in pagination, or odd spelling from whatever system is used to create an e-file from a manuscript. This may mean nothing to you, UNTIL you have suffered through an ebook that insists on odd br eaks and ‘spell-checks’ a character’s name into something ridiculous. Some very popular print books have been made unreadable without frustration by this process, most notably to me, the Earth Children Series by Jean M. Auel.

Next, the length. It was wonderfully long. (The entire series, I discovered, was somewhere in the area of 700,000 words. Heaven to me!)

Thirdly, it was simply about people. Just people. Not famous people, not crazily rich, high society, mover and shaker people, not about murderers, or the person trying to catch them, or time travelers, or about werewolves, witches, magicians or aliens of any sort. No one was royalty, or ‘special’ in any way. And, by the way, all of those kinds of books are my kind of book, too.

It was a simple tale, of a simple girl named Amy, and her extended family living a simple life in Victorian era New Zealand. It expands over the course of almost 30 years of life and death, marriages and births. It was the kind of story that more people need to really read, to remember how much we as people, and as women, take for granted in the first world countries of this planet in the 21st century.

Do children today know, or adults recall how different life is now than it had been for all of time? Look at your walk in closet, and then try to imagine a time where you had one good dress and two work dresses. And that’s it. It was accepted behavior to save and to be wearing your wedding dress a decade later. It was accepted behavior for a man to hit his wife. It was accepted behavior to have your children perform manual labor from the age they could handle it so you would have food on the table. It was accepted behavior to pull children from formal schooling after a few short years, not so they could stay home and play Nintendo, ride bikes or join soccer teams, but so they could rise at dawn with their parents, and milk cows, plant potatoes, build fences, scrub floors, bake bread or take the day up washing clothes.

Yet, this was not simply Little House On the Prairie. Serious, adult issues occur, there is violence against women, some of it somewhat graphic. It brings home the very sad truths that our forbearers lived an incredibly hard and different life, and that this kind of life was one that existed for thousands of years before the past century, which has brought about such momentous change.

The writing was clean, the story flowed well, and I found myself unable to put the story away, even when I wasn’t reading it. Her descriptions of physical characteristics of individuals were a bit lacking; I couldn’t reliably tell you the height, eye color and hair color of most of the family.

The flow of one book to the next worked very well as a group. However, my preference for a series is to be able to start with any book and understand and follow. (Even if you do get ‘spoilers’ that way.) This was probably the biggest failing, because the next book simply took up where the last ended, without enough re-introduction to characters. There can be too much of that. There is a series of books, 17 so far, that wastes FAR too much time re-introducing characters, but the upside is that you could start reading at book 11, go back to book 6 then 2 then 16, and not have too difficult a time of it. But I don’t want to have to be flipping around to a genealogy chart to remind me that John is Amy’s older brother, either.

Similarly, story arcs, and satisfying endings to one book didn’t always occur, they stop short. I think it is possible that the author simply stopped writing one book, deciding that 1000 or so pages was enough, and then started a new book with the next chapter.  This in no way minimizes the impact of the story at all.  It just is not the kind of series where you could read book one, and then wait a few months or till next year to read book two, because too much is not gone over. Of course, being already at 700,000 words, I can certainly understand the need on occasion to edit!

None of these short-comings are of great consequence, and they shouldn’t be any reason for you to put this series of books to the side. I read very fast, but I would think for the average reader, you would find that you have the companionship of the Leith family for a wonderful month and get to know their family as well as your own!

*Note there is no foul language, and sexual interactions are at best, minimal, but required for the story. ETA, well, the foul language is from one character, and is somewhat required for the story. But there is nothing gratuitous about it.

So, how about that weather?

If you don’t get the irony in the following, well…

A customer comes to our frame shop to get a cross stitch of a verse framed. For whatever reason, she decides while colors are being chosen to lay into the myriad and obvious issues with the current POTUS. Not just politically, but you know, the same old same old, he’s the anti-Christ foreign-born socialist garbage.

The verse? proverbs 21:23. He who Guards his mouth and his tongue, Guards his soul from troubles.

So, really, What WOULD Jesus Do?


I was a child in the 70’s, living in a house with one black and white TV (perfectly typical for the time) a TV with channels 2,4,5,7,9,11, and 13, and a very limited window in which we were allowed to even turn the thing on. The news was not a thing force-fed from the dining room of every restaurant or doctors waiting room, indeed the news was not even a constant show. You needed to wait till 6, 10 or 11 pm to watch the news. My family got the news from the three newspapers we took in— The New York Times and The Daily News in the mornings, and the Staten Island Advance in the afternoon.

The papers didn’t have full color images. The TV didn’t offer full-color, real time opportunities to be bombarded with reality.

The first news event I recall was the landing on the moon; that I did see on TV in 1969. The next two news events of my life were in 1974— Patty Hearst, of which I understood little, but attempted to follow because her name was the same as mine. (That’s how kids minds work.) I remember where I was when it was announced that Nixon resigned; I was at Ben Becker’s Camp Nassau fishing with a counselor named Bridget.  I didn’t understand fully the significance of the hostages in ‘80 but we always watched the Presidential debates, States of the Union and of course, the World Series.

Today, children (and adults) are bombarded 24/7 with news. Every utterance or flicker of movement by whomever or whatever it is that has the media’s fancy at the moment is immortalized. We see and hear EVERYTHING. Little ears and eyes pick up information that they can’t possibly categorize or understand. They see things that they have no ability to separate from the fantasy of movies, TV shows or  video games.

Bin Laden’s death is just one more in a series of overwhelming pieces of information. The perfect parent monitors what their child watches. So many children have access to the remote control and a TV in their bedroom, and let’s be blunt, less than perfect parents. But even the perfect parent would be hard pressed to keep the notion of cheering when the bad guy takes a bullet in the eye as being acceptable. (Don’t we ask children to learn empathy?)  Do we need to possibly allow for them to SEE it, too?

Look, I am relieved to know that he is gone. I wish in a way it had been in a hail of bullets, that he was shooting first, (but had poor aim; I understand the other side, that of having it be justified in that fashion could have meant causalities for our SEALS and that is not at all what I am suggesting.) I also understand how utterly evil he was.

The people who are determined to not believe he is dead are not going to be shut up by photos. I can manipulate a photo, so can others. I am happy for the closure, however little it gives. I was there in New York, I watched the towers fall, (live in person)  I cried at funerals and smelled the smoky air for weeks. I get it.


Never discuss politics or religion, right? Isn’t that how it goes? So, how about that weather? Tsunamis and earthquakes and floods and tornadoes, videos of death and destruction day after day ..…More things to worry the small child, who can’t understand if they are safe. Who don’t know how to ask, but may wake with nightmares they can’t explain.

So, let’s all just accept that if we see Bin Laden with his eye blown out we can’t unsee it, let’s believe the man is dead; let’s believe the president didn’t become president by some major fluke but has the intelligence to do the job, let’s believe the hundreds of thousands of people will have a safe home and a warm blanket tonight. Reality sucks, and so many are hurting.

Now that we are about to become grandparents, the smaller and smaller window of innocence provided to children these days really kind of hits you, and it is truly sad.

Happy Mother’s Day to you if you have ever taken part in helping a child grow!