Thursday, January 15, 2015

POTPOURRI


Potpourri is a bit of this and a bit of that - or dried sweet-smelling things stuffed into a fabric bag.
This potpourri is a bit  of this and that in photo form. Hope you enjoy!


Every year I have someone take a picture of me near some Christmas decos - me wearing something red - and I send it by e-mail to lots of people - as my Christmas card. This is Christmas 2014 - taken at
Fran's, my upstairs neighbor/friend, in front of her Christmas tree, Santa, angel and an almost-empty bottle of wine.



For fun, I decided to send a "Happy New Year" picture, also. (I want you to know that this is a posed
picture! I am not inebriated)!!! Fran and I went to the Olive Garden for dinner on January 30th, then came back here for Kahlua and cream. Notice I am still wearing red!


When I was in my mid-twenties and Matt was 3-4 years old, we lived in Livonia, MI. Joel, my husband, bought me this car, used and not looking near as pristine as this photo. Matt and I would toddle around, having a lot of fun in our little Sportsie, which is what we called it. Years and years
later when I was in my late 70's, I was getting gas here in Sylvania and I saw a car like my Sportsie. I found the driver/owner inside the station and asked him about his car. It is a Nash Metropolitan and I went to The Google to check it out. That's where I got this picture. Would sure like to have this car!




Incidentally, I have already posed for my 2015 Christmas picture - after extensive
re-construction surgery. (How many of you know who this is?)


I have a Bucket List and one of the things on my list is - Put a purple streak in your hair. It took me quite awhile to talk my hairdresser into doing it for me. (See hairdresser below).


This is Keith, who has been cutting my hair for over 20 years. When he was a young man, just starting
out in the "beauty parlor" (that's what we called it years ago) business, I worked with his mom, and his sister was my babysitter. I have decided to do another streak next summer and have a bigger and wider streak. This one was hard to see as it was on the top of my head. I will put the new do in a blog this summer.


Now……. look at the picture…..read the caption……and make the connection!*See answer below.


Last, BUT DEFINITELY NOT LEAST, this is my apartment neighbor, Fran. We have
become friends over the years - we enjoy eating dinners with each other - or maybe just having a glass of wine and chatting. Fran is the one who takes such good care of our yard.

*Moo - The booties are cows and cows say "moo".
  Shoe - When we get older we wear shoes (not booties)
  Pork - What do we call the meat from a pig?





Friday, December 12, 2014

GIVE ME A FLAT SURFACE AND I'LL COVER IT WITH……..


This is a pile of stuff that I need to do re my computer, called "Clutter".


My chopping block in the kitchen has attracted clutter
from the day I assembled it - well, Joan assembled it.
Can you see the innards of my ice-cube tray?


A chest of drawers in the kitchen - a flat surface.
Cover it, Judi with clutter!


Whee! I found another flat thing!
Just the right size for some yarn and a pattern!

These pics are not coming into this blog in the right order
so I'll let you match them up.
CLEAN!


CLEAN!


CLEAN!



Here is all sorts of clutter on my dining area table - magazines,
notebooks, coasters, greeting card, salt shaker, blah de blah de blah!


One day, lo and behold, I found a flat surface on
top of the books in the book shelf. Quick! Cover it with clutter!!

Enough of this nonsense. I took these pics when I didn't have
anything to put in a blog. I now have 3 blogs I want
to do, so I'm done!

Sunday, October 26, 2014

Thoughts about this and that

This blog is just words...........no pictures. (I do have a blog with pics that will be coming soon about clutter. I am just not ready to download the pics and then be creative and write words about clutter). So...............just words.

I read a lot. I have 5 books reserved @ my wonderful library............and have three novels here at home.............from my wonderful library. I have one by the toilet (because I cannot waste time just sitting there!), one on my bed for reading (my free sleeping pill) and one in the living/dining room to read as I sit with my heat circle before treading........and to read as I eat my breakfast and lunch.
I am fascinated with words that authors use. And I have noticed "themes" that come and go in books.
The one that I have noticed lately is "Smells". I read passages that say,  "The hall smelled of sweat and mold"..........."She smelled of flowery shampoo".........."He smelled of dirty feet and pee"............"She
smelled of sex".

I have always wanted to write a book. Should I look for "themes" and keep track and write a novel, using all these themes? If I did what would I say re smells???

"She laid across her bed in her crisply ironed shorts that smelled of starch............". Susi, my dear sister, will laugh out loud when she reads that last line. Shall I tell you why? Yeah, why not?
When I was a teenager, I started to write a book. My opening line was, "She laid across the bed in her
crisply ironed shorts". I never got any further than that. What an awful/ corny line!! Through the years, Susi, Joan and I would use this sentence to describe a book we started, but never finished because it was so awful/corny, with the words, "She laid..................."

So, good night. I smell dust and emptiness and light waning. ☺

Saturday, September 6, 2014

CHRIS AND JIM @ A YURT IN TENNESSEE

Chris and Jim spent some time @ a yurt that belongs to Chrises brother. (Looked at The Google to see how one pluralizes a name that ends in an "s". Chrises doesn't look right!) Anyway, Chris sent me some pictures and I want to share them with you.
The definition of "yurt": a circular tent of felt or skins on a collapsible framework, used by nomads
in Mongolia, Siberia and Turkey. Notice the words "collapsible" and "nomads". Guess what gets folded up and carried from place to place!
This yurt is made from canvas and I'm sure the brother doesn't haul it from place to place.
The yurt is in NE Tennessee near the town of Elizabethton in the Cherokee National Park. The
Appalachian Trail runs along the top of the ridge across the valley from the yurt.


This is the ridge I spoke of above.  Isn't this glorious scenery!
Jim and Chris are going back to see the Fall colors.
Won't that be a beautiful sight!



I'm sorry that this picture is so small.
(Guess what! I found a way to make the picture larger!)
The beige, round pointed-top structure is the yurt. 
It is well-stocked, with hot plate, micro-wave, toaster oven,
furniture, bedding, etc. It has everything you'd need to spend time there.
Chris told me what the other two building are but I've forgotten.
Probably one is for storage and I'm going to take a guess and say
the brown building is a deck.
                     
                                           
This is Jim. Remember him, swaddled in a white
blanket @ Bill's on the river?
Now he is ready to take off for the mountains.
Doesn't he remind you of a Mongolian, 
without yurt on back? ☺


And, I think I'm right when I said the brown building was a deck.
Here sits Jim and Chris, enjoying the fantastic view.
The yurt is on the left.
If Chris sends me some pictures of the leaves, I'll add a P.S. to this blog.


Friday, September 5, 2014

A TRIP TO WOODLAWN CEMETERY WITH BILL

When Bill was here mid-August we took a trip to Woodlawn Cemetery in Toledo, OH. I want to give you some history of this cemetery.
In 1876 a group of Toledo businessmen founded Historic Woodlawn cemetery. At that time Woodlawn was a rural country cemetery covering 160 acres and located outside the Toledo city limits. (Today the
Toledo city limits go far beyond Woodlawn).
Around the turn of the century Woodlawn became the cemetery of choice for many prominent civic, professional and industrial leaders in the Toledo community. The elaborate monuments and private mausoleums erected by these families enhance the natural beauty of Woodlawn.
Historic Woodlawn Cemetery is one of the region's more treasured arboretums with over 150 species of trees.
Woodlawn Cemetery also hosted the first motorized funeral procession in 1911.  About a year later the first automobile hearse was introduced to this cemetery.
There were two reasons for visiting Woodlawn. 1. I knew Bill would enjoy the monuments and the beautiful grounds. 2. My mother, Gertrude Rickley Ackland's ashes were scattered here in June, 1982. My dear sister, Joan Beth Ackland, donated her body to University of Toledo Medical Center. The bodies are later cremated and Joan's ashes also rested at Woodlawn in 2012.
I took some pictures and want to share them with you.

TIEDTKE FAMILY
Two brothers, Charles and Ernest, opened a grocery store in 1893.
Later it was expanded into a department store known as
Tiedtke's Department store. One of the things we all remember
about Tiedtke's was the huge ring of cheese they had
at Christmas time. When I was working @ Ohio Bell in downtown
Toledo, Tiedtke's was open.


Bill is approaching the 4-sided pyramid monument of John Gunckel.
He was the founder and life president of Toledo Newsboys'
Association, an organization dedicated to taking care of boys of the streets
and making certain they grew up to be responsible adults.
The pyramid is made of stones donated by the children.
(At the front of the pyramid there was a wreath of flowers. I
was surprised to note that the flowers were fresh.)



This is an obelisk marking the Stevens Warren Flower plot. Stephen Flowers
moved to Toledo after serving in the Civil War. He invested in the Reynolds
Flour Mill and renamed it  S.W. Flower and Co.
(Interesting words here - flour and Flower).
He donated the land for a hospital, which became known as Flower Hospital.
He has been called "one of Toledo's noblest citizens".
(Sometime around 1975, Flower Hospital was moved from Toledo
to Harroun Road in Sylvania, OH. I remember
the procession of ambulances coming down the expressway, getting
off at the Sylvania exit and making their way to the new hospital.
There were police cars halting traffic all the way from???
I went to the Google to find the old address and couldn't find anything.
I only know it was in Toledo.)


This is the plaque for all those who donated their bodies to
UTMC. The words say, "Here is the place where
death enjoys helping life". Someone planted the flowers at the foot of the marker.
Here is where Joan's ashes were buried.
We found out, from the lady in the office, that my mother's ashes were
scattered on the lake in Woodlawn. I thought that was appropriate.
Mom's sister, Charlotte, had a cottage in Michigan and my mother spent
many weeks there with Charlotte and their other sisters. Mom liked the water!


This is an unusual monument of a granite replica of the easy chair
that Bessie Ludwig sat in most of the last 25 years of her life.
She slept sitting up for she feared that if she laid down,
she would never get up again. I tried to find out who Bessie Ludwig
was and was unsuccessful. Look at how HUGE this monument is!


This is a better picture of the chair.


This is a shot of part of the lake @ Woodlawn where Mom's ashes were scattered. 


The Conservatory Chapel was the first building on Woodlawn's grounds 
and was dedicated in 1883. Originally, the chapel's lower level (called
the vault) was designed to shelter bodies over the winter months when,
before mechanized equipment was available, graves could not be opened due
to the frozen ground. In 1923, when the vault capacity was no
longer needed, one of Ohio's first crematories was installed in the
lower level of the chapel. This crematory operated
until 1944 and was shut down when a new crematory operation
was built at another location on Woodlawn's property.
Current plans are to restore the chapel.



Here's Judi sitting on the approach to the Spitzer mausoleum. 
As co-founder of Spitzer, Rorick & Co., Ceilan Milo Spitzer was a
prominent merchant and banker. With a cousin as a partner, they were the first
firm west of NYC to engage in the buying and selling of bonds. 
Toledo's first fireproof steel office building was erected in 1893
by the Spitzer Building Company. (When I hear the name "Spitzer"
I am reminded of the Spitzer Arcade, an enclosed walkway from the street
into one of the department stores. The walkway was lined with small shops,
the first enclosed "mall")!

Much of what is recorded here I copied from the brochure
given to us at the office @ Woodlawn Cemetery.








Thursday, August 28, 2014

BILL'S 72ND BIRTHDAY @ THE COTTAGE ON GRAND RIVER

Three guys and a gal were invited to celebrate Bill's 72nd birthday at his cottage on the Grand River
outside Geneva, OH. We had a great time, good!! food, lots of laughs and wine and cigars and
vodka martinis. Here are some pics from that occasion.


The invitation said, "Dress casually" so Jim wore his
summer wrap! Really, Jim was a bit chilly so we
wrapped him up in a blanket.


Chris, our fabulous cook, wore a light jacket over his
casual shirt and jeans.


Bill chose jeans also, wore a dress shirt, untucked, and
left the tie @ home.





I wore my fancy head and face finery with tee shirt, jeans
and no bra. It was casual so I was not about to
put on a tight binding flopper stopper!



Jim is enjoying Bill's big back door deck.
The umbrella is for laughs! :-)


Bill's wonderful bowling ball garden!


Bill and I caught some rays. I was overdressed.
Soon after this pic was taken I shed the jacket.





One morning we went to a
restaurant in Geneva for breakfast.
Then to an antique store and a house sale.
Very little was bought.


On the way back Bill picked a bouquet of wildflowers,
came to the window and proposed to me.
"I want roses, not highway junk"! I screamed!
So he threw the bouquet at me.  


Bill and I headed back to Cleveland one day.
While there we visited the Christmas Story house.
The movie was filmed in part in Cleveland.
The house is open for tours. See the leg lamp?
If you have never seen this movie, get it! 
It is a classic! (P.S. I wore my bra.) 

It was a great 3 days with 3 great guys and a gal!

Sunday, May 25, 2014

My Hoya and How She Bloomed

I have a hoya plant. I went to the Google to get info about her and her kind but there was way too much information! I didn't want this to be a botany/flora blog so...........you can go to your search engine and check it out.

This is what the hoya bloom looks like when it first appears.


This is the second look at the blossom. Can you see the "stars"?



And here she is in all her glory! The stars have burst open!

A hoya doesn't bloom very often. I have had this plant for about 9 years
and she has bloomed only twice.

Back in the early 50's, when my high-school friends and I
were beyond our wedding and baby shower(s), (and back then the wedding shower
came BEFORE the baby shower!) a friend, Ann,
and I decided to get a group together and meet once a month.
We wanted to do this so we wouldn't lose touch with each other.
We called this "The Get-Together". We met in each other's homes once a
month, bringing our knitting, needlework, latest craft and, I remember one
lady who always filed and polished her nails. That lady was Alcy Smith Downing,
who had a huge hoya and gave me a shoot off her plant. I had the plant, gave a shoot
to sister, Joan, Joan gave a shoot to sister Susi and Susi gave a shoot back to me
because my first plant disappeared.
So.........my plant is a great, great, great granddaugher of Alcy's plant.
Incidentally, Alcy died in 1990 at the age of 57. What a shame!
We gathered for over 34 years, the group that started with 14-16 women
and ended with 5 women. Those were the days, my friend, I thought they'd never end.........♬