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I Could Write A Book…….. March 28, 2017

Beachmere Inn   1930’s postcard from Ogunquit Maine

I could write a long book about the memories stirring in me as I view this postcard from Ogunquit Maine.

 

How We Met March 27, 2017

Filed under: Africa,Friendship,Hotels,Kenya,Memoirs,Memories,Northern Ireland — Janet @ 3:00 pm

A few years ago, 18 to be more precise, I wrote a memoir which I called 8 Countries, 62 years.  Now at age 80 I plan to write the sequel and fill in a few gaps.  Yesterday at church coffee hour I was asked the conversation starter question – how did you meet the man you married – or words to that effect.

It’s a long story – or a very short story.

Step 1 – we met in Kenya in August 1966.

 

IMG  Ian at the Nairobi Show, September 1966

 

A Multidimensional Life March 19, 2016

Filed under: Memoirs,Memories — Janet @ 3:38 pm

What a fascinating book.  My Seven Lives by Solveig Sedlet.  A memoir published in 2005 by a Danish American woman – her childhood in  Denmark, her life under the Nazi occupation in World War II, her early adult years working as a nanny in postwar London, emigration to America, marriage, widowhood, 2nd marriage, building a family, and finally coping with a mentally disturbed son.  Solveig died last year at the age of 90.  A rich life with its many joys and sorrows.

my seven lives

 

 

 

 

Daily Photo February 21, 2011

Filed under: Ireland,Memoirs,Memories,Photography — Janet @ 10:01 pm

There are several photography blogs that I read either regularly or occasionally.  Seattle Daily Photo is one, another is One a Day – Mostly Seattle, and Dublin Daily Photo.  And from these blogs I occasionally branch off onto others.  A rather fun way to indulge my photography and travel interests.  Today I’ve been continuing the unending task of going through old photos and miscellaneous memorabilia and trying to find a place for everything, and put everything in its place.

I came across the above photo and puzzled over it for a long time.      Is it Ireland, Dublin, Sandycove/Dalkey, near the James Joyce Museum and the Forty Foot?  It was with other photos of that part of the coastline.   I think the photo below was taken at the same time, looking toward the swimmers easing themselves into the water at the  Forty Foot in the distance.                another photo in the same group was this one –  the pink mallows growing by the side of the road as you walk up the hill toward the James Joyce Museum.  These photos would have been taken on Bloomsday, June 16 – sometimes a lovely day, some years cold and overcast.

  I know for sure that this blue house, note the cat on the doorstep, is a house in the area;  as is this one with the yellow door and the random flowers – one of my favourites.    

 

Social Networking Time Warp January 30, 2011

Filed under: Family,Family history,Famous people,Memoirs,Memories — Janet @ 9:10 pm

In my Belmont High School Class of 1954 “chat room”, if you can call it that, a number of us have been sharing memories of our school days and classmates and our parents as they then were.  We were very fortunate in Belmont in that we were a sort of dormitory suburb for numerous faculty members of Harvard and MIT.  There were several quite famous people in our midst and we in our innocent youth didn’t even realize this.  Now that we have reached the age and are well beyond the ages that our parents were then, we are getting quite nostalgic in looking back.  One such famous professor was Harold Edgerton, known as Doc Edgerton at MIT.  Now, thanks to the internet and google,  I can find out more about him and his family and read many moving tributes to him and reviews of his many accomplishments.    He was a good-natured friend to all – but to me, and many of us, he was the parent who came and watched our sports activities.

A few years ago when I was in London and either being a tourist or visiting family or attending a meeting, or some combination of the above, I was wandering about in the Victoria and Albert Museum and I just about fainted in the photography section.  There was a photo on the wall – a photo with the caption Harold Edgerton, a photo of his daughter skipping rope, date 1940.  Although I knew he was famous for discovering how to capture split-second moments in speed photography, I still was not expecting to find this memory reminder there on the walls of the Victoria and Albert Museum in London.  After all, my association with the family was in 1940’s Boston/Cambridge/Belmont.  It was many years since I had left Belmont and/or thought about the Edgertons.

Now for the present.  My memory of his son closest to me in age. was fixed in time for say the 1950’s.  Now I find on Facebook, yes the famous Facebook bandwagon that everyone is joining, that this son is a member – and lo and behold at age 75 he is the image of his father.  My image of the father now comes up on the screen as the image of the son.  It was uncanny.

As a footnote, I’ll say that at my 50th reunion from high school, a classmate that I knew from kindergarten but hadn’t seen for maybe 35 years, exclaimed “you look just like your mother”.  So I guess the genes are there and that’s the way it is.  If you want to know what you are going to look like in 50 years, just look at your parents or photographs thereof.

  from a site on the internet, I found this Harold Edgerton photo dated 1934

  from another site, an Edgerton photo  more familiar one to me

 

A Little Known Family Fact January 22, 2011

Filed under: Family history,Memoirs,Poetry — Janet @ 12:30 am

  a little book of poetry written by my paternal grandmother in her so-called twilight years.  Self-published, written when she was in her late 70’s and a member of a poetry circle in Florida.

  her book of poetry was privately printed for her by The Beach Press, Daytona Beach, Florida.  She introduces herself as follows: 

     I was born in Crown Point, New York in 1863; married Major Charles D. Miller of Newark, Ohio, in 1882.

The best work, as well as the greatest joy of my life, has been the rearing of my four children to good American citizenship.

Spending winters in Orlando, Florida, in 1939 I was attracted to the Poetry Club and, although I had never before written any poetry, I found I could really turn out something with rhyme and rhythm.

The greater number of these poems were written for the Club before I left Orlando for Daytona Beach.

I hope, dear reader, that you like them and become my friend as I am yours.

                                                                                                                          M.M.M.

____________________

How could you help but be proud of and have great fondness for this grandmother of mine.  A grandmother I did not see all that often, in fact only seldom, and who lived far away from where I grew up. 

  January 1, 1942,  my father and his mom,  Daytona Beach Florida

My grandmother in fact outlived her son by 5 years.  She passed away in 1954 at the age of 91.  I can only remember her through photographs, a few letters in the family archive,  and what my sisters now in their 80’s are able to tell me about her.

What struck me today though about her was when I opened up this little book of poetry and found the following:         

A poem she wrote To The Half-Century Club (At State College, Albany, New York, June 1941) on the occasion of their 60th reunion.

To the Half-Century Club

Half-Centuryites we are here today

To look back along the way

We trod together for awhile

Only a short, but lovely mile,

And gather up from here and there

Some recollections we may share,

So short a time it was, you know,

Only two years, that long ago

That teachers did their sturdy part

To us their wisdom to impart.

In seventy-nine I came to wait

For knowledge at old New York State,

In June, ’81, I left its hall

But where’er my footsteps fall,

In all my life, I’ll ne’er forget

The lessons learned, the friends I met.

I recall that building, old and gray,

Where Dr. Alden held full sway,

I still can see, as I saw of yore,

The faculty filing through the door

To seat themselves in solumn style

Upon the rostrum for awhile,

While Marsh, the temperamental dear,

Made music to delight the ear;

His eagle eye cast ’round the ring

Making sure that each should sing.

Today could Dr. Alden see

What his school has grown to be

A certain pride he’d surely know,

But other things would shock him so

He’s shed a tear and tear his hair,

Perchance, forsooth, he’d even swear,

Full well I know the dancing class

Would make him cry aloud, “Alas,”

Once on the carpet I was called,

Across the coals well overhauled,

Because one evening forth I pranced

Broke every rule and danced and danced.

Enough of this, we stand today

In life’s twilight, cold and gray,

Our work near done, our faces turn

To where the sunrise glories burn,

For well we know this life to be

Only a link in the chain which we

Make complete when, our lessons learned,

Last life lived!  last body spurned,

Strivings over and hardships past,

Perfect peace is ours at last.

So from Daytona’s Beach I send

Greeting and farewell to each friend

Until next year shall bring our way

Another glad Alumni Day.

__________________________

I just love what she has written.  So long ago now.  My grandmother on the occasion of her 60th reunion from college – and only recently I celebrated my 50th reunion from college, relatively near where she was born and went to school.  Middlebury Vermont, Crown Point New York, and Albany New York are not all that far apart.  She went to the college (I guess what would have been called a Normal School or a Teacher Training College) at the age of 16.  Attended for the requisite 2 years.  Graduated in 1881 and then married in 1882.  The little known family fact – to me anyhow – was that she had even gone to college at all.

 

Snow January 11, 2011

Filed under: Dublin,Family history,Memoirs,Memories,Seasons,Uncategorized — Janet @ 9:05 pm

The news is snow, snow, snow.  Well, not here in Seattle so far today but I’m thinking of all the family on the East Coast and picturing them out there shovelling their driveways, etc.

Here’s a photo I found of a bit of snow we had in January 1985 when we happened to be in Dublin, in between assignments further afield.  This is Ailesbury Lawn and I was able to use my skis which had been stored in the garden shed.  The caption on the back of the photo reads “1st time on skis since 1966”.