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PROGRAMMING NOTE from the Author and Archivist


So obviously I just stopped blogging on this platform. I'll get back to it eventually. Or not. I'm taking a break from all social media. It seemed necessary for my mental health.

The last few years have been busy and … challenging:

- 2015 Happened.
- 2016 Let's call it The Lost Year. (Obviously words failed me.)
- 2017 about broke me. Literally. Mentally.
- 2018 was ridiculous, proving 2017 was just a warm up. (Good thing I was already broken so it couldn't hurt as much.#2018TrashCanFire I thought things were going okay, but maybe not?)

- 2019 was such a blur. I know there were highlights, but then stuff happened and carried into the next year...

- And then in March#2020 really took a turn. Who can even categorize 2020? Do we dare?


I kinda want a do-over of some of the last few years. But life doesn’t work that way.


So for now, I'm hunkering down. Regrouping. Trying to stay safe and sort some stuff out.


Stay safe everyone. Stay well.

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Wednesday, September 12, 2012

Summer 2012: Island Hopping, Governors Island 1

One of the biggest reasons I wanted to go Island Hopping has been hearing and reading about all the variety of very cool things that have been going on -- FOR FREE -- at Governors Island the last few years.

Located off the tip of lower Manhattan, Governors Island has been many things over the course of its history, mainly related to the defense of the Port and City of New York, but has been "semi-dormant" for the last few years as plans came together to utilize the land and buildings. For a few months over the last few years, the bulk of the Island has been open for exploration on the weekends - much to the delight of New Yorkers looking for new vistas and relatively uncrowded spaces to "staycation."

Trying to get my "posse" of girls together is tricky, given our varying schedules, but Amelia and Christine and I found one Saturday in late August to venture forth.

We met at Grand Central and then took the 1 down to South Ferry. The Battery Maritime terminal where the Governors Island ferry docks is steps from the Staten Island Ferry - so my earlier Island Hopping adventure was good reconnaissance for this trip. There are plans to update the waiting areas at the Maritime for Governors Island visitors as part of the ongoing redevelopments, but on our trip, it was pretty basic: vinyl signs, airport-esque queues leading up to bag searches by Parks Department people, and then in line out to the Ferry.


All Aboard!

A word about the wait in line for the FREE ferry: [Rant on.] What is up with people pushing and cutting lines? I mean, come on! There is one (1) door. We are all in the same line. We are going to the same place. The Ferry fits a LOT of people. The ride is like 10 minute--tops. The view of the Harbor is not going to change if you get there first by pushing people out of the way. If you DO, you will slow down the line. Just CHILL. Honestly. Some people are so rude. And that's saying something when I take mass transit every.single.day! I can't even blame the out-of-towners. These were pushy outer-borough New Yorkers that were being obnoxious. For shame. [Rant over.]

Once on board the Ferry, which is much smaller than the Staten Island Ferry, we managed to get up on the top deck looking west toward Lady Liberty. There she is looking at Castle Williams on Governors and then Staten Island Ferry going past Ellis Island.

Christine and Amelia celebrating that we have arrived at our destination. Looking down from the top deck as all the passengers stream off the boat and onto the Island.

There are a few things to do right when you get off the Ferry. There's the Parks Department Book/Gift shop (which we missed both inbound and outbound - next time.) There are pop-up tents with information, maps, t-shirts, and directions. Signs show you the way to the bike rental areas, to the tram, and which way to the various walks, the Castle, the Governors Beach Club, and a few other things. We actually didn't do any of that either. I suggested that perhaps we should wait for the crowds to disperse, by exploring the Cooper-Hewitt exhibition at Building 110 - right next to the Ferry stop. (Future post.) After a lovely time getting some culture, we headed left into the interior of the Island and ended up near Nolan Park and some of the lovely old family and officer quarters.



Scattered throughout the Island are installations that are part of a cooperative effort with the Storm King Art Center, which are an interesting counterpoint to the old established trees, brick buildings/barracks, and various architectural components.




We wandered and wondered, stopping to play, eat, observe, shop, and - in my case - document. (More posts to follow). There was so much to see; we really only hit a tiny bit of the accessible areas. We will have to come back to do the sea walk around the entire periphery, see Castle Williams, rent one of these family bikes, or just come and scope out our spots to read, relax, and take in the views.



It's so fun to explore with Christine and Amelia. You never know what Amelia's going to say, (Did you know: She is her own action figure!) and they are both game when I have them pose like models at weird spots. Hey - let's read this sign! Hey look at that weathervane!

Just standing by the railing you can see so much of New York's maritime history float by. L: Out in the harbor, the past and present at the docks. R: Closer to shore, these poor kayakers weren't making much headway in moving in anything but circles. I wanted to shout directions, but then, I paddle in circles too. Just ask my father.


Don't miss this landmark - or the rock telling you it's a landmark.

As you can see, by mid-afternoon, the clouds had rolled in, so we headed back to the Big Island of Mannahatta and ended up doing more wandering. Look at that: The Freedom Tower is really starting to dominate the skyline - or are your eyes just drawn there like mine because of the twin ghosts of what once was?


My lovely lovely friends!

So that's a quick overview of the trip to Governors Island. Future posts will delve into what all we did in 5 very busy hours on shore.


Governors Island is open a few more weekends this year. Better hurry if you're going to make it. Maybe I'll see you there next year?

Governors Island National Monument's 2012 public access season goes until September 30th. The island will be open on Saturdays, Sundays, and Labor Day Monday for public access.

Tuesday, September 11, 2012

Retroblogging 1980: September 11, 1980


9/11/80

Today I got up when mom got us all up. Then I got dressed and went down for breakfast. For breakfast I had rolls. Then I went to school. At school I did math, reading, coloring, and had lunch and came home. When I got home I did some work. And had supper. But before then Dad came home. Yesterday I wote to Audrey. But today Jed wote to Jeff, his friend.


All I can think of when I see journal entries like this from a cool fall September day dated the 11th, is wonder how many other people just got up, got dressed, had breakfast, and went along their day - without an indication that it was going to be one of those dates that you ended up not forgetting due to world events.

I may not remember September 11, 1980, but I can't forget September 11, 2001.

I pray we never do.

Monday, September 10, 2012

Letters from Ollie J -- Sept. 10, 1981

Unless Mom has yet another stash tucked away in the 17-20 buckets of family photos, genealogy, and documents she has yet to deal with, I suspect that this probably will be the last of the letters from my grandmother.

It is so her though, set on the farm, the syntax, the chickens, mention of her siblings, a list of chores, and advice for me and the boys. Plus her love.

I wasn't quite 10 yet when I got this letter. Now Jed is all grown up and his kid is in 2nd grade - a year more than he was when Grandma wrote this and J.J.'s little Nathan is in the same position his Poppa was - home alone without his big siblings for the first time. And finally, that new bed in the basement she mentions at the end of the letter? I'm still sleeping on it - all these years later here in the Attic. Time has passed, and we're both banged up, bruised, scrapped, and dingy with white highlights, but ... we're still functional.

I love you too Grandma -- even if this new fangled computer and Internet and whole public journal/sharing of feelings thing would have made you totally uncomfortable.

10 September 1981

Dear Granddaughter,

Thank you for the nice letter. I read it with pleasure.

So glad you like your dress and hope it will last you a long time.

I'm fealing better. Had a cold and got some medicine which helped. I am staying busy. Helped Uncle Hyrum put down floor tile Saturday. So was up and down on my knees. There for I am sore muscle wise.

The aunts in Utah are doing fine. They were pleased with your gift. Aunt Shirley said she missed you. She went to California with Uncle Preston to a reunion with his Navy buddies. Hope they enjoyed themselves. Were to be gone three days.

So you are in fourth grade? How time flies. Been or seems such a short time ago when you were born. Now you are fast growing into a young lady. Study well and learn the things the teacher teaches you which are true.

Jed in first grade that's a big step for him. Help him learn what you already know.

I glad you could come and visit with me in Wayne County, N.C. Love having you all.

Well that old rooster is waking me up. Don't he crow like he's proud to be alive? The hens are not laying the eggs so fast right now. They take a rest period.

But your mom will fix you up a good lunch to take to school. One which will make you grow and learn well. You'll be proud to carry your pretty lunch boxes.

J.J. will be lonesome while you and Jed are at school so be kind to him when you get home.

I'm washing as I write this letter. I stop reload machine. So you can bet it is a beautiful sunshiney day. Was just a little cool to being with (fallish)

Uncle Hyrum sends his love. Uncle Carl is so busy not sure he heard me when I told him you said hi.

Your Mom told me on the phone you had a new bed in the basement. It must be pretty from what she said.

Take care of yourself and be a good girl. Help look after your brothers and love them
not boss them.

I love each of you very much.

Kisses for all

Grandma [Ollie]

Have fun while Grandma [Roa] visits you.

Retroblogging 1980: September 10, 1980


9/10/80

Today I woke up 6:35. When Mom came to get me I was up, So was Jed. When I was dressed I went downstairs to breakfast. At breakfast we had eggs cereal and toast. Then Jed and me went to school. AT school I reading math and music and had a reading test. When school out I came home. When I came home I did my home work.


I have to tell you that I physically and psychically shuddered when I typed the number 6:35 for a wake-up call.

I am NOT a morning person. My morning really gets going about 2 in the afternoon, and can last until about 1 or 2 in the morning. I am just wired differently.

Sunday, September 9, 2012

Retroblogging 1980: September 9, 1980


9/9/80

Today I woke when I was supposed to. J.J. was up, and so was Jed. Then I got dressed and went downstrairs. Then I had breakfast, then I made my bed. Then I me and Jed went to school. At school we did math, art. When school was out I came home. When I came home I did my homework. Then dad came home and we had supper. Then I went to bed.


If you look at the picture, you can see that after a tumultuous summer, we have settled into a routine and Mom has time to add some editorial suggestions to this journal.

Retroblogging 1980: The Nest


The Nest

One day some birds come to biuld a nest. Then one siad to build our nest here in this apple tree. Then other one said no, I want to build my nest in that tree. So both of them went to look for sticks for the nest. After the nest builded [or was built per Mom] she laid the egg. After a while it hatched and out popped a baby bird.

Saturday, September 8, 2012

Retroblogging 1980: September 8, 1980


9/8/80

Today I woke up at 6:30 because J.J. woke me up. When it was time to get up I got up and got dressed, make my bed and went down beastfest/breakfast. After beastfest I did a job and went to school. At school we had a fire dille. One of the first floors started on fire. After school was out, I came home. I did my homework. And I read some books. Then I whached some T.V. Then I had supper. Then I went to bed.


Actually, if you eat eggs, bacon, sausage, or any animal product to break your fast, beastfest is actually appropriate.

Now I want some beast, I mean bacon.