{75/365} – Happy New Year & Black & White Wednesday

I knew once I pulled out the Polaroid that my niece got it. She was completely enthralled with the magic of instant image. While she watched the photos develop, she scrutinized them with glee – “Look at this one – so much red!” “Look, this one has some green in it!” So even though she blew through 15 exposures, it was worth it to see her face everytime a new image came into focus – or not into focus. But, she even liked the crappy ones – they’re neat! I’d share them, but I’m too tired to start scanning, and they’re frankly, not that inspiring. But, we had fun and I think she’ll enjoy looking at them from time to time – remember when we took those? Remember the Polaroid?

I did take a few with the digital DSLR – just a few. Danielle was in photographer mode having snatched the Polaroid, and this is the first pose she gave me:


I’m not particularly a fan of this “maybe I have to go to the bathroom” pose. So, I begged and pleaded, and she gave up this one:





Much better!

And my nephew?  There’s no posing.  It’s very hard to catch him in a still moment – so taking a picture of Jake is just like catching a glimpse –



These were processed with Paint the Moon’s “Hope Chest Action” – a way back machine for black and white.  Love it!

So, go on over to Long Road to China for Black and White Wednesday!


Hmmm, somedays, maybe, you just have to use a flash . . . or convert to B&W.  My mom and my niece, Danielle, suprised me today and came into Philly for lunch.  Lovely way to end the week!




Tea with My Grandmother

Vintage Summer Peach

In a comment to my Who I Am Post, Piroseper asked about my sweet little teacup.

There are actually three teacups, I just put my favorite in the hodgepodge picture of my life of things.

Tea Cups3These teacups were my grandmothers’s. 

I remember going to my grandparents’ apartment as a child.  They had several apartments while I was growing up, but in each apartment, the set up was always the same.  There was a large couch, across from a television set.  There was a marble coffee table in front of the couch, in the shape of an S, and on each end of the couch, there were cherry wood end tables.  On each end table was a scary looking lamp, with a gargoyle carved in the marble just below the light fixture.  And, as ugly as these lamps were, that’s how beautiful the teacups looked, resting on the top of the tables.  There were six cups, and when my grandparents passed away, my mother and I split them up.  I have three cups, my mother has three.

My grandmother came to this country from England.  She, her parents, her sister, and her two brothers first settled in Canada, where the first wave of the family had moved.  But, there were no jobs, and the boys found themselves across the border in Detroit, finding jobs in the auto industry.  My grandmother often visited them, and during one visit, at a vintage keg party, she met my grandfather, and it was not long after that she married him.

She moved to Philadelphia.  A brother and his family, and various cousins stayed in Canada.  Another brother moved back to England, and I still have family there, as well.  And, even though the family found itself on different continents, in different countries, they stayed close, visiting when they could.  And these teacups were sentimental gifts that were given to my grandmother when she would visit.  I wish, when she were alive, I had asked her about the teacups – about which teacup was gifted on what visit.  There are pictures of my mom with her Canadian cousins, different summers, different hairstyles – which cup went with which summer?  At least one of the cups was a gift from her brother, when he visited from England.  I don’t know which cup, and neither does my mother.


My grandmother had the loveliest hands.  I did not inherit them – I have my father’s small stubby fingers.  My grandmother had long, thin fingers, and beatiful nails.  At some point, before my mother made me throw them away because they smelled of mothballs, I had a bag of little white gloves that my grandmother would wear to work.  When I look at these little cups, I think of her with white gloves, sipping tea. 


Not that she actually drank tea out of these cups.  In fact, I think she became an Americanized coffee drinker.  But, no matter.  During the Depression, she didn’t have depression glass, she had these lovely cups.  And, when I was growing up, I wasn’t allowed to touch them.

I was always told they weren’t for play, they were special.




Husband working on the 4th
Don’t worry – he has icecream waiting for him when he gets home!

Conversations with a Seven Year Old



“Aunt Wendy, don’t you think getting older is so sad?”

“No. Why do you think it’s sad?”

“Because, you know, you lose all of those memories.”

“What do you mean?  You don’t lose any memories.”

“You know – I mean, I can’t go back and be six all over again, and that’s sad.”


Danielle, when do you think a person is old?”

“Hmm, at 50.”

“50?  When do you think a person is wise?”

“I was wise at 3.”


“Aunt Wendy, would you rather have a blue fish or a yellow crocodile as a pet?”

“A blue fish.”

“A fish!?!  But they’re born to die!”

“We all are.”

“Well, I know, but fish die right away.  Don’t you want a pet that will last?”

“Like a crocodile?”

“Yeah, like a crocodile.”

“What’ll I feed a crocodile?  A fish is easy.”

“Crocodile’s are easy.  They eat salmon.”

“Salmon?  You’re making that up.”

“Maybe, but it’s still true.”

In Which Two Tall Men Get in One Tiny Tiny Car

Did I mention that my approaching 40 brother bought an Alfa Romeo (my brother, thankfully, not my husband.  Husband wants a Camaro)?  Vintage?  Er, stinky . . . Well, he’s working on the smell.

But this is what happens when two tall (one VERY tall) men try to get in to it.











Did I mention that my husband is 6’4?

Hmmm,  my 6’0 brother looks really comfortable as well.

Heads poking through the roof perhaps?  Very cool indeed.  Men.  Now would a woman try to wear a pair of shoes that were three sizes too small?  Of course not!

So, who looked cool with the Spyder?

Vintage Jake  

My nephew Jake, the future Rebel with a Cause, perhaps?