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    November 30. Susan, Christine and I saw two of three new Italian plays at the Cherry Lane theatre. I actually thought I had booked the third offer which was a Pirandello revival but we were all glad that we did not miss “The Journey I Never made” and “Story of Love and Soccer”. Both excellently translated and powerfully acted. The first is a thought provoking and somewhat unsettling portrayal of the current social turmoil and the second is modern thriller about corrupt sport and the triumph of evil over good. We were able to chat with one of the actors about the plays after the show. Before the show we ate lobster and oysters at the  “Fish” restaurant which was only two blocks from the theatre!

     

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Halloween is Nigh!

Many homes, shops and restaurants in the city have already been festooned in preparation for Halloween. Wedding attire seems to be de rigueur for the ghouls this year. Walking back home from a concert last week, we came upon this display outside a walk-up on 95th Street:

This  wedding couple were fashionably dressed . . . .

 

. . . . in the latest clobber  . . . . .

 

. . . . . but they seem to have got off to a poor start . . . .

 

                         . . . . .  even the bridesmaid was undernourished . . .

 

. . . and their dog hadn’t eaten for years!

Fortunately, Christine and I will be on the high seas heading for the sun when the mayhem starts.

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“The Pool” at Central Park and Friends

It was a lovely day – clear blue sky and a mild breeze. Christine and I shouldered our chairs and took the crosstown bus at 96th street to the west side of the park. A ten minute walk (for me now) took us to what has become our favourite spot these days –“The Pool”, where rustic benches overlook the brilliant green duckweed covering much of the pond at this time of the year. On this particular day, however, the breeze had shifted the weed to one side and left large patches of clear water to mirror the late summer trees and shoreline.

There is now a good deli on 103rd street and Central Park West. It was no bother for Christine to get freshly brewed coffee, a sandwich made up to our liking and return with them to our reserved seats, right next to water’s edge. There we sat the day away, enjoying the food, reading our magazines and quietly watching the wild life gain the courage to approach us. Here are a few pictures – enlarge them for detail:

Who would imagine this scene in the middle of a bustling city?

 

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The first of our new-found friends. . . . .

 

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We did not break the rules and feed the wildlife–this little one foraged on his/her own!

 

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Opposite shoreline . . .

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41B – The ‘After’ pictures

You may remember pictures of the wreckage of my apartment of a few weeks ago? The new blinds and carpets are installed finally, and I am pleased to show off the results of Harry’s men’s handiwork.  (Enlarge for detail):

Bedroom fit to sleep in once more . . . . . . .

 

. . . with decorative touches . . . .

 

Bathroom bright and airy .. . . . . .

 

Living room de-cluttered and wood-flooring restored . . . .

 

Den with new clock and dining table decoration . . . .

 

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Kitchen repaired

 

Foyer restored . . .

 

Final touch

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Job had it easy – The Pirtle’s Misfortune

Life has many ugly tricks up its sleeve, but none so calamitous as it has inflicted on my dear friends, John and Anne Pirtle! I remember with great affection the time in 2009 when they took such great care of Ethel and me in their home in Houston, Texas.

Since that time, they have suffered two severe floodings of their home but have risen up each time and, over many painstaking months, renovated it. Only a  month or two ago, I was talking to them and they told me that their house would be able to receive visitors again! And now comes Harvey to dump four and half feet of dirty flood water on all their hard won recovery!

Their resolve is, naturally, exhausted. They are abandoning the house and will seek an alternative living style:

John in conversational mode . . .

 

Anne, ever good humored in spite of failing eyesight . . . .

 

John cooking lamb chops for Ethel’s breakfast!

 

The Pirtle’s living room – Now under 4 1/2 feet of water!!

John and Anne have suffered much more than their quota of hardship; I sincerely hope they find tranquility and even happiness from now on – Wish them well!

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Chihuly at the Botanical Gardens

We made  a somewhat disappointing visit to the New York Botanical Gardens the other day. The disappointment was caused largely by the hype to get us to apply for the NY Identity Cards which, among other goodies, promised free membership of NY institutions like the NYBG and Central Park Zoo. It turned out that the free membership was a grounds pass only–every exhibit required a fee in addition or full membership. We were left with the options of taking up a dual membership, $60, or, admission to the Chihuly exhibits, $50 for two seniors. Much as we wanted to see the Chihuly art works, we decided just to enjoy our sandwich lunch in gardens. I had seen Chihuly’s masterworks in his Seattle studio some years ago with Ethel and Bonnie and would like to have compared them with the pieces on view in the NYBG exhibit, however, here are a few pictures of works displayed in the open gardens: (enlarge them for detail):

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Roosevelt’s Four Freedoms

While Christine and Nereida opted to sun themselves on Rockaway Beach, I took the cable tram to Roosevelt Island to see the Memorial to the Franklin D. Roosevelt: The Four Freedoms Park. Normally, the high-riding tram offers stunning aerial views of the city, but I was, by no means, alone in my quest–the stairways up to the trams were packed with queuing riders and the tram itself was so crowded that I couldn’t even get the camera out of its bag.

When I came to the USA, the strip of land in the middle of the East River was called “Welfare Island”  on account of its use as an isolated location for infectious disease and mental health hospitals. The 59th Street bridge spans the East River at the midpoint of the island and an elevator which operated from the pedestrian walkway down to the island was the only means of access other than by boat. I remember taking the somewhat scary elevator ride a number of times when the northern part of the island began to become an upmarket residential area. The southern tip of the island was in direct view of my eleventh floor office in the UN building. I recall when the ‘Freedom’ jet began to spurt its spray high into the air, but, more graphically, I remember when some totally inefficient objectors launched a mortar shell at the UN–it fell into the East River just short of the island and made a modest splash. People did move away from the windows in case another, more accurately aimed missile was fired. But nothing came.

Here are some pictures of southern tip as it is now. Enlarge them for detail:

Not a fake President!

 

View from the island

 

The President’s four freedoms . . .

 

Cornell Tech campus . . . . .

 

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Reminder of the island’s earlier use . . . .

 

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Another official City landmark  (seen across the East River from the island)

 

This group of Sikh visitors are enthusiastic

 

Playground under the tramway – seen from the island

 

The centerpiece of the memorial

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Eileen’s 90th Birthday

The 19th August, 2017 was the 90th anniversary of Eileen’s birthday– Many Happy Returns Eileen! Eileen is my sister-in-law and I first knew of her, more than seventy years ago, from photographs I received from the family while I was a P.O.W.  She and my brother, Les, had just been married.

To mark her birthday, I made her a greeting card to remind her (and me) of the long time we have been in each other’s lives.  Then it occurred to me that the family at large might have an interest in the card’s message because the archival photographs copied in it are now lodged in The Imperial War Museum in London and may be viewed there as part of WWII exhibit. Hence this Post:

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