Thursday, October 29 2015
I'm fascinated by any changes I see on my old balcony, that one up on the top floor. There are now many plants growing there. Last time I was on the block there were none. I wonder if someone new has moved in.
On the topic of: Brooklyn, Housing, Memories, Williamsburg
Saturday, April 19 2014
Grandma used to do this herself, every Saturday, for long as I can remember, but needs help these days.
I haven't witnessed this ceremony in years. When I used to stay at my grandparent's place on Saturday nights, this was part of the ritual of preparation for Sunday morning's 8 am mass, along with Grandma passing out cones of White House (cherry vanilla) ice cream and Pap watching Lawrence Welk and maybe Austin City Limits if he could stay awake.