Saturday, March 24, 2012

Tribute


In April, I am going, with Doug’s wife Susan (Wheeler, HHS ’74) to a blues festival (how fitting) where the whole town is paying another tribute to Doug. Note the hammer in the Festival logo: a tribute to the man they called Capt. Doug, whose carpentry skills made him everyone’s go-to guy. Also note the Boy Scout emblem. Doug, whose love of hunting was nurtured in the rat barn, was a Golden Eagle and a Scout leader whose three sons also became Eagle Scouts.

 
I thought you might enjoy reading about the tribute Doug Walter’s son created:

http://www.gsusignal.com/campus-life/on-yonder-mountain-an-art-exhibit-by-chris-walter-1.2716623#.T2nGKvF5mSM

When I read this, I remembered seeing some of Anthony Fisher’s work in which his relationship with Alan figured prominently. Chris Walters’ exhibit, however, is not one of us processing the death of one of our parents. It is one of the next generation paying tribute to one of us.





Thursday, September 22, 2011

Farewell

Doug Walter, who moved across the street from me when he was in sixth grade, was my blood brother. In a more innocent time, before people started donning gloves before picking up a bleeding child, Doug, John Chesley, Shelley Fisher, and I sliced our fingers and bled into each other’s lives.

Doug Walter was my brother in faith. Before we knew it was less-than-holy to enjoy the Lord’s Supper apart from the church, we shared Communion in his living room one New Year’s Eve.

Doug played the role of big brother for me. He moved from Hampton to Wooster, Ohio, after he graduated from high school. Since I went to college there, I still saw Doug’s family even when he was off in the service. When Doug was home on leave and learned that I was dating someone from Wooster, he showed up at my future husband’s house in uniform. He took Chuck out to eat and firmly told him that, if he broke my heart, he’d have to tangle with an armed soldier.

One day, Doug’s yard on Green Valley Drive developed a sinkhole. From Harts Run Road, the ground opened up swallowing more and more of Doug’s yard. Doug is gone, and we stagger, witless, around the sinkhole.

Thursday, August 26, 2010

Wendy's Top 5

Unfortunately, Michael and I were able to attend only half the reunion, so I thought a Top 5 list would be more appropriate. So, in reverse order:

5. Square dancing, and seeing Michael's picture in the paper the next morning. As I said to some of you, a wonderful moment was seeing two teenagers walk in and having the lightbulb go on immediately--"Oh, John and Shelley's kids, obviously!"

4. Seeing GVD for the first time in 35 years; seeing how it has changed--ALL THOSE TREES!!!--and at the same time, how it has not changed. It's still a nice neighborhood, and that's comforting. (An ancillary thrill--driving around the area so easily, automatically putting the turn signal on at the right time, even after all these years.)

3. Going through our old house with Trish. This was a bittersweet episode, since as you all know some serious damage had been done to the property, but it was nice to know the new owners love the place and are working to resuscitate it. I was thrilled to hear that my Dad's daffodils are still popping up in the woods every spring!

2. Seeing Don and Pat Seidel. That brought tears to my eyes, reminding me that my parents are gone. And honestly, Don doesn't look a day older than when I last saw him!

1. Saturday night singing--and sitting next to Trish for that. Oh, you all were so good. (And Trish and I were SO bad all those years ago.) But it was wonderful how, as David said, everyone knew all the words, and joined in in full voice.

Regrets: First: that we couldn't stay for Sunday and Monday. Second (and this is a very close Second): I somehow didn't get to eat any chipped ham! How did that happen?

Tuesday, August 24, 2010

Bill's top 10 reunion moments

O.K. so here are my top 10 moments in no particular order:

Meeting Dan and Walter for the first time
Seeing Meagan and John... I have seen everyone else in recent history... it has been many years since I saw them.
Slides at Seidels. At first I thought is was surreal then I realized it was as if no time had passed. We were just hanging at Seidels like we had been doing it forever.
Meeting all of your children... What great kids we have spawned. :)
Singing with Dan and everyone else.
My daughter Alissa freaking you all out with her throat sound.
The brutal weather... NOT!
Just the fact that we did it and it was GREAT!
The Shady Tree. Difficult but memorable.
Sitting with Mr. Seidel at the Pirate Game. I loved talking with him.
Honorable mention--- teasing Linda about being in charge. :)

So, you got 10???

Saturday, July 24, 2010

Musical Reminiscing

Most every day I peruse the Pittsburgh Post Gazette on line to keep in touch with the old home town. Thursday's edition had a interview with Eric Burdon because he is headlining tonight (July 24) the Pittsburgh Blues Festival at Hartwood Acres. Those of you old enough may remember him as the lead singer of the 1960's group the Animals. The Hartwood connection, the demise of the Civic Arena and the on-going email discussion of music and the reunion reminded me of when I saw the Animals on June 25, 1966 at the Civic Arena. There were only two groups playing that night; the Animals up first and the Rolling Stones. It is hard to call the Animals a warm-up group especially since they almost stole the show. We (Dave Graham, Ken Vistein, Steve Bulick and myself) dressed in our best madras outfits and sat in the 9th row which is just far enough back so that you were almost level with the stage. Both groups were really sensational but two events happened that made it hard to forget. During the Animals' set, Hilton Valentine, their guitarist broke a string in the middle of a song. This is a fairly uncommon event when playing electric guitar with steel strings. The Rolling Stones' set was also interrupted when Mick Jagger got shocked by one of the microphones. He was taken off stage for a few minutes but then returned and finished the set. All in all it was a memorable evening.
This was the second of three times that I saw the Rollings Stones. They also played the Civic Arena on November 24, 1965. This was an all day affair with lots of groups: The Byrds, We Five, Bo Diddley and others I no longer remember as well as the Rolling Stones. The last time was at the University of Illinois Assembly Hall on November 15, 1969. They were backed up by English blues guitarist Terry Reid and the amazing BB King. Believe it or not, on the first Rolling Stones tour of the US, they also played in Pittsburgh at Westview Park Danceland on June 17, 1964. I really wanted to go to that one as well but you had to be 21 to go.

Friday, July 2, 2010

Summer Reunion-AUGUST 2010

Our summer reunion will take place August 12-16 with a full overlap expected for Sat & Sun. Some of the ideas currently being considered are: Touring some of the houses on the street, kick ball on the flat top, field trip to Giel and the boy's ballfield, hike in Lawrence's, a tour of Hartwood mansion, a square dance, pasta dinner at the Fisher's, a custom-made Green Valley trival pursuit game, a "talent optional" nite, Pirates game, Heinz Historical Museum, dinner at Hartwood Inn, a secret event after dark,lunch at the shady tree and more but I forget everything.
Come one, come all. No invitation necessary.

Tuesday, December 29, 2009

Merry Christmas from the Beales


Here are Meagan, Peter and I in the our "Game Room," with its chilly floor, on Christmas morning. (Several of you have mentioned how nice and cool that floor was in the summer--as indeed it was--but it was a little less welcoming in the winter.) Peter got a chemistry set that Christmas, I got an art set (which had no impact whatsoever on my artistic talent) and I think Meagan got a pink fridge and sink. My sister-in-law Lori found this and 80 other photos among my Dad's things, and she put them on a disc for us. In the year this photo was taken, we only had one tree, down in the game room, but in future years we had two--one up in the living room, one down here--so we could display all of Dad's ornaments. I still have a number of his special ornaments, but I have to admit to having a fake tree. (My argument is, you can display the ornaments better on a fake one.) Among Dad's papers Lori also found a lovely note from Linda to my parents remembering our Christmas tree and detailing her attempts to replicate that tree with her own family. So Happy New Year to you all. We are looking forward to seeing you in August!

Tuesday, September 1, 2009

Mr Beale and Mr Seidel

I called my dad this week to ask him about time spent commuting with Mr Beale. In the late 1950's and through the 1960's, the two dads would often walk up to Giel's together in the morning to catch the bus into town. It was never coordinated but they often ran into one another as they walked down Green Valley Drive and then up Harts Run Road. My dad worked in the tubular steel division at Jones & Laughlin and Mr Beale wrote ad copy for an advertising company. (Meagan,Wendy-pls fill in details or correct any erroneous info.)

One day after a family vacation to Cape Cod, Mr Beale wistfully said that he would love to move permanently to the cape and he had found a house near the water on one and a half acres but it was too pricey at $30,000!

On another bus ride into town, Mr Beale lamented that he had run out of ideas after five years, for a client that made religous candles in upstate New York. (How many ways can you make that interesting?!)

The year that the "Complete Book of Running" by Jim Fixx was published, Don suggested to Jack that instead of walking up to Giels, perhaps they should jog. Jack said,"That might be a little dangerous but we could run up the hill behind our houses and then down from Farmview." Picture the men with their wingtip shoes, suits, and HATS!

Thursday, August 27, 2009

Late summer evenings

This is just a quick impression...I went outside to water the hydrangeas after dinner this evening, and it was just that time of day that I remember as being a sort of bonus play time when we were kids. Dinner was over, dishes were done, and we got to go back outside as the light was fading and the air was actually starting to get a bit cooler. I don't recall that we saw the kids from the front of the street after dinner--usually it was just us from around the bend. In the early years, I seem to remember that we would congregate up on the flat top, and often even our parents came out and, I guess, hung out as we rode around on our bikes or tried out our roller skates. Some of the littler kids might even have been out in their pajamas, having already had their baths, and I suppose their Mothers wanted to savor those last few days of delightful weather, recognizing it wouldn't last for long.
By the way, Happy Birthday today, Tom and Trish!

Sunday, August 23, 2009

Letters to Linda

Linda's parents unearthed a box of old letters. Even the stationery evoked memories of the era:

I found several letters about Jackie’s birthday party. I remembered making the vases as favors for Jackie's party, but forgot that my big brother helped with that. Please disregard my commentary on the brother’s vase. Must have been something I heard someone say (won’t say from whom) since I can’t imagine I had any categories for Freudian vases at that age:




Here’s one about decorating the pool:

For those of you who don't like reading in the round, it explains that we were helping to prepare for the big birthday party and somehow ended up swimming instead. I remember the day’s science lesson about air within the balloons heating and coming into contact with cooler water. I remember getting those balloons out of the pool and carrying them into the house, but I had forgotten that we repeated that whole process several times.

I remember that guests were to draw pictures of Jackie’s inner self. The pictures lined the walls going up the stairs. Here’s mine. Please disregard the bit about worms and realize that I was trying to capture Jackie’s nurturing spirit:


Below you will see precedents for street marriages and for writing a book together:




One thing that comes through in all our letters is how hard it was for all of us to leave Green Valley:


Here's a bit more on the interaction across age differences:

Sunday, August 16, 2009

Chapel Gate Swim Club

When I was back in Pittsburgh last week, one of the places that I revisited was the Chapel Gate Swim Club . Our family were members of Chapel Gate for many years. I, too, was briefly on their swim team but swimming was not really the reason that I went there. I went to play bridge. I went even on rainy days because the life guards still had to be there and it was mostly the life guards that I played with; the McCrady brothers, the Taylor brothers, Melanie ? and Jennifer ?. It was the perfect arrangement. The life guards would play during their off time. They rotated in and out of life guarding and bridge playing. Many of them came to the club on their off days. The person that had the dummy hand would take a quick swim to cool off and then come back for the next hand. I remember the year that I worked in the steel mill in Oakmont that I would not even go home when I was done at 4 o'clock. I would go to Chapel Gate to take my shower and get some swimming and bridge in before dinner. Often I would return after dinner for more of the same.


As you can see from the picture, Chapel Gate does not look all that different. The clubhouse is much bigger and tennis courts have been added where we used to play volleyball ( I remember that many times the 'old' men would play against us young guys and kick our butts consistently). The high diving board is gone and the entrance to the club is now almost totally hidden from Glen David Drive by trees. There is just one small stone pillar with a sign that says “Chapel Gate Swim Club”. Other than that, it looks pretty much the same. The club was not open at the time I took the picture so I could only get parking lot shots. Anyway, it brought back many fond memories.

Monday, August 10, 2009

There was a Thompson family reunion on Friday & Saturday, which automatically brings together a large number of GV folks. Tom (or Bob to some) & his wife Pam; Trish & her husband Ed & their son Chris with his wife Maru; Ellen & her husband Bill (both GVers) with their 4 children David, Rebekah, Ben (with his girlfriend Christina & their puppy Bella) & Alissa; Nancy & her husband Chuck; Flip (or Dan to some) & his wife Kelly with their sons Dan (whose new bride Alicia was on call & couldn't come), Matt & Michael. Check out my face book page for some pictures. Then Sunday morning, Shelley Fisher Chesley visited us briefly. Sadly, she's in Pittsburgh cause Jackie is in the hospital. We're hoping for good test results.

Thursday, July 30, 2009

Something funny happened at the museum...


On Wednesday morning, following our wonderful night in Greenwich Village (forgot to mention that that's where the dinner was), Michael and I went up to the Met. We are culture starved in Naples, and just had to get up there to see the Impressionists before heading back to Bristol. So as we are walking into an empty room--empty except for three guards--my phone goes off. My ring tone is "Born to Run" by Bruce, and the guards start laughing and singing along with it. You won't believe it, but it was Janice Anthony on the line--did she know about the mini-reunion? Don't know--I was too embarrassed to talk in the museum. So I will catch up with her. But the NEXT funny thing...
As we turned into one of the rooms, there was Pisarro's Parisian street scene. I am sure that the first time I ever saw this, it was a print hanging in the Rubys' dining room. I also remember that Joanne had Degas ballerina prints hanging in her room. But just as my Dad's aquarium made a lasting impression on Dan, that Pisarro has stuck in my mind. (Once again, the photo is at the top. Pretend it is here.)

Linda, Nancy, Walter and Wendy meet in NYC

Spouses at Dinner--Michael and Phil


Nancy and Linda at the Museum
Tania, Walter and Nancy at Dinner

(Disclaimer--didn't know how to get the photos in where I wanted them, so here they are at the top of the post. Sorry about that but, hey, this is pretty advanced for me!)

After much planning and e-mailing, Linda, Nancy, Wendy and Walter met in New York on July 28. We had a wonderful time, and I am so looking forward to catching up with the rest of the GVDers next summer, if not before--in Bristol, RI, Boston (only 60 miles away) or Naples, Florida. It was remarkable, but after 36 years with no contact, I felt completely at ease with Linda, Nancy and Walter, and we all seemed to feel we could talk about the good and the bad in the past. So, here's a blow-by-blow of the day, from my perspective. Walter has already posted a bit of info, and I'm sure Linda and Nancy will pipe in as well.
Nancy, Linda and I met at just after 1:00 at our hotel. I had run back upstairs because the doorman had assured me it was going to rain--but he was wrong, until we were on our way out of town--and so I came up unawares on the girls (yes, I guess that's the way I still think of us) as they were trying to find seats in the courtyard. We found a nice take-out deli where we piled up fresh salads for ourselves, then walked over to Central Park and found a comfortable seat on a bench in the shade and caught up on the last three and a half decades. Meagan and Peter, I'm sure your ears were burning, because we were talking about you.
We strolled on up to the Metropolitan Museum, on our way stopping at the Delacort Gate in the Zoo to see the animals dancing on the clock as it chimed 2:30. It occurred to me on the way that many of the kids from GVD are walkers--Linda, Nancy, Trish and I bet many of the others--and I can only guess that comes from all that walking we used to do all summer long. (Not to mention up to Giel's, whatever the season.) Of course we went in to the Met just to get something cool to drink--it was very hot in New York, and I even got a touch of sunburn--and e-mailed a photo to Meagan (see above, Linda and Nancy at the Met), who was wishing she could be with us. All of a sudden it was 4:30, and the cafeteria was closing around us, so back out on the streets and back to our respective hotel/apartment.
Dinner was next of the agenda, and that presented a bit more of a challenge, since spouses/significant others would be invited. Linda's husband Phil has met many of the gang over the years, and Walter's girlfriend Tania has been to Pittsburgh, I think. But Michael has had very little exposure to the GVD legends and mythology...plus, we were eating at a Middle Eastern restaurant. And here's the punch-line--we had a great time. The food was great, especially the bread and the baba ganoush (Meagan, what was the name of the restaurant in Pittsburgh--it wasn't Omar Kayyam's, was it?).
So poor Walter. First we quizzed him about his time in Israel, why his parents went, and why they returned to the U.S. I had always just assumed that Dr. Ruby was working on Israel's nuclear program, but Walter said it was a point of pride with his father that he had done only pure research, nothing applicable to weapons. Then we asked about Helga's escape from Germany and long journey to America. As I told Walter, I first heard parts of that story when I was four years old, and it has stayed with me my whole life. It is still a remarkable story, and he filled in some parts of it for me.

Walter was very intrigued by the successful Green Valley marriages, and Nancy explained how those relationships developed and flourished. There was lots of invoking of the Putze name, and lots of discussion about Bradys and Putzes, not to mention Ricky Richards, and who, exactly, on GVD would have spent a lot of time under the hood of the car. (I agree with Walter that that was probably the No. 1 area of interest for boys in Pittsburgh, but almost no one on the street engaged in that behavior--except Mr. Cummings, as we all agreed.)
We remembered the Kennedy assassination: Walter revived the memory for me of our idiotic principal, Mr Huber (that took a few minuted to rise to the surface), coming on the PA system and saying "This is the worst piece of news you will ever hear in your lives." Walter noted that his teacher, Mr. Bryson, thought that the announcement was going to be a nuclear attack. I recounted my mother's famous words--remember that Mrs. B. taught reading, and she had a break right before my reading class. She had been in the faculty lounge, had heard the news, and was late getting back to class. Naturally, we 7th graders were running around the room and acting up, and Mom burst into the room and said--as only she could--"Sit down and shut up, the President's been shot." Linda said her bus driver (the little kids had been sent home early) said exactly the same thing. Linda also remembered that she watched the Kennedy funeral over at the Rubys'.
At the other end of the table, Michael and Phil were having a great time. Not sure what they discussed all evening, though they dipped in and out of the conversation. (Michael was asking about the red pettipants story.) We have to have another meeting, because there are still topics we didn't get to...like Cuba. It turns out that Phil's mother is from Cuba, and my Mom lived in Cuba when she was a kid.
So, time for some pix. Walter sent one, and I've got some others. (They were supposed to go here. Ooops.)
I can't tell you how happy our time together made me. As some of you know, our Mom died in October and then Dad died two weeks ago, so this has been a sad year for us, and also a year with lots of memories. Although I will admit we discussed some of the bad memories as we strolled through the park, mostly we focused on the good times that we had, and that was a real balm to me. Hope it was as good for the others.


Wednesday, July 29, 2009

Hello from the GVDers in NYC

Photo from Wendy's iPhone July 28 in New York City

This email exchange between Wendy and Walter followed today:

Dear Wendy,

Thank you, too for everything. I liked Michael a great deal and enjoyed his accounts of Olde New York :). I was really moved by your amazing memory of so many Green Valley things; especially my mother and your interest in and compassion for her experiences fleeing the Nazis. That really means a lot to me. Our condolences on the recent loss of your mother, who was a powerful and dynamic woman who clearly contributed great values and a lot of drive to you, Peter and Meaghan. This reconnection that Linda started among all of us is really very special and I look forward to more reunions--whether with you and Michael or with the whole gang next July on GVD.

Best,

Walter

On Wed, Jul 29, 2009 at 2:06 PM, Wendy Needham wrote:
Dear Walter: thank you so much for dinner last night. It was great to see you again after, what, 45 years, and it was a pleasure to meet Tania. I'm sorry I didn't get to talk to her at greater length, but there was so much to catch up on. I hope she had a good time--I know that Michael did, despite his trepidation at being thrown in with the old neighborhood friends.
Looking forward to seeing you at the next reunion, whenever that may be!
All the best,
Wendy

Wendy B. Needham

Monday, July 20, 2009

Green Valley Gazette -July 2009

In our original gazette, we noted breaking news such as "Dan (Prezbylak) bought a rake" or "We regret that John Chesley has the mumps".

Fortyish years later, BIG things are still happening. To wit:

Ellen Little called Linda Seidel on her cell phone by accident this past Sunday. They both enjoyed her mistake and Bill Little yelled a "Hi Linda" too.

Mary Ellen Chesley and her family are moving in August to Maryland and a BBQ in their honor is being held at Susan Seidel's house. The guests attending include: Anthony Fisher and family, Linda and Phil, Shelley and John and family. Our Boston contigency will miss them! (This actually is BIG after 25 years in Boston)

Shelley Fisher and Linda kayaked last week in Truro and planned possible activities for the 2010 reunion. HaH! just wait 'till you hear what we cooked up!

Meagan and Linda enjoyed a very long phone conversation in late May.

Nancy, Walter, Wendy and Linda are currently choosing the restaurant in NYC for their mini reunion July 28.

John Chesley is sleeping at the Herman's apt this week in Boston.(While working at the Ropes and Gray Boston office)

The full Thompson clan is getting together in August for a reunion.

Saturday, May 30, 2009

Green Valley generations

In the past, Linda's husband Philip has bemoaned the lack of interest in sports among the Green Valley kids. When I pointed out Bill Little’s athleticism, Philip maintained that Bill developed his interest in sports before moving to Green Valley. Through our blog, I have seen that the older kids among us were interested in sports. While I don’t want to be sexist, it was true that girls’ sports teams were just beginning during my high school days -- at least in Hampton Township. It seems to me that the older kids' "generation" might have been more dominated by guys, with Trish and Wendy in the minority. My "generation" might have been more dominated by the girls who had seniority on the street before an influx of boys. At any rate, many of my memories of things my age group did together are strongly verbal. Turns out, as proven by the list of What to Do This Summer, even my girl-dominated group engaged in casual street sports. And Linda and I watched the Pirates and went with her father to celebrate the Pirates World Series victory (1971?).

It would be interesting to figure out names for the age groupings we had on the street, as a sort of sociological tool – or at least a less bulky way of talking about similarities and differences among our childhoods. Still waiting to hear how the generation that came after us experienced similar and different aspects of living on Green Valley.

I've also found it interesting to hear the perspective of people who bridged the various age groupings. For example, David was very involved with the older kids, but became friends with the next "generation."

Sunday, May 24, 2009

Inside view

When I (finally) had the opportunity to add my two bits to the mid-April Family census entry, I kept wanting to follow memories of the physical spaces we called home and the things we did there. For example, we had a freezer in our basement (where my tongue got stuck when I licked the enticing ice crystals). Some man came down the street selling freezers along with a promise to fill them with meat for some unbelievably long period of time. It was a scam, although the lamb chops were good while they lasted and I just got rid of my parents’ freezer (still working) a few years ago. I've been trying to remember whether any of the rest of you had freezers like ours in your basements. Were we the only ones to fall for the scam or was it a five-kids-with-huge-appetites thing?

I ransacked my dusty mental files for images of our old homes. I hope the rest of you will correct and fill in my sketchy memories.

1. Hall/Thompson: I remember a kidney-shaped dressing table in my sisters’ bedroom, which I associate with playing Quaker school. By the way, someone mentioned our beagle (Frisky?). We also had a long-time terrier named George, which provided endless fodder for teasing by our teachers, "You have a brother named Flip and a dog named George? Our animals had their own Christmas stockings, made of red felt just like ours.

I also remember playing hotel -- posting numbers on all the bedroom doors, and opening our front door and coat closet door to 45° angles to form an "elevator."

I remember Linda and I cutting orange footprints from construction paper and taping them up and down my walls to decorate my chocolate brown and hot pink bedroom.

I remember us girls sitting in that bedroom (Ellen’s and mine at that time?) comparing schedules after the opening day of high school.

Probably my favorite part of our home was the cherry tree in the backyard. In the spring, I looked up through my orange café curtains to see white blossoms against the blue sky.

I also remember sleep-outs in our backyard. I accompanied my parents when they shopped for a caboose, hoping to put it in our camping spot in our backyard, as a guesthouse.

In the woods behind our house was the Fallen Tree. I remember Tom standing there, with surprising patience, coaxing Lynne, Diane (Joseph twins from Farm View), and me to jump from it.

2. Landig/Shug/Bradley: I can’t remember ever being in their house, although I did once see a yellow warbler in a tree in their yard.

5. Burton/Aruffo/Chesley: I remember watching family movies there. I also remember several of us working with the Chesley kids and their dad to dust the house once.

6. Ruby/Mattox: I remember being in the living room while Mr. Mattox was giving a youth group talk, and rudely giggling throughout his message.

9. Beale: I remember the delight of walking into the Beale’s home, from the door along the driveway. It was a refreshingly cool room after being outside in the summer heat. I remember it as being lined with books (but may have it confused with our lower-level room). I remember playing Risk in the living room and wonderful fragrances from Meagan’s baking. It seems there are foods I associate with the houses where I spent the most time. Here, it is peanut butter cookies with chocolate kisses in the center.

10. Seidel: I remember the Spritz cookies kept in tins in the garage, lazing in the hammock reading Archie comic books, and playing ping-pong in the basement (seems to me Ellen and David had a score of 18-12 and tried to remember the name of the war that occurred during that year – could be a trick of my memory because I'm sure they're much too smart for that). I also remember playing Match game, some Barbie board game, and a car game in which we led magnetic cars along roads by using rods with magnets on the end.

I remember the Laura Ingalls Wilder and Frances Hodgson Burnett books on shelves in the bedroom (books I was too much of a tomboy to read until I read them to my sons). It seems to me that the furniture with the shelves once ran through the middle of the room to divide Linda's and Susan's halves.

The foods I associate with this house are post-Thanksgiving cranberry ice, candy cane cookies, and the cut-out cookies we decorated (before baking, unlike my family’s cookies, which were iced and decorated after baking).

11. Fisher: I remember Shelley’s bookshelf (board and brick?) With interesting knickknacks: a painted wooden horse (that looks Swedish in my foggy memory) and angel chimes. I remember an entire dresser in the bathroom filled with brushes, combs, and hair accessories. I remember aspirin for children (St. Joseph's?) in some flavor I thought was delicious, kept in the medicine cabinet. I remember the hall closet with apricot brandy and a can full of money. I remember candles in the parents’ bedroom (and strings of beads?). I remember Anthony's first prize winning artwork on display near the aquarium. I remember the cello in the den. I remember taking turns standing on the picnic table to give impromptu speeches on topics shouted out by the audience. We were way ahead of our time. I remember sneaking in the pool one time when the parents were not home, putting our towels in the dryer so we wouldn't get caught, and getting caught anyhow.

I remember Alan squeezing tomatoes in the kitchen and teaching me how to de-vein shrimp. I also remember him out front, in his bathrobe, hosing a tree (which I remember as an apricot but I think someone has already corrected my misremembering -- in my fuzzy memory -- he was trying to protect it from frost). I remember the birch or birches. I remember Tally (otherwise known as Comment allez vous?)

I remember Jackie's birthday party (39th? 40th?) with little clay pots we made and filled with tiny straw flowers for guest favors. Guests drew pictures that we taped on the walls lining the stairways. We filled the pool with balloons which popped because the hot sun heated the air within them. I remember the long-needled Christmas tree covered with white lights, and the baby pines that lined the driveway (where we once found a baby rabbit).

The foods I associate with this home are NanNan cookies, mice (pie dough dotted with butter and sprinkled with cinnamon sugar, then rolled and baked), lemon squares, cinnamon-flavored hard candies kept in little candy dishes, and the gourmet Noodles and Hunt sauce. There is also a phase when Jackie made us all omelettes. Coke, of course.

Oh, yes, I remember the garage. And the very cool hamper at the bottom of the laundry chute, which looked like a cage or cell.

12. Richards: I was inside the Richards’ home on Halloween, but all I can remember is the Grandmother (having already written about her in the Family Census, I won’t repeat that here).

15. Putzie/Little: All I can remember about this house is the chairs on the front porch and flashing lights from my bedroom window to let Bill know when I had arrived safely home (then he would flash the lights from his room back to me).

16. Ambill/Przybylek/Killen: Even though I spent a lot of time babysitting the Przybylek kids and cleaning the Killen’s house, I remember almost nothing about this split level (except that the Killen’s had gorgeous, old, heavy furniture).

17. Moore: I remember playing with Rich (whom we called Richie then) on their swingset. He had this beautiful brown powder in a jar. He told me it was cocoa, so I ate some. It was dirt, which I spit out on the ground by the swingset, to the amusement of his watching siblings.

By the way, through my class reunion listing, I got the surface mail address for Rich Moore. I sent him a postcard asking him and his siblings to get on the blog.

I remember the day the Walters moved in. My mother thought they were so organized because she saw the painting on the mantle. Annie had just stuck it there, not knowing what else to do with it. Seems to me it was a country scene -- maybe a red barn or covered bridge. As I remember it, my first view of color television was in the Walter’s living room where we watched The Wizard Of Oz.

I remember my family having dinner at the Walters. When Doug and I went down to his room after dinner, Shelley and John were waiting for us. They had sneaked in through the garage.

Monday, May 18, 2009

Snyder family at Hartwood


Jesse (27), Noah (29), AJ (21), Joel (24)

Snyder sons at the wedding of Flip and Kelly's oldest son Dan.
Finally, a daughter: Jesse's wife Sani

The day after Dan and Alicia's wedding, our family walked at Hartwood:



At the mansion, I told our kids how Shelley and I knocked on
this door to ask for a cup of water and glimpsed the inside:



Here, I told our kids how we sneaked down this hall...
...and opened this door to see a man sitting in a chair reading the paper.

Above our sons, is the sliding door we escaped through
when Brownie caught us snooping in the stables.

(If you are wondering where Sani is, she is the family's ace photographer.)

AJ found a friend.