January 22, 2019

THE MUSIC MAN

           
I need to do this image over.  Nothing seems to be in focus…was the original?  There’s too much contrast, but it’s too much of a charming yet powerful photo to let go.  Look at the adoration on the little boy’s face.  I scanned two photographs in this series, and I know there is one more picture out there somewhere.  I think I gave it to the youngest daughter.

Jack made a wonderful “Music Man” as he did as the lead in “Kiss Me Kate.”  He went from the Army via TV to Broadway.  There, as the lead in “Royal Hunt of the Sun,” he reached fame.  He became an American icon in “Kung Foo.”

You can read more about him on this Jack link.
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  • Himself:  Was grateful it was a slow holiday at work.  He has no voice.
  • Myself:  Groceries, nap, went through sewing stuff, dinner, et al, then during the night, I felt the cold creeping up on me.  This morning I woke with a full blown cold.
  • Photos: Paul Adams Hawkins.
  • Reading:  ”Rejection,” Thomas K Mathews.
  • Gratitude’s:  That it was a very good day except for the cold.  LOL.




January 21, 2019

AN AFTER GARAGE




We actually spent a day and a half in our garage braving the dust and assorted mold spores to create less chaos.  It worked.  It’s absolutely exhilarating to walk into a space and know exactly where things are. 

There are three metal baskets yet to be sorted.  I like that word sorted.

I had been looking for the nail pot for ages.  It surfaced far away from its home.  I had been wanting my few fabric containers together…now they are.  I had been hoping for one shelf of foods.  We have that too.

This morning George woke with a common cold.  Nothing exhilarating about that.  Instead of heading to the pool, I stuck around to keep him company.  It’s a far, far better excuse that not wanting to swim in 48F degree chill…8.888C.  I read all the advice columns, I read some of the Washington Post feeling very emotional about the articles, and now I will go grocery shopping designing the meals for my simplistic cooking techniques.
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  • Himself:  Today working.  Planned three days off to work on his box, and celebrate his birthday.  He will be nursing a cold instead.  It
  • Myself:  So praying that I do not get his cold.
  • Reading:  A new to me author.  Picked up the exact copy of “A little Princess” that my mother used to read to me.
  • Gratitude’s:  George.



January 20, 2019

ANOTHER GARAGE




We were good folks yesterday.  We folded and addressed stuff for the Spring Roundup most of the morning.  There was a quick stop at the library sale to grab a childhood favorite book.  All those special books of mine vanished in the Garrison House fire.  There was a quick breakfast, and we came home to tackle to disaster that we call our garage.  We still could get two vehicles into the space, we just couldn't find a thing.

We got rid of the dining room table and 8 chairs.  We got rid of the rolling rack that held my sewing things.  We got rid of that pretty drawing board that wouldn’t stay together at all.  We got rid of a whole truck full of stuff, and we stopped by Home Depot and bought a fourth metal rack.  Today we organize.

After dinner we watched two episodes of “The Life Changing Magic of Tidying Up.”

Yes, we are laughing at ourselves.

January 18, 2019

BEFORE AND AFTER



Before.


After.
           
All of us OCD folks are pulling out hair out where I work.  So many donations have arrived that we ended up just putting them anywhere they would fit.  For two days I worked in the Children’s aisle, and the shelves are so jam-packed, and overfilled there’s no room for one more book.  One volunteer told me that there are still six more boxes of children’s books in the little storage shed we have. 

The big sale is the weekend:  If you live near University Heights, the sale is downstairs and in back of the University Heights Library.  I have so many art and architecture books that I too cannot squeeze one more in my allotted space.  Come help and take books home.  LOL

Kay took up the gauntlet on Paul’s photo with the black X.  We have been trading techniques on that X for several days now.  It’s done.  Finished.  I also couldn’t quite get one of Fred’s hands right, but as Duck used to say, “It will have to doo00ooo!”

And too, I wasted literal hours yesterday looking for that small drawing of me sitting in the basket chair.  Hours.  I looked at the facebook storage, all the photos I owned, and all on my blog for the last few years.  I had the photo Paul took, but I wanted to compare it to the drawing.  This morning, I opened up the small blog photos on this hard drive.  There it was filed under mage…much smaller, but there.  I am really happy about this.  
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  • Himself:  Wants a nap.  Work and meeting tonight and tomorrow too…folding stuff for the convention.
  • Myself:  We are cleaning out the garage this weekend despite the chill or the rain.  Today, Figure out dinner from leftovers and play housewife.
  • Reading:  Finding a ship…about the problems of American merchantmen attempting to get jobs and work at sea.  I’ll scan photos as long as the sun is out.
  • Gratitude’s:  Especially Kay and finding the picture.



January 16, 2019

CROSSED OUT


Photographer: PAH.  Image from a contact sheet.  1967.

           
I’m inching my way though this shot taking out the big black X.  Probably no work on it today as I just deleted a batch of photos from my Imgur account by accident.    But it’s coming along. 
Left to Right: Bobbie, Margot with the curls, Fred...a sailor Bobbie brought home, Milaka, me, and Uncle Wonder Ray.

There’s been quite a discussion on this shot in Facebook.  I asked everyone what year it was.  I even got a phone call from Bobbie.  “That’s not me,” she told me.  I laughed at her.  “I remember the dress,” I said.  It was pink and orange.

·        Milaka  Oh Bobbie!
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Milaka  Where did you find this one?

o      Katy  I brought it down to San Diego with me...on a contact sheet of photos PAH did of me in 1967 I believe.....
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Milaka  I am loving all these. I remember him I'm the dark room
These are awesome photos from the past. Thank you for sharing!
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·        Eileen  Clearly there was a professional in the family to mark up rejects.
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Maggie  Yes, he was a professional photographer.
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Milaka  Maybe east lane house? Just guessing.
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Katy  no...Louden Lane
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Pam  1960
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Milaka  Can’t be. I was born in 64.
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Maggie   I didn't meet Bobbie till 66
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Margaret  That is the same chair that you were sitting in for that picture that you did a self portrait out of
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Milaka  I remember the chair.

Margaret  Milaka Hawkins you have not called me 
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Maggie  Yes,
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Milaka  You were obviously picking something out of my foot. Must have epic photos as every one interested. Well except Bobbie she looks hot.
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Maggie Bailey Look, they are being a band.....1967 1968?
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Katy  my guess is 1967...based on when I met you all at Southwestern JC...

...and 1967 it was.

January 15, 2019

VENTILATORS


           
Photo: Paul Adams Hawkins. 
Subject:  Victory ships vents, or scoops.  The ships were dismantled in Long Beach in the 60's..
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  • Himself:  Made bread instead of going to the gym.  Working hard all day.  Making boxes tonight.
  • Myself:  Spent the center of my day unloading boxes.  Lots of good biographies and hundreds of not so great novels.  And endless procession of kiddie lit too.  No where to put it all in the end.  I had given his final print of this to Laka, and I really missed it.
  • Reading:  Still Hansen.
  • Gratitude’s:  To be able to see and play with all of those books.



January 14, 2019

BITS, ORTS, FRAGMENTS, AND GRANULES



Photo: Paul Adams Hawkins.
           
·       Margot gave me a chance to scan some of Paul’s photographs.  She brought them home from his Arizona house after his death.  Some I remember, and other’s like this one never stuck in my memory.
·       Good crowd in the pool this morning.  The wind felt like ice knives as I got out.  The hot tub felt like heaven later.
·       My house moccasins now have new, Dr. Scholls, double air-pillo inserts….speaking of heaven.
·       Laundry almost done, half the dishes done, and groceries purchased.  $58.00 bucks for two is cheaper than eating out every other night.  Mac and cheese with sausages.  Swiss steak with salad one night and beef tacos another night.  Costco meatballs over pasta in red sauce.  Breakfast and lunches too.
·       Focus: Drinking lots of water.
·       The quilt is out and ready for its final crows.   I’m reaching for my energy.
·       Himself:Working on/with wrecks.  Still has a sense of humor despite one shop fixing and releasing a total loss.
Myself:  Dozing here and there.

·       The doctor asked both G and I, “What changed”  It’s taken me a couple of days, but my beautiful printing as gone as I can track through my old and new recipe books.
·       Reading:  Joseph Hansen, “The Man Everybody was Afraid Of.”

<B>THE MUSIC MAN</B>

            I need to do this image over.   Nothing seems to be in focus…was the original?   There’s too much contrast, but it’s too...