Friday, March 28, 2014

Band, multi-dexterous; Elephant one minute old; Throw a nickel on the drum; At broadway and East

Hear the German band

Thanks to Jim Billings
WHS class of 1954

Rec'd from Mary Zeitlow S.
WHS class of 1954
and dedicated to Ben

Nickell Bldg. Finial
as seen from window by elevator
3rd floor Putney Odd Fellows
shot through a window screen
hence confused focus by the digital cam
I'm still learning this camera


Nickell bldg = nickel = put a nickel on the drum and you'll be saved
= What's My Line clip


Another view of the Nickell Building, center -
3-27-14, as we exit Mia's Pizza
which we've judged the best pizza in town.

The road construction heavy machinery is put to bed 
in the middle of the intersection, wreaking temporary havoc
for the businesses comprising Scrima's Corners.

There's an election for mayor coming up next Tuesday.
Note the symbolic shattered tree branch
pronouncing a benediction over the Steaming Cup.

Who will be the happy boys and girls after Tuesday?
Who will come, who will go?

Please vote Tuesday Apr. 1st



Post-card to Lee 
at Harlem Village Academies
where he teaches kindergarten
back of card -

Lee tempts Mona the Cat in the top level
of the duct-taped cardboard boxed and frozen 
juice-canned kitty condo;
 tempts her with a blue sponge.
She slaps at it peeking over the top flaps.

(The books actually are resting on the upright piano.)

Lee today.
His imagination
natural and
pays dividends.


Chambered Nautilus

Theme Pediment
being erected at Boston multi-purpose Episcopal Church
designed by this selected artist:

The Chambered Nautilus

This is the ship of pearl, which, poets feign,
   Sails the unshadowed main,—
   The venturous bark that flings
On the sweet summer wind its purpled wings
In gulfs enchanted, where the Siren sings,
   And coral reefs lie bare,
Where the cold sea-maids rise to sun their streaming hair.

Its webs of living gauze no more unfurl;
   Wrecked is the ship of pearl!
   And every chambered cell,
Where its dim dreaming life was wont to dwell,
As the frail tenant shaped his growing shell,
   Before thee lies revealed,—
Its irised ceiling rent, its sunless crypt unsealed!

Year after year beheld the silent toil
   That spread his lustrous coil;
   Still, as the spiral grew,
He left the past year’s dwelling for the new,
Stole with soft step its shining archway through,
   Built up its idle door,
Stretched in his last-found home, and knew the old no more.

Thanks for the heavenly message brought by thee,
   Child of the wandering sea,
   Cast from her lap, forlorn!
From thy dead lips a clearer note is born
Than ever Triton blew from wreath├Ęd horn!
   While on mine ear it rings,
Through the deep caves of thought I hear a voice that sings:—

Build thee more stately mansions, O my soul,
   As the swift seasons roll!
   Leave thy low-vaulted past!
Let each new temple, nobler than the last,
Shut thee from heaven with a dome more vast,
   Till thou at length art free,
Leaving thine outgrown shell by life’s unresting sea!


1st Congregational UCC

takes in several new members - 3-23-14
under pastorate of Rev. Brittany Barber
(center of photo in the white robe)

celebrates after service last Sunday in the fellowship hall
and officially welcomes the sworn-in newcomers 

Picture taken from 2nd floor balcony
where the Sunday School rooms used to be
when this editor became a member in the 1940s

Below squib taken from a 1988 church booklet
when the church was only 150 years old.
We passed the 175 year anniversary in 2013.

Growth, thanks to new blood, continues!

read the rest in comfort and leisure in the church library.

Next event is the annual pancake supper:

Bruce, longtime member, mixes batter.
Behind him, Bill, eons-long member
waits for Bruce's fresh batter.
Note cardboard duct-taped to the floor
for easier clean-up.
All bases covered because we've been doing this
for a long time.