Showing posts with label New York. Show all posts
Showing posts with label New York. Show all posts
October 5, 2016
October 4, 2016
"[M]any complaints have been received from patrons of the concerts who are annoyed by knitting during performances[.]"
Put down the needles.
I have knitted through games at Wrigley Field (that sparked an argument with my companion), and I've also knitted during an evening performance of a play (yawn) at an outdoor theater.
I have knitted through games at Wrigley Field (that sparked an argument with my companion), and I've also knitted during an evening performance of a play (yawn) at an outdoor theater.
May 29, 2016
Grab a Book: Sunday-at-the-Park Edition
Brooklyn, New York, June 1950. Yes, the focus is bad (there's only so much software will do); but there's that hairstyle again.
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May 25, 2016
May 17, 2016
Permitted
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Brooklyn, New York, 1949 to 1952. Here's the ID card my paternal Grandmother Tatjana used when she traveled between Toronto and New York.
November 19, 2015
Resettled
Brooklyn, New York, about 1954. This is the photo my paternal Grandmother, Tatjana, used for her first American passport.
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Immigrants,
Lithuania,
melancholy eyes,
New York,
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Tatjana,
Travel
November 6, 2015
"A Lady Physician of Medicine"
Brooklyn, New York, 1952. I described earlier—here and here—how some doubted Mom's medical training. Mom hired a lawyer to expedite receipt of her medical-school paperwork. Here's the transcript the university supplied when Mom applied for an Illinois license.
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Erlangen,
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work,
Wyckoff
September 19, 2015
A Closer Look (Part 50)
Brooklyn, New York, August 1952. My Mom and my Dad's cousin take a lunch break.
During this time, Mom was an intern at Wyckoff Heights Hospital. In the early 1950s, there were no EMTs. Instead, interns rode the ambulance runs. Mom made many emergency trips throughout New York City. A number of those emergencies were deliveries. It was policy to discourage delivery in the ambulance. Physicians were to determine whether the expectant mother could be transported safely to the hospital. Mom, who still spoke little English, remembers many trips during which she spent most of the ride yelling, "Mama! No Push!!" Mom once decided labor was too far along for the mother to make it to the hospital, so she delivered the baby in an apartment bathroom. A story about that event made it into the newspaper.
Here's the original post.
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A Closer Look,
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Janka,
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professions,
Wyckoff
July 29, 2015
Novelty
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blending in,
culture,
Dad,
facial expression,
fashion,
Food,
New York,
restaurants
July 5, 2015
Reconnected
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art,
Brooklyn,
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Dad,
decorating,
eye glasses,
fruit,
hairstyles,
Janka,
Lelija,
Mom,
New York,
self-timer,
Smoking
June 3, 2015
May 22, 2015
"Ticket Nunsense"
The President of my high school encounters a vanity-plate problem.
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2015,
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Chicago Tribune,
Dominicans,
driving,
high school,
Illinois,
New York,
News,
nuns,
River Forest,
Trinity,
Wisconsin
April 8, 2015
A Fancy Table
New York, New York, 1952. We don't know what occasion prompted this outing, but it might have been work related. Dad didn't like Chinese food, but he enjoyed the company at this meal.
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March 23, 2015
Picnic Candid
Brooklyn, New York, June 27, 1950. Mom's sporting the "horns" hairstyle; she even may be wearing a hair net.
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March 20, 2015
March 18, 2015
February 20, 2015
Newlyweds
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customs,
decorating,
entertaining,
fashion,
flowers,
Jake,
New York,
wedding
February 19, 2015
Not Frozen
Niagara Falls, New York, July 1963. This weeks' temperatures caused Niagara Falls to freeze. Hey! A high of 16 degrees isn't that cold. It's two degrees here in Dane County, now, at midday.
February 8, 2015
January 22, 2015
Midsentence
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