Showing posts with label 1985. Show all posts
Showing posts with label 1985. Show all posts
October 21, 2016
October 17, 2016
October 15, 2016
October 10, 2016
Autumn-Drive Reunion
Labels:
1985,
autumn,
Door County,
driving,
Lake Michigan,
seasons,
trees,
Wisconsin
October 8, 2016
October 7, 2016
August 24, 2016
Reminisce
Labels:
1985,
Door County,
friendship,
Godmother,
Mom,
reading,
Summer,
trees,
Vacation,
Wisconsin
July 19, 2015
February 17, 2014
A Happy Visit
Great Neck, New York, 1985. I visit family while I'm at a professional convention. The woman on the left is one of my Dad's older cousins, and the woman on the right is her mother Victoria—the sister of my paternal Grandfather, Vytautas.
July 27, 2013
Related by Marriage: Hurricane Gloria, in Three Takes
Mr. Irene leased a house in the early 1980s near Long Island
Sound in suburban New Haven. He lived there with some fellow graduate students
from the Biology Department. The house, built in 1918, stood directly on the
beachfront. It served as overflow lodging for a tennis and beach resort just a
quarter-mile away. The resort, established in 1867, still
operates today.
Hurricane Gloria, a meandering storm that crawled up the East Coast for several weeks, made landfall for the third and final time along theConnecticut
coast on September 28, 1985. It was the worst hurricane Connecticut had seen in thirty years: its
ferocity at landfall was
a bit of a surprise. Computer modeling technology then was not what
it is now.
When the hurricane hit, Mr. Irene had just taken off on a flight out ofHartford
airport bound for Chicago .
He was returning to attend a friend’s wedding, and his flight was one of the
last cleared to leave before Gloria’s landfall.
Here is how the shoreline looked at impact, just two miles from Mr. Irene’sConnecticut
home.
Branford,Connecticut ,
October, 1985. Mr. Irene arrived home to find that the wooden, screened-in
porch had taken the brunt of Hurricane Gloria’s force.
Branford,Connecticut ,
October, 1985. "Tomo," a gentle German Shepard and Collie mix, served as mascot
to the graduate-student household. She lived in fear of the simplest
thunderstorms, and she was relieved when the hurricane ended.
Branford,Connecticut ,
Spring, 2013. The house, today.
Hurricane Gloria, a meandering storm that crawled up the East Coast for several weeks, made landfall for the third and final time along the
When the hurricane hit, Mr. Irene had just taken off on a flight out of
Here is how the shoreline looked at impact, just two miles from Mr. Irene’s
Branford,
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Branford,
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Branford,
July 8, 2013
This dog used to smile.
Labels:
1985,
animals,
Dogs,
facial expression,
Meškė,
Pets,
photography,
Poodles,
Rec Room,
Suburban Chicago
May 28, 2013
The Rec Room, in Three Takes
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Suburban Chicago, 1985. Dad's monkey photographs and the mountain goat head used to creep out my childhood friends.
Labels:
1985,
animals,
childhood,
crochet,
goats,
home,
house,
knitting,
Meškė,
modern life,
monkeys,
needlepoint,
Pets,
Poodles,
Rec Room,
Suburban Chicago,
tchotchkes,
television,
three takes
May 23, 2013
Italy's Little Tyrol
Near Cortina d'Ampezzo, September 1985. If you didn't hear the Italian language spoken here, you'd think you were in Austria.
May 13, 2013
Ski Jump
Cortina d'Ampezzo, Italy, September 1985. Skiers at the 1956 Olympics introduced a new jumping technique that changed how athletes competed in the sport.
Here's an historical clip:
Labels:
1956,
1985,
Cortina d'Ampezzo,
Graduate School,
history,
Irene,
Italy,
Olympics,
skiing,
sports,
You Tube
April 29, 2013
Facciamo la pasta in casa.
"Let's make pasta at home."
Suburban Chicago, April 1985. When I returned to the States after living in Italy, I tried to reproduce some of the dishes we had made in Venice. In the 1980s, the "authentic" Italian food craze was just taking off in this country, and many of my favorite foods—gnocchi, risotto, and tiramisù—were not yet available here. Few people had heard of "Parmigiano Reggiano," and I could buy that only at swank delicatessens. It also was impossible to find ready-made pasta for lasagna. My Dad found the process of making pasta at home amusing.
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Suburban Chicago, April 1985. When I returned to the States after living in Italy, I tried to reproduce some of the dishes we had made in Venice. In the 1980s, the "authentic" Italian food craze was just taking off in this country, and many of my favorite foods—gnocchi, risotto, and tiramisù—were not yet available here. Few people had heard of "Parmigiano Reggiano," and I could buy that only at swank delicatessens. It also was impossible to find ready-made pasta for lasagna. My Dad found the process of making pasta at home amusing.
April 28, 2013
Bistro Supper
Cortina d'Ampezzo, Italy, September 1985. We pull up as dusk arrives. The mountains cast a blue shade on the village.
April 27, 2013
April 16, 2013
Laundry Day
Labels:
1985,
animals,
Dogs,
home,
house,
laundry,
living room,
Master Bedroom,
Meškė,
Pets,
Poodles,
Suburban Chicago
January 29, 2013
December 1, 2012
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