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Dec 27, 2012
Dec 12, 2012
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Carpe Diem
Today is a very important day.
Not only is it the last day of this century for repeating numbers for day-month-year,
but it also is the day on which the
Robin Relief Fund
is raising funds for the victims of
Super Storm Sandy
with a concert at MSG.
Please remember those in need as they continue to rebuild their lives after this devastating storm.
Carpe Diem!
Tis the Season!
Remember the Reason!
Dec 10, 2012
Coastal Christmas
Themed Christmas trees may be either chic or shocking.
I have two quotes to consider regarding this decorating conundrum.
They are both from the one and only Coco Chanel.
Her first quote is
"Less is always more."
The second quote is
"Before you leave the house, look in the mirror and remove one accessory."
So, regarding the trimmed Christmas tree, should one keep it less rather than more?
Should one remove several tree 'accessories' before the big 'reveal?'
I decorated the above tree in an obvious coastal theme.
Starfish, shells, pearl garland and faux coral adorn the tree. Raffia was draped as pseudo seaweed and sparkling lights illuminated the underwater replication.
To complete the effect, I strategically placed the tree in front of a seaside poster.
I like the result; especially since it was decorated in my niece's condo 'down the (Jersey) shore' several years ago.
Do you think that Coco would have taken off one of the pearl strands . . . um, I mean garland?
It doesn't really matter what Coco would think. My coastal Christmas tree delivers the message of the Seaside Season.
At this difficult time for so many still suffering from Super Storm Sandy
I hope that my attempt at a Coastal Christmas respite may bring a smile for those in need of a little Christmas spirit.
Let's all remember to not forget those who still need our help.
I have two quotes to consider regarding this decorating conundrum.
They are both from the one and only Coco Chanel.
Her first quote is
"Less is always more."
The second quote is
"Before you leave the house, look in the mirror and remove one accessory."
So, regarding the trimmed Christmas tree, should one keep it less rather than more?
Should one remove several tree 'accessories' before the big 'reveal?'
I decorated the above tree in an obvious coastal theme.
Starfish, shells, pearl garland and faux coral adorn the tree. Raffia was draped as pseudo seaweed and sparkling lights illuminated the underwater replication.
To complete the effect, I strategically placed the tree in front of a seaside poster.
I like the result; especially since it was decorated in my niece's condo 'down the (Jersey) shore' several years ago.
Do you think that Coco would have taken off one of the pearl strands . . . um, I mean garland?
It doesn't really matter what Coco would think. My coastal Christmas tree delivers the message of the Seaside Season.
At this difficult time for so many still suffering from Super Storm Sandy
I hope that my attempt at a Coastal Christmas respite may bring a smile for those in need of a little Christmas spirit.
Let's all remember to not forget those who still need our help.
Dec 5, 2012
The Feast of Saint Nicholas
Tonight, December 5, is
St. Nicholas Eve
as tomorrow is
the Feast of St. Nicholas!
My husband grew up in the Rhineland, Germany. For him this was the night that he and his brother, together with all German children, put their shoes at their bedroom door, in hopes that St. Nicholas would fill them with treats and goodies during the night while they slept.
If they were not well behaved, then they would find coal in their respective shoes in the morning.
Does this story sound familiar?
Well, it is, of course, because our Santa and Germany's St. Nicholas are one and the same. . . with American modifications, of course!
When our sons were young, we continued the German tradition. They placed their shoes at their bedroom door on this very night. I might add that they selected the biggest shoes that they owned.
Occasionally, they would find licorice in their shoes (our version of coal.) But there were always goodies also, so that no eyes would be brimming with tears in the morning.
We kept the treats simple. Seasonal fruits, German holiday candies and a small toy. Our sons called this celebration 'Little Christmas' and they said that it was their warmup for the arrival of you-know-who later this month.
Now our boys are young adults and we have no small shoes to fill with goodies tonight. The memories will have to do.
I am very grateful, however, that I have had the wonderful opportunity to share with our children the holiday customs of their Dad's homeland.
Seems fitting to wish everyone a
'Frohliche Weihnachten!'
Dec 1, 2012
Christmas
at the
Jersey Shore
I have spent only one Christmas at the Jersey Shore.
We had just sold our home in Northern Jersey and were preparing to start our new life in California. Wanting one last holiday season in New Jersey before we would embark on our next chapter, the perfect present came our way.
My niece offered for us to spend our final New Jersey Christmas at her beach front condo. It took only seconds to think it over and 'down the shore' we headed.
Sweet memories of that special Christmas are with me always. And now I have been given a new memory regarding the beautiful Jersey Shore. This one is bittersweet, but one that I wish to share in the Spirit of the Season.
I have spent only one Christmas at the Jersey Shore.
We had just sold our home in Northern Jersey and were preparing to start our new life in California. Wanting one last holiday season in New Jersey before we would embark on our next chapter, the perfect present came our way.
My niece offered for us to spend our final New Jersey Christmas at her beach front condo. It took only seconds to think it over and 'down the shore' we headed.
Sweet memories of that special Christmas are with me always. And now I have been given a new memory regarding the beautiful Jersey Shore. This one is bittersweet, but one that I wish to share in the Spirit of the Season.
I was making calls to raise funds for a non-profit animal rescue organization yesterday.
Super Storm Sandy's devastation has ravaged New Jersey and New York. Thousands of people and also their pets are still trying to put their lives back together.
My calls are computerized randomly; I never know with whom I will be speaking or where they will be from until the call comes through.
Yesterday afternoon I spoke with a man who lived at the Jersey Shore. As soon as I saw the address appear on my screen, I hesitated to speak as I knew that this community had been so terribly hit by the super storm.
My donor was very gracious. He was a true lover of animals and shared with me his own work to aid local cats.
I asked him how badly he was affected by the horrific storm and he replied,
"The ocean took my home".
The ocean took his home.
How do you respectfully reply to that revelation? Dare anyone ask for help for the animals from someone who no longer has a home to go along with an address?
I profusely offered my sympathy for his loss and he then exceeded all expectations.
"Okay, let's get this done. Let me give you a monthly contribution for the animals. They really need it".
And so, for me, I have received an early Christmas present. I once again have been reminded what makes people from New Jersey the individuals that they are. Some may say that it's the Spirit of the Season, but I venture to say that it is the Spirit of New Jersey.
I will no longer have Christmas at the Jersey Shore to celebrate and perhaps neither will my very giving donor.
But the Spirit of the Season and the Spirit of the Jerseyan will not be lost upon either one of us anytime soon.
I will no longer have Christmas at the Jersey Shore to celebrate and perhaps neither will my very giving donor.
But the Spirit of the Season and the Spirit of the Jerseyan will not be lost upon either one of us anytime soon.
Nov 22, 2012
Giving thanks
Gatherings are taking place throughout our land today to celebrate Thanksgiving.
We are so blessed to live in this country.
I remember attending a dinner party in Paris years past. Throughout the entire evening my Parisian dinner partners detailed for me all that is wrong with the U.S. and its inhabitants. Quietly, a charming gentleman leaned over to me and with a twinkle in his eye said, "Don't take what we say too seriously. We would all give our right arm to carry an American passport."
That moment is with me today.
Such blessings for living in America. Nothing is perfect, but I would venture to say that we come as close as possible and the world knows that.
My wish is that one day soon everyone may have peace of mind and heart and that the joy of this special day is truly for everyone. I think that may be achieved by all of us first trying to give back and then we may certainly give thanks.
Happy Thanksgiving!
Nov 6, 2012
Time to Vote!
These past months have been quite a ride.
I have worked many hours this past year for the
Obama for America Campaign,
Obama Victory Fund,
Democratic National Committee and
Democratic Congressional Campaign Committee.
I have spoken with many individuals, reaching out to them, reminding each one what is at stake on our journey to this historic election.
People have shared with me their pain, their frustration and their discontent. But what they have shared with me more than all else is their hope for the future of this great country and their pride and conviction that President Obama has accomplished many great things in spite of so many efforts to undermine his goals and achievements.
I received my lessons in Democratic Party essentials at my father's knee. All that I know and believe began at a very young age. Now, so many years later, I hold even stronger conviction of my Democratic beliefs with so many stories having been shared with me by fellow Americans.
Today we vote!
Such an American tenet of our democracy.
May all the work that I and my fellow democrats have extolled reap reward today.
Sep 16, 2012
Jersey Tomatoes
Living in Southern California affords me the abundance and availability of every veggie and fruit imaginable. Our Farmers' Markets are exceptional and we are fortunate to be able to visit them on a weekly schedule throughout the year.
One item that is missing from this Californian cornucopia is the Jersey Tomato. I have searched for years to experience a tomato that is reminiscent of those grown in NJ. Alas, none are to be found. That is not to imply that we do not have tomatoes aplenty. We do. They simply do not taste remotely like a Jersey 'tom-tom' as my father called them.
Daddy would harvest his annual crop in late summer when they were still green. He would then carefully wrap each one in newspaper and store them in the cool and darkened basement in a farmer's bushel basket. Each evening when he came home from work he would go to the basement, select several of his prized 'tommies' (another favorite name which he gave them), bring them up to the kitchen and place them on the windowsill so that they could ripen within a day or two and be ready to eat. Their amazing metamorphosis from green-to-red could be measured on a hourly basis.
My father hated the ending of summer. It was his favorite season. The daily ritual of ripening his tommies on the windowsill long after the season had past enabled him to hang onto summer just a little longer than everyone else.
So, for those of you who are fortunate enough to still have some tommies available, be they Jersey or not, here is a great tomato salad recipe that is quite delectable and at the same time very healthy for you.
Enjoy!
Summertime Jersey Tomato Salad
Living in Southern California affords me the abundance and availability of every veggie and fruit imaginable. Our Farmers' Markets are exceptional and we are fortunate to be able to visit them on a weekly schedule throughout the year.
One item that is missing from this Californian cornucopia is the Jersey Tomato. I have searched for years to experience a tomato that is reminiscent of those grown in NJ. Alas, none are to be found. That is not to imply that we do not have tomatoes aplenty. We do. They simply do not taste remotely like a Jersey 'tom-tom' as my father called them.
Daddy would harvest his annual crop in late summer when they were still green. He would then carefully wrap each one in newspaper and store them in the cool and darkened basement in a farmer's bushel basket. Each evening when he came home from work he would go to the basement, select several of his prized 'tommies' (another favorite name which he gave them), bring them up to the kitchen and place them on the windowsill so that they could ripen within a day or two and be ready to eat. Their amazing metamorphosis from green-to-red could be measured on a hourly basis.
My father hated the ending of summer. It was his favorite season. The daily ritual of ripening his tommies on the windowsill long after the season had past enabled him to hang onto summer just a little longer than everyone else.
So, for those of you who are fortunate enough to still have some tommies available, be they Jersey or not, here is a great tomato salad recipe that is quite delectable and at the same time very healthy for you.
Enjoy!
Summertime Jersey Tomato Salad
Mix all ingredients in a glass or ceramic bowl. Chill for at least 30 minutes and serve promptly.
Great side dish for chicken.
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Jun 17, 2012
Fun, Fun, Fun
She was as black as black could be.
So very, very black.
So very, very black.
Sleek and contoured.
A real head turner.
The classic Mad Men era beauty.
She had accessories no one else had and she wore them well.
A real head turner.
The classic Mad Men era beauty.
She had accessories no one else had and she wore them well.
I admired her from afar.
My sister actually knew her first.
My sister actually knew her first.
And then good fortune came my way and we became inseparable.
We cruised the local highways and byways.
She was always ready for a good time and ever reliable.
Even the Beach Boys captured her in melody and lyrics.
My Dad was as cool as was she.
No, actually, he was way cooler.
When he first handed me HER KEYS it was a moment beyond compare.
How I treasured each and every time I got to be with her.
To think that he actually let me take her out when I was newly licensed is amazing to me still.
No one but my father understood what it meant to me.
He understood me better than anyone; then and now.
So, today I am missing them both.
I miss my T Bird and everything she brought to me in my youth.
I miss my Dad.
I miss him each and every day.
Days like this one . . . Father's Day. . . always sharpen the pain.
He alone knew how important the right wheels were for a newbie driver.
Especially one who had an opportunity to be behind the wheel of a Thunderbird.
Thanks, Daddy. You were always the best and still are.
It was
Fun . . . Fun . . . Fun
We cruised the local highways and byways.
She was always ready for a good time and ever reliable.
Even the Beach Boys captured her in melody and lyrics.
My Dad was as cool as was she.
No, actually, he was way cooler.
When he first handed me HER KEYS it was a moment beyond compare.
How I treasured each and every time I got to be with her.
To think that he actually let me take her out when I was newly licensed is amazing to me still.
No one but my father understood what it meant to me.
He understood me better than anyone; then and now.
So, today I am missing them both.
I miss my T Bird and everything she brought to me in my youth.
I miss my Dad.
I miss him each and every day.
Days like this one . . . Father's Day. . . always sharpen the pain.
He alone knew how important the right wheels were for a newbie driver.
Especially one who had an opportunity to be behind the wheel of a Thunderbird.
Thanks, Daddy. You were always the best and still are.
It was
Fun . . . Fun . . . Fun
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