Winter driving
I left the house this morning with the intention of driving to Washington, DC. The Tilghman shoot starts on Thursday. The original plan was to leave early Wednesday, but with the storm coming in I moved the trip up a day. It seemed it would be OK once I made it south of New York City, but I never got that far. The roads were not so bad initially, but the 91 was a mess. The wipers picked up ice and basically stopped working, and when the traffic slowed to 10 miles per hour, it seemed prudent to turn around. Tomorrow is supposed to be worse than today, so I’ll just have to wait it out. It is nice to be home for the storm though. I’ll crank up the snow blower and try to keep ahead of it all.
Grand Central Station
I like taking Metro North into New York as opposed to Amtrak since the New Haven line goes into Grand Central and Amtrak goes into Penn Station. I know this shot is a bit of a cliché, but I love it anyway. What a place.
Waffle House
Cris, the Pearl and I left Pelham yesterday at about 4 pm and arrived at Kiawah at about 9 this morning. Driving through the night on I-95 is really the way to go. Very little traffic and it is really nice to be in the car at night with Cris. She slept on and off, Pearl was really chilled and I was jacked up with a combination of milky tea, Starbucks Frappucinos, and Sudafed. I have had this flu since the week before Christmas and am really tired of it. Just before 6 we stopped for gas and needed some breakfast. Waffle House can be a sketchy experience, but this one was decent. Lots of grease for the potatoes and eggs, and they must have thought we came from another planet, but all in all, fast and filling.
Avon Meat Land
I picked up Peter at Union yesterday. Schenectady is interesting. Initially it seemed a hopeless kind of place, but like all Northeastern post-industrial cities, there is much to be appreciated. He and I have driven past Avon Meat Land on a few occasions, and I knew sooner or later we would check it out. For the longest time we remembered it as Amos’ Meat Shack, and in fact this time we drove past thinking that this place and Amos’ just had similar names and were competitors. So not finding the Meat Shack, we did a u-turn and went here. Apparently it has been in business for 70 years. I bought about a pound of Italian sausages (made in Schenectady) and was amazed when the guy at the counter rang me up and said it would be $3.00. Cooked ’em up tonight with some peppers and onions. Very tasty.
Chicken
My brother and I drove to South Carolina yesterday. It was a great drive and beautiful weather the whole time. / I knew we had crossed the IHOP/Waffle House line when I saw this sign in Virginia. Too bad it wasn’t Tuesday; I could have had an extra crispy gizzard for lunch.
Nuns
On Wednesday I was driving to the Ithaca area to begin a few days of shooting former employees of the Willard Psychiatric Center. I had to stop for a piss and as I was coming back to my car I saw the nun on the right putting something into the back seat of her car. The wind was really howling, and her habit was all over the place. She and her companion were more than happy to be photographed, even as they were unsure as to why I would want to take their picture.
Globe
Here’s a toy my mom and dad bought me for the trip home. The liquid used to come up to the top of the globe; I have never been able to figure out where the rest of it went. It used to have little gold flakes that floated around when it was shaken.
Passport
Since my mother died in March of 2009, I have been going through lots of her things. She seems to have been a saver of many of the same kind of momentos that I favor. I have always been interested in “official” documents, and when I saw this passport, I knew I wanted to keep hold of it. Yesterday I started thumbing through the pages, and it is so filled with information about a specific time in my family’s life that it really hit me.
For reasons that I have never fully understood, my father, who was a professor of German at Allegheny College went to Innsbruck, Austria sometime in the Summer of 1956 to spend several months studying or teaching at the University of Innsbruck. The plan was for my mother, sister, brother and me to come to Europe in December of that year to join him for the holidays. These are the first two pages of the passport. I like that the “Foreign Address” given was c/o American Express, Innsbruck, and that in case of problems my grandmother was to be notified. I remember her house on Torrey Road in Grosse Pointe very well.
Two great signatures on the above pages; Vera Louise Crispin and John Foster Dulles.
I like the above pages the best. The photograph was probably taken at the Stanton Rand Studios in Meadville. That’s me on the bottom right. I am surprised that the immigration stamp from our return into the States is on this page. All other stamps are on the next page. Interesting to note that travel to Hungary was right out. We would be in Austria, which in 1956 was still occupied by Soviet troops (more on that later).
I have always loved rubber stamps, and these are full of information. Since there is no stamp for our departure from New York City, I can only guess at the date. I actually have a dim memory of leaving from the Meadville train station sometime in late November of 1956, arriving in New York and checking into a hotel for the night. We boarded the USS Constitution the next day. I have a few memories of the ship; swimming in the indoor pool, sneaking into First Class, throwing ping pong balls over the rails, and celebrating Bob’s birthday on the 2nd. Before arriving in Genoa, we stopped in Casablanca and since my mother was travelling as a single mom, one of the ship’s officers offered to take us to the big hotel for part of the day. I remember sitting on a balcony overlooking the harbour and drinking Coca Cola out of bottles where the logo was in Arabic. I was scared shitless that the ship would leave without us. Nest stop was Messina (Sicily) of which I have no memory. We finally arrived in Genoa (Genova) on the 10th, where my Dad met us. We got on a train the next day, and went through customs at Brennero (Brenner Pass) and entered Austria. Innsbruck was totally cool. We stayed at Pension Bender on Dr. Glatzstrasse which was directly across the street from a Soviet Army post. We used to look out the windows in the morning and watch them march around the compound. Weird to think about now. I remember eating lots of soup. For Christmas, our family and lots of Dad’s friends went to Lermoos in the Alps. (I know this is getting a bit long, so bear with me. It seems kind of self-indulgent to be doing this; it is mostly for my brother and sister and their families.) So, after Innsbruck, a train out of Austria through Germany. Arrived in Holland on 25 January at Venlo Station, left on a ferry from Hoek the same day, and arrived in Harwich, UK on the 26th. While in England we were in London for a few days staying at the Ivanhoe (which is now a dump, but used to be nice), and then we went down to Redruth, Cornwall to visit my dad’s family. The triangular stamp at the bottom tells of our departure from Southampton on the SS United States on the first day of February, 1957. We were delayed by a day due to “heavy seas”, and arrived in New York City on the 7th in the middle of a tugboat strike. The captain of the United States docked the ship without any tugs, and it was huge news in New York. Made the front page of the Times.
Three feet
Cris had to take the train to New York today, and I like train stations, so it was nice to give her a lift. I always wait around until the train leaves. These folks were waiting for the 2.50 calling at Windsor Locks, Windsor, Hartford, Berlin, Meriden……..
Henry Moore
Denver’s Botanic Garden is having an exhibit of 20 Henry Moore sculptures and it is great to see them in such a cool environment. They are placed all around the grounds in very interesting locations. Well worth a look.















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