Sunday, January 25, 2015

An Encore of Sunday Memories: When We Were Young*

An encore of the delight  that turning a year older used to bring.  And a thrill that delight has returned.  The new number may be 56 but the glee of being loved and celebrated just like at age five has been the best present ever.

It was our Christmas. And for us it happened twice a year because whoever's birthday it wasn't still got a couple of presents.

a troll doll
a guitar

The rustling of packages being snuck into the house, the sneaking around the closets

a real doll baby
an owl bank

figuring out ways to open the presents without leaving a trace, the desperate wait on the eve of turning older, the early morning rush into the living room or the kitchen to


the pile, the pile, the wonderful wonderful pile of presents, everything we could of wanted or hoped for or wished for and even if it wasn't it was thrilling a day where abundance showered upon us.

a real bra
a tin rolling fish
a microscope

There was no other time during the year this kind and delicious and rich.

*A.A. Milne

Sunday Memories: The Long And Winding Road

The last of this week's series commemorates LoFish Studios which will close in a few days because of a rent increase.

It wasn't just a place for their art to grow, but a place for New Yorkers of every ilk to sing, like the rockers, the hip hoppers, the opera singers, the jazzers.  

And the man who wanted to record a song for his father who had just died.

As El said, there is no other affordable place in New York for that. 

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