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My excellent feminist friends, Gwen and Amanda, decided that it would be fun to have a "wedding reception" without the wedding. So we did. Here I am in the role of groom, cutting the cake!
Slide scan.
Mid-1980s.
Taken with Minolta MD Auto-Bellows I, Minolta MD Macro-Rokkor 50mm f3.5 and Slide Copier on Panasonic GH2.
LETTING GO TAKES LOVE
To let go does not mean to stop caring,
it means I can't do it for someone else.
To let go is not to cut myself off,
it's the realization I can't control another.
To let go is not to enable,
but allow learning from natural consequences.
To let go is to admit powerlessness, which means
the outcome is not in my hands.
To let go is not to try to change or blame another,
it's to make the most of myself.
To let go is not to care for,
but to care about.
To let go is not to fix,
but to be supportive.
To let go is not to judge,
but to allow another to be a human being.
To let go is not to be in the middle arranging all the outcomes,
but to allow others to affect their destinies.
To let go is not to be protective,
it's to permit another to face reality.
To let go is not to deny,
but to accept.
To let go is not to nag, scold or argue,
but instead to search out my own shortcomings and correct them.
To let go is not to adjust everything to my desires,
but to take each day as it comes and cherish myself in it.
To let go is not to criticize or regulate anybody,
but to try to become what I dream I can be.
To let go is not to regret the past,
but to grow and live for the future.
To let go is to fear less and love more
It was a frosty and frisky 27F when I got up this morning. Finished chores and took myself kayaking for a while. Gorgeous.
I went out to Goa which is in india where i spent just under a month in an Home where they teach, cloth and feed small children and put a roof over their heads. these are all kids from broken lives with horrific backgrounds and basically i went out there and played with them listened to them painted their home and basically spent some good quality time with them which hardly happens for them so they are always really excited whenever our team turns up, because they always know what to expect with us, a good bit of loving :D
This cute sculpture was on a shelf in the children's room at the library. There was no information about the artist or history of it.
When I was a teenager in the late sixties I wore of these under my skirts or dresses--sewn my my beloved Mommy-- when I went dancing with my friends :-)
Postmarked February 4, 1920, at Tacoma, Wash.; addressed to Mr. A. J. Klem, 71 Paige St., Tioga Co., O-WE-GO [Owego], New York.
Hotel Elgin
150 Rooms
Eighth St. and Hennepin Ave.
RATES:
$1.00, $1.25, $1.50, and $2.00
Steam Heat, Electric Lights, Hot and Cold Running Water
Telephone Service in Every Room. No Court Rooms
Feb. 4th, '20
Dear Father, Mother and All,
Just a line to inform you that I rec’d Tilly's letter to-day and was glad to hear from you again.
My birthday [he turned 21 three days earlier] passed off without a “murmur.” Received a telegram from Will on Monday but no word from anyone else. Sort of expect a bunch of cards but didn't hear from anyone. Of course, I grasped your sentiments by the lovely bathrobe that you sent me. It was just what I needed and I wear it every day.
Why doesn't Lillian ever write? She evidently has a grievance against me.
The audience are terrible here. Minne-oh-polis — as these Swedes say around here. It's like you were in Sweden — so many of them. Not an act on the bill get as much as a hand from a crowded house. Jim is disgusted.
Some fellow was back looking for me last night, perhaps it was Harry Solberg, although Tilly says his mother is dead, perhaps Harry has returned to work.
Went out “cabareting” last night with a bunch of performers. Took in the “Slums” and everything. This town is a beautiful city, like N.Y. and Detroit.
Read Tilly's letter while my bowels were ready to shoot out — you see I took some more “Sal-Hep-atica”* this a.m. Keep your bowels open — avoid the “Flu.”
The weather has been so warm up through here that it is giving the “Flu” a start.
No. 20 letter in the Times about Owego was the one I sent in.
We have a “Lightning Calculator” on the bill with us “Valand Gamble” [vaudevilleamerica.org/performance/valand-gamble/]— factors any bunch of numbers very quick and tells you what day any date falls on. I asked him Feb. 1st, 1899 — and he said “Friday.” So I must have been born a “fish.”
Did you receive the $80? Always let me know — if you did.
When you say “Long Live Frederick the Great” in your [letter], why don't the orchestra play “Die Wacht am Rhine” or “Back Again To Dear Old Dixieland.”
Sunday evening up in the “Eat Garden” the Victrola was playing “I could learn to love you dearie, when I see you smile.” The one Papa always danced to. Smile! Smile! Smile! Remember! And then a dim haze passed over my eyes.
I wrote Jennie a week ago, but no answer as yet.
Why bring up memories of Dickens while “crapping” in the “A’bee?” To-day the light was out in the toilet in the theatre and I went up to the Stage Manager with the Times in my hand and asked him about the light. He asked me if I needed a light to find the hole and I said, I wanted to read — (a big laugh) — Hazel gave me a candle — and I proceeded to the A’bee.
I played for “Reynolds and White” [vaudevilleamerica.org/performance/reynolds-and-white/] 2 years ago.
Why do you always send packages gen’l delivery? The P. O. is about 4 miles from here and I hate to walk up there.
Am going in a party to St. Paul tonight with Jo-Jo and a bunch of actors. Ask Rieg if he remembers Jo-Jo — the fellow with the “seal voice.”
My itinerary reads Winnipeg Canada next week so write there. Get that Lillian to uncork that glass arm of hers and fluently write me — I'm sore to think she don't write.
Best love and kisses and thank you all again for past favors and your letters — you don't know how they help to keep me up — so write often.
Your loving son,
[signed] Fritz
* Per Google’s AI overview, “Sal Hepatica was a mineral salt laxative produced by Bristol-Myers from 1887 to 1958. It was marketed as a way to get rid of waste and combat acidity.”
Yesterday, we did party!! A very close friend's mother was celebrating her 80th birthday and we were so pleased to be invited to join in the celebrations ~ what a great afternoon and early evening we all had!
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Hi! This little one is Judy, she's Julian's younger sister. She arrived today and just by looking at her grumpy face... it was love at first sight!
There's some things I wanna change on her in the future, but by now I really like her red hair! It's just so soft and shiny. Love it.
Guess that's it. Just wanna to introduce Judy to the internet world.
Lots of love,
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Oi! Essa pequenininha aqui é a Judy, ela é irmã mais nova do Julian. É o mais novo membro da nossa família, chegou hoje e só de olhar para a carinha emburrada dela... foi amor a primeira vista!
Ainda quero mudar algumas coisas nela no futuro, mas eu realmente gostei do cabelo vermelho que veio com ela! É bem macio e brilhante, acho que é o cabelo mais bonito que já vi em qualquer boneco.
Acho que é só, só queria mesmo apresentar a Judy!
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A shot taken by Edwina the other night when the chill really began! The only editing (done by me), was to do a square crop to it... add a frame, and add her credit... a lovely shot for sure!...Enjoy, my friends!
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I moved from New York City to Ghent in Belgium last week. All our belongings are in a container on a ship that is probably somewhere between New York City and Rotterdam right now. So there is not much in our new apartment yet until that container arrives. But we got this lamp, it provides us light and coziness in the evening hours.
This is for 113 pictures in 2013 #63 Light
and
Seen in 100 Pictures #15 Lamp