Date: Sun, 13 Aug 2000 22:29:13 EDT
Subject: Wireless fall preview 2000 catalogue
Elsa jokes that her generation is stuck in time - so many shows she grew up with are shown daily on cable stations. If she went by the time impression given by TV Guide, she would be back in the ‘60s & ‘70s, walking up Alden Road to school instead of driving to work.
Now, I know how she feels. The newest Wireless catalogue has arrived and I feel like I am a time traveler. There is a fondue pot right out of the '50s. A record turntable that plays 33 1/3 and 45 RPM records. (Do you young folks out there even know what a 45 RPM record is?) A Burma Shave shaving kit, complete with mug, soap and brush. A 1949 Ella Fitzgerald poster. A model of the Memphis Belle. A framed baseball card of Joe DiMaggio and Mickey Mantle. Bubble Christmas lights. Seeing them all makes me feel like a kid of forty.
My favorite item is current. Let me assure you that I love the Serenity Prayer and that it has pulled me through some tough moments. There is, however, a parody on it that made me laugh when I read it. It is the Senility Prayer.
God grant me the senility
to forget the people
I never liked anyway,
The good fortune
to run into the ones I do,
And the eyesight
to tell the difference.
Signed - wisely - ANONYMOUS
With that tweak of the spirit, am up the wooden hill and off to bed -
Retro Grammie
Saturday, August 7, 2010
Friday, August 6, 2010
DRENCHED 08/30/00
Date: Sun, 30 Jul 2000 21:11:48 EDT
Subject: Mindwalkers - Drenched
From early this evening to just about a few minutes ago we were drenched with torrential rains. It was scary watching water rush in torrents down Pheasant Run.
I was scared stiff when Elsa announced she was going out in it. My flourinef medicine had run out and she was togging up to head out into the wet. Little did I know that it would be 90 minutes before she got back from what should be a 30 minute drive.
It was so frightening, sitting in the living room waiting and listening to the occasional police and fire sirens. She called once she got to the pharmacy, but then it took her 45 minutes to get home.
Philmont Avenue was flooded - she expected that - but so were all the other major roads leading home. The only way she made it was by working her way through the developments. I was so glad to see her.
The rain has stopped, but there is still the occasional siren. I am glad that Faithful Scribe is back and I hope that all the drivers still out there arrive in their homes like she did, damp but safe and sound.
Love from a relieved - MOM
reposted with sweet memories of its author, KATHARINE REYNOLDS LOCKHART, by her scribe/daughter, Elsa Lockhart Murphy aka Deev, in celebration of the 05/14 centenary of Mom's birth
Subject: Mindwalkers - Drenched
From early this evening to just about a few minutes ago we were drenched with torrential rains. It was scary watching water rush in torrents down Pheasant Run.
I was scared stiff when Elsa announced she was going out in it. My flourinef medicine had run out and she was togging up to head out into the wet. Little did I know that it would be 90 minutes before she got back from what should be a 30 minute drive.
It was so frightening, sitting in the living room waiting and listening to the occasional police and fire sirens. She called once she got to the pharmacy, but then it took her 45 minutes to get home.
Philmont Avenue was flooded - she expected that - but so were all the other major roads leading home. The only way she made it was by working her way through the developments. I was so glad to see her.
The rain has stopped, but there is still the occasional siren. I am glad that Faithful Scribe is back and I hope that all the drivers still out there arrive in their homes like she did, damp but safe and sound.
Love from a relieved - MOM
reposted with sweet memories of its author, KATHARINE REYNOLDS LOCKHART, by her scribe/daughter, Elsa Lockhart Murphy aka Deev, in celebration of the 05/14 centenary of Mom's birth
Thursday, August 5, 2010
,,,I am the GABBY ONE TODAY 07/23/00
Date: Sun, 23 Jul 2000 22:25:22 EDT
Subject: My goodness, I am the gabby one today!
A 2nd posting! Forgive me, I could not help myself.
Elsa drove John down to Philadelphia so that he could pick up some art supplies at Pearl on South Street. She brought me home a sweet surprise - a luscious lemon bar from the Pink Rose.
So many wonderful memories of the Pink Rose, just a block down from ultra "hip" (I call it just plain wierd) South Street yet a world away in its elegance and style. Elsa and I would drop into the tiny pink and lace jewel box of a shop about once a year for one of their sublime pastries, served with a hot cup of tea - in a bone china tea cup.
I loved watching one of the young staff bring over our selections, served on a white doily on a dessert plate. It satisfied all the senses.
My days of indulging in their decadent Raspberry Chocolate Mousse Tart (with fresh raspberries, which would kill me now), luscious carrot cake,incredibly rich white chocolate cheesecake, to-die-for chocolate-dipped macaroons or intensely toothsome cream-filled pastry horns are long past.
Lemon bars are about all I can manage now - thank goodness I love them and do not consider myself abused.
I know I am old when one little pastry can bring back enough memories for a second helping of Mindwalker postings.
Nite nite and God bless - Grandma L'
reposted with sweet memories of its author, KATHARINE REYNOLDS LOCKHART, by her scribe/daughter, Elsa Lockhart Murphy aka Deev, on the 05/14 centenary of Grandma L's birth
Subject: My goodness, I am the gabby one today!
A 2nd posting! Forgive me, I could not help myself.
Elsa drove John down to Philadelphia so that he could pick up some art supplies at Pearl on South Street. She brought me home a sweet surprise - a luscious lemon bar from the Pink Rose.
So many wonderful memories of the Pink Rose, just a block down from ultra "hip" (I call it just plain wierd) South Street yet a world away in its elegance and style. Elsa and I would drop into the tiny pink and lace jewel box of a shop about once a year for one of their sublime pastries, served with a hot cup of tea - in a bone china tea cup.
I loved watching one of the young staff bring over our selections, served on a white doily on a dessert plate. It satisfied all the senses.
My days of indulging in their decadent Raspberry Chocolate Mousse Tart (with fresh raspberries, which would kill me now), luscious carrot cake,incredibly rich white chocolate cheesecake, to-die-for chocolate-dipped macaroons or intensely toothsome cream-filled pastry horns are long past.
Lemon bars are about all I can manage now - thank goodness I love them and do not consider myself abused.
I know I am old when one little pastry can bring back enough memories for a second helping of Mindwalker postings.
Nite nite and God bless - Grandma L'
reposted with sweet memories of its author, KATHARINE REYNOLDS LOCKHART, by her scribe/daughter, Elsa Lockhart Murphy aka Deev, on the 05/14 centenary of Grandma L's birth
Wednesday, August 4, 2010
...AUSTRALIAN PIZZA 08/07/00
Date: Mon, 7 Aug 2000 23:10:06 EDT
Subject: a taste of Australian pizza
A dear granddaughter-of-the-heart ~ Carolyn Heldon ~ sent me a posting that included an excellent description of typically Australian pizza. Here goes - We have a great place that is only about a ten mins bike ride away, (or a couple of mins in the car) and it makes the best pizzas that I have ever had, even in this country.
It is a place called Pizza League and the pizzas are named after Aussie Rugby league teams. The Sharks is a seafood pizza which has about five different seafood toppings; the Tigers is the meat lovers with BBQ sauce, pepperoni, salami, ham, chicken, bacon and ground beef as well. Yummy.
Then there is the Surpreme there and that is just crazy. 16 toppings. Meats, veges, pineapple, as well as the little anchovies which some people don't like.
My favourite though is the one that has banana on it. Most people wrinkle their noses up at that one but it is really nice. I didn't think that I was going to like it but it was good. It is sort of a cross between a meat lovers and a supreme with a few little extras.
All the regular pizzas isn't counting the gourmet ones either. The ones with turkey and avocardo with extra cheese and pineapple. I would say that all of their pizzas are about two inches high off the base. That is what I call a great meal.
The one with bananas would probably kill me, but I would die happy.
Love to one & all - Grandma L'
reposted in sweet memory of its author, KATHARINE REYNOLDS LOCKHART, by her scribe/daughter, Elsa Lockhart Murphy (aka Deev), in celebration of the 05/14 centenary of Grandma L's centenary
Subject: a taste of Australian pizza
A dear granddaughter-of-the-heart ~ Carolyn Heldon ~ sent me a posting that included an excellent description of typically Australian pizza. Here goes - We have a great place that is only about a ten mins bike ride away, (or a couple of mins in the car) and it makes the best pizzas that I have ever had, even in this country.
It is a place called Pizza League and the pizzas are named after Aussie Rugby league teams. The Sharks is a seafood pizza which has about five different seafood toppings; the Tigers is the meat lovers with BBQ sauce, pepperoni, salami, ham, chicken, bacon and ground beef as well. Yummy.
Then there is the Surpreme there and that is just crazy. 16 toppings. Meats, veges, pineapple, as well as the little anchovies which some people don't like.
My favourite though is the one that has banana on it. Most people wrinkle their noses up at that one but it is really nice. I didn't think that I was going to like it but it was good. It is sort of a cross between a meat lovers and a supreme with a few little extras.
All the regular pizzas isn't counting the gourmet ones either. The ones with turkey and avocardo with extra cheese and pineapple. I would say that all of their pizzas are about two inches high off the base. That is what I call a great meal.
The one with bananas would probably kill me, but I would die happy.
Love to one & all - Grandma L'
reposted in sweet memory of its author, KATHARINE REYNOLDS LOCKHART, by her scribe/daughter, Elsa Lockhart Murphy (aka Deev), in celebration of the 05/14 centenary of Grandma L's centenary
Tuesday, August 3, 2010
PIZZA 08/01/00
Date: Tue, 1 Aug 2000 23:02:00 EDT
Subject: Pizza
I remember my grandson Scott's contempt for American pizza, where people eat it plain and consider three or four toppings "the works." He told us tales of Australian pizza and the bounty of toppings they had. We would take him up to Mom's Pizza in Newtown if we were ordering pizza because he could let loose, although I think he never got past considering three or four topping a pretty skimpy pie.
While "surfing" last night for Canberra web sites, we came across a study that ran on an Australian TV station. It was about which pizza chain has the most toppings. Domino's and Pizza Hut, which have invaded Australia, had the most meat and cheese but lagged way behind when it came to vegetables and other toppings. They were also the most expensive.
Personally, I would like those two American "carpet baggers" to leave Australia's sunny shores. I liked Scott's description and pride in his native pizza.
On the other hand, maybe contact with the more creative toppings so popular in "Oz" will work their way back to the States.
A pleasant thought with which to go off to bed.
Nite nite and God bless - Nan\
reposted in sweet memory of its author, KATHARINE REYNOLDS LOCKHART, by her scribe/daughter, Elsa Lockhart Murphy (aka Deev), in celebration of the 05/14 centenary of Nan's birth
Subject: Pizza
I remember my grandson Scott's contempt for American pizza, where people eat it plain and consider three or four toppings "the works." He told us tales of Australian pizza and the bounty of toppings they had. We would take him up to Mom's Pizza in Newtown if we were ordering pizza because he could let loose, although I think he never got past considering three or four topping a pretty skimpy pie.
While "surfing" last night for Canberra web sites, we came across a study that ran on an Australian TV station. It was about which pizza chain has the most toppings. Domino's and Pizza Hut, which have invaded Australia, had the most meat and cheese but lagged way behind when it came to vegetables and other toppings. They were also the most expensive.
Personally, I would like those two American "carpet baggers" to leave Australia's sunny shores. I liked Scott's description and pride in his native pizza.
On the other hand, maybe contact with the more creative toppings so popular in "Oz" will work their way back to the States.
A pleasant thought with which to go off to bed.
Nite nite and God bless - Nan\
reposted in sweet memory of its author, KATHARINE REYNOLDS LOCKHART, by her scribe/daughter, Elsa Lockhart Murphy (aka Deev), in celebration of the 05/14 centenary of Nan's birth
Monday, August 2, 2010
TODAY IS MY 64th WEDDING ANNIVERSARY 07/18/00
Date: Tue, 18 Jul 2000 07:26:05 EDT
Subject: today is my 64th wedding anniversary
You got a late night posting yesterday and an early morning one today. It is wonderful to start this day by writing about my anniversary and remembering Betty & Paul's (they were also married in July, but two years after ours).
July 18, 1936 ~ so long ago, but it does not seem so. I am remembering all the happiness and wonderful anniversary celebrations over the years.
In our early years, we were just so happy to be married. Maybe we would get a bottle of wine to toast our happiness. In later years, we would head out for a special dinner.
For our 25th annivesary, Missy (Mimmy, Mim) got in cahoots with Jim & Kit Peck and put on a whoop-dee-do surprise party, which she called the wedding reception we never had*. Pete and I were floored. That gal can really put on a party. There was a wedding cake, and Missy and Elsa with big cheeky grins on their faces, and lots and lots of friends. It was lovely.
In our later years, when Pete and I started taking vacations just the two of us, we often planned them so that we would celebrate Our Day on the road. My favorite was an anniversary that we spent in Portland, Maine.
We were on our way to Bailey's Island, right off Bath, ME, and had stopped overnight. In the morning, we ordered breakfast in our room. When the young lady brought it in, Pete and I were sitting at the table by the big windows that looked out at the harbor (bay?), watching the boats and ships threading their way between the islands. As the young lady laid out our breakfast, we told her we were celebrating our 36th wedding anniversary.
"My God!" she said, then apologized. She had just celebrated her 1st.
I looked over at Pete and said, "When you are with the right one, it just gets better and better."
It did and still does. Pete is very much with me. John and Elsa always fuss over me on our anniversary. They invited me out to dinner tonight - wherever I wanted – but I asked instead for the seafood salad from Super Fresh (I love it) and an anniversary shower.
I am back to bed and, hopefully, sweet dreams of my O! Best Beloved, or Own True Love, as Gay always said of Willard (another July anniversary).
Love to you all - Mrs. Raymond Lewis Lockhart, ADPOI
~elm~ 08/**/10 ~ an incredible, literally unbelievable story of its own. Dad’s step-mother was so sure their friends would do mischief to the bride & groom, she insisted they SKIP their own reception! And they agreed! After their cathedral wedding, they waited in on the little bench outside the driveway door, suitcases at their feet, waiting for Norma & Gar to go to the reception (in Germantown!), stay there as hosts, then drive all the way back to take Mom & Dad to their honeymoon location, a charming country inn outside of Doylestown. Small wonder my magical older sister felt they were owed a proper reception on their 25th anniversary!!
Subject: today is my 64th wedding anniversary
You got a late night posting yesterday and an early morning one today. It is wonderful to start this day by writing about my anniversary and remembering Betty & Paul's (they were also married in July, but two years after ours).
July 18, 1936 ~ so long ago, but it does not seem so. I am remembering all the happiness and wonderful anniversary celebrations over the years.
In our early years, we were just so happy to be married. Maybe we would get a bottle of wine to toast our happiness. In later years, we would head out for a special dinner.
For our 25th annivesary, Missy (Mimmy, Mim) got in cahoots with Jim & Kit Peck and put on a whoop-dee-do surprise party, which she called the wedding reception we never had*. Pete and I were floored. That gal can really put on a party. There was a wedding cake, and Missy and Elsa with big cheeky grins on their faces, and lots and lots of friends. It was lovely.
In our later years, when Pete and I started taking vacations just the two of us, we often planned them so that we would celebrate Our Day on the road. My favorite was an anniversary that we spent in Portland, Maine.
We were on our way to Bailey's Island, right off Bath, ME, and had stopped overnight. In the morning, we ordered breakfast in our room. When the young lady brought it in, Pete and I were sitting at the table by the big windows that looked out at the harbor (bay?), watching the boats and ships threading their way between the islands. As the young lady laid out our breakfast, we told her we were celebrating our 36th wedding anniversary.
"My God!" she said, then apologized. She had just celebrated her 1st.
I looked over at Pete and said, "When you are with the right one, it just gets better and better."
It did and still does. Pete is very much with me. John and Elsa always fuss over me on our anniversary. They invited me out to dinner tonight - wherever I wanted – but I asked instead for the seafood salad from Super Fresh (I love it) and an anniversary shower.
I am back to bed and, hopefully, sweet dreams of my O! Best Beloved, or Own True Love, as Gay always said of Willard (another July anniversary).
Love to you all - Mrs. Raymond Lewis Lockhart, ADPOI
~elm~ 08/**/10 ~ an incredible, literally unbelievable story of its own. Dad’s step-mother was so sure their friends would do mischief to the bride & groom, she insisted they SKIP their own reception! And they agreed! After their cathedral wedding, they waited in on the little bench outside the driveway door, suitcases at their feet, waiting for Norma & Gar to go to the reception (in Germantown!), stay there as hosts, then drive all the way back to take Mom & Dad to their honeymoon location, a charming country inn outside of Doylestown. Small wonder my magical older sister felt they were owed a proper reception on their 25th anniversary!!
Sunday, August 1, 2010
WORLD TURNED UPSIDE DOWN 08/11/00
Date: Fri, 11 Aug 2000 22:51:03 EDT
Subject: World turned upside down
It will be, in September, when Sydney hosts the Summer Olympics. My favorite "city around the bay" will be at the top of the world, if you know what I mean.
The world's eyes have been turning to Sydney for months now. People who did not know a lot or did not know anything about this remarkable city are seeing its spirit and energy. As a Sydneysider myself (for a time), I know firsthand its special charm. My goodness, "charm" falls short. San Francisco has charm, London has charm, Bryn Athyn has charm - I do not know what adjective could do Sydney justice.
When I was a young woman, it was popular to say that everyone should visit Paris before they died. Today, that would be Sydney. If my health and medical insurance permitted, I would be on a plane down there tomorrow. I am happy that I will get to see so much of my much missed home away from home during the Olympic coverage.
I have noticed that differently Sydneysiders seem to be responding to playing host to the Games compared to Atlanta, four years ago. (For 2nd-to-none Olympic coverage, check out smh.com.au - the Sydney Morning Herald; gives me chills to count down the torch relay - 34 days to go.) Anyway, Atlanta turned itself inside out with pride that the Games gave the city world class status. In the case of Sydney, they already know they're world class, with or without the Olympics. In this prejudiced Nan's opinion, the Games are as blessed to be taking place in Sydney as Sydney is honored to host the Games.
Come September, my favorite piece of jewelry will be the Southern Cross!
I remember when I visited Mike & Kerry that first time. I was at some gathering and - being a sky watcher - went out on the deck and looked up at a sky full of stars. I laughed at myself and said out loud - "Oh, I forgot that you do not have the Big Dipper and the Little Dipper." It seemed like a chorus of voices rang out with, "WE have the Southern Cross!" To my delight, dear John Sandow - who is a meterologist - came out and pointed out to my wondering eyes the Southern Cross.
I wish I could describe how it felt looking at it that first time. Like finding the right adjective for Sydney, my vocabulary falls short.
At least I know how to tell you all how much you mean to me.
Love to all my dear friends, in whatever hemisphere you may be, with special hugs to current Sydneysiders, Kimberly & Scott - Nan Lockhart
Subject: World turned upside down
It will be, in September, when Sydney hosts the Summer Olympics. My favorite "city around the bay" will be at the top of the world, if you know what I mean.
The world's eyes have been turning to Sydney for months now. People who did not know a lot or did not know anything about this remarkable city are seeing its spirit and energy. As a Sydneysider myself (for a time), I know firsthand its special charm. My goodness, "charm" falls short. San Francisco has charm, London has charm, Bryn Athyn has charm - I do not know what adjective could do Sydney justice.
When I was a young woman, it was popular to say that everyone should visit Paris before they died. Today, that would be Sydney. If my health and medical insurance permitted, I would be on a plane down there tomorrow. I am happy that I will get to see so much of my much missed home away from home during the Olympic coverage.
I have noticed that differently Sydneysiders seem to be responding to playing host to the Games compared to Atlanta, four years ago. (For 2nd-to-none Olympic coverage, check out smh.com.au - the Sydney Morning Herald; gives me chills to count down the torch relay - 34 days to go.) Anyway, Atlanta turned itself inside out with pride that the Games gave the city world class status. In the case of Sydney, they already know they're world class, with or without the Olympics. In this prejudiced Nan's opinion, the Games are as blessed to be taking place in Sydney as Sydney is honored to host the Games.
Come September, my favorite piece of jewelry will be the Southern Cross!
I remember when I visited Mike & Kerry that first time. I was at some gathering and - being a sky watcher - went out on the deck and looked up at a sky full of stars. I laughed at myself and said out loud - "Oh, I forgot that you do not have the Big Dipper and the Little Dipper." It seemed like a chorus of voices rang out with, "WE have the Southern Cross!" To my delight, dear John Sandow - who is a meterologist - came out and pointed out to my wondering eyes the Southern Cross.
I wish I could describe how it felt looking at it that first time. Like finding the right adjective for Sydney, my vocabulary falls short.
At least I know how to tell you all how much you mean to me.
Love to all my dear friends, in whatever hemisphere you may be, with special hugs to current Sydneysiders, Kimberly & Scott - Nan Lockhart
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