tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-50351885789272625772024-03-14T01:01:01.735-07:00Sue's summer 2009 travelsSue R.'s trip across the country (and Canada) with dogs Maggie & Juliet in her Roadtrek.Auntie Suehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04333441402712786129noreply@blogger.comBlogger78125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5035188578927262577.post-74138498622985001282009-10-17T11:28:00.000-07:002009-10-18T00:33:12.256-07:00Saturday, Oct. 17 - Follow-up<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzwRny4fypE-KFnydTFI8qQaxouMB85TVa4eaSbeX2BcQh3ADdQA55vzvdE0SJdRK4tXu6QomZf5AMF4QnkbYxnXzkrs3FriWSvdTVSoQ_dq4HYGDrxPdbeQZEtz4zImSbVFPGB7hCBPpE/s1600-h/bb+metal+find.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzwRny4fypE-KFnydTFI8qQaxouMB85TVa4eaSbeX2BcQh3ADdQA55vzvdE0SJdRK4tXu6QomZf5AMF4QnkbYxnXzkrs3FriWSvdTVSoQ_dq4HYGDrxPdbeQZEtz4zImSbVFPGB7hCBPpE/s320/bb+metal+find.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393834625343083906" /></a>This is a "follow-up" to my big metal detecting find on the trip. (Refer to Aug. 27 post). I found this object on the property of my aunt and uncle in Monroe, New York, in the foundation area of an old carriage house that had burned down a long time ago. After some discussion, we finally decided it must be some sort of door knob, with the slit on top being the keyhole. (the other side had a short shaft-like projection). I could make out the letters "Q.R.S. Co" on it and I did a brief Google Search to see if there was ever a hardware company or doorknob company called "Q.R.S." The only company I could find was some kind of music company that had that name and I couldn't see any connection with doorknobs with them. And that's where things stood until I got home.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUHy5cS3uUI7dV14hv5weGFnpyjrJ5fUR8TDbbwje1H_9kd4Woi-2VAYdP0BnN3st83mL_x6IeX8x_tx3eRnyxMLHxCphwYodNc15knSCTtCV0jEeqIttOwipTGPrr2A1sFkO_VNhgAjYe/s1600-h/bb+QRS+music+reels.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 235px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUHy5cS3uUI7dV14hv5weGFnpyjrJ5fUR8TDbbwje1H_9kd4Woi-2VAYdP0BnN3st83mL_x6IeX8x_tx3eRnyxMLHxCphwYodNc15knSCTtCV0jEeqIttOwipTGPrr2A1sFkO_VNhgAjYe/s320/bb+QRS+music+reels.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393832000354875074" /></a><br /><div><br /></div><div>But after much research on the computer since I've been home, I have finally discovered what the circular metal thing REALLY was. It is NOT a doorknob. It is the end piece to the music reels made by the Q.R.S. Company to play in player pianos in the first two decades of the twentieth century (that's 1900-1920)! The company was located in Buffalo, New York. In this picture I found on the internet, you can see the same circular disks like I found on the end of each roll of music. I'm guessing the other end also had the same cap, and the tube the paper was wrapped around fit onto the protuberance that was on the other side of my piece. The paper had little holes cut into it, and as it turned, pneumatic tubes inside the piano were activated and the melody was played as the keys went up and down on the keyboard by themselves. I'm sure you've all seen a player piano. Anyway, I had a lot of fun finding it, researching it, and finally figuring out what it was --- kind of like a detective game. Maybe looking for coins or jewelry at the beach won't be the only thing I do with my metal detector in the future!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6rEfoLw_su2my3Y3MEJtA5G-FjkzNKHQIIiN9wYE7ykWnHkOhsQrJAsbYEC-WlBJcAdouJNM1B4-jlGC44pZcofFZdFGJ5C0fYdLwN4O0n83v4V95a_tKurn8PCKurp-eZgcIZhodUc7I/s1600-h/bb+dave+%26+rocks.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6rEfoLw_su2my3Y3MEJtA5G-FjkzNKHQIIiN9wYE7ykWnHkOhsQrJAsbYEC-WlBJcAdouJNM1B4-jlGC44pZcofFZdFGJ5C0fYdLwN4O0n83v4V95a_tKurn8PCKurp-eZgcIZhodUc7I/s320/bb+dave+%26+rocks.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393829301723320930" /></a><br /><div><br /></div><div>While I was gone for the summer, my husband Dave (who doesn't like to travel), started a new hobby: lapidary work. He is making beautiful jewelry out of rocks! He used to do some lapidary work before I met him and now that he is retired and has more time on his hands, he is going back to it. He joined the San Diego Mineral and Gem Society and signed up for a class specifically on cabachon-making (see below) and goes once a week and can use their equipment (at least until his early Chanukah present arrives next week!)<div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqzqWN1_2UPkkkYUi63cDpj1A7jHyYOYpDN53bVOnBrI5M1jTQlKLLuCeqKKecwN_AQhyphenhyphennygO3h5xZlr45hQ3qT25IjF3NiShu3LUZrMO3O7G4S99gAlPyhBCD0rmCWSzFdisbi-08lOoo/s1600-h/bb+slabs.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqzqWN1_2UPkkkYUi63cDpj1A7jHyYOYpDN53bVOnBrI5M1jTQlKLLuCeqKKecwN_AQhyphenhyphennygO3h5xZlr45hQ3qT25IjF3NiShu3LUZrMO3O7G4S99gAlPyhBCD0rmCWSzFdisbi-08lOoo/s320/bb+slabs.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393826957394325058" /></a><br /><div>Dave started out tumbling small rock pieces in a rock tumbler which polishes them on all sides; you can see a few in the small white bowl at the top of this photo. But what he has really gotten into lately is making cabachon jewelry (see below) which he cuts out of rock slabs like those shown here. He finds the slabs in rock stores, on the internet, or at gem and mineral shows (which is where he is right now). He picks out ones that have interesting patterns or unudual colors. All the rock patterns are natural, none are painted.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVLDgBdDzarsoMs-6Ah3lsLQepkBUPx6rvaW8K78lb8-O7zOe3sNYLWl0cQv6z9ph-pmyjrDKeuaNVbo5-2Y3CxOcYihiiTGiw_gu920SctWWW7Xul2TiqbnWIz2bgJx3e6s9PUls8VGzS/s1600-h/bb+rock+progression.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVLDgBdDzarsoMs-6Ah3lsLQepkBUPx6rvaW8K78lb8-O7zOe3sNYLWl0cQv6z9ph-pmyjrDKeuaNVbo5-2Y3CxOcYihiiTGiw_gu920SctWWW7Xul2TiqbnWIz2bgJx3e6s9PUls8VGzS/s320/bb+rock+progression.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393822455542650082" /></a>This picture shows the progression of a stone from its original rock shape on the left (the rock on the left is a piece of petrified wood I had gotten for Dave at the beginning of my trip when I visited the Petrified Forest National Park). The big flat piece is called a "slab" which has been cut out of a rock; this is what Dave usually starts with. You can see the oval shape he has marked on this piece where he intends to cut the rough cabachon shape from next week at his class. Once the basic shape is cut out, the next step is grinding the sides of the piece until a smooth, rounded dome shape is obtained. Then he polishes the surface until it shines and the colors of the rock look their best. The last step is to mount it in a setting which can be hung on a chain as a necklace as all the ones shown on the right are, or a pin, bollo, belt buckle, bracelet charms, earings, etc. Then you wrap it all up pretty and give it to your wife! I like this new hobby of Dave's a lot!</div><div><br /></div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjPYLJ02g5QW2KVTBE-y6Dv9dWxFb2GA0Pru1eb6h2VoAXxFIXG5VLTW9whPjin2PIPuHJmybUpCmnxhtg5HDu8VP1Sxb8fY9_Ff8OzmH3zuVdHQWBMT5qILxrXu-3Rjc1ZMhv-uVoiRF7/s1600-h/bb+Juliet%27s+tumor.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjPYLJ02g5QW2KVTBE-y6Dv9dWxFb2GA0Pru1eb6h2VoAXxFIXG5VLTW9whPjin2PIPuHJmybUpCmnxhtg5HDu8VP1Sxb8fY9_Ff8OzmH3zuVdHQWBMT5qILxrXu-3Rjc1ZMhv-uVoiRF7/s320/bb+Juliet%27s+tumor.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393818483848554754" /></a>The last few days of my trip, when I reached under my dog Juliet's belly to rub it, something didn't feel right. It almost felt like a new nipple had appeard in the middle of her chest. When I finally turned her over, this is what I found:<div><br /></div><div>When I got home, I took her to the vet. She took a sample of the fluid inside this growth and checked it under the microscope. There were some abnormal cells there and she sent the sample out to a pathology lab for further testing. A few days later, I got the results. Juliet has a malignant plasma cell tumor. She is scheduled for surgery to have it removed next Tuesday. The only good thing about this is that it isn't a mast cell tumor which is what the vet originally thought it might be. A plasma cell tumor, I am told, is usually completely removeable by surgery with a wide margin around it and generally doesn't spread. So, please keep your fingers crossed and say a prayer for my little Juliet next Tuesday.</div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidrlVeOQpTAf6QqP-T3oCWpWm7o-CxbgqMEdZyBtP4y_xm0f6cyh4U0YvSjSLBXIGnsfWa0kwtQ9kQ0ihHqIGsvReyrKeuUpcNGbpwNqafq7jIdhWUIYtBt5VDa6q4Bfoimx3ypqdOMbBq/s1600-h/bb+jujubes.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidrlVeOQpTAf6QqP-T3oCWpWm7o-CxbgqMEdZyBtP4y_xm0f6cyh4U0YvSjSLBXIGnsfWa0kwtQ9kQ0ihHqIGsvReyrKeuUpcNGbpwNqafq7jIdhWUIYtBt5VDa6q4Bfoimx3ypqdOMbBq/s320/bb+jujubes.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393809322175605682" /></a><div><i><br /></i></div><div><div>I don't like chewing gum. But when driving long distances, I do like to chew something and I found that jujubes work just fine (since all my dental fillings have been replaced by crowns which seem to stay on a lot better). Before I left on the trip, I ordered 14 pounds of jujubes which my calculations said would be the right amount. I was off; brought back about half. (Those are gallon size Ziplocs.)</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhRZL-7sLa4-sJyS82N6Z3LcY9CvK1qit8hyphenhyphenW0FhfHd62o3pou4wDxKTmizg_9nDNAgOx4y-2FWXexOVwxfSJ5T8IUnWmPJ4CHnW7nu2lHHyKfMT_7jL5uQ3KoSORAolUBCa7U1kewjp-w/s1600-h/bb+original+broken+finger.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhRZL-7sLa4-sJyS82N6Z3LcY9CvK1qit8hyphenhyphenW0FhfHd62o3pou4wDxKTmizg_9nDNAgOx4y-2FWXexOVwxfSJ5T8IUnWmPJ4CHnW7nu2lHHyKfMT_7jL5uQ3KoSORAolUBCa7U1kewjp-w/s320/bb+original+broken+finger.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393807010176223362" /></a><br />Another "follow-up:" Remember back a few months while I was in New York and I fell and broke my left hand ring finger (see post of Aug. 27)? (This is what it looked like at the time.) It really hurt a lot at first and I kept it splinted for 4 or 5 days. Then, as it hurt less, I stopped using the splint and by the time I got home, I was able to use the finger pretty much as before (which wasn't a whole lot anyway, due to osteoarthritis).<div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRr2gycRxC-9XDZq0YKaH5xfJ_12yiJLegwRWaU_N7r5BJ-iDWIIF_pB_y8dISogbLYt670w67_rLvyYdKU2b3XdOCSR_iW30-KlrCjX9-Hn56q2kUGMvvATmZ1DnSb0Fx59CQlWjshnW7/s1600-h/bb+broken+finger+x-ray+2.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRr2gycRxC-9XDZq0YKaH5xfJ_12yiJLegwRWaU_N7r5BJ-iDWIIF_pB_y8dISogbLYt670w67_rLvyYdKU2b3XdOCSR_iW30-KlrCjX9-Hn56q2kUGMvvATmZ1DnSb0Fx59CQlWjshnW7/s320/bb+broken+finger+x-ray+2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393806672882233378" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div>Well, last week when I was seeing a new rheumatologist about the increasing arthritis pain in my left wrist and thumb, he ordered x-rays of my left hand. The next day I got a phone call from his office telling me that they were referring me to an orthopedic surgeon for the broken finger joint in my fourth finger. I hope that including this picture of the x-ray doesn't grosss anyone out. I think it's really neat to be able to actually see where the bone is broken and even more amazing to me is the angle the little bone at the tip is, relative to the direction it should be going (it should be pointing towards the tip of the finger which is bent to the right in this picture.) </div><div><br /></div><div><div><div>The orthopedic surgeon I was referred to says that I had to keep</div>that last joint immobile and let the bone heal correctly. It is surprising that it really doesn't hurt unless I press hard on it. If it had kept</div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQu1zBYMJ-GvdX_rPuB0Ol1FuNPeXI_1iC4hOnxT-N69aZFlOzIdYRMd2tWmNLg9RaeHR1odqMuX83GRz653yE0_FN29g0GyFzSs0qgumCmNCpk1vbPBkGLd9xlnJDdu7mGlouK-Ar2w3f/s320/bb+current+broken+finger.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393802951906390658" style="float: right; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /><div> hurting, maybe I would have kept the original splint on instead of taking it off after a few days. Since I broke it 7 weeks ago, it would have been healed by now. Anyway, now I get to wear this nifty splint 24/7 for the next 6 weeks. Oh, joy.<div><br /></div></div></div><div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLrtYMvrPuTyYP6-CweXU3gwJIuSswh_MOTChs_oJ9PUyyBLmKn2TqyBTvp61RZSN9QPzB6HlMB2uQGEIXANhsLmzMlTAk8K7p_qlRZGjgHsfJ0IlEOn-WCol2fd8zsJUI0R7RM1r9qHQN/s1600-h/b+philip+ryan+balloon.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLrtYMvrPuTyYP6-CweXU3gwJIuSswh_MOTChs_oJ9PUyyBLmKn2TqyBTvp61RZSN9QPzB6HlMB2uQGEIXANhsLmzMlTAk8K7p_qlRZGjgHsfJ0IlEOn-WCol2fd8zsJUI0R7RM1r9qHQN/s320/b+philip+ryan+balloon.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393797363728212402" /></a><div><br /></div><div>I just had to include another picture of Philip and Ryan taken at family dinner night last Wednesday. They're just so darn cute! I don't know WHERE Philip gets all his curly hair from!</div><div><br /></div><div>My brother Jeff, holding Ryan, is cute too.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFsAfOBMqAHtkgeUm3beV61FIXTkKXu8HHkJH0qj3Mhz9Snb_Oqp-eWSpl7-IN1i0mzb9AeyKIrCpJEHXA2JM3nOyPylHPd8GnofwvN5vc9tH18Uo6wK5_IeIrAXpCUtOeW0SkpNa5lfR-/s1600-h/bb+dead+tree+tall.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFsAfOBMqAHtkgeUm3beV61FIXTkKXu8HHkJH0qj3Mhz9Snb_Oqp-eWSpl7-IN1i0mzb9AeyKIrCpJEHXA2JM3nOyPylHPd8GnofwvN5vc9tH18Uo6wK5_IeIrAXpCUtOeW0SkpNa5lfR-/s320/bb+dead+tree+tall.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393640449160627026" /></a><div>We have a huge pine tree (huge by urban San Diego standards) that has sat in the corner of our front yard ever since we moved into this house in 1971, and I'm sure for many years before that. You can see in this picture its size relative to the neighbor's one-story house (approx. 60 feet according to the arborist's estimate). It is an "evergreen" and that was always its color: green. When I got home from the trip, I noticed that its color was now brown, as in dead brown. The arborist said it had succumbed to to the bark beetle and pointed out the numerous holes in the bark. He did not think it was saveable. So, next on our to-do list is getting this huge tree cut down and the stump removed.</div><div><br /></div><div> "Next"(above) refers to the current problem of getting the kitchen sink unplugged --- hopefully without having to replace the sewer lines again --- the plummer has been here 3 hours today as I am writing this. Yesterday he replaced a pipe and put in a new garbage disposal which seemed to stop the leaking but overnight it developed another leak and so far today he has stopped that leak but now the water purifier under the sink is leaking and the faucet itself is making a strange squeeking noise when you turn it off. I suggested to him that maybe it was the sound of a can of worms being opened.....<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiT756ndPEQChSQy1H9_ojxuoVN9rUsImLlRqXLMi-S_0UqpjFAmaKH3x0mqdD_1l26WO_nbRMfvRgmwgS-N8sPAXPK2U4XbSmAZObjnwlh1cPce2jT47wrHng0Fy12QqcHexK2N8PGIIk5/s1600-h/bb+sue+%26+dead+tree.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiT756ndPEQChSQy1H9_ojxuoVN9rUsImLlRqXLMi-S_0UqpjFAmaKH3x0mqdD_1l26WO_nbRMfvRgmwgS-N8sPAXPK2U4XbSmAZObjnwlh1cPce2jT47wrHng0Fy12QqcHexK2N8PGIIk5/s320/bb+sue+%26+dead+tree.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393638339187803138" /></a><br /><div><br /></div><div>So, as I say good-bye to this tree, I will say good-bye to you, my loyal followers, end this blog, and return to my "normal" life, with all its trials and tribulations,</div><div>....and start thinking about my next trip....</div><div><br /></div><div><i>[how's that for a sappy ending?]</i></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Auntie Suehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04333441402712786129noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5035188578927262577.post-6308809101366960452009-10-17T00:05:00.000-07:002009-10-17T01:58:00.187-07:00Sunday, Oct. 4 - MEET MY FAMILY!The day after I got back from my trip (and, in fact, one of the reasons I came back when I did), was my grandson Philip's third birthday. His parents, Granit and Eric, had planned a wonderful pirate theme party at a local park to which Philip had invited the 20 or so kids in his pre-school class and their parents and siblings. Since all the members of my family were there, I want to share some of the pictures I took to introduce you to my immediate family. (I think that's only fair since I've shared pictures of all my other relatives as I visited them this summer.)<div><br /></div><div> This party was well-planned and, despite the wind and cold weather, everyone had a great time. This picture shows my daughter</div><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvg70xzx3DlkfBrM_k58OBkqVUEtRurB2M9BAC3fJSs-gV1bb6pUMe_S8h6TXqjleECpamf-7zELMYxkR3WjUP_c3Dgcmus1cJK2lh7bv-FoLZWrJ9kmg7xsUf8wyvs9gWPOGuwtk_Hjgx/s320/b+kelly+decorating+kids.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393483906102688658" /><div> Kelly, a pirate at heart, applying pirate stickers and makeup and a pirate scarf and/or eye-patch to the kids who wanted to look like a pirate when they arrived.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkMd5yDsMs5sChu79GDyb4X4yI4ErO_0Wl0nPDKAXSniEBJ6hXvZBL8VSQwQgPbdcwoF_HyCsfbB2CRVjerNwb5DENvFtKe9bB2qg7Y8yZNWEyQGmMqh3q1nBWYKBTJGFWsRH8frgudmuq/s1600-h/b+Philiip+pirate.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkMd5yDsMs5sChu79GDyb4X4yI4ErO_0Wl0nPDKAXSniEBJ6hXvZBL8VSQwQgPbdcwoF_HyCsfbB2CRVjerNwb5DENvFtKe9bB2qg7Y8yZNWEyQGmMqh3q1nBWYKBTJGFWsRH8frgudmuq/s320/b+Philiip+pirate.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393483074073478050" /></a><br /><div><br /></div><div>Here's the birthday boy! Philip, why do you look so worried? Three isn't exactly over-the-hill, you know! Oh, I see --- the juice box is empty!</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhz0NkUFVRPkZ3s9yY0ga4I_tQSxBvMqrfbS5smMsVBpcEiHi-GVxGBbOx4TCAgDcJIbB0d-1Pk_qhd6xpR1aYyjGQTXjCLQRcsvfMmcbxxeZxf77W816obgWsdlONolmnm8F7UmxGxpdhyphenhyphen/s1600-h/b+Ryan+%26+Amit.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhz0NkUFVRPkZ3s9yY0ga4I_tQSxBvMqrfbS5smMsVBpcEiHi-GVxGBbOx4TCAgDcJIbB0d-1Pk_qhd6xpR1aYyjGQTXjCLQRcsvfMmcbxxeZxf77W816obgWsdlONolmnm8F7UmxGxpdhyphenhyphen/s320/b+Ryan+%26+Amit.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393481232101642834" /></a><br /><div><br /></div><div>These are my two youngest grandsons. On the left is Ryan, 11-month-old son of Eric and Granit (making him Philip's little brother). On the right is 9-month-old Amit, the son of our other son, Paul and his wife Pazit. (For those of you who may not know my family, our two sons married sisters, making their kids "double cousins." These two little guys almost seem like twins though.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpejKwe_vFAtkVNtStI5DRO7Cot7M1nToYZnpUhB96M6Uv8t5BMV6PHwaYBF3Q8GEAZNfIXPOD5mfxCuxmRc1Z07bRyeYL7l6fw-w8idAHLHC3X7dfhIERw4uAVV53onX1250_yaB6ANSn/s1600-h/b+pirately+Ryan%26Amit.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpejKwe_vFAtkVNtStI5DRO7Cot7M1nToYZnpUhB96M6Uv8t5BMV6PHwaYBF3Q8GEAZNfIXPOD5mfxCuxmRc1Z07bRyeYL7l6fw-w8idAHLHC3X7dfhIERw4uAVV53onX1250_yaB6ANSn/s320/b+pirately+Ryan%26Amit.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393480263050283410" /></a><br /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>...and this is piratey Ryan (left) and piratey Amit (right) after Aunt Kelly got 'em thar piratey scarves on! Aren't they adorable?</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0N6qpZ96iVT5jljCYTzpYdSGJxO3bLAV5fSRzQkQnVz4eHliykTpx1tr3NvvAlZgPfa0F2hS8NZ6o6KZ4AlZT5OKDhyphenhyphen623I3mZpb_ewKBihf5tcEKWKMGwcZvn5I4ShCXbVLZnHfdnGPX/s1600-h/b+boat.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0N6qpZ96iVT5jljCYTzpYdSGJxO3bLAV5fSRzQkQnVz4eHliykTpx1tr3NvvAlZgPfa0F2hS8NZ6o6KZ4AlZT5OKDhyphenhyphen623I3mZpb_ewKBihf5tcEKWKMGwcZvn5I4ShCXbVLZnHfdnGPX/s320/b+boat.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393478238175694754" /><br /></a><div></div></div><div><div>This is the pirate ship that Eric's wife Granit made (maybe with some help from her Dad). The kids had a great time running in and out of it. They also made up their own game of let's- rock-the-boat-and-see-if-we-can-destroy-it, which, thanks to Granit's good boat-building skills, they were not able to do!</div><br /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCtsMCc-XxQ4JOFntTU_KzZcNZII0PV6vAuSPmFeqCDBfCeSR5AEff0mb8rzC5hmN2AwdpCQre5h_RUKlrujnU4uh1VmJEtyMnGel0j3tCch3AmZHUkNRFj78GzUlrgrUpbEBYE_M-q471/s1600-h/b+kelly,+Dave,+Paul.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCtsMCc-XxQ4JOFntTU_KzZcNZII0PV6vAuSPmFeqCDBfCeSR5AEff0mb8rzC5hmN2AwdpCQre5h_RUKlrujnU4uh1VmJEtyMnGel0j3tCch3AmZHUkNRFj78GzUlrgrUpbEBYE_M-q471/s320/b+kelly,+Dave,+Paul.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393469167732062802" /></a><br /><div>On the left here is my daughter Kelly who has lent her pirate hat to her father. On the other side of Dave is our son Paul.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBKhlebQXNYMuHhPP4vxfacyhug-MTwNbi_Ipf1csKuWmbZo3dSJoQnrtQxXSIq_-fln3ydNdAjKxaUyFFETMitfvMq897bajXJjqdDwbqVLfovH0OYmqffS_6e2gQ7sYqdF7kVNDiQAV7/s1600-h/b+Eric,Philip,+Dave.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBKhlebQXNYMuHhPP4vxfacyhug-MTwNbi_Ipf1csKuWmbZo3dSJoQnrtQxXSIq_-fln3ydNdAjKxaUyFFETMitfvMq897bajXJjqdDwbqVLfovH0OYmqffS_6e2gQ7sYqdF7kVNDiQAV7/s320/b+Eric,Philip,+Dave.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393468092275305442" /></a><br /><div><br /></div><div>This is a picture of Dave, our son Eric, and his son, Philip. Somehow I managed not to have a really good picture of the birthday boy or his father taken at the party (at least, not one showing Philip's beautiful hair). So I am using this one, taken on Father's Day, to show you these handsome members of my family.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVrhmvw_XS4cy-3ITTmjjwZVadJxuk7ph-ks9zhnlTOZFkA7k6FIet9NSRwSzhcjR-FYdcWrlz-hPTQ148XdqvNDnBzGA73TaQKdZn4vJU3WQ9XK1YoIeTNT8OIu8SnCnXeeygNLpswxZH/s1600-h/b+pirates+on+log.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVrhmvw_XS4cy-3ITTmjjwZVadJxuk7ph-ks9zhnlTOZFkA7k6FIet9NSRwSzhcjR-FYdcWrlz-hPTQ148XdqvNDnBzGA73TaQKdZn4vJU3WQ9XK1YoIeTNT8OIu8SnCnXeeygNLpswxZH/s320/b+pirates+on+log.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393466215985047442" /></a><br /><div>One of the pirate-themed games Philip's Mommy Granit set up for the little pirates involved having them "walk the plank" while parents "attacked" them with light-weight cannon balls and helped the alligators nip at their legs. The kids thought this was a great game and kept repeating their walks over and over. Then some insisted on being the alligators --- got a little wild after that...</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg46-T0Czrf1prg8e3q_91qYfb3OvVaiS2yfClcbtwoqkjmbyx11OPxNIyLTnOSN303OKfgzp5karzBlizVeAJ6W9rN2EMvxqclsqrYN9XxvvfbEYw0I0XDF5lxkb5KwRcwjan_r-uBt4g8/s1600-h/b+Paul+%26+Amit.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg46-T0Czrf1prg8e3q_91qYfb3OvVaiS2yfClcbtwoqkjmbyx11OPxNIyLTnOSN303OKfgzp5karzBlizVeAJ6W9rN2EMvxqclsqrYN9XxvvfbEYw0I0XDF5lxkb5KwRcwjan_r-uBt4g8/s320/b+Paul+%26+Amit.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393465828087946578" /></a><br /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Proud daddy Paul holding his son Amit!</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgw5sbGNWvUZHlDKA0HaPCEBYxugHVTNVQX8jfsXZKNQVkMeR2ju6pjr_Qqz7-xPh9jsH4kSSzjp2Pk2uXa_DFte0Z2JjqQ0s-rntB9NlTuCnn7R-KyeGG2WcnoijalkfmhEP80nomnOX44/s1600-h/b+Dave+%26+Amit.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgw5sbGNWvUZHlDKA0HaPCEBYxugHVTNVQX8jfsXZKNQVkMeR2ju6pjr_Qqz7-xPh9jsH4kSSzjp2Pk2uXa_DFte0Z2JjqQ0s-rntB9NlTuCnn7R-KyeGG2WcnoijalkfmhEP80nomnOX44/s320/b+Dave+%26+Amit.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393465306998916434" /></a><br /><div><br /></div><div>Proud Grandpa Dave gets his turn holding Amit.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2k291-NdGzEaqJuppuZqV6AxxknMUR_0nOGkz_DFIoTQxSVcriaCJitxkyrrpzTe6RfeBDYYz3q8BpdcUKUPAVmEygnlF6iZbG_5A6gyYCVTwnI9XWU30343sSnDkgpBMst4HaUeoq9dH/s1600-h/b+Sue%26Amit.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2k291-NdGzEaqJuppuZqV6AxxknMUR_0nOGkz_DFIoTQxSVcriaCJitxkyrrpzTe6RfeBDYYz3q8BpdcUKUPAVmEygnlF6iZbG_5A6gyYCVTwnI9XWU30343sSnDkgpBMst4HaUeoq9dH/s320/b+Sue%26Amit.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393462260328995826" /></a><div><br /></div><div>And with this picture of me holding Amit, I will end the official portion of my day-to-day adventures of this. summer. I thank you all for following along on my trip. Please know that I am safely home now, enjoying my husband, children, and grandchildren. You can always reach me at srevak1@san.rr.com. Happy travels to you all ---whether they be real or vicarious!</div><div><br /></div><div><i>I will be making one more "follow-up" post, hopefully tonight, to fill you in on a few things that have happened since my return.</i></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Auntie Suehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04333441402712786129noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5035188578927262577.post-74609051973644378542009-10-11T23:54:00.000-07:002009-10-12T00:35:02.147-07:00Satueday, Oct. 3 --- Arriving home!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8twFxiFwVsqUnVm2py4H-PDwFinOY3AV-_EbrPUCCTeUSSPjqrKA6DraSDy_my3perdoanoz9br0Yjrox79I2fi0EpnZmq8tGNiCmHEiqEYirC1N-UDdXRP43zASH5HqIBS3eS2NOFsJX/s1600-h/***Lorraine.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8twFxiFwVsqUnVm2py4H-PDwFinOY3AV-_EbrPUCCTeUSSPjqrKA6DraSDy_my3perdoanoz9br0Yjrox79I2fi0EpnZmq8tGNiCmHEiqEYirC1N-UDdXRP43zASH5HqIBS3eS2NOFsJX/s320/***Lorraine.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391608316723422786" /></a><br /><div><br /></div><div>I tore myself away from Carol & Don's house at 2:30. I went over to my sister Lorraine's house to say hi and pick up something from her for our Aunt Helen. After a brief visit, I drove her over to Van Nuys Airport where she and husband Dan keep their plane. They had recently gotten back from a quick trip (via commercial plane) to Alton, Illinois, to see their son and grandson (Joel & Benjamin) perform in a local theater production of "Annie." You might remember that when I was visiting Joel & family back in July (see post of July 29), I watched them in an early rehearsal of the musical. I hope I get to see a video of the final performance some day; Lorraine said it was very good.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7xIHdAQ5ECcVDdKOrA1ukBOxkntKsqCZXHjvHmYs_6DI_8ZSL6WyfVh4_AyGEbQr2sVnasfRW78OwJweQ2ndo25Uudtv9nZol9UPziW-K7dYAlz5AcgjkStpfBkHGgkCvBgQIqf9EPaTt/s1600-h/***Fe%26Helen.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7xIHdAQ5ECcVDdKOrA1ukBOxkntKsqCZXHjvHmYs_6DI_8ZSL6WyfVh4_AyGEbQr2sVnasfRW78OwJweQ2ndo25Uudtv9nZol9UPziW-K7dYAlz5AcgjkStpfBkHGgkCvBgQIqf9EPaTt/s320/***Fe%26Helen.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391606786466272866" /></a><div>This is my 91-year-old Aunt Helen and her 7/24 caregiver, Fe. She lives in Leisure World in Laguna Woods, half-way between Los Angeles and San Diego. Visiting with them was the very last stop on my trip before I arrived home. We went out to dinner at Polly's restaurant, which was where I took them to dinner just before leaving on my trip, two-and-a-half months and 8600 miles ago.</div><div><br /></div><div>It was a short one-hour drive home from there.</div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisWJFcP9LQZ1JGduMJyA6kWOpVwdlglf2QTi42adOcVzpDcWpIlC6SmHE2LlUFrl4zGJTXE4JMusd4Xaw4jfpWUtplTEdqPCN0CIe72XfDbnJLMvdqPf4rG9CvnWFbT51LhLvvQvLTM8sJ/s1600-h/***Sue,+dogs+at+home+almost.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisWJFcP9LQZ1JGduMJyA6kWOpVwdlglf2QTi42adOcVzpDcWpIlC6SmHE2LlUFrl4zGJTXE4JMusd4Xaw4jfpWUtplTEdqPCN0CIe72XfDbnJLMvdqPf4rG9CvnWFbT51LhLvvQvLTM8sJ/s320/***Sue,+dogs+at+home+almost.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391606123364093634" /></a><br /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>We're home! (well, not really. Carol took this picture this morning just before I left her house. But it looked like a great picture to end the blog with.)</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipIosCVyrDMxwqISK9iUEtGE_VpfQKIpNi9wZJMveuvAKUXb6py1Q_K0UbBPvEyFzX6Oisa4Z15p_1XNkTElQsJ-0KvAoV99gu1gsyw6cGRk13wucwLue2iujiZ46uffe6cvygOO0S8Kqq/s1600-h/***skunk+dog+1.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipIosCVyrDMxwqISK9iUEtGE_VpfQKIpNi9wZJMveuvAKUXb6py1Q_K0UbBPvEyFzX6Oisa4Z15p_1XNkTElQsJ-0KvAoV99gu1gsyw6cGRk13wucwLue2iujiZ46uffe6cvygOO0S8Kqq/s320/***skunk+dog+1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391603959558809234" /></a><br /><div><br /></div><div>About 30 minutes after I got home and Dave was helping me unload the Roadtrek, the dogs ran into the house through the doggie door from their first inspection of the back yard --- and the whole house started smelling like skunk! I guess the little critters had been enjoying 3 months of our backyard without the dogs being there and were expressing their displeasure at our return. Well, at least Dave was glad we were home!</div><div><br /></div><div>This is dog #1 (Juliet) getting her de-skunking bath...</div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEji2_1fTsX2a3Q_95hYR2rpChZpJdeueHr49onzWKyZpRsbT6DNbXoKJspLzHos3090BVIAhY7frm6GNZnqPBQii48SL2oMQiVFjZ3eG8jR23J8eakQoh4H_kC6wVRdymEs9i8z8e__tZjf/s1600-h/***skunk+dog+2.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEji2_1fTsX2a3Q_95hYR2rpChZpJdeueHr49onzWKyZpRsbT6DNbXoKJspLzHos3090BVIAhY7frm6GNZnqPBQii48SL2oMQiVFjZ3eG8jR23J8eakQoh4H_kC6wVRdymEs9i8z8e__tZjf/s320/***skunk+dog+2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391603708018954450" /></a><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>....and dog #2. Actually, now that I look at these pictures, I think they are both of Juliet --- but Maggie got a bath too.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Aaahhhh, it's good to be home!</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><i>[Note: there will be one more post of tomorrow, even though my trip is officially over.]</i></div></div></div></div>Auntie Suehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04333441402712786129noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5035188578927262577.post-83456442957437116662009-10-08T19:33:00.001-07:002009-10-09T01:12:33.497-07:00Friday, Oct. 2<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhP9b4GovP6qnlPSC8rSwUaG2bFsPpr4mCkkhDsa1A4HXfzzcJgnpBhZs82ElH61JcY2IXG12HKbv4EKx8gBjguG7pxnCjQyv4Guj1inWSvzhw6q3BwrQ3lCPi-KAGJUN5Dq_K2OSKR3wTn/s1600-h/**Carol%26Don%26rocks.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhP9b4GovP6qnlPSC8rSwUaG2bFsPpr4mCkkhDsa1A4HXfzzcJgnpBhZs82ElH61JcY2IXG12HKbv4EKx8gBjguG7pxnCjQyv4Guj1inWSvzhw6q3BwrQ3lCPi-KAGJUN5Dq_K2OSKR3wTn/s320/**Carol%26Don%26rocks.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390505232764589666" /></a>It was about a 3-hour drive today to get to the Los Angeles area. My first stop was at Eden Memorial Cemetery where my parents and my Aunt Florie are buried. I spent some time at the grave sites and then continued on my way.<div><br /></div><div>I got to my good friends, Carol and Don Neumark's, house in Encino, CA, a little after 5:00. As usual, Don was about to embark on a project. This time it was laying out rocks, gravel, and pebbles around their landscape---basically covering all the "dirt" spots. The rock had been delivered and at 8:00 am tomorrow morning the work was to commence. </div><div><br /></div><div>A smaller, but more immediate project, was the decorating of their Sukkah, which was awaiting the helpful hands of their son Micah and his wife who arrived shortly after I did.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvi5KzIypbNDnbbQgQzRIsohL9McFnzftpSJPs7jlyELlnOzUNaOvViokCsuVAEJM93O_cua2xxCj0llskPni2TAYB7ZOYaWs5OumFfOxAXyg0Mj0Dq50ZQFJffAF5oNTkZbCFlWFqx_pk/s1600-h/**Mikey+fixing+computer+drive.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvi5KzIypbNDnbbQgQzRIsohL9McFnzftpSJPs7jlyELlnOzUNaOvViokCsuVAEJM93O_cua2xxCj0llskPni2TAYB7ZOYaWs5OumFfOxAXyg0Mj0Dq50ZQFJffAF5oNTkZbCFlWFqx_pk/s320/**Mikey+fixing+computer+drive.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390501514097396722" /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "></span></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvi5KzIypbNDnbbQgQzRIsohL9McFnzftpSJPs7jlyELlnOzUNaOvViokCsuVAEJM93O_cua2xxCj0llskPni2TAYB7ZOYaWs5OumFfOxAXyg0Mj0Dq50ZQFJffAF5oNTkZbCFlWFqx_pk/s1600-h/**Mikey+fixing+computer+drive.jpg"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; ">When they got to the house, Micah and his wife Katie helped put up the Sukkah decorations. Tonight is the first night of Sukkot, a fall harvest holiday Jewish people celebrate by building a Sukkah and decorating it (see below), and "dwelling" in it for 7 days. After finishing that, there were a few minutes before we all headed over to Carol's sister's house for Friday night dinner. Just enough time for Micah (who is a computer wiz) to take apart my external hard drive (which has the only copy of my 92,000 pictures) and see what was loose inside (I had been hearing something rattling inside if I gently shook it ever since it fell off the coffee table at Traci's house). He extracted a small chip which had come loose. There was no way he could reattach it but, since the hard drive seemed to be working without this chip in the circuit, he just removed it and put the hard drive back together. He did suggest that I get a new hard drive, or at least a new shell for the one I had, but I did not (yet) abide by his advice.</span></a><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgslPH3kXixC3Q2uPFEZC8eYJXIKx7UNj-nq9esPitKVyAp2DOD4e4KUN4e3nK6XPbIR0u7ozpuxSPxx1x8TJBR8189Mq5dWxCHGWgAqCSVBOWCanPpslIYRcV6iuLRbwfJCLyBcm7lq6YW/s1600-h/**Spitzers.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgslPH3kXixC3Q2uPFEZC8eYJXIKx7UNj-nq9esPitKVyAp2DOD4e4KUN4e3nK6XPbIR0u7ozpuxSPxx1x8TJBR8189Mq5dWxCHGWgAqCSVBOWCanPpslIYRcV6iuLRbwfJCLyBcm7lq6YW/s320/**Spitzers.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390498342851117010" /></a><div>This is Elaine and Danny Spitzer and their four dogs (you might have to scroll down to see all four if you enlarge the picture.) Elaine is Carol's sister. They also have 3 children, but only one, Ari, was home to join us for dinner. It was the Spitzer's turn to host the weekly family Shabbat dinner which was, this week, attended by not only Elaine, Danny, Ari, Carol, Don, Micah, and Katie, but also the Neumark's daughter Kayli, Carol & Elaine's mother Lila Meyers, Danny's father Jack, Jeff & Susan (friends of the Spitzers), and me! I did not bring Maggie & Juliet but I sure enjoyed their 4 canines.</div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-vbbynlkbcxwAyIugxRPE07YqnCTn1xba3Wj1c0TaYu6XQOERguRMDRSEhoad9bvH1jyvvz_QN2canQ6mDATECY9t6uABmSHPSr2HeorFfvH1qZcaFu9MpLjohHKDEYPT4D9mFXk5o-kw/s1600-h/**Spitzer%27s+succah.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-vbbynlkbcxwAyIugxRPE07YqnCTn1xba3Wj1c0TaYu6XQOERguRMDRSEhoad9bvH1jyvvz_QN2canQ6mDATECY9t6uABmSHPSr2HeorFfvH1qZcaFu9MpLjohHKDEYPT4D9mFXk5o-kw/s320/**Spitzer%27s+succah.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390425977013491714" /></a>This being the first night of Sukkot (Jewish harvest festival), the weekly Shabbat dinner was being held in Danny & Elaine's Sukkah. The sukkah is a temporary structure to remind us of the dessert shelters the Jews used while wandering in the dessert for 40 years during the Exodus. During the 9-day holiday, meals are eaten in the Sukkah, weather permitting. Often, if the family has little kids, the kids sleep in the sukkah too. The sukkah is decorated with fruits, flowers, lights, pictures the kids have made, and sometimes prayers, signs, or art-work. It must have a roof of straw, palm or other leafy boughs (so that the sky can be seen through it). <div><div><br /></div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdrxh2BV3AdBmbVQ-JdrIVgsjEkHEePTBDlN7sbPO_cRj1X0M8SUiybLhJDujrN4tvqsP1WtVgrTOvtjUw18Aj39vQttsfZ3W526Ikrr42MoW8GpcVbbqdwQBqAQ4y2HtRVw4JY8OGvnh1/s1600-h/**Danny,Lulav,etrog.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdrxh2BV3AdBmbVQ-JdrIVgsjEkHEePTBDlN7sbPO_cRj1X0M8SUiybLhJDujrN4tvqsP1WtVgrTOvtjUw18Aj39vQttsfZ3W526Ikrr42MoW8GpcVbbqdwQBqAQ4y2HtRVw4JY8OGvnh1/s320/**Danny,Lulav,etrog.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390424383410943762" /></a>Danny Spitzer led the Shabbat and Sukkot blessings before we ate the delicious dinner that had been prepared. Neumark/Meyers/Spitzer Shabbat dinners, which I've had the pleasure of enjoying several other times, are ALWAYS delicious. They rotate whose house it is at each Friday, Carol always makes a challah, and everyone brings a dish to share. And they are ALL great cooks!<div><br /></div><div>Here Danny is explaining the significance of the the lulav and the etrog --- the symbols of Sukkot.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbSajutI_wS1RGuhUZvFKcpciyRoAtAk1YBYhh5TC_PO3sIu2qarDI8PQeRDtY7fZWblQ97aRgnDmGNQNP56BoZVxITjLz4KuaEWjqGY85Y1HPJZVW8bDD6PCfws1R_W_A3NHDC2FgHMit/s1600-h/**Neumarks.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbSajutI_wS1RGuhUZvFKcpciyRoAtAk1YBYhh5TC_PO3sIu2qarDI8PQeRDtY7fZWblQ97aRgnDmGNQNP56BoZVxITjLz4KuaEWjqGY85Y1HPJZVW8bDD6PCfws1R_W_A3NHDC2FgHMit/s320/**Neumarks.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390422982053805490" /></a><div><br /></div><div>This picture of Carol and Don was actually taken the next day (I know, cheating again) just before I left them. Notice that the 3 big piles of rocks are gone. If you look carefully behind Don's left elbow and shoulder, you can see some of them now incorporated into the landscape and forming a sort of dry stream bed. It looked very nice. And the 3 men working on the rocks (there were also smaller rocks, gravel, and pebbles involved which were piled right next to where I was parked) since 8:00 in the morning didn't even wake me up!</div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Auntie Suehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04333441402712786129noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5035188578927262577.post-65377585198178813832009-10-08T18:28:00.000-07:002009-10-08T19:14:09.225-07:00Thursday, Oct. 1<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnRJ6z_D9f0s2iO8z-qbu9kQVHX65D8gaZZMIype_pSmaneWl9k-DDWU1c3bF8_ltWrb2UZ1p5EOscXyGshdgt_kkq3cgOxhz9TpF_N9OJRZaIiCggp2D0AEAcBSq0lUBmGqlnbzAEZO3E/s1600-h/tomatoes.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 273px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnRJ6z_D9f0s2iO8z-qbu9kQVHX65D8gaZZMIype_pSmaneWl9k-DDWU1c3bF8_ltWrb2UZ1p5EOscXyGshdgt_kkq3cgOxhz9TpF_N9OJRZaIiCggp2D0AEAcBSq0lUBmGqlnbzAEZO3E/s320/tomatoes.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390406355081545986" /></a>After saying good-bye to Natasha and Daniel, I set out for a nearby Kragen Auto Parts to get a new bulb for one of my interior lights (no, not the circular one!) that had burned out. Since I was heading for an "auto parts" store, it reminded me that I had not checked my tire pressures in a while. I have a nifty wireless tire pressure system with a sensor mounted on the valve stem of each tire. Only I have to actually turn it on to check the pressures and I don't do it as often as I should. Today 3 of the tires read close to 55 psi, which is what they should be, but the 4th one read 14 psi, no matter how many times I checked it. When I got to the Kragen store, I went and took a look at it. It was definitely flat --- and I have no idea if it just happened last night or if I've been driving on it like that for a week! After getting my light bulb, I drove to the nearest gas station and filled the tire with air. When I was reinstalling the sensor thingy, which requires a valve stem extender on my Roadtrek, I could hear the air rushing out as soon as I put the extender on. Without the extender, no leak. This gave me hope that all I needed was a new extender and NOT a new tire. I then drove a few miles to a tire store and asked them to check out the tire and the extender. They agreed that the extender was bad and that was probably my problem (they didn't really examine the tire, unfortunately). The extenders they had didn't fit so I wound up having them put on a 1/2 inch extender that I had and they were able to get the sensor back on with that. It seemed to be holding the air okay but I was a good girl the rest of the day and checked the pressure every few hours.<div><br /></div><div>I drove 3 or 4 hours until I got to Coalinga, CA, where I planned to (and did!) spend the night. The picture above is one of several open bed trucks I passed this day full of tomatoes. What I want to know is, what keeps the ones on the bottom from getting squished? There do not appear to be any boxes---just a whole truck bed full of tomatoes. </div><div><br /></div><div>I worked on my blog several hours tonight but am still almost a week behind. </div>Auntie Suehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04333441402712786129noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5035188578927262577.post-72188189664185108962009-10-06T22:40:00.000-07:002009-10-07T00:17:47.855-07:00Wednesday, Sept. 30<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_kdRQRIo1PbtYrM-IQgYm7vu1dZzu28vl11BOwlVYJcxJ8zaDatWvYTW3TZ87B4rwAuv-srboLWe4g3_DidrIx5s5w2NvEkGhhFy82vFUywvS7L2COYhlFB8S57bZdOa0wCIPqdW2T1xy/s1600-h/*Sue%26Natasha.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_kdRQRIo1PbtYrM-IQgYm7vu1dZzu28vl11BOwlVYJcxJ8zaDatWvYTW3TZ87B4rwAuv-srboLWe4g3_DidrIx5s5w2NvEkGhhFy82vFUywvS7L2COYhlFB8S57bZdOa0wCIPqdW2T1xy/s320/*Sue%26Natasha.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389745786332832706" /></a><br /><div>After getting a late start from Traci's house, I drove the 120 miles to Alameda (near Oakland), CA, where I finally got to meet my 6-month-old great-niece, Natasha Rose. And boy, is she GREAT! She has big blue eyes, the cutest smile, and chubby little cheeks that belie her premature birth. She lives in a big old Victorian house that her parents are refurbishing. </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtro-3MzuLNA4od12Y7xYBSdzVrJv86bcfngGrYYNsUvd1k3JOLdNrkhe2SsHIvCVKJwjRq7GqGgwLdtEL8oxtNd_IqNlpXN0Qqr7PRmUAgH0PGIRVDWInZl44RnU3iaVVftupIrdWPBgh/s1600-h/*Dan,Irene,Natasha.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtro-3MzuLNA4od12Y7xYBSdzVrJv86bcfngGrYYNsUvd1k3JOLdNrkhe2SsHIvCVKJwjRq7GqGgwLdtEL8oxtNd_IqNlpXN0Qqr7PRmUAgH0PGIRVDWInZl44RnU3iaVVftupIrdWPBgh/s320/*Dan,Irene,Natasha.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389745131696390130" /></a><div>And this is Natasha with her mom & dad, Irene and Daniel Neumansky. Irene is my sister's daughter. Irene and Daniel got married 3 (?) years ago in a most unique and enjoyable wedding (Flames were involved.)</div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkisnxVRcIzH7bDnPmfKW5Kk_yEaaHKfOw4BZsGSqP1UDw7d-zNayY8DJPTw4J4b95SQwSuNGsk9G1PwqLiFqLUVff-2ADb5QONPW8CQ-c4GnBNcxhJgonWULSz1xuiT8X51OKQOUS_Zlq/s1600-h/*Juliet%26Tiny.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkisnxVRcIzH7bDnPmfKW5Kk_yEaaHKfOw4BZsGSqP1UDw7d-zNayY8DJPTw4J4b95SQwSuNGsk9G1PwqLiFqLUVff-2ADb5QONPW8CQ-c4GnBNcxhJgonWULSz1xuiT8X51OKQOUS_Zlq/s320/*Juliet%26Tiny.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389743904269807410" /></a><br /><div><br /></div><div>While we humanoids were focused entirely on Natasha, Juliet was transfixed by Tiny, their foot-long fat black fish in an aquarium in the playroom. I'm sorry Tiny doesn't show up well in this picture, but, take Juliet's word for it, he was in there.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEige1QcfFMYJ_3Lwv5qFrJbFDR_zRT5lNCvOft3BVBgOt-u7R4n5mfaXVkYg6AErSqdPG_6IMgLeRNTSRuMWrYLpVZFRkTGiWt2liGX_B81ovmmfsSFyQRya3C2_ZzXFz746LKpGtAJ4PhL/s1600-h/*Irene,+Natasha,mirror.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEige1QcfFMYJ_3Lwv5qFrJbFDR_zRT5lNCvOft3BVBgOt-u7R4n5mfaXVkYg6AErSqdPG_6IMgLeRNTSRuMWrYLpVZFRkTGiWt2liGX_B81ovmmfsSFyQRya3C2_ZzXFz746LKpGtAJ4PhL/s320/*Irene,+Natasha,mirror.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389741576481684914" /></a><br /><div><br /></div><div>Irene and Natasha strick a regal pose on a new mirror-backed hall chair. Seeing the photographer's (me) reflection in the mirror when I viewed this picture made me wish I'd been a little more creative in shooting it and had positioned us so that I would have appeared to be sitting on her shoulder --- you know, like "Be good---Auntie Sue is watching you!"</div><div>Aren't their smiles cute?<br /><div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhw36IKIUfQFGKFBNNpgWQMEJKmnhLrGnhzIhb8-nqxxW5laJkMN5Tx3VanLAwQE8BNeIpZiw-JS7Bqe90j7nJ_D9nWSYTZa0cgzy61S6aNZhHLpdmtY_Abiw-vlufdbxc_nCvM07wbYNj9/s1600-h/*surprised+sue+%26+Natasha.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhw36IKIUfQFGKFBNNpgWQMEJKmnhLrGnhzIhb8-nqxxW5laJkMN5Tx3VanLAwQE8BNeIpZiw-JS7Bqe90j7nJ_D9nWSYTZa0cgzy61S6aNZhHLpdmtY_Abiw-vlufdbxc_nCvM07wbYNj9/s320/*surprised+sue+%26+Natasha.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389740559702101698" /></a><br /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>You know how people make funny noises or silly faces or suddenly clap to get a baby's attention and try to get them to smile? Well, see who was, and who wasn't, surprised by the sudden funny sound Irene let out? <div><br /></div><div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrkegpUTRy0YeSstlpI_ly2Td1rdq5ETyrbbvZ5gmeH6a9OXJeWC8INT7qDkzZOj-1Udgr_rn-Qft1rgfO1Z1khyphenhyphen5DGxVNZDHZ07axLeSBmaCGl5IMI47KQuuYkErZVR9yA7oMDtX2UobZ/s1600-h/*Irene+in+firepit.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrkegpUTRy0YeSstlpI_ly2Td1rdq5ETyrbbvZ5gmeH6a9OXJeWC8INT7qDkzZOj-1Udgr_rn-Qft1rgfO1Z1khyphenhyphen5DGxVNZDHZ07axLeSBmaCGl5IMI47KQuuYkErZVR9yA7oMDtX2UobZ/s320/*Irene+in+firepit.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389733118438327490" /></a>This picture shows one of my favorite "rooms" in their partially-restored Victorian house: The outdoor sunken living room (could also be called a patio, I suppose). This is what creative people make when, after putting in a new foundation and leveling their house, they discover a 4-foot difference in height between the bottom of the back door and the yard it is opening into. They also built into it a gas-powered fire pit which Irene appears to be surveying in this picture. A few minutes later, with the flick of a lighter, a flames appeared to leap from the lava rock. Neat!<div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3LuT_RnhU5dU4XxPOrIN9fzc8Msre9QJQQLSgfAfJWFEtdcoGnJrBB0wwd0hxPG38nkupkt9NLObBl0BwbPdGwuO0_yR2huBGT27JoxJM3O-_e1F8DMYxiYu04oKf37mAhH20R4w5E8wI/s1600-h/*Irene,Dan,+Natasha,firepit.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3LuT_RnhU5dU4XxPOrIN9fzc8Msre9QJQQLSgfAfJWFEtdcoGnJrBB0wwd0hxPG38nkupkt9NLObBl0BwbPdGwuO0_yR2huBGT27JoxJM3O-_e1F8DMYxiYu04oKf37mAhH20R4w5E8wI/s320/*Irene,Dan,+Natasha,firepit.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389732431350644818" /></a><br /><div><br /></div><div>I like this setting for an official family portrait because they are both pyromaniacs and a Neumansky family portrait just wouldn't be right without flames.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSiDeuIQGJEvc9ETJ-SmXLEjo2ljKE90-E7jQQlsZHPtUOnLlVI9Z0CHIGtvDeNcAZdIpDcP9VJXyo4mM_VRHmU01QcFkloV2luXfUcClGV17fpVot8GBUyMcDuEEr472GWAYyOnj59xd0/s1600-h/*Sue,Natasha,dogs,firepit.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSiDeuIQGJEvc9ETJ-SmXLEjo2ljKE90-E7jQQlsZHPtUOnLlVI9Z0CHIGtvDeNcAZdIpDcP9VJXyo4mM_VRHmU01QcFkloV2luXfUcClGV17fpVot8GBUyMcDuEEr472GWAYyOnj59xd0/s320/*Sue,Natasha,dogs,firepit.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389731634377928930" /></a><br /><div><br /></div><div>This is obviously me holding Natasha in the sunken patio. We were all enjoying the warmth of the fire as the evening was starting to get cool. (You might have to scroll down to see the firepit.)</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioPtyXnHDLS7TokWPj45JEshYfzmivle_1Vcc7lvnqo1ICeH-fLnsAoez83mgTjEQkL7c5Twu-hqUrJnn-LmbD-2csqO19JyxBFMNMME9QC-3JT9KMZQuNyORR7u4GvH3958k5CTJAUrYD/s1600-h/*Sue+feeding+Natasha.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioPtyXnHDLS7TokWPj45JEshYfzmivle_1Vcc7lvnqo1ICeH-fLnsAoez83mgTjEQkL7c5Twu-hqUrJnn-LmbD-2csqO19JyxBFMNMME9QC-3JT9KMZQuNyORR7u4GvH3958k5CTJAUrYD/s320/*Sue+feeding+Natasha.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389730706756692018" /></a><br /><div>We ordered Thai food for dinner and Daniel was kind enough to go pick it up and bring it home so we didn't have to worry about going out for dinner. And it was quite delicious too. Natasha sat quietly (mostly) in her seat and chewed on her toys while we ate, waiting her turn.</div><div><br /></div><div>She has just started eating solid food (well, "mushy" might be a better adjective). I had the honor of feeding her her cereal dinner, which she ate very nicely, and then rocking her to sleep. Nitey-nite, Natasha!</div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijlspOuRZmwExYoCUygYF8f0rb3ZicydE55mmE3KYS6KOQ0YWI8GBi4RQRYevyjM9gp_KunaSjW_TxDJpHP7wW3DqTN51QoaxpBFJA1DpMpIjbKknCpHgCE1U33DHX_35azVULfvPvv_6N/s1600-h/*Natasha.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijlspOuRZmwExYoCUygYF8f0rb3ZicydE55mmE3KYS6KOQ0YWI8GBi4RQRYevyjM9gp_KunaSjW_TxDJpHP7wW3DqTN51QoaxpBFJA1DpMpIjbKknCpHgCE1U33DHX_35azVULfvPvv_6N/s320/*Natasha.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389729058405225298" /></a><br /><div><div>This picture is from the next morning (I know, I'm cheating a little) when I went in to say good-bye to Daniel and Natasha (Irene was at work, Daniel was working upstairs in his office, and the nanny was watching Natasha and another little girl.)</div><div><br /></div><div>Can't you see Natasha's beautiful big blue eyes imploring me to stay?</div><div> I wish I could, little girl. I wish I could....</div></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Auntie Suehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04333441402712786129noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5035188578927262577.post-57429623594545572762009-10-06T15:29:00.000-07:002009-10-06T15:52:49.578-07:00Tuesday, Sept. 29<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTsy9LjCwvqxhF8AECMSFa2ta12vf2QqcYjlnE4q_Y22cDlwdewAMvp_E9oltX_48B-g0F0drYDHfspKAHb6QzYQYtBWJDk48_OnWSjuGYZn1j10nkcGPfK-t0e6jdRtcH2-jQAf9bFxhP/s1600-h/Traci+in+aop.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTsy9LjCwvqxhF8AECMSFa2ta12vf2QqcYjlnE4q_Y22cDlwdewAMvp_E9oltX_48B-g0F0drYDHfspKAHb6QzYQYtBWJDk48_OnWSjuGYZn1j10nkcGPfK-t0e6jdRtcH2-jQAf9bFxhP/s320/Traci+in+aop.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389620633592588290" /></a><div>After sleeping 15 hours (!), I got up, had breakfast, and was off for the 3-hour drive to Folsom, CA (near Sacramento), where my beautiful, intelligent niece Traci lives. She is a neuro-psychologist at the VA hospital there, specializing in the diagnosis and treatment of traumatic brain injury. My timing was good and I drove into the parking lot just as she was getting home from work.</div><div><br /></div><div>This somewhat blurry picture is of Traci showing me her new apartment. I took three pictures of Traci and, unfortunately, all three are blurry. Sorry, Traci. (maybe my camera suddenly has traumatic brain injury?)<div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjr5YLIvP4e6sM3Ld_nfE_Fk2SWPPdr3WMUDOaEPwNPkhjKx0G-EyXBhnjB3KBBbd0D2FvVr-D7i9LwkpFbCEYRh7qCJZ8Km0sGloSn-UWF_GAEd7kYMxjqM5lMCMxWpFPcyN6LHMLEtub_/s1600-h/spaghetti+factory+train.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjr5YLIvP4e6sM3Ld_nfE_Fk2SWPPdr3WMUDOaEPwNPkhjKx0G-EyXBhnjB3KBBbd0D2FvVr-D7i9LwkpFbCEYRh7qCJZ8Km0sGloSn-UWF_GAEd7kYMxjqM5lMCMxWpFPcyN6LHMLEtub_/s320/spaghetti+factory+train.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389619314211498194" /></a>When Traci told me there was a Spaghetti Factory nearby, that's where I decided I wanted to go for dinner. This one is a train motif and we actually ate in the railroad car pictured here. We both had our favorite spaghetti topping: browned butter and mizithra cheese --- Yummy!<div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEhSRrXL7PTZgT6Q8DglwuoCbIeYuLkGABu-TzuSbpU3lc3RNyK5qkWaygEYKa0eS0gLjxIj1x8GKGWLz7H_rEvV44a_NUhAV3sU7HVDS9qX7-TIM9FoMosHNtn-u7kpCCzPU-T7akCucH/s1600-h/traci+%26+stuffed+duck.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEhSRrXL7PTZgT6Q8DglwuoCbIeYuLkGABu-TzuSbpU3lc3RNyK5qkWaygEYKa0eS0gLjxIj1x8GKGWLz7H_rEvV44a_NUhAV3sU7HVDS9qX7-TIM9FoMosHNtn-u7kpCCzPU-T7akCucH/s320/traci+%26+stuffed+duck.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389618030979923714" /></a><br /><div><br /></div><div>That's not Maggie or Juliet that a just-showered-and-ready-for-bed Traci is getting settled in the chair --- it's her stuffed duck that gets kicked off her bed at night. After Traci, who has to get up early for work tomorrow, went to bed, the duck, dogs, and I worked in her living room on the computer until we, too, gave it up and went out to the Roadtrek to sleep.</div></div></div></div>Auntie Suehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04333441402712786129noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5035188578927262577.post-62137493422025482472009-10-03T01:49:00.000-07:002009-10-03T02:23:57.764-07:00Sunday - Monday, Sept. 27-28 (Yom Kippur)<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6-1Nus6pT4kwvpN1aJGqWUR4XJ2IXANJh5Oa9vHQ2uzeWe2nFsAQb3nHe7xAyF7cwjrxJIvb6FeL2E3a0xFd2FM_xBI3dxFQAqtTXPEhbbOcq_lDgvWe1evuL8c-ae-bgotV61srdqdRt/s1600-h/road+to+Reno.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6-1Nus6pT4kwvpN1aJGqWUR4XJ2IXANJh5Oa9vHQ2uzeWe2nFsAQb3nHe7xAyF7cwjrxJIvb6FeL2E3a0xFd2FM_xBI3dxFQAqtTXPEhbbOcq_lDgvWe1evuL8c-ae-bgotV61srdqdRt/s320/road+to+Reno.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388300971842101026" /></a><br /><div>Today was a long (315 miles), tiring drive. I had trouble keeping my eyes open despite the numerous No-doz (caffeine) tablets I was taking. And, unfortunately, I did not have enough time to pull over and take a nap. I was trying to get to Reno, Nevada, in time to celebrate Kol Nidre (the start of Yom Kippur).</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9DpFlYVuUF_Jqr7AEuNezBb7SmFwMBZ6FPQLF8LZD2j44g-7P5O3KlLiWDc95twDenVT9rZnNrhcffsh95sNdKur_6Zu4Idceg6-LbsF78xJRx4At7vtnNDSjsp0b3pWB_3gDcY8QbJdY/s1600-h/Sue+at+Emanu-el.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9DpFlYVuUF_Jqr7AEuNezBb7SmFwMBZ6FPQLF8LZD2j44g-7P5O3KlLiWDc95twDenVT9rZnNrhcffsh95sNdKur_6Zu4Idceg6-LbsF78xJRx4At7vtnNDSjsp0b3pWB_3gDcY8QbJdY/s320/Sue+at+Emanu-el.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388293572816415442" /></a><br /><div>I made it to Temple Emanu-el in Reno, where I'd made arrangements to attend Kol Nidre and Yom Kippur services, at 5:55 pm. Kol Nidre services started 6:00. That was a very quick change from shorts into a skirt and blouse!</div><div><br /></div><div>This was a much smaller Synagogue than the one in Salt Lake City. They don't have a rabbi or cantor but had imported a cantor for the High Holidays. He was very young and "baby-faced" but had a very good voice. He looked about 22. (I was to find out later, he WAS 22!).</div><div><br /></div><div>The Kol Nidre service lasted almost 3 hours. Then when I went to try to find the campground I had picked, I found all the streets leading to it were blocked off. There was a big motorcycle convention of some sort in Reno, just ending that Sunday night, but the streets were still all blocked off. I picked another campground (not in the middle of town) and put the address into my GPS. This one I was able to get to, but it was after 10:00 by the time I got parked.</div><div><br /></div><div>On Monday morning I drove back to the Temple. They had Yiskor in the morning which I liked better than having it late in the afternoon. At 1:45 they stopped for a break. I went out to the Roadtrek and immediately fell asleep. The afternoon services began at 5:00 and went until 7:40 pm. The Cantor admitted he was "stalling" and adding extra things so we wouldn't be done until one hour after sunset, which, I found out, was when you were supposed to break the fast, not at sunset like we always did at home. After the final Shofar call, we all went into the social hall for a wonderful dairy break-the-fast dinner. After filling my plate at the buffet line, I randomly picked a table to sit at. After talking for a bit with my table mates, it turned out they were the parents of the cantor. They are members of Temple Emanu-el and their talented son David, who lives in New York, was invited (hired?) to come chant the High Holiday services. They told me that after his Bar Mitzvah he had decided that he really liked reading the Torah and chanting and so he studied privately with a cantor and learned all the melodies, etc. He went to Brandeis and led the Hillel High Holiday Services the whole time he was there. His "day job," as his father called it, was as an account analyst for some company in New York. He does High Holiday cantoring just "for fun." Anyway, I thought that was all very interesting and quite a bit different from the usual clergy I've seen officiating at High Holiday services. He (David) joined us at the table a little later. Also a bit strange to hear the Cantor being called "David" and acting like a regular kid sitting next to his parents.</div><div><br /></div><div>I went back to the campground after the dinner and went to sleep (relatively) early; fasting all day really knocks me out.</div></div>Auntie Suehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04333441402712786129noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5035188578927262577.post-25059250133181534012009-10-02T01:49:00.000-07:002009-10-02T02:23:36.646-07:00Saturday, Sept. 26<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuU9RnpRj0Bil6YYCm7a_OtZpl3EbqqSfhtyWEdOzYxuFeizrAmIFlyAHica9cAqkpbFjvRXNAVNbpcPrfM_hWOw_3o6pPWDYEdi8wD-eOX5R2Rj_VEe7dey-S8Cl7v_DDrHwAYRYkIK6x/s1600-h/Kennecott+sign.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuU9RnpRj0Bil6YYCm7a_OtZpl3EbqqSfhtyWEdOzYxuFeizrAmIFlyAHica9cAqkpbFjvRXNAVNbpcPrfM_hWOw_3o6pPWDYEdi8wD-eOX5R2Rj_VEe7dey-S8Cl7v_DDrHwAYRYkIK6x/s320/Kennecott+sign.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387927591640571362" /></a>Before leaving the Salt Lake City area today, I drove the 31 miles to the Kennecott Copper Mine. It is an active open-pit copper mine. It is the second largest copper producer in the United States (what's the first?) and the pit is the largest manmade excavation on earth (2.5 miles across and 3/4 of a mile deep) and can be seen by the space shuttle astronauts as they pass over the United States.<div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsy-ljCERxB5aqUZCi7-oMDzzk7snvnaE-7xOs3rCDjl2adPZQrelSm9-w0aWYGN2vOwD4QBOV2h1vQ7Lwza3i5jBcXWmsTAS-RLb1dofE_3sprimddvKCTFan7VtCV_WJOpvvnKDTOkEN/s1600-h/Kennecott+mine.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsy-ljCERxB5aqUZCi7-oMDzzk7snvnaE-7xOs3rCDjl2adPZQrelSm9-w0aWYGN2vOwD4QBOV2h1vQ7Lwza3i5jBcXWmsTAS-RLb1dofE_3sprimddvKCTFan7VtCV_WJOpvvnKDTOkEN/s320/Kennecott+mine.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387925805620682594" /></a><br /><div><br /></div><div>This is a view from the Visitor's Center on the rim of the mine. You can see the concentric circles around the walls of the mine; these are the spiral roads the monstrous trucks use to bring the ore from the bottom of the mine to the top. You can see some of the trucks coming out in this picture. The trucks are HUGE, each carrying 255 tons of ore!</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6jx6avljvhj3toAg3LwRp7MeHRNk_goZwR3WB8Cp4wl4MtJcbDDZrGpUgLaOuqCY042c0hLgDvFCq7QwFvb7IC4PrHRglGe0__e1ZVZFLkR8I8a1xbPYKvbypDs0PxI6u0YiFyqtQ4ifU/s1600-h/picture+of+mine.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6jx6avljvhj3toAg3LwRp7MeHRNk_goZwR3WB8Cp4wl4MtJcbDDZrGpUgLaOuqCY042c0hLgDvFCq7QwFvb7IC4PrHRglGe0__e1ZVZFLkR8I8a1xbPYKvbypDs0PxI6u0YiFyqtQ4ifU/s320/picture+of+mine.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387925345594207762" /></a><br /><div><br /></div><div>This is a picture of a picture in the visitor center that shows an aerial view of the mine; I couldn't fit it all in one picture from the rim where I was standing.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixBVPaQF5vhzPYi0jEGQdP-ZdvPJHWE9Woe374KPOSfX1s1ecjAFkMGAtom0K0m4Q_OSlt7a3vMoauyT8tam1g8vDpvrw6_fXtULJit0Gm4igZbbbI0O8fBbVbQIoOGVfhbB9b3hQLCJ22/s1600-h/native+copper.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixBVPaQF5vhzPYi0jEGQdP-ZdvPJHWE9Woe374KPOSfX1s1ecjAFkMGAtom0K0m4Q_OSlt7a3vMoauyT8tam1g8vDpvrw6_fXtULJit0Gm4igZbbbI0O8fBbVbQIoOGVfhbB9b3hQLCJ22/s320/native+copper.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387924071808288674" /></a><br /><div><br /></div><div>This is what ore containing copper looks like when removed from the mine. They set up blasting charges every day to break up the rock into pieces small enough to be hauled out. Then there follows a complicated process to separate the copper (as well as the gold, silver, and molybdenum "contaminants") out from the "waste rock."</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgoBi-Dl-UzzWNmfRaKQkaiy5hXWzkTjZCMBRx3bSkcayhaM42F201SWLsef0nmDJS0mdMQ4A9mAYnzsCPQA8Pg3dA4hYXL3PovLdavIZ9izXBa-YRPzt3eeTgP1IsH-lWxFyNZ0DTwzC0q/s1600-h/tire+size.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgoBi-Dl-UzzWNmfRaKQkaiy5hXWzkTjZCMBRx3bSkcayhaM42F201SWLsef0nmDJS0mdMQ4A9mAYnzsCPQA8Pg3dA4hYXL3PovLdavIZ9izXBa-YRPzt3eeTgP1IsH-lWxFyNZ0DTwzC0q/s320/tire+size.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387922422653024962" /></a><br /><div><br /></div><div>This shows the huge size of the tires on the ore-moving trucks. They (the tires) are 12.5 feet tall! It takes one ton of ore to produce 13 pounds of copper. 400,000 tons of material are removed daily, one-third of which is ore.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>By the time I was done visiting the mine (and the gift shop), it was almost 6:00 so I got a really late start on my travels this day. I drove 4 hours straight until I got to Elko, Nevada, where I spent the night.</div></div></div></div></div>Auntie Suehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04333441402712786129noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5035188578927262577.post-20368698021706900662009-10-02T01:14:00.000-07:002009-10-02T01:32:14.329-07:00Friday, Sept. 25<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitb6xaXon3_gOQn_C9HmAgJlnBlHR44_k9mDO-94DYEJEydcrHaD73N4s4r1hrc8nUopdN2c4PNLQRhYW3nbQ0UA9Ad6_MTje_r4TGVmobm01a1S3J48_ZxCQiza02jIWvnAa2S630aM3r/s1600-h/campsite+at+koa.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitb6xaXon3_gOQn_C9HmAgJlnBlHR44_k9mDO-94DYEJEydcrHaD73N4s4r1hrc8nUopdN2c4PNLQRhYW3nbQ0UA9Ad6_MTje_r4TGVmobm01a1S3J48_ZxCQiza02jIWvnAa2S630aM3r/s320/campsite+at+koa.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387913992829424178" /></a>This is my campsite at the KOA in Salt Lake City. Not too exciting, except that it was in the shade--- something the dogs really appreciated, especially when they were being left in the Roadtrek for up to 11 hours (yesterday) at a time! I was a little ways away from the others because I didn't want to move from the space I had gotten for the 5 days prior to the rally.<div><br /></div><div>Today (our last day) in the Library, I worked on the Bordewichs (Dave's mother's side of the family). I did find a few new things, straightened out a bit of the lineage, and confirmed that Henry Bordewich, Dave's great-grandfather, was the consul general from the United States to Norway, as well as several other civil positions. He also served in the Civil War but I didn't have time to look at the extensive Civil War records. Maybe next time....<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQKU7Bu-l9ug_28SXIulxeidFquAzefIyIuo_5ktZ9RNfIpfQrqmtiYM-x5Baleb-mgEnG5QtwFowjmY-L5KkILnQ-xfzkPT2Dj9uKpcSk7EY8ZJwAsuad1iNtDixSDmbgqdilNB_FKRFX/s1600-h/potluck+dinner+1.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQKU7Bu-l9ug_28SXIulxeidFquAzefIyIuo_5ktZ9RNfIpfQrqmtiYM-x5Baleb-mgEnG5QtwFowjmY-L5KkILnQ-xfzkPT2Dj9uKpcSk7EY8ZJwAsuad1iNtDixSDmbgqdilNB_FKRFX/s320/potluck+dinner+1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387913847344019058" /></a><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>For our last night at the Rally, we had a potluck dinner. It's kind of nice to have such a small rally for a change where you can really get to know everybody. </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1j-IZOWTqn7JQpANtMErBqZIpKiz_kwMgkIlEjegiRNHmR5NP6aKrnC16JVGYlQtlE3kyIFeJSm7U71JcahSXU5064SL1jsnqtAYeMcwmMEBpqWX94ts_Qm9_5nGK-MRrcCT95YLl7b1k/s1600-h/potluck+dinner+2.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1j-IZOWTqn7JQpANtMErBqZIpKiz_kwMgkIlEjegiRNHmR5NP6aKrnC16JVGYlQtlE3kyIFeJSm7U71JcahSXU5064SL1jsnqtAYeMcwmMEBpqWX94ts_Qm9_5nGK-MRrcCT95YLl7b1k/s320/potluck+dinner+2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387913706904633458" /></a><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMDNDYgH8MSfX7kfp1zIIGmTzo9eHix0DWcuESluxyYaGmKTTKIntpf_Elej9bPokznHauBZvXusnhvtKXgSva1-gzVtQTcCqjoocWFW1NInN0kJmLIwZ9YgBhO4v0I4arkA86H6_I9kYR/s1600-h/birthday+boy.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMDNDYgH8MSfX7kfp1zIIGmTzo9eHix0DWcuESluxyYaGmKTTKIntpf_Elej9bPokznHauBZvXusnhvtKXgSva1-gzVtQTcCqjoocWFW1NInN0kJmLIwZ9YgBhO4v0I4arkA86H6_I9kYR/s320/birthday+boy.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387913382026808658" /></a><br /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>For dessert we had a surprise birthday cake for Ed. Ice cream, too!</div></div>Auntie Suehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04333441402712786129noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5035188578927262577.post-42893247283690575472009-10-02T00:50:00.000-07:002009-10-02T03:09:07.258-07:00Thursday, Sept.24<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCleLltHS06P24SV0dYGxdFU9BXWt2d1S0FsOQrF9QLhgU_n9GscfxpWNrsvIbr0C-ELYfkOl-Xl9egyUvj_lbImb1uehkkLqBewyISwmRvWSWYM85dzE8rGaqUfcqi2O9gr9KDrYdJRyK/s1600-h/dinner+at+JBs.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCleLltHS06P24SV0dYGxdFU9BXWt2d1S0FsOQrF9QLhgU_n9GscfxpWNrsvIbr0C-ELYfkOl-Xl9egyUvj_lbImb1uehkkLqBewyISwmRvWSWYM85dzE8rGaqUfcqi2O9gr9KDrYdJRyK/s320/dinner+at+JBs.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387907726871635634" /></a>Today at the Library, I worked on Dave's father's side of the family, which I think we had the least amount of information on before coming here. Unfortunately, we still have the least amount on it as I again didn't find out too much new stuff. Actually, I made copies of lots of documents (today and the other days) and maybe when I get home and have a chance to review and digest it all, I will find some little tidbits of new info.<div><br /></div><div>Today, after working in the library, we all walked a couple blocks to a restaurant called "JB's" and had dinner there together. Afterwards, we walked back to Temple Square and joined a long line of people outside the Tabernacle waiting to go in and hear the 8:00 pm rehearsal of the Mormon Tabernacle Choir.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhF-dvDWm6mNwYetrSJ2-XwMw0QjRV9ewqjXy3rjxq9MGeelfsO3SSdX1aqefJX03AMaoirf81GARwDBZzh1USXHUcnYZ7_gn6GOT12Q5OrL8uUUkZXVnCqzREFCDibpCK8Mx-gU-5xhDIn/s1600-h/Mormon+Tabernacle+choir.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhF-dvDWm6mNwYetrSJ2-XwMw0QjRV9ewqjXy3rjxq9MGeelfsO3SSdX1aqefJX03AMaoirf81GARwDBZzh1USXHUcnYZ7_gn6GOT12Q5OrL8uUUkZXVnCqzREFCDibpCK8Mx-gU-5xhDIn/s320/Mormon+Tabernacle+choir.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387907522774104370" /></a><br /></div><div>On this night, the entire symphony was practicing along with them (not sure they always do). I guess they were practicing what they were going broadcast this coming Sunday morning. All rehearsals, performances, and broadcasts are free and open to the public. It was quite something to see --- and hear. </div><div><br /></div><div><i>[I will try to post a short video of this rehearsal so you can get an idea of what it sounded like --- much better in person inside the Tabernacle, of course. ]</i><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdO9dw5-17rTQgELmOyFLw9S3Evoe-zSUNYaWtARfIHa5PHjLa-9vTLfF7mHCZ8QBYnj0tqN07DG1b18bBLFfyT4Pp59EwwmfDXDH6JCN6jMC3uzTbjyzrDaRUX4HTm5u55vGx6DEhBEFK/s1600-h/Mormon+Tab.+Choir+2.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdO9dw5-17rTQgELmOyFLw9S3Evoe-zSUNYaWtARfIHa5PHjLa-9vTLfF7mHCZ8QBYnj0tqN07DG1b18bBLFfyT4Pp59EwwmfDXDH6JCN6jMC3uzTbjyzrDaRUX4HTm5u55vGx6DEhBEFK/s320/Mormon+Tab.+Choir+2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387907371765655538" /></a><br /></div><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dzB9EFCiXEDM6Jpfmc0QHEw_UiY6AX5lMGKnS9yU2wx7KkAsOYwYpQopsTvYeFeeRwUazbWxNS3iiyC16-I4Q' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe>Auntie Suehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04333441402712786129noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5035188578927262577.post-14944480306036465952009-10-01T22:37:00.001-07:002009-10-01T23:47:35.047-07:00Monday - Wednesday, Sept. 21-23<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfkZSgJA4cmQdf2fbzKSSZWMzVmJBXHw9QeoxLXZhYJ6Nqj5gigxbgSndsW9VBOY8ZdHy0k99dHVG-9aEJQ6R74X2pSqIOq_1-J1K9rvknzmUVeOYS7uK36ILXsqi8W6L3VaHc_uyw1O9U/s1600-h/Nancy+%26+Pat.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfkZSgJA4cmQdf2fbzKSSZWMzVmJBXHw9QeoxLXZhYJ6Nqj5gigxbgSndsW9VBOY8ZdHy0k99dHVG-9aEJQ6R74X2pSqIOq_1-J1K9rvknzmUVeOYS7uK36ILXsqi8W6L3VaHc_uyw1O9U/s320/Nancy+%26+Pat.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387883608956072402" /></a>Monday was the day our Salt Lake City Genealogy Roadtrek Rally was to start (why I was in Salt Lake City in the first place). This picture is of Nancy Emmert (left) and Pat Manning, the two expert genealogists who were leading the Rally. They've been doing it for 20+ years and try to get to the Family History Library in Salt Lake City, which is the largest genealogical library in the world, at least once a year for a week or two. Nancy is a licensed genealogist and has numerous "clients" she works for, besides her own considerable family research (she has traced one line of her family back to the Mayflower!). The rally turned out to be a rather small one, with only 8 Roadtreks and a total of 14 people, 12 of whom were going to do genealogy research (Pat and Nancy's spouses just "came along for the ride.") At 5:00 on Monday we got together to meet each other and had pizzas and salad delivered which we devoured at a couple picnic tables at the KOA campground where we were all staying.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiElC23sRX_sRsFMnYrrZkUc_aV6eJsvYZjB6RGtfelRt6rwQqPCrjXUi94JHdyVzzd0KrXo3xuEAcBfU1BWbfxZYH4GLKiujaGzSocjMJCR3phHe-0859FE7l2ULtTbGe92e3lzNj571v7/s1600-h/group+in+front+of+library.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiElC23sRX_sRsFMnYrrZkUc_aV6eJsvYZjB6RGtfelRt6rwQqPCrjXUi94JHdyVzzd0KrXo3xuEAcBfU1BWbfxZYH4GLKiujaGzSocjMJCR3phHe-0859FE7l2ULtTbGe92e3lzNj571v7/s320/group+in+front+of+library.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387882661178323058" /></a><br /><div>The next day (Tuesday) was our first outing to the Library.</div><div><br /></div><div>This is our group outside the Family History Library in Salt Lake City (next to Temple Square). I think it was good that it was a small group because us newcomers could get more individualized help from leaders Pat and Nancy.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifVjexDVFowfasR0zqnDl8nTFTSbuN50ayEwZqtwTmHykQ6kUdsMR04WR3ANNeZSpU87HVcKIHLlGoFjbkPELSce5Kvclpc8QPmPWWHTg2krSUwtQ7DIMpdznyCqejbZvlLtkplU7e1a8i/s1600-h/925+clock.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifVjexDVFowfasR0zqnDl8nTFTSbuN50ayEwZqtwTmHykQ6kUdsMR04WR3ANNeZSpU87HVcKIHLlGoFjbkPELSce5Kvclpc8QPmPWWHTg2krSUwtQ7DIMpdznyCqejbZvlLtkplU7e1a8i/s320/925+clock.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387878681854111986" /></a><br /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>I took this picture to prove to you that I am, when required, able to get up at 7:00 am, meet the group for breakfast at 8:00, get a ride over to the Library, and be ready for our orientation at 9:30 am!</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjW9iW9YFUYFI3bBFlhA3O3qDWxbA44SKUoG713WvoP6SZXb-YrS3Y7ywxgk29eGrrc-y6rdmWt-id-6Zdp5ys7twgZh6h-qhbZUjtW5pntPSAmBq_Y0fv0dRaRFSPEHl39ardU7okuUQl_/s1600-h/computer+room.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjW9iW9YFUYFI3bBFlhA3O3qDWxbA44SKUoG713WvoP6SZXb-YrS3Y7ywxgk29eGrrc-y6rdmWt-id-6Zdp5ys7twgZh6h-qhbZUjtW5pntPSAmBq_Y0fv0dRaRFSPEHl39ardU7okuUQl_/s320/computer+room.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387875302079289650" /></a><div>There are 5 floors in the library. Each has rows and rows of computers (PCs, unfortunately for us Mac users) for you to do your main search work on. They have free access to many subscription Web sites (e.g., Ancestry.com), plus sites specific to the Family History Museum. You can also bring your own laptop to use if you want. Then, depending on which floor you're on, there are over 2.4 million microfilms and over 750,000 microfiche on file and hundreds of film readers to view them on. Also, over 300,000 books. Another great feature is that they have missionaries available who can read and translate almost any language the material you are looking at is in! Finding the particular microfilm you want was quite easy --- they are VERY organized there. And help is just a raised hand away. </div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqSLUg12LbJOyYe3k_Y0CmURK5IFUKvUolLkQDcxuSv4QKtbgY4JClyPQvz_8V6uvgFS6QDyoeNufrJ281RQbs3au8Ll86S_5n2bYWM-qz3ii_RnZOigCK7IqsOfYnVgm18rqTxNDgVJMT/s1600-h/sue+at+computer.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqSLUg12LbJOyYe3k_Y0CmURK5IFUKvUolLkQDcxuSv4QKtbgY4JClyPQvz_8V6uvgFS6QDyoeNufrJ281RQbs3au8Ll86S_5n2bYWM-qz3ii_RnZOigCK7IqsOfYnVgm18rqTxNDgVJMT/s320/sue+at+computer.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387874236082595490" /></a><br />And this is me, hard at work on a computer. I spent Tuesday researching my mother's side of our family tree. I had done the most work on the Silbers and Gottliebs before I came here and I didn't really find too much new information. I did learn how to find the records I wanted to search, though, and how to use the microfilm readers and copiers. This doesn't mean that there isn't tons of information available in the Library on Silbers and Gottliebs, just that 6 hours isn't nearly enough time to devote to a specific search.<br /><div><div><br /></div><div><div>Wednesday I spent on my father's side of the family, trying to find information besides what I already knew about the Sitzers and Michelsteins. Again I didn't find too much about them, but I did find something exciting: While searching through a translation of the Hebrew writing on some gravestones in a Jewish cemetery in Iasi, Romania (where I knew they were from), I found a listing for a "Barash" buried there. My Uncle Sam Barash, whom I had just spent a week with in New York, I knew was from Romania and he was a journalist during WWII and has written at least 7 books since then. The translation given for this gravestone said that Yehuda Barash was a physician and a great writer who had written many books in Hebrew and Romanian. I couldn't wait to e-mail Uncle Sam this information and find out if this was a relative of his!</div><div><br /></div><div>This last picture is what projected microfilm looks like. It's big enough, but sometimes the handwriting on it is very hard to read --- even if it's in English, which, of course, it isn't always. If there is no index on the records you're looking at, you have to scroll through every page in the document until you, hopefully, find what you are looking for. I wondered if you could go blind by scanning microfilms all day ('cause that's what it FELT like!)</div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqXzUJTLAqifmGes0aPfa5Y2I_X6BOwfVPH20rnaxN5zfI0tfQ6hLcClXpM-Rj85w2fLcRa5fGjC3ILxVoorlAko62Ei2tZm6FB9N2C3xwR6vQnYakEx2fDr-HeJAfwFasSp1MfOQqbs4a/s1600-h/microfilm.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqXzUJTLAqifmGes0aPfa5Y2I_X6BOwfVPH20rnaxN5zfI0tfQ6hLcClXpM-Rj85w2fLcRa5fGjC3ILxVoorlAko62Ei2tZm6FB9N2C3xwR6vQnYakEx2fDr-HeJAfwFasSp1MfOQqbs4a/s320/microfilm.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387872987365275986" /></a></div></div></div></div></div></div>Auntie Suehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04333441402712786129noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5035188578927262577.post-70532988542696202022009-09-30T00:14:00.000-07:002009-09-30T01:16:43.103-07:00Sunday, Sept. 20 - Part II<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijihZfv-Oi7N6CqC2-lsTLHxS7fQn0oG1jTZhOOFQDMyM7oOEztXRA0CYPkzKqEjuqcQIztk9P_QG0o3ntQmTwM6LwvJi_yF7WyxQ1PSS0rCCO3VqmaB0blfZhsSVHbByVH8iRy1cEmmAm/s1600-h/*temple+square+sign.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijihZfv-Oi7N6CqC2-lsTLHxS7fQn0oG1jTZhOOFQDMyM7oOEztXRA0CYPkzKqEjuqcQIztk9P_QG0o3ntQmTwM6LwvJi_yF7WyxQ1PSS0rCCO3VqmaB0blfZhsSVHbByVH8iRy1cEmmAm/s320/*temple+square+sign.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387168076954139602" /></a><br /><div><br /></div><div>After our tour of the Conference Center, Lois took me over to Temple Square. This is where the Mormon Temple, the Tabernacle, and other important Church-related buildings are located. There is a high wrought-iron fence running around the Square and it is locked at night. During the daytime it is open and hundreds of Mormon missionaries volunteer there, providing information and leading tours of the Square as well as individual tours of each building. We were happily surprised to see this on a Sunday afternoon (I had been afraid the buildings might not even be open on Sunday!)</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPhozdgafRIJRmZzd7QrktbrdcXyDU3mYcKc8XzYy-7NvkRNO_fCXWsVIBYVNIg6iLyfZ9vfsqZpNknrXpCyFdeFjqGDtVmGuM__6mJfTYAlfzrzV3mAgMqv6HtALdcF37ikI83I27M2dy/s1600-h/*flowers.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPhozdgafRIJRmZzd7QrktbrdcXyDU3mYcKc8XzYy-7NvkRNO_fCXWsVIBYVNIg6iLyfZ9vfsqZpNknrXpCyFdeFjqGDtVmGuM__6mJfTYAlfzrzV3mAgMqv6HtALdcF37ikI83I27M2dy/s320/*flowers.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387167063673163554" /></a><br /><div><br /></div><div>These are some of the many flower beds in Temple Square. The flowers throughout the area are dug up and new ones planted every 6 months. Lois says it's an amazing sight. There are "garden tours" but we didn't take any. The colors and varieties, even this late in the summer, were lovely.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgu-R3zyZFtYiBOylr-ax32OcGgvB6CJVtfhXGlejNarG-RQ3K3q5SOMrm4qx-1IBBL5lZZuvbGpn6Y8AwAMwbihEri7uSzwFInaqyY-V0WcDigm4fp-zTq_LDkEvxent3n3oFpZGLk0kM/s1600-h/*tabernacle.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgu-R3zyZFtYiBOylr-ax32OcGgvB6CJVtfhXGlejNarG-RQ3K3q5SOMrm4qx-1IBBL5lZZuvbGpn6Y8AwAMwbihEri7uSzwFInaqyY-V0WcDigm4fp-zTq_LDkEvxent3n3oFpZGLk0kM/s320/*tabernacle.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387164128129771202" /></a><br /><div><br /></div><div>This is the outside of the Tabernacle, where the Mormon Tabernacle Choir performs each Sunday (when they're not off touring the world) and where the program "The Spoken Word" is broadcast from each Sunday, except in the summer months when the crowds are so big they have to use the Conference Center. We got a free tour (actually ALL the tours were free, and there seemed to be many missionary guides available in every building we went into --- and this was late on a Sunday afternoon.). As part of the tour, they demonstrated the amazing acoustics of this building by dropping a pin at one end and we could easily hear it at the other end! The building was designed this way so that a prophet giving a speech could be heard easily by all the thousands of people there to listen to him, before microphones were invented. There is a large organ in here also, but not as large as the one in the Conference Center.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoUUZfcvr4P-U3xZTlZi_4UBjGZPQcO-M5uLPzETGDZFm9kJQmOZHw7jOwa-3EAsXl-04Byj4WiN7AW7oSAnkG37Pe9YJwgX3XUp47YlpP1oHzjR3FRsFnJmqF03NFSAWyEwdLJiVJJjnm/s1600-h/*temple1.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoUUZfcvr4P-U3xZTlZi_4UBjGZPQcO-M5uLPzETGDZFm9kJQmOZHw7jOwa-3EAsXl-04Byj4WiN7AW7oSAnkG37Pe9YJwgX3XUp47YlpP1oHzjR3FRsFnJmqF03NFSAWyEwdLJiVJJjnm/s320/*temple1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387162553994427890" /></a><br /><div>"Temple Square" would not be complete without a Temple, so here is the great Mormon Temple of Salt Lake City. It is not where they go to pray, but rather a very holy place that only the most religious and "good" Mormons can enter for special ceremonies such as baptism or weddings. There is one in La Jolla, California, near my house. I remember getting a tour of the inside after they built it and before the final purification rites were performed, after which only Mormons in good standing with the Church could gain entrance. It was very beautiful and peaceful inside, as I'm sure this one is too.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYgbXM9e-lAVEZFCsA6P89CTs46cLEsYNAQfILm2DXhIqWzmF9EjVn_IDEn0TkQHg37Guo0Sjgu-u4CKwojcFnkHhANbO8h359vde8xLSol9DkHU1KN-Ocomj4UMSKGGB5_WdkpiOiL5Yf/s1600-h/*temple2.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYgbXM9e-lAVEZFCsA6P89CTs46cLEsYNAQfILm2DXhIqWzmF9EjVn_IDEn0TkQHg37Guo0Sjgu-u4CKwojcFnkHhANbO8h359vde8xLSol9DkHU1KN-Ocomj4UMSKGGB5_WdkpiOiL5Yf/s320/*temple2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387161260623658322" /></a><br /><div><br /></div><div>Here is another view of the Temple. It has 6 spires with a gold-leaf statue of the the angel Moroni on the top of the main one. (Moroni is the one who gave the "Book of Mormon" to Joseph Smith who then started the religion. There is a statue of him on top of the Temple in La Jolla too; maybe it's on all Mormon Temples?</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlGdG3OlOeQL9k6N3_yjYL5bvkyVIBCVpgI9M34Hx-eGgGyP0JfViTFZc9CHGPlVvpKIj9PSOYuBcLFPwl1EfarGz1Isu9bhD7gdwIKcl2x0T0rarQOKGjbhSq0vb4D58LY5VB5eaYpxxD/s1600-h/*artsy+temple.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlGdG3OlOeQL9k6N3_yjYL5bvkyVIBCVpgI9M34Hx-eGgGyP0JfViTFZc9CHGPlVvpKIj9PSOYuBcLFPwl1EfarGz1Isu9bhD7gdwIKcl2x0T0rarQOKGjbhSq0vb4D58LY5VB5eaYpxxD/s320/*artsy+temple.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387160598825787346" /></a><br /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>I call this my "artsy" shot of the Temple. There was a nice breeze blowing the grass to the side and it just BEGGED to be the foreground of a Temple picture. So here it is...</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgH12k_3N5qi5CElC31ALUxqUo-_POhzPcGy_GXQD2Cry24shMPPwpn7t59viwzPcrhDTYufJZ7I7ujBfa2o7MBVwxy2k27Xxs9AbDDrUi-ME_bXTudx1K6nR051N3nNbqwf1Kh5mPVVgSv/s1600-h/*admin+bldg.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgH12k_3N5qi5CElC31ALUxqUo-_POhzPcGy_GXQD2Cry24shMPPwpn7t59viwzPcrhDTYufJZ7I7ujBfa2o7MBVwxy2k27Xxs9AbDDrUi-ME_bXTudx1K6nR051N3nNbqwf1Kh5mPVVgSv/s320/*admin+bldg.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387159782087920738" /></a><br /><div><br /></div><div>This is the Administrative Building for the Mormon Church (more properly called the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints). It's a big organization!</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggQSXBi3jBWwUv9-N1Jpns1z3YnOlFEi0BsKVtG8MZqK-P592GpOITw7mSeH2A2d7-_F8HN1PNI8uSYxodFQHPqh0zNFxcGCF_OEILk8cIuA9bZnDFMyeeJ3tSWDbL6jMCGggQUjTg_EMZ/s1600-h/*Bringham+Young%27s+dining+room.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggQSXBi3jBWwUv9-N1Jpns1z3YnOlFEi0BsKVtG8MZqK-P592GpOITw7mSeH2A2d7-_F8HN1PNI8uSYxodFQHPqh0zNFxcGCF_OEILk8cIuA9bZnDFMyeeJ3tSWDbL6jMCGggQUjTg_EMZ/s320/*Bringham+Young%27s+dining+room.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387158699277242210" /></a><br /><div><br /></div><div>One of the buildings we were able to get a tour of was called "The Lion House." It is where Brigham Young and his large family lived after he brought his people to Salt Lake City. This is the family dining room.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOodUQ9ZYI3h9CwAYWHzijim8ECem3jfkFAjGe64vUNN6wKDTrAkkwOq6Wpkagru1jmtRVgkAMNJ4O18wYYMDnTKCVQXN0GjWe7oFW9gY322f-NLjwzOVwnL30ZYbikahUogpmzmBi6N42/s1600-h/*Jewish+star+bldg.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOodUQ9ZYI3h9CwAYWHzijim8ECem3jfkFAjGe64vUNN6wKDTrAkkwOq6Wpkagru1jmtRVgkAMNJ4O18wYYMDnTKCVQXN0GjWe7oFW9gY322f-NLjwzOVwnL30ZYbikahUogpmzmBi6N42/s320/*Jewish+star+bldg.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387157744850738274" /></a><br /><div><br /></div><div>This is called the "Assembly Building." I was surprised at the Star of David (Jewish 6-pointed star) on this building and asked one of the guides about it. She said it wasn't a Star of David, just a star design that the Mormons sometimes used. She said that the circle inside it made it "not a Jewish star." I'll take her word for it.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>After we finished touring Temple Square, we drove a short distance to "Little America," a hotel and restaurant not too far away where we had a lovely dinner and talked for a long time. It was a wonderful visit with Lois and I am very grateful to her for taking the time to show me around this major part of the city. Not only did I enjoy seeing all the famous buildings, but I learned a lot about the Mormon faith which I really didn't understand before. Although all the Missionaries we met were eager to provide information on the religion (with the hope that you would ultimately convert), I did not find them to be overbearing or annoying which I understand they can sometimes be. I thoroughly enjoyed the afternoon and evening.</div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Auntie Suehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04333441402712786129noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5035188578927262577.post-41728117006687753062009-09-27T00:49:00.000-07:002009-09-27T03:26:57.552-07:00Sunday, Sept. 20 - Part I<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1M1v7x5H2bs8Jxk00xiAAxbh4NUbncVsLPj9HbVCDbqCFNpoBV_PoxhlKs3iuCQUc9sfN6Q8azlLYD6Lh8lFmuLeE-pHk8dd03LPcRSYUeVsABa-aY9nkt3mxDVripeQrCqk_CHg2j9hc/s1600-h/*Lois%26gardens.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1M1v7x5H2bs8Jxk00xiAAxbh4NUbncVsLPj9HbVCDbqCFNpoBV_PoxhlKs3iuCQUc9sfN6Q8azlLYD6Lh8lFmuLeE-pHk8dd03LPcRSYUeVsABa-aY9nkt3mxDVripeQrCqk_CHg2j9hc/s320/*Lois%26gardens.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386087421005310194" /></a>This morning I went to second day Rosh Hashana services at Kol Ami. Rabbi Rosen led the services today. I did see several people I met yesterday at the luncheon and spoke with several of them after the services ended.<div><br /></div><div>I went back to the KOA and waited for my friend, Lois Allred (a neighbor from Cascade Street who moved away about 20 years ago and eventually settled in Salt Lake City), to come pick me up. She was going to give me a little tour of the city. It turned out to be an amazing afternoon.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-1JTpSfQfTBEupFarVKbzt-7RHpWiuXRIxbRrBS2rxDuniMMtdMo9oRueC4uZdF5q2daPa7kS4w5zpMs8jCCp2T2MjqLbGJ58HeoGobGC1lIb83O64F56JIHeyN1gcCfCBoXr9cpBY8xY/s1600-h/*Sue+in+front+of+Conf+center.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-1JTpSfQfTBEupFarVKbzt-7RHpWiuXRIxbRrBS2rxDuniMMtdMo9oRueC4uZdF5q2daPa7kS4w5zpMs8jCCp2T2MjqLbGJ58HeoGobGC1lIb83O64F56JIHeyN1gcCfCBoXr9cpBY8xY/s320/*Sue+in+front+of+Conf+center.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386084459770458082" /></a><br /><div><br /></div><div>We started our tour at the new Mormon Conference Center. This is a HUGE building right next to Temple Square. It was built primarily to house the biannual world general conferences of the LDS Church. We were able to get a free 45-minute tour of the building. This picture is me standing outside one of the entrances; I liked the waterfall here.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdSkr4PafynUKOZY2OQhPtuBy2uq0KQqy7BkWsQlW1oLgWKmblw78cjMalgev2JEkGdC0Kkc6aH47wIKjB2NYpoyxjLqBfVD6wXU2J02hGsOzRdrRb3kw1OPJ18GiLJlrJiGMMOB_OOe3j/s1600-h/*underside+of+skylite.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdSkr4PafynUKOZY2OQhPtuBy2uq0KQqy7BkWsQlW1oLgWKmblw78cjMalgev2JEkGdC0Kkc6aH47wIKjB2NYpoyxjLqBfVD6wXU2J02hGsOzRdrRb3kw1OPJ18GiLJlrJiGMMOB_OOe3j/s320/*underside+of+skylite.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386082732463925266" /></a><br /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>This is the underside of one of the skylights in the building. Pretty neat, huh?</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTxeHES4X4KcXi8n70oGgM1cMpKnXU9gvQG-9W8QWZVYLifKStReAu1-YJaGoP0lAaR3BDc1IN7SFa2hjT49JhZc8pLwgD6gvuobbhT2199mD4HzkCRqrA_38QJYx0fF4VjjRCiPkZLZ90/s1600-h/*floor+inside+conf+center.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTxeHES4X4KcXi8n70oGgM1cMpKnXU9gvQG-9W8QWZVYLifKStReAu1-YJaGoP0lAaR3BDc1IN7SFa2hjT49JhZc8pLwgD6gvuobbhT2199mD4HzkCRqrA_38QJYx0fF4VjjRCiPkZLZ90/s320/*floor+inside+conf+center.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386075338642844226" /></a><br /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Inside the Conference Center, the corridors are spacious and beautiful. The same style of lights is used throughout; I thought they were rather pretty.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuWfUSF4Hf01HggkqDr4Y5QKknOoEEHCnSp1VEKkFFBEdO-MECwRJhdKfm0kPTSFZAf4Nwc3xZ8a-EyhTVY7DzqsLsdSP2lraP97Ns2CCbR2xfMhZFs3J3phRUeXPd2pb-SVaeBrmi9DtL/s1600-h/*crystal+fountain.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuWfUSF4Hf01HggkqDr4Y5QKknOoEEHCnSp1VEKkFFBEdO-MECwRJhdKfm0kPTSFZAf4Nwc3xZ8a-EyhTVY7DzqsLsdSP2lraP97Ns2CCbR2xfMhZFs3J3phRUeXPd2pb-SVaeBrmi9DtL/s320/*crystal+fountain.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386074160437816498" /></a><br /><div><br /></div><div>This is a really beautiful crystal fountains in one of the corridors. Be sure to enlarge and scroll down to see it all. The little thing that looks sort of like a flame floating in space above it, is part of it too.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi86nB3QT6kPpwCQem8VCXX0TmlOv465xSub_C6xVDSCl8c49voYiMd4p0f_bEaWyjdEMh6NcYec-X6mX6es1xZbQFcf2V0lJWHD7KhVAITVlqGyc7vSCZ7qUULPFgUrYHRBTsQDjnj_GyC/s1600-h/*painting+in+conf+center.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi86nB3QT6kPpwCQem8VCXX0TmlOv465xSub_C6xVDSCl8c49voYiMd4p0f_bEaWyjdEMh6NcYec-X6mX6es1xZbQFcf2V0lJWHD7KhVAITVlqGyc7vSCZ7qUULPFgUrYHRBTsQDjnj_GyC/s320/*painting+in+conf+center.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386073278881045570" /></a><br /><div><br /></div><div>One of many hundreds of paintings in the Conference Center. Almost all the artwork in the building depicts some aspect of Mormon history or beliefs.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvLH4fAYjWshvaPWzJcp4xDYIaZFf1OkjDwJXuptz17PjXp49kn9KhHl3u33s8hACmWdfcHUUUP5ZuTgZ6oF30azXczcst2lZyAU57ZwVwY1FenoAm6lpO1Q5JZflBuS_mofmW3Orri8Ff/s1600-h/*conf.+center+book+pic.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 249px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvLH4fAYjWshvaPWzJcp4xDYIaZFf1OkjDwJXuptz17PjXp49kn9KhHl3u33s8hACmWdfcHUUUP5ZuTgZ6oF30azXczcst2lZyAU57ZwVwY1FenoAm6lpO1Q5JZflBuS_mofmW3Orri8Ff/s320/*conf.+center+book+pic.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386069445733878466" /></a><br /><div><br /></div><div>I have to admit, I cheated here: this is not a picture I took, but a "picture of a picture" in a brochure. This auditorium in the Conference Center holds 21,000 people --- without a pillar or obstacle to obscure the view from any seat! It is massive, and beautiful, and there is no way I could photograph it with my camera. At the left you can see the large pipes of the organ and just below them is the seated Morman Tabernacle Choir. The main use of the auditorium is to house the twice-yearly world-wide Mormon Conference. Also, during the summer months, the Choir does their Thursday rehearsal and Sunday broadcast of their music and "The Spoken Word" from here because of the large number of people who come to hear it. The space is also rented out to other large groups for meetings.<div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrX0zETihnX0RLSDZF6K2fsRCMXN5zzzHAqcRFaOuUUyQp86cqeo24bUzEB0gv1qHIuOMInZ48DP03iMbiEy-Wp5-w7SI8XqCvJmMnmeBtu2JBnKMBlhKiq1oXVbA_jlNS7vuCwNJFsiPF/s1600-h/*Lois+on+roof.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrX0zETihnX0RLSDZF6K2fsRCMXN5zzzHAqcRFaOuUUyQp86cqeo24bUzEB0gv1qHIuOMInZ48DP03iMbiEy-Wp5-w7SI8XqCvJmMnmeBtu2JBnKMBlhKiq1oXVbA_jlNS7vuCwNJFsiPF/s320/*Lois+on+roof.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386064443349858706" /></a><br /><div><br /></div><div>This is Lois on the roof of the Conference Center. The trees planted up here are part of the massive gardens on the roof. A special type of low-density, light-weight (about 1/3 the weight of normal) soil was developed to be used in the gardens on the roof. (Remember, this massive garden, including all the trees, is on the roof of a building with no supporting pillars!)</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0T8McQaz6IvPi_9n69Vka3pcj4EBYvbiqGKQAPGEUEWhCvbW2ftOvtbWDlG7UgQHDZc_gy6-9GO-G4f8ASELtrZPiyzTckfVtvu5loagejw5Jrt2v2LE3yAYL29e_peGh2KRcumuhX70n/s1600-h/*prairie+garden.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0T8McQaz6IvPi_9n69Vka3pcj4EBYvbiqGKQAPGEUEWhCvbW2ftOvtbWDlG7UgQHDZc_gy6-9GO-G4f8ASELtrZPiyzTckfVtvu5loagejw5Jrt2v2LE3yAYL29e_peGh2KRcumuhX70n/s320/*prairie+garden.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386060428135218530" /></a><br /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>This, believe it or not, is also on the ROOF of the conference center! It is part of the several-acre garden planted on the roof. This part is planted to represent what the native prairie grasses looked like when Brigham Young arrived here with the Mormons in 1847.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQUh-yzUzxBcdFOc9A3I5RJWNKmrKxZGoaiVHlXSsPC8iF4iq7NGM3V0mU8_BLlNU0C3xRE1k18WBb5TinvfM-6KGM8z61lo5Uw2d8shnFO_UF3_skzbFW6Z3Gs9g5ih2UtwBA3fJwTmSD/s1600-h/*capital+bldg.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQUh-yzUzxBcdFOc9A3I5RJWNKmrKxZGoaiVHlXSsPC8iF4iq7NGM3V0mU8_BLlNU0C3xRE1k18WBb5TinvfM-6KGM8z61lo5Uw2d8shnFO_UF3_skzbFW6Z3Gs9g5ih2UtwBA3fJwTmSD/s320/*capital+bldg.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386059309145211250" /></a><br /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>This view is from the Conference Center roof. The state capitol building can be seen behind the reddish building which is the McCune Mansion --- a house "built by a railroad magnate for his wife at the turn of the century and was constructed from materials gathered from all over the continent."</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiH_mVbA1Bh1sqOnzTsbHGbzJbXsHFdfqeXFiEVejwLAOJMBEyA1uklfPl8dslzulPP8IOH4DbRJZZ41CoTxGl40pzf7OnpvInVOFqUSWR7ssS3p9eMr_eITd0tBo8m2-cR9a19fIhNjqGD/s1600-h/*outside+fountain.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiH_mVbA1Bh1sqOnzTsbHGbzJbXsHFdfqeXFiEVejwLAOJMBEyA1uklfPl8dslzulPP8IOH4DbRJZZ41CoTxGl40pzf7OnpvInVOFqUSWR7ssS3p9eMr_eITd0tBo8m2-cR9a19fIhNjqGD/s320/*outside+fountain.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386058341631454258" /></a><br /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>I thought this was one of the fountains on the roof, but now (a week later, unfortunately), I think it was on the grounds outside the Conference Center.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7fUf-gWffkN_XEJx6CaU5xuKqAdEgz1dJM82K0aBgWNpwk_vCofsPCbktmJ5x-XbOQqrFrbNQTvajd7fBpDHMB4odgxKHx8os2wArIR4ww6OhN_P2YKR8usTQT6gDDc4qUBl6RRUsQiYv/s1600-h/*mural+behind+fountain.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7fUf-gWffkN_XEJx6CaU5xuKqAdEgz1dJM82K0aBgWNpwk_vCofsPCbktmJ5x-XbOQqrFrbNQTvajd7fBpDHMB4odgxKHx8os2wArIR4ww6OhN_P2YKR8usTQT6gDDc4qUBl6RRUsQiYv/s320/*mural+behind+fountain.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386056101433675794" /></a><br /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>I'm not certain, but I think this mural is on the side of the "Relief Society Building." I thought it was kind of neat. You'll have to click on it and make it bigger to read the inscription.</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; ">[The tour continues in Part 2; it's too hard to put so many pictures in one post.]</span></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Auntie Suehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04333441402712786129noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5035188578927262577.post-62239758505562626162009-09-21T15:22:00.000-07:002009-09-21T15:38:42.393-07:00Saturday, Sept. 19 - Rosh Hashana<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXJ75DizUrAXKna4429wjhGVAd1P22SersNI4UUbcsmqQfAyNh7YaSgk20FwKgcw62_toHXjvVpxfiAn_805ldFTMA_TqmUdbR3rZRO7OT9jt6D1aszDidwrAHB-XI1IpZ1GHpsG7xFS6C/s1600-h/Sue+at+Kol+Ami.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXJ75DizUrAXKna4429wjhGVAd1P22SersNI4UUbcsmqQfAyNh7YaSgk20FwKgcw62_toHXjvVpxfiAn_805ldFTMA_TqmUdbR3rZRO7OT9jt6D1aszDidwrAHB-XI1IpZ1GHpsG7xFS6C/s320/Sue+at+Kol+Ami.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384052352791403490" /></a><br /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Kol Ami is a combination Reform/Conservative temple. Today they had separate services for the two. I went to the Conservative Services which were led by a different rabbi as Rabbi Rosen was leading the Reform services. He was pretty good, plus we had the Cantor, choir, and organist. It was nice.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoKC4pFbJGQ3SlXnDKLVi3I-pN5E_Fp-qYgSCRkvPQj_UZrI67jSI6cxetYJFs9qQqvxQ6_JnLAnQB0Nwd6Qa1PJgLdYdRYDwUx7osWfXvQcNNqFgJtrAdpFFz5MVKY0Ch71tR2nTzhClA/s1600-h/luncheon+house.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoKC4pFbJGQ3SlXnDKLVi3I-pN5E_Fp-qYgSCRkvPQj_UZrI67jSI6cxetYJFs9qQqvxQ6_JnLAnQB0Nwd6Qa1PJgLdYdRYDwUx7osWfXvQcNNqFgJtrAdpFFz5MVKY0Ch71tR2nTzhClA/s320/luncheon+house.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384049923572214370" /></a>After the services ended, everyone was invited to attend any one of a dozen potluck dairy luncheons at various members houses. This was so nice, especially for an out-of-towner like me. I randomly chose the home of Sara and Eric Shapiro, which turned out to be a lovely, large home on the top of a hill with a gorgeous view of the valley on all sides. There were about 50 people there and they were all so friendly. I met several very interesting people, enjoyed the food and conversations and left feeling almost like I was a member of Kol Ami. I am looking forward to seeing my new friends at services tomorrow!<div><br /></div><div>Tonight there was a huge thunder and lightning storm over the mountains. At the campground we only got some wind and a little rain, but it was really neat to watch from my cozy little house. I took some movies of it but no still photos. Sorry.</div></div>Auntie Suehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04333441402712786129noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5035188578927262577.post-61893197792100575542009-09-21T14:44:00.000-07:002009-09-21T15:18:54.888-07:00Friday, Sept. 18<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhIwgY3Pfvcnr-7u8qZaZoYYlwHku-rgqUlX0cxvhUUsRpmwC6m-9oZm2FDOYnZA6JOcg5bEeDJJEURcRzCs7cdU5uNbi-5Rr5MY2sD-7F1Qy_CtENirU6GNfvqlpmodT09JzH_qESceay/s1600-h/sugar+glider.jpg"></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiR0hwH0yjJFnAK7hjJTWjahhmWAFHanvMC270k2dZnaor7Jue5S4Yur2KKpkOpKU7gRMnLDrvTtkH8mHHKtdlZS_EknatZx-JDuyrqbPpPMLcF04hio0U7vvvrnMIyL0KCXuFMpEn7mMqu/s1600-h/state+fair+sign.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 109px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiR0hwH0yjJFnAK7hjJTWjahhmWAFHanvMC270k2dZnaor7Jue5S4Yur2KKpkOpKU7gRMnLDrvTtkH8mHHKtdlZS_EknatZx-JDuyrqbPpPMLcF04hio0U7vvvrnMIyL0KCXuFMpEn7mMqu/s320/state+fair+sign.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384046385512952530" /></a>The KOA Campground I am staying at happened to be right next door to the Utah State Fairpark. This was the last weekend of the Fair and, as I had a mostly free day, I decided to walk over there and see what it was all about. It was about a mile walk to the gate even though it was next door, but not too bad.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrMBQe_aJUh3xqQaE86bLRIZZixfJ5cF1zrBpYFkVkbS7iMLDgmj339LBgxUlDgMazaKluqp9FsJ7DaNbfzxOI_arLEI-xeQN30AS9WBG7XFBS-OoSCTvThge_pQbBXXTM_34KSZpDSqzG/s1600-h/cloud+at+fair.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrMBQe_aJUh3xqQaE86bLRIZZixfJ5cF1zrBpYFkVkbS7iMLDgmj339LBgxUlDgMazaKluqp9FsJ7DaNbfzxOI_arLEI-xeQN30AS9WBG7XFBS-OoSCTvThge_pQbBXXTM_34KSZpDSqzG/s320/cloud+at+fair.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384045325070119314" /></a><br /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>I am still fascinated by the colors and forms the clouds take out here. Some musician was playing "Ghost Riders in the Night" as this ghost rider cloud rose across the valley.</div><div><br /></div><div>Okay, I know, I'm not supposed to be looking at clouds today...</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhIwgY3Pfvcnr-7u8qZaZoYYlwHku-rgqUlX0cxvhUUsRpmwC6m-9oZm2FDOYnZA6JOcg5bEeDJJEURcRzCs7cdU5uNbi-5Rr5MY2sD-7F1Qy_CtENirU6GNfvqlpmodT09JzH_qESceay/s320/sugar+glider.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384047710063315586" style="float: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;">This is a sugar glider, a small, cute marsupial they were selling (along with cages, food, toys, and supplies for them). Apparently they had just become legal to sell in Utah. No, Kelly, they are not legal to own in California.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;">and I have no idea why this paragraph is printing in blue!</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><br /></span></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2blTbMAyCPSoH2-xNXIMf7vixByht1sgeTgoDjk5cPfKQT1r4rtnyWkW1Xb3-GQxRuUUzVvQE5oLtbywpoyZUiN2E_7AtwvfnqKLUQJwwXuSb5E9uMTanepA0DB8lHmdunp7mxDj0tp2O/s1600-h/fair+flowers.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2blTbMAyCPSoH2-xNXIMf7vixByht1sgeTgoDjk5cPfKQT1r4rtnyWkW1Xb3-GQxRuUUzVvQE5oLtbywpoyZUiN2E_7AtwvfnqKLUQJwwXuSb5E9uMTanepA0DB8lHmdunp7mxDj0tp2O/s320/fair+flowers.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384044904909980498" /></a></div><div><br /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>There was a nice, but small, flower display.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvqVu8FSU6ezbVyeNkS8SuMjKq_LarX6P6ze_kcV30UNZZfKV6yNTew1JMlwAKOIPh_gV_xyjOJJw3Oalv8Ho7ggAadpamg12wmBCmoEPdrmn660l7l8ycOtP6KRQ74_fvGOvtm0EjgKq3/s1600-h/pigs.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvqVu8FSU6ezbVyeNkS8SuMjKq_LarX6P6ze_kcV30UNZZfKV6yNTew1JMlwAKOIPh_gV_xyjOJJw3Oalv8Ho7ggAadpamg12wmBCmoEPdrmn660l7l8ycOtP6KRQ74_fvGOvtm0EjgKq3/s320/pigs.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384044587079248178" /></a><br /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>There were pigs....</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvR-4qWMkDs9QWzajypUTsxx2YylcJbBHMx8ACruAd_85zbDGqqb_qATyemsdPqmOEogRyLVYYci3B0oGDwLg6HGlCJMvQGs-XKeWwprFOOKAPzOzy6iJxINNz7GyZTpd_H99BBAE3lygk/s1600-h/lambs.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvR-4qWMkDs9QWzajypUTsxx2YylcJbBHMx8ACruAd_85zbDGqqb_qATyemsdPqmOEogRyLVYYci3B0oGDwLg6HGlCJMvQGs-XKeWwprFOOKAPzOzy6iJxINNz7GyZTpd_H99BBAE3lygk/s320/lambs.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384044280143120050" /></a><br /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>....and lambs (or sheep?)</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_qA0MefQHj6HTNBBhb6EqtIYZUR5nPVcaGYSBau0Nk0nLlg6Glia6vF6H_ubqDEW1VdLHLp3OSURa4Yf2VK79DfValUYEgOTDcLjUPul6-r6zd9lR-oCIlyA_KJO_n02OJvSm9gHV4LNt/s1600-h/butter+cows.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_qA0MefQHj6HTNBBhb6EqtIYZUR5nPVcaGYSBau0Nk0nLlg6Glia6vF6H_ubqDEW1VdLHLp3OSURa4Yf2VK79DfValUYEgOTDcLjUPul6-r6zd9lR-oCIlyA_KJO_n02OJvSm9gHV4LNt/s320/butter+cows.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384043907684123554" /></a><br /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>... and dancing cows. However, these were made from 1200 pounds of sweet cream butter.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjU53oIXt3BHRy_agrKISebiTsTNSA9vWv7IwcHU0b0vH2-J-hSgX_USXBy1RmM5B6Y3VOWjdZImq6PtCCdsFz7msOMdx2A6Rl8t4tnLLcBuCOG1K41Hommi0Q_fw0rnwkJEMLL7nZO_SQ/s1600-h/dark+clouds.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjU53oIXt3BHRy_agrKISebiTsTNSA9vWv7IwcHU0b0vH2-J-hSgX_USXBy1RmM5B6Y3VOWjdZImq6PtCCdsFz7msOMdx2A6Rl8t4tnLLcBuCOG1K41Hommi0Q_fw0rnwkJEMLL7nZO_SQ/s320/dark+clouds.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384043050623888674" /></a><br /><div><br /></div><div>The beautiful cumulus clouds from earlier in the day had gradually turned to dark, menacing clouds by the time I was ready to leave. On the mile walk back to the campground, it was quite windy and started to rain but it never got too bad and didn't last very long.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOzd7iRSviJz5GOyNmJD6QHZ98kJa5HDPhFaW8AaAgF6DKknsuZkGRRdlnRyX1q6PfBUY1DMaX49OQ_dr8B8vcZ3hT3xhjwVZ-5i2dJiggsm7PbwdGy7wDF6LzWakOksGtz_CaAWDpxF28/s1600-h/stuff+from+fair.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOzd7iRSviJz5GOyNmJD6QHZ98kJa5HDPhFaW8AaAgF6DKknsuZkGRRdlnRyX1q6PfBUY1DMaX49OQ_dr8B8vcZ3hT3xhjwVZ-5i2dJiggsm7PbwdGy7wDF6LzWakOksGtz_CaAWDpxF28/s320/stuff+from+fair.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384042500018294530" /></a><br /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>I'm not sure how I managed to find so many things to buy, but I did. Now, where am I going to put it all????</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYb2QyyGQb0m0Un1mp2fMkjl1pKOmqYP7bx2yI15JGf8iRbR8oaHlqAiQmPyOxv57kOnRQ1pRRJxywVa7RXVL3JoXKZVF0JmhrelxfM8IllQzK-qQRMXGa4BWVGlf0Xv9ue2worirhEfix/s1600-h/apples+and+honey.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYb2QyyGQb0m0Un1mp2fMkjl1pKOmqYP7bx2yI15JGf8iRbR8oaHlqAiQmPyOxv57kOnRQ1pRRJxywVa7RXVL3JoXKZVF0JmhrelxfM8IllQzK-qQRMXGa4BWVGlf0Xv9ue2worirhEfix/s320/apples+and+honey.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384040372274239714" /></a><br /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>After getting back to the KOA, I hastily changed clothes, had my own private Erev Rosh Hashana dinner of apples and honey (for a "sweet New Year), and drove over to Congregation Kol Ami, a conservative Jewish synagogue at which I had made arrangements to attend High Holiday services.</div><div><br /></div><div>The evening service was led by Rabbi Rosen, a past rabbi at Valley Beth Shalom in Encino, CA, whom Carol Neumark had told me about. In addition to her, there was also a Cantor, a choir, an organist, and a violinist. I enjoyed the service a lot. Most of the melodies they used were the same as at my home synagogue which made me feel even more "at home."</div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Auntie Suehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04333441402712786129noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5035188578927262577.post-70581888831174609892009-09-17T21:29:00.000-07:002009-09-17T23:05:55.926-07:00Thursday, Sept. 17<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdEjLcD4hWcVhFNW9yF6zQfbYnuNExcScjsYqY3cdKhhFnI_dsT9yTwrNWdm69Z7UUKBCjHPmgiSvEx8eCLRdd8DNAfHTzCsq5dbZ4ifLH_t83J0etHz3UPx0lJTfNaxbzN_bByfIQr5tm/s1600-h/Aikins.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdEjLcD4hWcVhFNW9yF6zQfbYnuNExcScjsYqY3cdKhhFnI_dsT9yTwrNWdm69Z7UUKBCjHPmgiSvEx8eCLRdd8DNAfHTzCsq5dbZ4ifLH_t83J0etHz3UPx0lJTfNaxbzN_bByfIQr5tm/s320/Aikins.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382663929726859106" /></a><br /><div><br /></div><div>This afternoon I went to visit some old friends who live in the Salt Lake City area: Barbara and Bob Aikin. Barbara was Charley Cochrane's head tech(nician) when I started working for him at Scripps in 1969. We worked together there for a number of years until Barbara retired in the late 70's (I think). We've kept in touch over the years and seen each other occasionally at various events. When I was in Salt Lake City two years ago, I was able to visit with Barbara briefly (Bob wasn't home). This trip I had more time to spend and we had a very nice visit all afternoon and then went out to dinner.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNDiuslQdYc9tMJGS3fwOiJ6iVybrsa1VgTOUUXQBQA0n5tZ3s-YemfS1KB7Uz6ccbEOi-kUS9ruhq9e3Bb2LUlX2RNE4ShjOG8e7ZaD-NgC90zQ9BC-TOaAwVvvBYKTTIAeoPaVHKu_9x/s1600-h/Bob+Aikin:war+momentos.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNDiuslQdYc9tMJGS3fwOiJ6iVybrsa1VgTOUUXQBQA0n5tZ3s-YemfS1KB7Uz6ccbEOi-kUS9ruhq9e3Bb2LUlX2RNE4ShjOG8e7ZaD-NgC90zQ9BC-TOaAwVvvBYKTTIAeoPaVHKu_9x/s320/Bob+Aikin:war+momentos.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382663780233630258" /></a><br /><div>Bob was in the Army during WWII, stationed in Germany, and had a very interesting collection of weapons (knives) he had gotten while he was over there. There was also a very interesting coin collection that he acquired from from a German soldier. Their display also showed the various medals Bob had gotten, including a bronze star.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbgN6UtC0hVLAhIHGOih5h3fti2TLIkFNr7t_S8_4nVB_FSoxsjUgFl6Lldgfx083Tkc1a38Oidv3xRuNNNvweMOjvzDesA-yeAgWX54NB-Nq-6kRFqxspUBWFNna9q9JSjdXCfMA-d2-U/s1600-h/sunset+1.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbgN6UtC0hVLAhIHGOih5h3fti2TLIkFNr7t_S8_4nVB_FSoxsjUgFl6Lldgfx083Tkc1a38Oidv3xRuNNNvweMOjvzDesA-yeAgWX54NB-Nq-6kRFqxspUBWFNna9q9JSjdXCfMA-d2-U/s320/sunset+1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382663571402764066" /></a><br /><div>On our way back from dinner, the sun was just going down and the clouds and mountains formed a gorgeous picture that changed by the minute as the sun set. The clouds took on pastel hues and almost blended into the mountains. I am still a little confused as to why these clouds were pink and purple and looked for all the world like the sun was setting behind them, when, in reality, we were looking due east! Barbara assured me the sun was setting in the opposite direction and that these colors were the reflection of the sun's rays off the clouds and the mountains. Maybe the soft pastel colors were because of this and normally I have viewed the sun setting behind the clouds, rather than on the opposite side of the horizon. Anyway, for whatever reason, the cloud colors were beautiful tonight.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpbgqcbeSeh0f8gUH1PRmYnLJZ7APEtXI1gkYJOG7M2eiPtWdtbeGnDRd7I6B4F4rahzgB_3IpIzLaCdc0kbU5WxOhRKb3XFLIXzQW5nZgoz6GKDnFBDaHuP0u6pRmINMHpRuW9yRgwkVS/s1600-h/sunset+2.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpbgqcbeSeh0f8gUH1PRmYnLJZ7APEtXI1gkYJOG7M2eiPtWdtbeGnDRd7I6B4F4rahzgB_3IpIzLaCdc0kbU5WxOhRKb3XFLIXzQW5nZgoz6GKDnFBDaHuP0u6pRmINMHpRuW9yRgwkVS/s320/sunset+2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382663361034739410" /></a><br /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>The white color on the tops of the mountains is not snow, just light-colored rock.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3B8pa46FK2oK1dVOQYuPie4pDjiO3VSBSFyHsKmGx64yRilcllxNQhFODqjyWGjlxA7jiYTgLTx1peNIcStdhd-6W4d9f8o2x_XbMsD4Mad3bJQVFyYKdnrwuhrczViVAvCqjyGqwinlD/s1600-h/enhanced+sunset.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3B8pa46FK2oK1dVOQYuPie4pDjiO3VSBSFyHsKmGx64yRilcllxNQhFODqjyWGjlxA7jiYTgLTx1peNIcStdhd-6W4d9f8o2x_XbMsD4Mad3bJQVFyYKdnrwuhrczViVAvCqjyGqwinlD/s320/enhanced+sunset.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382662584247080322" /></a><br /><div><br /></div><div>Now, if I used the "sunset" setting on my camera, the subtle pastel colors became a vibrant, reddish-orange which was more like the sunset colors I'm used to seeing, but, truthfully, I kinda liked the pastel hues better (and they were what we were actually seeing.)</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6xIZJjWotGqNGVmoj1_n4r_12BWZvi7HZfyb0KUYjooVkiddnUEAhRkMC1feplstyEWLrnJVMJNGE6rSe5CgFJuX843Dh3fAKDEezU4l1Nyvl9RCWXwI9plm9Jc5yUXk8EG4NU5wqu0MC/s1600-h/sunset+thru+window.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6xIZJjWotGqNGVmoj1_n4r_12BWZvi7HZfyb0KUYjooVkiddnUEAhRkMC1feplstyEWLrnJVMJNGE6rSe5CgFJuX843Dh3fAKDEezU4l1Nyvl9RCWXwI9plm9Jc5yUXk8EG4NU5wqu0MC/s320/sunset+thru+window.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382660332181520034" /></a>This is the view through the car window. It was so beautiful, I just couldn't stop.</div><div><br /></div><div>(and I still think the sun might have been glowing behind those clouds --- see the bright circle of light just to the left of center?)<br /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div></div></div></div></div></div>Auntie Suehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04333441402712786129noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5035188578927262577.post-61279629944025725682009-09-17T01:24:00.000-07:002009-09-17T01:51:05.954-07:00Tuesday - Wednesday, Sept. 15-16<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIcls5NVcXen5eT7_WhxT3EEdGvPD8NVUjXe2klQLg4FHgLCHNoEKXrpb1DjFfhP5MtQu03lqwoHVipup6MweHw4VaiNZKV1X-qPjCS0hTJJuV9xgwrOiirInb0bLNmbEiC7b5xwKhQOfA/s1600-h/**low+cloud+ceiling.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIcls5NVcXen5eT7_WhxT3EEdGvPD8NVUjXe2klQLg4FHgLCHNoEKXrpb1DjFfhP5MtQu03lqwoHVipup6MweHw4VaiNZKV1X-qPjCS0hTJJuV9xgwrOiirInb0bLNmbEiC7b5xwKhQOfA/s320/**low+cloud+ceiling.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382355394477534978" /></a><br /><div><br /></div><div>Leaving Laramie on Tuesday, I drove through intermitant rain showers all day. This is what I would call "a low cloud ceiling" picture.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1XMzaQKH6r-ZDDsLs5jbwKC79hhGFJxlXJFXJv9N0J9nTIBmdc6c8S4Hn3uJGLVPLsFLSVZFzZ5lY7TxTriKE3yiboOgKRYbxAqPixpfRFvTwKKHJTeP8f8ePHz0NQBWM_ENH3H0XQhba/s1600-h/**enhanced+rainbow.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1XMzaQKH6r-ZDDsLs5jbwKC79hhGFJxlXJFXJv9N0J9nTIBmdc6c8S4Hn3uJGLVPLsFLSVZFzZ5lY7TxTriKE3yiboOgKRYbxAqPixpfRFvTwKKHJTeP8f8ePHz0NQBWM_ENH3H0XQhba/s320/**enhanced+rainbow.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382354756731200418" /></a><br /><div><br /></div><div>This beautiful partial rainbow guided me today. I was trying to get to the pot of gold (easy to find with my metal detector, I figured) at the end.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEju5K3JVAOgeJUYPQKknHbajj9CYdd7iNO38H0E-5HiOdnCkGZosU2s1B4eXVXRbtu7_z4wQXKP87jvXpx0H2iWW25lD_TJfWx4x9LQBI900AwXy9PTk05TGRMp69n5nsKXanrcVrlHr23y/s1600-h/**rainbow.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEju5K3JVAOgeJUYPQKknHbajj9CYdd7iNO38H0E-5HiOdnCkGZosU2s1B4eXVXRbtu7_z4wQXKP87jvXpx0H2iWW25lD_TJfWx4x9LQBI900AwXy9PTk05TGRMp69n5nsKXanrcVrlHr23y/s320/**rainbow.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382354322516264418" /></a><br /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>And this is the same picture as above --- without hitting the "enhance" button on the computer. Now, I ask you, is that cheating?</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYxu2NwlwYuzJXuvDiNrj5MliFcRGlQIxU2EDLuJO8gjP-I4kNVATzomRoz_n5j3VjNqCGUq9xOFu_RLS1VtgIexmmi6JiRZtzbWfMhqj1JkT9SDb0mnwJuwRGuwpLo3Y2JXsCm9nSvtHC/s1600-h/**grass%26rainbow.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYxu2NwlwYuzJXuvDiNrj5MliFcRGlQIxU2EDLuJO8gjP-I4kNVATzomRoz_n5j3VjNqCGUq9xOFu_RLS1VtgIexmmi6JiRZtzbWfMhqj1JkT9SDb0mnwJuwRGuwpLo3Y2JXsCm9nSvtHC/s320/**grass%26rainbow.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382353820442259762" /></a><br /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>This was taken at the campground I spent Tuesday night at in Rock Springs, Wyoming. You can see a little bit of a rainbow if you look closely.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTJX6JVv3qiAu1JGa454RbxelGDPJUN-AnYBIsYbXV4aoWNAbj9QKurOhr9VHW1Jy380Q4otWsc98r_J3JKfoQARAtz4AgUX4-W2Pf7cSTTBtQf8gXkI6Y13I6i1OxASmm2IzO3w8rrp5w/s1600-h/**rock+scenery+1.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTJX6JVv3qiAu1JGa454RbxelGDPJUN-AnYBIsYbXV4aoWNAbj9QKurOhr9VHW1Jy380Q4otWsc98r_J3JKfoQARAtz4AgUX4-W2Pf7cSTTBtQf8gXkI6Y13I6i1OxASmm2IzO3w8rrp5w/s320/**rock+scenery+1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382352624330663266" /></a><br /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Travel on Wednesday, from Rock Springs, Wyoming, to Salt Lake City, Utah, had fewer clouds (and rain) and more rocky landscapes.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSYgVW9ZNwJkrH8bkTfRXwYIDA49z-OX1RQXHWydjTVxWudaD1NzpTfj68bo2hD6cOWF5QMeBtqjQuOZuNmGRyx9mtteQ-W2f32ZIiaWt1nDkebPmWULPkIN_q5hf3YzPvVJhbeT5leQLt/s1600-h/**rock+scenery+2.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSYgVW9ZNwJkrH8bkTfRXwYIDA49z-OX1RQXHWydjTVxWudaD1NzpTfj68bo2hD6cOWF5QMeBtqjQuOZuNmGRyx9mtteQ-W2f32ZIiaWt1nDkebPmWULPkIN_q5hf3YzPvVJhbeT5leQLt/s320/**rock+scenery+2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382352182745096226" /></a><div>Interesting rocks kept popping up...</div><div>Quick --- grab the camera!</div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFTv4jAlBzbNYJpGJYnsjbnAZieO8RF_8FBrn6x5AS2IC3FAMeW5ON_cWltMy9mGZH-MllO0AMQh5FWcRgRojI7cigyDOgLCWWW7H0rf_xtDk5Rhl0QO9x_GF2kMgbSlmj6uyvWkwakqZ_/s1600-h/**rock+scenery+3.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFTv4jAlBzbNYJpGJYnsjbnAZieO8RF_8FBrn6x5AS2IC3FAMeW5ON_cWltMy9mGZH-MllO0AMQh5FWcRgRojI7cigyDOgLCWWW7H0rf_xtDk5Rhl0QO9x_GF2kMgbSlmj6uyvWkwakqZ_/s320/**rock+scenery+3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382351440077659138" /></a><br /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Another of the beautiful rock formations along the highway (Interstate 80). You can really see the striations in these, indicating, of course, the different layers of sediment layed down over time.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhA9l_TC_iGLPnUv1potVlvN0RLu5KG0TI25x7ydVmjEy55wpruv5W0YFZJS-_fKLpu-McrUGod6B3VU3JvVPtt1SWyWYz3ZNaoAMaNTqMcfgLIRgmJKxBp3q1Jb3TJY8UMv0mrVhefzPU0/s1600-h/**rest+area.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhA9l_TC_iGLPnUv1potVlvN0RLu5KG0TI25x7ydVmjEy55wpruv5W0YFZJS-_fKLpu-McrUGod6B3VU3JvVPtt1SWyWYz3ZNaoAMaNTqMcfgLIRgmJKxBp3q1Jb3TJY8UMv0mrVhefzPU0/s320/**rest+area.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382349822360499906" /></a><br /><div><br /></div><div>This was my lunch/rest stop today (Wed.). It was about an hour before I got to Salt Lake City.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>I checked into the KOA in Salt Lake City where we will be having the Genealogy Rally next week. The two couples leading this rally are already here. We went out to dinner together at a little Mexican restaurant next to the KOA. </div><div><br /></div><div>I am here 5 days early because I want to see some friends that live in the area and Rosh Hashana starts Friday night and I don't want to be traveling during the High Holidays. I've made arrangements to go to services at a local synagogue (yes, they have a Jewish population in Salt Lake City!)</div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Auntie Suehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04333441402712786129noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5035188578927262577.post-75046432818192232842009-09-14T19:39:00.000-07:002009-09-14T20:59:33.794-07:00Sat., Sun, Mon., Sept. 12-14<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5s-Lbtjae_DV2yYe7RlHlpwUm_XxFMDcxm-uMDiP0KUzKYRdufWqyomQR26o1UGAVf_2CFBoeWQ-dR5MeY5eT79xKK8H7FcmiQVKdVhshvtS008TUFYgqY8TWeaKsBjuQ8I7DPHYd1uwx/s1600-h/502+Chastains.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5s-Lbtjae_DV2yYe7RlHlpwUm_XxFMDcxm-uMDiP0KUzKYRdufWqyomQR26o1UGAVf_2CFBoeWQ-dR5MeY5eT79xKK8H7FcmiQVKdVhshvtS008TUFYgqY8TWeaKsBjuQ8I7DPHYd1uwx/s320/502+Chastains.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381527209398772354" /></a>Drove all day Saturday through the rain but made it safely to the Chastains in Colorado Springs by 6:00 pm. It was great to see Betty again. We talked, ordered out for pizza for dinner, and enjoyed watching the animals all check each other out.<br /><div>This is Betty and David Chastain, with Mollie (larger dog) and Maggie (smaller dog). (Their two cats are missing from the picture). Betty is a friend from the past at Scripps (she was an Administrative Assistant). We were at Scripps together for about 20 years (many memorable back-packing trips together!) until she and her husband David moved to Colorado Springs 10 or 15 years ago. Two years ago when I passed through Colorado Springs, I spent a couple days with them. That time Wayne Halsey, another friend of ours from Scripps who lives 100 miles away in Fort Collins came down for dinner but, unfortunately, Wayne couldn't make it this time.</div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVbmQVJe7BhaSdsD31oI1WAY3N0RtYYvLI3UiPlb_kruWZTjyYPQByZqN_9I0-mWX__3FZYHhLFSieLaDIFawJWwLzvWJsnEqZwFSV_EnDp0azKw-XgXoivPLw5UKoBiYVjifivWrhE99R/s1600-h/490+Mollie+%26+Juliet.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVbmQVJe7BhaSdsD31oI1WAY3N0RtYYvLI3UiPlb_kruWZTjyYPQByZqN_9I0-mWX__3FZYHhLFSieLaDIFawJWwLzvWJsnEqZwFSV_EnDp0azKw-XgXoivPLw5UKoBiYVjifivWrhE99R/s320/490+Mollie+%26+Juliet.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381526403595485954" /></a><div>The four dogs and two cats did quite well together, although, given a choice, my Maggie preferred to stay in the Roadtrek, under the table. Their little Maggie wasn't feeling too well. Sunday night they took her to an emergency animal hospital where they diagnosed early congestive heart failure. Hopefully the medication they gave her will be effective.</div><div><br /></div><div>Juliet and Mollie check each other out...</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1lQtxvHo2G00aKNwS4_uY3gtAyIRVhHx88-lvwQSsli2dZfyLYPvhDv_yrKRy9iinnxVxXdzQ19iQQSPsFkTGGEzMIDXobjmZzAquVCSrXGTB0ne8uaiyfabjg_iCsryjfMynFA11xONn/s1600-h/Juliet+%26+Mollie.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1lQtxvHo2G00aKNwS4_uY3gtAyIRVhHx88-lvwQSsli2dZfyLYPvhDv_yrKRy9iinnxVxXdzQ19iQQSPsFkTGGEzMIDXobjmZzAquVCSrXGTB0ne8uaiyfabjg_iCsryjfMynFA11xONn/s320/Juliet+%26+Mollie.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381525032822054050" /></a><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /><div>...and decide to be friends. Juliet made herself right at home --- in the "other Maggie's" bed.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAxCvcan220odb9CAySFWn8NidaaAXgdyYQkkg6bbP6QKXD6Qy5inx8Dk1UdBGtdn4CSJif1LC6uw9xk4jSNloZemuwhmj35a4LQF5OM2CU-Dw-L-0V-wiOLeqZNOWkhc9wDYfPp8PJtht/s1600-h/494+Betty+quilt.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAxCvcan220odb9CAySFWn8NidaaAXgdyYQkkg6bbP6QKXD6Qy5inx8Dk1UdBGtdn4CSJif1LC6uw9xk4jSNloZemuwhmj35a4LQF5OM2CU-Dw-L-0V-wiOLeqZNOWkhc9wDYfPp8PJtht/s320/494+Betty+quilt.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381522488712138818" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>Betty retired last year and now has more time to spend on quilting, one of her many talents. (Although with volunteering for the American Cancer Society and the Colorado Springs Mineral and Mining Museum, I'm not sure she really has more time than when she was working!)<br /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEih8QjwoOZcRU3kBchK9uYxP8R1Caya_BC6tUe5VbGHLCTA0tBpotDBJQ1m6J5kz-qOmiOTp1aXEtGfAWJMhH9iaGVPx33Np7wRgh00aRWKa43m1GHh3zBGEJJjcdKg_SnyIoZiVkBfYLVK/s1600-h/500+cake+dog.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEih8QjwoOZcRU3kBchK9uYxP8R1Caya_BC6tUe5VbGHLCTA0tBpotDBJQ1m6J5kz-qOmiOTp1aXEtGfAWJMhH9iaGVPx33Np7wRgh00aRWKa43m1GHh3zBGEJJjcdKg_SnyIoZiVkBfYLVK/s320/500+cake+dog.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381520372419358002" /></a><div>Dog cake in the grocery section of the Air Force Academy Commisary where Betty and I did some shopping on Sunday. (David is retired military so they can shop at the base Commisary which has prices much lower than regular grocery stores---and no tax). I didn't buy the dog. </div><div><br /></div><div>We also went to Barnes & Noble Bookstore so Betty could get a book for her plane ride --- to San Diego --- on Tuesday. I thought I might get another book on tape to listen to while I drive, but I was informed that is ancient history at their store --- all modern cars have CD players, not cassette players. My Roadtrek, like me, is "ancient," I guess.</div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgm84R246yf4SNaHiS2W-esFAvmVX-sb3YAdYPzV4_-X1ro0vcSe76Gib0QCJOVxaJzHughJHxMQ6ulTpUDPnIYg4Pn5tvneuW0QW4Qqi7tz96Nn3NzVzRwdFjTGMsevpXW_xvCQW7pBQ0o/s1600-h/516rocksbyroad.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgm84R246yf4SNaHiS2W-esFAvmVX-sb3YAdYPzV4_-X1ro0vcSe76Gib0QCJOVxaJzHughJHxMQ6ulTpUDPnIYg4Pn5tvneuW0QW4Qqi7tz96Nn3NzVzRwdFjTGMsevpXW_xvCQW7pBQ0o/s320/516rocksbyroad.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381519450618249730" /></a><br /><div>I left Colorado Springs today (Monday) and continued on my way. </div><div><br /></div><div> I enjoyed the scenery as I drove today. This was a pretty rock outcropping somewhere between Colorado Springs, Colorado, and Laramie, Wyoming.<br /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiP-BlZveL-XKpkqdF4gAkubWH-DzGHxrztu5aax2D2qqzA9IHXwZot_jlFTNiYhRIJOvZM3Cis75mOopu29tvzWoA051UV9kFL5jesH4hfjYiQlqaOD_3HBh6jeYkhPU7L_oTGvVuxDAb0/s1600-h/517rainclouds.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiP-BlZveL-XKpkqdF4gAkubWH-DzGHxrztu5aax2D2qqzA9IHXwZot_jlFTNiYhRIJOvZM3Cis75mOopu29tvzWoA051UV9kFL5jesH4hfjYiQlqaOD_3HBh6jeYkhPU7L_oTGvVuxDAb0/s320/517rainclouds.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381518860089716194" /></a><br /><div><br /></div><div>I played tag with the rain clouds all day.</div><div> I won.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>I am spending the night at a nice KOA in Laramie, Wyoming.</div><div><br /></div><div>...AND, I'm finally caught up on my blog!!!</div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Auntie Suehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04333441402712786129noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5035188578927262577.post-44198909593647588022009-09-12T23:33:00.000-07:002009-09-13T00:14:03.257-07:00Wed, Thurs., Fri., 9/9/09 - 9/11/09<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5qj2VCa50_QOuyQA8Iv2cnGAi6lmTYonpJny0LA8sFOQz37U62dskDhezTKNmZlu5Mk6YeAyMjbJCQDXaqXLMESZdrpxctnZK3EHNLj_NxSgc4BGuSHo-9m3TjTK-NniPhSt2-7-hBGSS/s1600-h/1+Menards.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5qj2VCa50_QOuyQA8Iv2cnGAi6lmTYonpJny0LA8sFOQz37U62dskDhezTKNmZlu5Mk6YeAyMjbJCQDXaqXLMESZdrpxctnZK3EHNLj_NxSgc4BGuSHo-9m3TjTK-NniPhSt2-7-hBGSS/s320/1+Menards.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380843623333187074" /></a>These 3 days were mainly driving days, taking Interstate 80 West through Iowa and Nebraska. It rained a lot of the time. I stayed at campgrounds all three nights (except that the first night the electric didn't work where I was and I didn't want to move so I just stayed in the site without electricity).<br /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Wednesday morning when I got ready to leave the campground I had spent the night at, I saw that right next door was a dog grooming and kennel place. This was serendipity since I was really beginning to regret having let the girls go wading in the Wisconsin River on Monday, after their damp little bodies collected all the dirt and sand they could find on the walk back to the Roadtrek. The groomers said they would be able to give them baths and a little face trim while I ran some errands. It worked out very well. I went to a store called Menards in downtown Davenport, Iowa, which someone told me would probably have the circular fluorescent light bulb I still needed (I called and confirmed that they had it before I went; I try not to make the same mistake twice.) Menards (which I'd never heard of) is a chain of home improvement stores in this area, like Home Depot and Lowes in San Diego, only bigger ---two stories tall. I had fun looking around and got a few other things I could use. I also went grocery shopping and got gas before returning to the groomers to pick the girls up.<div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-sqVWuaSIJiYndhyphenhyphen60yHObmXdz3Czo-5XZQ_CgWfVn1sEPzzrqYwHWRVK6QfSMfgalyLEKhlhTGhrJyYUoNQB2q7K7889j690B0YZNM2cui6pV8FZICOHX9oHjG-eBGV43fOlLsG_ck8d/s1600-h/2+-+clean+juliet.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-sqVWuaSIJiYndhyphenhyphen60yHObmXdz3Czo-5XZQ_CgWfVn1sEPzzrqYwHWRVK6QfSMfgalyLEKhlhTGhrJyYUoNQB2q7K7889j690B0YZNM2cui6pV8FZICOHX9oHjG-eBGV43fOlLsG_ck8d/s320/2+-+clean+juliet.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380841255086276898" /></a><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>I had clean, white, nice-smelling dogs again! We were all very happy. Doesn't Juliet look gorgeous and happy to be clean?</div><div><br /></div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhO1A-C6ZtuPY8ZDEyXcfPby9p0i1bXSpnU9LIMZzwrcnbHCnIVhPY0k1qdFgy3kuPxKdJkvM6SSvLBpXfdQW0VoTi5ntwJg0gzHtqOr_LalL7-aqVbzyA1em8fdFAStEPJ_AfJCr2eAROV/s1600-h/3+clean+maggie.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhO1A-C6ZtuPY8ZDEyXcfPby9p0i1bXSpnU9LIMZzwrcnbHCnIVhPY0k1qdFgy3kuPxKdJkvM6SSvLBpXfdQW0VoTi5ntwJg0gzHtqOr_LalL7-aqVbzyA1em8fdFAStEPJ_AfJCr2eAROV/s320/3+clean+maggie.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380840552015040306" /></a><br /><div>"Me too! Me too!" says Maggie. "I'm clean and pretty. Take my picture, too!"</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCre7PORbL0nPcH3QMcIB8py4tz6qWD90180Iyfj9oafGAX6AAkLF-WMoXY2GQahRZgNofN9ShMzouf6no1oRkv0mhzA6c2xanIh9jEM_wHMk47q4a5bG8BuUH10kR4VCobyFdFTbJFHU_/s1600-h/4+dogs+in+window.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCre7PORbL0nPcH3QMcIB8py4tz6qWD90180Iyfj9oafGAX6AAkLF-WMoXY2GQahRZgNofN9ShMzouf6no1oRkv0mhzA6c2xanIh9jEM_wHMk47q4a5bG8BuUH10kR4VCobyFdFTbJFHU_/s200/4+dogs+in+window.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380839368205456930" /></a>Aren't they cute? <div><br /><div>This is what I usually have waiting for me when I briefly leave them in the Roadtrek when I have to go out without them. When I open the door, they yell at me for leaving them behind!<br /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_1-yfeyPhp_Cwwl4q3YtYersURHV9TgKcr6mtbBKP8JsFGeQugO7KpmVM-FesXt_X5dOsixrp2bk6EUlshSXnggeqFNC6zAM5VZwuQQFvKnaGk_vearRNQfJr1tyq8TzEk7Ii-8C_g-9f/s1600-h/5+truck+over+side.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_1-yfeyPhp_Cwwl4q3YtYersURHV9TgKcr6mtbBKP8JsFGeQugO7KpmVM-FesXt_X5dOsixrp2bk6EUlshSXnggeqFNC6zAM5VZwuQQFvKnaGk_vearRNQfJr1tyq8TzEk7Ii-8C_g-9f/s200/5+truck+over+side.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380838518933772018" /></a>Not a good sight to see while driving along in the rain on Friday. (Juliet took the picture. I, of course, had both hands on the wheel and eyes trained on the road ahead.)<br /><div><br /></div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-jn-VmHwmEJLMOC0XdoabMSKayAEugcPW91e9fakfLzFRCL4sUzArVfpbWNloAXGHk1dy4fJXPa4P84gWtyzrDglksvbw22KyWUnCyZHMCiB_jajxVhClrjE9t2xIGsMhf31laiH3_uYb/s1600-h/6+Chappell+grain+elevator.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-jn-VmHwmEJLMOC0XdoabMSKayAEugcPW91e9fakfLzFRCL4sUzArVfpbWNloAXGHk1dy4fJXPa4P84gWtyzrDglksvbw22KyWUnCyZHMCiB_jajxVhClrjE9t2xIGsMhf31laiH3_uYb/s200/6+Chappell+grain+elevator.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380837383099108994" /></a><br /><div>These are the Chappell Grain Elevators in Chappell, Nebraska. They are currently full of wheat which was just harvested but soon will be filled with corn kernels. The campground I stayed in tonight was very nearby. In fact, the picture I took from the campground looks almost identical to this one.</div><div><br /></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Auntie Suehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04333441402712786129noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5035188578927262577.post-910963545204332862009-09-11T23:38:00.001-07:002009-09-12T00:43:23.266-07:00Tuesday, Sept. 8 - Part 3<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgB-FydNaAFFi8D-hlCYFTX2dVEiPWQHND3a9WtrNqcfOXExjrpYbrpp5iVIt1XT0YnqUqZJ-PphyphenhyphenHCGd7wa_FEFnBzP0ZD5X1CZL1VJ4wlOgx4kwFloEKqyLxkiRmFY5L6RJb23fevFWlj/s1600-h/367+chandelier+big.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgB-FydNaAFFi8D-hlCYFTX2dVEiPWQHND3a9WtrNqcfOXExjrpYbrpp5iVIt1XT0YnqUqZJ-PphyphenhyphenHCGd7wa_FEFnBzP0ZD5X1CZL1VJ4wlOgx4kwFloEKqyLxkiRmFY5L6RJb23fevFWlj/s200/367+chandelier+big.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380480844622763650" /></a><br /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>As we walk under this chandelier (that looks like a fireworks exhibit on steroids!), we'll continue our tour of The House on the Rock additional buildings with one that houses the Organ Room.<div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYAmfwWbFpe7-za-s_rPnJGuT8M4wNXi73z0bVpethfFLt2g7C-F3EvVoPUeDHzPHvw2E5u10EAu0QjaOGrdcI237vp4s816xmVLdOifgo6TIA2kKJCnepX197p57VH8RcrW2jTnsWpUfn/s1600-h/365+organ+keyboard.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYAmfwWbFpe7-za-s_rPnJGuT8M4wNXi73z0bVpethfFLt2g7C-F3EvVoPUeDHzPHvw2E5u10EAu0QjaOGrdcI237vp4s816xmVLdOifgo6TIA2kKJCnepX197p57VH8RcrW2jTnsWpUfn/s200/365+organ+keyboard.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380479952790404002" /></a><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>One of three organ consoles in the Organ Room. It has 15 keyboards and hundreds of stops. (Now, why do you need 15 keyboards?)</div><div><br /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-swwP9NDjhfzSKhqbg2DCVAp_K668lBlsUtcz47-KBZnrTgQyajyb55Wye5QaWt0olPZboXo2rU-61JVZrF1VkiTfetzOP2MPtly1pIM5Utdd3UOWWyycHn7M3xDPNVtDHNo9nKz9TJik/s1600-h/355+organ+pipes.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-swwP9NDjhfzSKhqbg2DCVAp_K668lBlsUtcz47-KBZnrTgQyajyb55Wye5QaWt0olPZboXo2rU-61JVZrF1VkiTfetzOP2MPtly1pIM5Utdd3UOWWyycHn7M3xDPNVtDHNo9nKz9TJik/s200/355+organ+pipes.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380479549261479906" /></a><br /><div>Just a few of the organ pipes in this room.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJs1jNd_MJaF2sYtSidpMQmqD3rk1d4QNHNG1btIoMZPI8QmaoQGCQrXYgHD1jfZDDTUYo6vu3V8zY6ouEK7D274_0wb_3qkes2eKqH1n41u7dUBLDPWrZUw7-Bpiur7NsJynpDPxo39Ek/s1600-h/366+drum+tree.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJs1jNd_MJaF2sYtSidpMQmqD3rk1d4QNHNG1btIoMZPI8QmaoQGCQrXYgHD1jfZDDTUYo6vu3V8zY6ouEK7D274_0wb_3qkes2eKqH1n41u7dUBLDPWrZUw7-Bpiur7NsJynpDPxo39Ek/s200/366+drum+tree.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380478711920418498" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000000;"><br /></span><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjv3Nf2Udi_Zem2HY0QPewriS_K4ZYzjhLL-XU3yj9mDdjsAHMysfTWMrKxKG6mh2UjhlqG9YbgOi6EL7aiqcLNOvRsdF6MsueHUZ_Uplbv3Tr5wmt6NbD1xmeqOti8-Ti9u-96Wb0psT1/s1600-h/375+women%27s+bathroom.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000000;">"The giant Drum Tree, an integral adjunct to the organ installations, sends snares and kettles soaring skyward in a glittering panoply of percussion."</span></a><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><i>[Gotta take a potty break? 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Hundreds of dolls, in all sizes, have been "immaculately and imaginatively costumed and accessorized." Barbie, eat your heart out!<br /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7JbbXKiOjoey39G_E2Bhv-h13U8HMpcvsMgMPmghn4gDm-mA1PLGdWPIo2WB_7SGu5tIx_zgM9mH7UtRr3hyphenhyphenT6M0mXsTXZro30tXG9gYKsrLctrfwkV3b393-dfvgyYiC4YKLb8AMAdNt/s1600-h/393+doll+houses.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7JbbXKiOjoey39G_E2Bhv-h13U8HMpcvsMgMPmghn4gDm-mA1PLGdWPIo2WB_7SGu5tIx_zgM9mH7UtRr3hyphenhyphenT6M0mXsTXZro30tXG9gYKsrLctrfwkV3b393-dfvgyYiC4YKLb8AMAdNt/s200/393+doll+houses.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380476074715618578" /></a><br /><div><br /></div><div>This is from the Doll House Collection --- over 250 doll houses and small vignette displays.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAYyHL4kat-oiT6fMTOtFAopPdk55-JY3wkP0cFxn08v37f3Oj2NnwpHWdKMt987p1Tf5hfwsstkavigHAxNfA79GFuiqQryKImWjlVSkK7bcvyeRDOlHOMmkBYQNYFYenbLJgbEfuEcYz/s1600-h/394+doll+house+store.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAYyHL4kat-oiT6fMTOtFAopPdk55-JY3wkP0cFxn08v37f3Oj2NnwpHWdKMt987p1Tf5hfwsstkavigHAxNfA79GFuiqQryKImWjlVSkK7bcvyeRDOlHOMmkBYQNYFYenbLJgbEfuEcYz/s200/394+doll+house+store.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380475567314265426" /></a><br /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>The interior of one of the doll houses; this one is actually a store.<div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEixsSxY1PzVByPPkj-QQaLKpvQYErTe0apUTE2GzTvxmka2u0ZelXyX305Y6W-LKau8CqoKHMnSKpE7XPVX2mNnE1lqdYpcATDdI3mrk-rnUxMuGZE6XVOBjJaA_UMBq-IITiH7D1-0F1/s1600-h/398+circus.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEixsSxY1PzVByPPkj-QQaLKpvQYErTe0apUTE2GzTvxmka2u0ZelXyX305Y6W-LKau8CqoKHMnSKpE7XPVX2mNnE1lqdYpcATDdI3mrk-rnUxMuGZE6XVOBjJaA_UMBq-IITiH7D1-0F1/s200/398+circus.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380473812911953442" /></a><div>The Circus Building contains over a million pieces in dozens of panoramas of circus life: big tops, parade wagons, circus trains, menageries, sideshows, aerialists, bands, calliopes, and bleachers full of rapt audiences. In addition to all the miniatures on display, "there is a life-size pyramid of 7 elephants and 50 life-size mannequins in exotic costumes..."<div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5uPTzlWAp9CdjlM9tesF7kvbmjb1P2uLGsCmDX0IDdyF-1fwHXjDSvDAkQZLrH8Th4W7cfi3vh-tq0mbYEaQ1K5xhNHZFwPpBRA4TV8D7e2ZmCWAdDVjIAoV7Px19rD0hrT3dXh1DoPqt/s1600-h/405+guns.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5uPTzlWAp9CdjlM9tesF7kvbmjb1P2uLGsCmDX0IDdyF-1fwHXjDSvDAkQZLrH8Th4W7cfi3vh-tq0mbYEaQ1K5xhNHZFwPpBRA4TV8D7e2ZmCWAdDVjIAoV7Px19rD0hrT3dXh1DoPqt/s200/405+guns.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380473351344411634" /></a><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Some guns from the Weapons Collection.<div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWj7QVT9e8Bb0f7qCbejde-fcD37pShDSicCw39Ov-J_pZ5iEwkTTiAT-A-LPhj98l-rmuTNLIi4-qxIgahGVsxWB8eXlp-jxI3PVqQk7lvHo19m0XeRP-AxHMMHYYUwe9lH3rZq0h29MB/s1600-h/408+scrimshaw.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWj7QVT9e8Bb0f7qCbejde-fcD37pShDSicCw39Ov-J_pZ5iEwkTTiAT-A-LPhj98l-rmuTNLIi4-qxIgahGVsxWB8eXlp-jxI3PVqQk7lvHo19m0XeRP-AxHMMHYYUwe9lH3rZq0h29MB/s200/408+scrimshaw.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380472796410385714" /></a><br /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>A delicate piece of carved ivory in the Oriental Collection.<div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgI67t79UuNuSqFAWK2V69Mo14WrclV385HCfiOSS6_nrtEFGeH8r4WQw_D5FblCdq77yDLNFfbfm-MUdAQZ1LGZ4RmBKXK9Z7inuRyTmhjLjJ0DxJQwjN3eF2bxHuFROQNkj62G9GIdQV1/s1600-h/411+cork.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgI67t79UuNuSqFAWK2V69Mo14WrclV385HCfiOSS6_nrtEFGeH8r4WQw_D5FblCdq77yDLNFfbfm-MUdAQZ1LGZ4RmBKXK9Z7inuRyTmhjLjJ0DxJQwjN3eF2bxHuFROQNkj62G9GIdQV1/s200/411+cork.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380472255674707090" /></a><br /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>This is one of the hand-carved cork dioramas also in the Oriental Collection<div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8b1KzRopxPgAa6HPfiYWrIJ_79bBJ6hUNxcuAgcjl5NZTBb3iQSn_nlgdpz5A9ZgaUOHzFZZHx9CDY6KWTFnGF1ybJ85wtjWDQv341S3s_fOALRDPhfDNzNiykpFQwAzvNv4POz_SCR8p/s1600-h/414+crown+jewels.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8b1KzRopxPgAa6HPfiYWrIJ_79bBJ6hUNxcuAgcjl5NZTBb3iQSn_nlgdpz5A9ZgaUOHzFZZHx9CDY6KWTFnGF1ybJ85wtjWDQv341S3s_fOALRDPhfDNzNiykpFQwAzvNv4POz_SCR8p/s200/414+crown+jewels.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380471203494195218" /></a>The Crown Jewel Collection contains replicas of "the Tower of London's Crown Jewels, the royal tiara collection, crowns of various nobility, famous jewels of the world, and jewel-encrusted swords of state." There is also a large model of Buckingham Palace.<br /><div><br /></div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKS1vMPbkUMSvFyjHmqTOYDSJa7yBeh8wwGN1iZM_6eeaLHhhrgLQuJ0YU2NKLxShR6c6HaOOxgGHIXZ5KRIzVpvd9uAXHPyJWNCKEZlqrXMHQVyJGCpX7ueNS2i0Tvs7QN4iCwMtlI3ho/s1600-h/418+courasel+horses.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKS1vMPbkUMSvFyjHmqTOYDSJa7yBeh8wwGN1iZM_6eeaLHhhrgLQuJ0YU2NKLxShR6c6HaOOxgGHIXZ5KRIzVpvd9uAXHPyJWNCKEZlqrXMHQVyJGCpX7ueNS2i0Tvs7QN4iCwMtlI3ho/s200/418+courasel+horses.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380470458936037490" /></a>Just because Jordan didn't have any regular horses on his giant carousel, don't think he didn't collect them. There are hundreds of original carousel horses, collected from small traveling carnivals in the Upper Midwest, adorning the walls and ceiling of one of the buildings.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEih1SOz7_fOP2PuzAIF1YUVNZFmtZ7ymry05VZTCjtfJrFQPaeklEZWzgtjfqg7aLljUDV9tb7peyYL1vYGOMX8SE_C9h5XGI9CAfzt_un9TVPm7CzquM8NElVM38WwQE5loQAI7iBq0pkk/s1600-h/422+carosel.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEih1SOz7_fOP2PuzAIF1YUVNZFmtZ7ymry05VZTCjtfJrFQPaeklEZWzgtjfqg7aLljUDV9tb7peyYL1vYGOMX8SE_C9h5XGI9CAfzt_un9TVPm7CzquM8NElVM38WwQE5loQAI7iBq0pkk/s200/422+carosel.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380469725545435282" /></a><br /><div><br /></div><div>and...one more picture of the Carousel, just because I liked it so much</div><div><br /></div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHYP250RqFH18BO9K2XA-aB7zWD3O2d9a8YsscrNXJweXUWsxGeqSJtgqBMzpOm8G05dB8yYFWAktP1XrhW-7HiEW732ArIaYTgj_ec2R3PNOdn3ZzDd4qLcWWo8HEobdFSuWQ-mY9uVlO/s1600-h/383+infinity+room+from+below.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHYP250RqFH18BO9K2XA-aB7zWD3O2d9a8YsscrNXJweXUWsxGeqSJtgqBMzpOm8G05dB8yYFWAktP1XrhW-7HiEW732ArIaYTgj_ec2R3PNOdn3ZzDd4qLcWWo8HEobdFSuWQ-mY9uVlO/s200/383+infinity+room+from+below.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380469184347570274" /></a><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>This is a view of part of the Infinity Room (see yesterday's post) taken from down below on one of the patios.<div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfJMzZiIVW3-sJhf0zH_U1E7tOyZApG1rBMw3Zqduk_4I6BhslkDVY4PhLYpWa1DX4YvDB6Mrt8C7bji5bYwx5IVPH3eJiLfQ_aLR7U9DMR5688iwhZhzynytn06FyyI-DcO5f9UHf0L36/s1600-h/427+rock+circle.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfJMzZiIVW3-sJhf0zH_U1E7tOyZApG1rBMw3Zqduk_4I6BhslkDVY4PhLYpWa1DX4YvDB6Mrt8C7bji5bYwx5IVPH3eJiLfQ_aLR7U9DMR5688iwhZhzynytn06FyyI-DcO5f9UHf0L36/s200/427+rock+circle.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380468455273455842" /></a>I wanted a picture of me standing in this circle of rocks in the garden, but no one was walking by at the time (sad face).<br /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsA815tPJ18plV_Nn46BwLJ2R3wPOiN0ZoH2D7YfYGZxgGkMsIkNZBkiqubok43MMvWyZIuBSo8hMeg8hfuRBD5k7U3ct5ape_FQL4tVDcmEPZKc2ydm0Q6QtD46MUuIjB9NrPyvi1sMDA/s1600-h/432+easter+eggplant.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsA815tPJ18plV_Nn46BwLJ2R3wPOiN0ZoH2D7YfYGZxgGkMsIkNZBkiqubok43MMvWyZIuBSo8hMeg8hfuRBD5k7U3ct5ape_FQL4tVDcmEPZKc2ydm0Q6QtD46MUuIjB9NrPyvi1sMDA/s200/432+easter+eggplant.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380468005016633778" /></a><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /><div style="text-align: center;">See --- it really IS called an "eggplant!"</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwIhBb3FtCJG-sCS17pH47ahoNq-HFdmD-5f6sKoZJqBj5CmbGEIcuIRhQC0w8F-e_FArChMPd4KyjQ0xZdtEUlT7OLz8Epb2vzPEObsFcB0YXQYZMRWgZvhm_S4onCURaHwbJrsBodZNW/s1600-h/370+Jordan+quote.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwIhBb3FtCJG-sCS17pH47ahoNq-HFdmD-5f6sKoZJqBj5CmbGEIcuIRhQC0w8F-e_FArChMPd4KyjQ0xZdtEUlT7OLz8Epb2vzPEObsFcB0YXQYZMRWgZvhm_S4onCURaHwbJrsBodZNW/s400/370+Jordan+quote.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380467095816555378" /></a><br /></div><div>I hope you enjoyed this abbreviated tour of The House on the Rock. If you're ever in Wisconsin, I'd suggest you go see and hear it in person. I've only shown a fraction of what it contains. A truly awe-inspiring place. (Thanks, Carol!)</div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Auntie Suehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04333441402712786129noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5035188578927262577.post-91705543645691334662009-09-11T21:57:00.001-07:002009-09-11T23:17:35.506-07:00Tuesday, Sept. 8 - Part 2<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjewQpfvqq4Dr6nzs83Fi-pz9kFGZLDYSXm9Scmng5pWjuDAULDeQTnZSy7duOPvN3Qf_QPxKHKiQqwO-aJ8yDnuJtEuCU6UWPpnVF3jYXGLXH9pOVVnFCgv8xAZ53kq7e6CZm0TcqE59KH/s1600-h/63+old+boat+model.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjewQpfvqq4Dr6nzs83Fi-pz9kFGZLDYSXm9Scmng5pWjuDAULDeQTnZSy7duOPvN3Qf_QPxKHKiQqwO-aJ8yDnuJtEuCU6UWPpnVF3jYXGLXH9pOVVnFCgv8xAZ53kq7e6CZm0TcqE59KH/s200/63+old+boat+model.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380458498500265938" /></a><i>continuing on with our tour of The House on the Rock...</i><br /><div><br /></div><div>One of more than 200 models of an old-time ship in the Heritage of the Sea Building.<br /><div><br /></div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrGU9QmEcgAgWlDZq5pe1l85PuXWpmX9M194qmKK3F-ftW3Jib7zigug25JsDL2aLFaBKBIHf0MLGpvwfzZq9f0MlZk69okQJqV6h0N01vLWJ4bp2q03r1-PNPIQZ20UwXCHbGlWF5Nc4Z/s1600-h/68+titanic+model.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrGU9QmEcgAgWlDZq5pe1l85PuXWpmX9M194qmKK3F-ftW3Jib7zigug25JsDL2aLFaBKBIHf0MLGpvwfzZq9f0MlZk69okQJqV6h0N01vLWJ4bp2q03r1-PNPIQZ20UwXCHbGlWF5Nc4Z/s200/68+titanic+model.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380458009926943282" /></a>A large model of the Titanic. There were also numerous artifacts from and descriptions of the ship's voyage and sinking.<br /><div><br /></div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2Cz6uPCkEqb_d6xqEnepb4w_UrZ_1qCCTc8OJPxk4tKsoWWcBKBoEyiBkJ6sGgjei4Wa-goBWY6XLukkfDuZlIrdQ_bJ-QRn0RzSczP15ZKeR33-IqGSB3ve2ed2VGslX2iEuODw8tdEg/s1600-h/49+model+of+ocean+whale.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2Cz6uPCkEqb_d6xqEnepb4w_UrZ_1qCCTc8OJPxk4tKsoWWcBKBoEyiBkJ6sGgjei4Wa-goBWY6XLukkfDuZlIrdQ_bJ-QRn0RzSczP15ZKeR33-IqGSB3ve2ed2VGslX2iEuODw8tdEg/s200/49+model+of+ocean+whale.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380456176301385826" /></a>This is a model of the 200-foot long whale we are about to see in the Heritage of the Sea Building. He is in a to-the-death battle with a giant octopus. The two intertwined beasts are the unmissable (is that a word?) center of attraction in the building as "a walkway takes you up and up, so you can inspect this fearsome creature from all angles, and at varying heights. Along your way, there are hundreds of smaller seafaring exhibits to delight you..."<br /><div><br /></div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhi4Aq721M_2SP5ae9vMxAQ1GieWcJHWRzRk44-gA6oaLuN_uQx3zZ30mg9D5XZeRz09ghOed5kNDhf_bFhar2flg-8t2pGxXBaRW1rPwdbAcBCvtY3Oj1sQc1Tvte1zYwISvuiOnRB1YBW/s1600-h/57+eye+of+octopus.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhi4Aq721M_2SP5ae9vMxAQ1GieWcJHWRzRk44-gA6oaLuN_uQx3zZ30mg9D5XZeRz09ghOed5kNDhf_bFhar2flg-8t2pGxXBaRW1rPwdbAcBCvtY3Oj1sQc1Tvte1zYwISvuiOnRB1YBW/s200/57+eye+of+octopus.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380455842149643058" /></a>The eye of the giant octopus doing battle with the whale.<br /><div><br /></div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8GTTJPD6dl84BCEw45kUqiulHkCwkYE9SoUyzSl-k1Wgh48wfpmfpbfCzCVIjLi7khOohJDpHYTlCS2HVo5cYZSlWBfOte6gdIq9TIwwEX1Bwq0EQXG_FUKiNrchCv53vE3iNZx-uLKBn/s1600-h/277+whale+teeth.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8GTTJPD6dl84BCEw45kUqiulHkCwkYE9SoUyzSl-k1Wgh48wfpmfpbfCzCVIjLi7khOohJDpHYTlCS2HVo5cYZSlWBfOte6gdIq9TIwwEX1Bwq0EQXG_FUKiNrchCv53vE3iNZx-uLKBn/s200/277+whale+teeth.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380455195816241906" /></a>You can get an idea of the size of this whale by the life-size model of the seagull flying near its mouth.<br /><div><br /></div><div><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWaNVEy6HW7js9GkxrBsODpcAGyYH0gD8h4F5hno9CVz3ursStct2hYpSkbYoW5OjNeUDgO2unys7M4B853RcIZhmof21zo9fe1hetODpCl-8sn4tjGNCR6zCMo5tQ0KH7wXnfZkf6O6Td/s1600-h/65+whale+teeth.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWaNVEy6HW7js9GkxrBsODpcAGyYH0gD8h4F5hno9CVz3ursStct2hYpSkbYoW5OjNeUDgO2unys7M4B853RcIZhmof21zo9fe1hetODpCl-8sn4tjGNCR6zCMo5tQ0KH7wXnfZkf6O6Td/s200/65+whale+teeth.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380454619265208610" /></a>Some more of the whale teeth...<br /><div><br /></div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXboJTG7WouXYHGOJKEAI2XhJuSzN1Tv0L6eJLGHe01ysDQTAMBQXOjY2EU9PjkZt2gVj1_Z3gSoSHENT0WFGoStrIAWuO6uUgOBrPhapJ9SYpVH0NqKe1_ouFFPxQrWqm5BdZbFEiMmlU/s1600-h/298+burma+shave.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXboJTG7WouXYHGOJKEAI2XhJuSzN1Tv0L6eJLGHe01ysDQTAMBQXOjY2EU9PjkZt2gVj1_Z3gSoSHENT0WFGoStrIAWuO6uUgOBrPhapJ9SYpVH0NqKe1_ouFFPxQrWqm5BdZbFEiMmlU/s200/298+burma+shave.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380453620474418562" /></a>These Burma Shave signs (from Route 66, each word or phrase would be on a billboard and you'd have to drive a mile or so till you got to the next one --- so I'm told) were near the end of an exhibit called "A Tribute to Nostalgia."<br /><div><br /></div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixw3Yc4otmGkOrwKhYxEU8aPfUlR7M1Ia4dcCruErvJFhwYJ41cXVQVBg1dSc0fICJzCwwSg6pE1rTmLrpBZT99CHWU3tO5gNpW3Uo1W8e21x5engoUfIkkn-SgGVQENYsLzu2F-F6o16B/s1600-h/300+music+thingy.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixw3Yc4otmGkOrwKhYxEU8aPfUlR7M1Ia4dcCruErvJFhwYJ41cXVQVBg1dSc0fICJzCwwSg6pE1rTmLrpBZT99CHWU3tO5gNpW3Uo1W8e21x5engoUfIkkn-SgGVQENYsLzu2F-F6o16B/s200/300+music+thingy.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380452195482705938" /></a>This is one of the smaller music machines in the "Music of Yesterday" Building. "The wizardry involved in the mechanical activation of the instruments, a hallmark of much of the house's musical collection, is intriguing, a feat of both engineering and musical artistry."<div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnP-O-3oEP8Cm8eVbPrkxG6Y3ckC_G7i6MXsIP32v72d1wEXSh3BPoPz6nhW5jz2tFsdSiwabVTVVVvU6hxGeQG_xS5rJnMLjAtXp5r2lLKH27YwoDRYWYO_pEKpnQeizrvO5ZYQlzZZtm/s1600-h/304+peacock+music.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnP-O-3oEP8Cm8eVbPrkxG6Y3ckC_G7i6MXsIP32v72d1wEXSh3BPoPz6nhW5jz2tFsdSiwabVTVVVvU6hxGeQG_xS5rJnMLjAtXp5r2lLKH27YwoDRYWYO_pEKpnQeizrvO5ZYQlzZZtm/s200/304+peacock+music.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380451173752083490" /></a>This is called the "Peacock Organ" (out of the picture, on top, is a peacock with his feathers fully extended). "Inside the cabinet, a 91-key Mortier organ leads an ensemble which includes accordion, percussion, and horn."<br /><div><br /></div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_OylVz1DC2e9gFlAhREOCTiNrQemVI6MNmCKoTksqKelLMrioHdAw4oUyvSalVOgfVUP2IoNgVH1GPabZOuGm7ydZnmDha03gi7g3RFtzGryVW0puiA5M5PFGacP187rtdSnU82ZWqgbI/s1600-h/308+butterflies.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_OylVz1DC2e9gFlAhREOCTiNrQemVI6MNmCKoTksqKelLMrioHdAw4oUyvSalVOgfVUP2IoNgVH1GPabZOuGm7ydZnmDha03gi7g3RFtzGryVW0puiA5M5PFGacP187rtdSnU82ZWqgbI/s200/308+butterflies.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380450850480334562" /></a><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>A butterfly collection.<div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-JWRJa8Y0B6PDMJl4-ynJT2RdopX3vX_tH9ROVZW4wYP-xZMwHs52vQYz1vGAjNOs2TcH1wrmy1D1I68sjwcrAokpejy7nbpYvbQMdhWVg6ccxs4MkpstMRPGZLINw5EvuPS0vHtNQPwI/s1600-h/316+music+room.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-JWRJa8Y0B6PDMJl4-ynJT2RdopX3vX_tH9ROVZW4wYP-xZMwHs52vQYz1vGAjNOs2TcH1wrmy1D1I68sjwcrAokpejy7nbpYvbQMdhWVg6ccxs4MkpstMRPGZLINw5EvuPS0vHtNQPwI/s200/316+music+room.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380449917210000370" /></a>I think this picture is from "The Blue Room" (but I'm not sure). If it is, it is part of a full mechanically operated symphony orchestra.<br /><div><br /></div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZzYfaCGejwXP4CSs1JsPpxZSTnqQQj2hciE1RuWOETksYpSNyuZM8sc8wliFprzfVXuhquOmYJuJmFhLKoRVkMAFH0i61yRViK3WsAPGlrNTFMdAziyftBmvBIbiw-d-VG4mOeFxPeiTP/s1600-h/321+Mikado.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZzYfaCGejwXP4CSs1JsPpxZSTnqQQj2hciE1RuWOETksYpSNyuZM8sc8wliFprzfVXuhquOmYJuJmFhLKoRVkMAFH0i61yRViK3WsAPGlrNTFMdAziyftBmvBIbiw-d-VG4mOeFxPeiTP/s200/321+Mikado.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380449019425401762" /></a>This music machine, called "The Mikado," is of obvious Oriental theme, and takes up an entire room. "...creating an eye-popping, bone-rattling musical tour de force."<br /><div><br /></div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqsGpejfSIrLYIncK8DVb8jlpCu4ZYa7YqVbw0R8BmL9XAMrN_wQUcdtudH0I0mNg8M0-R0c_KBzPQjFD1CTDXj2_nnctsoKjt5X8bSn-a9Qu6ruHoeKdJ3DXu4paQfWjQCyu7a2hbNYzL/s1600-h/325+Mikado.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqsGpejfSIrLYIncK8DVb8jlpCu4ZYa7YqVbw0R8BmL9XAMrN_wQUcdtudH0I0mNg8M0-R0c_KBzPQjFD1CTDXj2_nnctsoKjt5X8bSn-a9Qu6ruHoeKdJ3DXu4paQfWjQCyu7a2hbNYzL/s200/325+Mikado.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380447498657707618" /></a><div>This is a close up of the two lifelike Japanese figures playing kettle drum and flute. As they play, the sinister-looking eyes move and seem to follow you around the room (other facial features move too). Loud booming music. "All together, the Mikado's sonic and visual impact are as awe-inspiring as its physical size."</div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEwgf5SJdDFh9cprDmEqj46orWnuiyV3jm1lSwy0rYmMQ7-VpeHyJG6fxNZZ3n0Qhdo2vC_JsHtpGxu2619hTYtPa9A-Wb2tfsOP813vFcme1k537W3amVEfY2pnni4_hYVNPIeDydexOu/s1600-h/326+music+room.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEwgf5SJdDFh9cprDmEqj46orWnuiyV3jm1lSwy0rYmMQ7-VpeHyJG6fxNZZ3n0Qhdo2vC_JsHtpGxu2619hTYtPa9A-Wb2tfsOP813vFcme1k537W3amVEfY2pnni4_hYVNPIeDydexOu/s200/326+music+room.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380446987824726530" /></a><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Part of one of the automated music rooms. (might be the Mikado but I'm not sure).<br /><div><br /></div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi52R6a4wtoAShJ-Yh3UQtJdwW_bZtv2BHZAcHmmmY71qSUpvPH9k3k_WV7VGWkYBwKxSjdPecFB8k5rBbMcnwlxc961KjNY9jQVxVjlCkd2P0XCfKH-l3UUd5WEVE4fX7qyGMfBd5ueR8D/s1600-h/333+cash+registers.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi52R6a4wtoAShJ-Yh3UQtJdwW_bZtv2BHZAcHmmmY71qSUpvPH9k3k_WV7VGWkYBwKxSjdPecFB8k5rBbMcnwlxc961KjNY9jQVxVjlCkd2P0XCfKH-l3UUd5WEVE4fX7qyGMfBd5ueR8D/s200/333+cash+registers.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380446703780598738" /></a>A collection of old cash registers.<br /><div><br /></div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgU9EYmHDm5WdHPA9z4qlttK8EuWivWDDQXGgOhYAEpkCiv7-lN6WeCZphCB7a3h7Qvk9qx2heyMLt7hDVyuZ6QW9JXjoTPvHDIjWm6Be0euaIwrkK9CbO7GnljO-VyqFewHs3UXG7D9ush/s1600-h/337+chandelier.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgU9EYmHDm5WdHPA9z4qlttK8EuWivWDDQXGgOhYAEpkCiv7-lN6WeCZphCB7a3h7Qvk9qx2heyMLt7hDVyuZ6QW9JXjoTPvHDIjWm6Be0euaIwrkK9CbO7GnljO-VyqFewHs3UXG7D9ush/s200/337+chandelier.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380446354003009890" /></a>One of many gorgeous chandeliers in one of the music rooms.<br /><div><br /></div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0jV53o3hS1-hM1fDb6P8XTt0N8BtINsr15QM6GQU9M14XbwhLbRqVpKk_elEAGPViYM1bCkhyphenhyphen-6enzk6XAbgbq32xVc48vENLFYJ9-VVrcfo1mzCuXfTr8N3Y33bZpS33EwmopD-XBZVO/s1600-h/341+violins+playing.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0jV53o3hS1-hM1fDb6P8XTt0N8BtINsr15QM6GQU9M14XbwhLbRqVpKk_elEAGPViYM1bCkhyphenhyphen-6enzk6XAbgbq32xVc48vENLFYJ9-VVrcfo1mzCuXfTr8N3Y33bZpS33EwmopD-XBZVO/s200/341+violins+playing.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380445037838609554" /></a>This is a small part of the musical ensamble in The Red Room. This is a "Russian musical fantasy of Czarist ornamentation and grandeur. And more than that, it plays an impressive 'Dance of the Sugar Plum Fairies.'" To me, it seemed that there must surely be invisible people playing those violins!<br /><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijvF8RRyZCVXFgXQoF53Z25RMjs63srRCZ83TKcctcV-2bdn0DAshIOBVkx2uS3kRj2vVsa_sYIqI6in0IWLNZi1mBhhGARugwz5awEu0vMb_uIXmq0k0q_tAKw7LX5BLlz8P0f9UHSneT/s1600-h/343+airplanes.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijvF8RRyZCVXFgXQoF53Z25RMjs63srRCZ83TKcctcV-2bdn0DAshIOBVkx2uS3kRj2vVsa_sYIqI6in0IWLNZi1mBhhGARugwz5awEu0vMb_uIXmq0k0q_tAKw7LX5BLlz8P0f9UHSneT/s200/343+airplanes.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380444118453392050" /></a><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>This building housed an exhibit called "The Spirit of Aviation" and presented the history of aviation from WWII through the 1960's.</div><div><div><br /></div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-7eBDO4sTCh6MxMvsHA0TuSJc1NzVBEkvNbCitFrJ7lQPPU2akqTiq-0zsUyTJeYQEBKxSc06akovcCyLd3AD8edGO5P1Q9wWZvPysK9-DFts5_vJ-o1dQ78rTX9ImQYRuNzaz7YDivLz/s1600-h/346+carosel.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-7eBDO4sTCh6MxMvsHA0TuSJc1NzVBEkvNbCitFrJ7lQPPU2akqTiq-0zsUyTJeYQEBKxSc06akovcCyLd3AD8edGO5P1Q9wWZvPysK9-DFts5_vJ-o1dQ78rTX9ImQYRuNzaz7YDivLz/s200/346+carosel.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380441581115526338" /></a><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>One of the buildings houses the world's largest carousel. It is 80 feet across, 35 feet tall, and "carries 269 fanciful, handcrafted carousel animals in up to 7 concentric ranks, NONE OF WHICH IS A HORSE!" It took 10 years to plan, construct, and hand-finish.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjehFHnxE69QQoIHYycYpUs1tPl7G5i7QCs8mhl4csyz2vGx_-9oHvHSB5IdaOqjtuvdkPYaZjkmFZAEw1vckDoUBZ2FryoVCcHt9pQGSEp5yR9DBjshEwZy2vszdIbnGgFiV0kRokBCoJa/s1600-h/353+carosel.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjehFHnxE69QQoIHYycYpUs1tPl7G5i7QCs8mhl4csyz2vGx_-9oHvHSB5IdaOqjtuvdkPYaZjkmFZAEw1vckDoUBZ2FryoVCcHt9pQGSEp5yR9DBjshEwZy2vszdIbnGgFiV0kRokBCoJa/s200/353+carosel.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380441327318136082" /></a><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /><div>I love lights and sparkly things and was just mesmerized by this carousel as it went round and round to the loud tunes of the mechanical band nearby. It had more than 20,000 lights and 182 chandeliers o--- plus a 1740 square foot mirror behind it which doubled everything!</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div> I wanted to hop up on one of the animals and ride and ride and ride....</div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvw4ac5ffVrXdxFqzUctmTWE8lQms2w-Jj2EUO9DMke6ku-V7FAEOBBgBJwCpX12DbBkqMjqi-TPh5dC3OlwTv92iCH9ojvex-c7rAeVcPQRiwKOCl0F5ZCNSaPemgZjLN9L91EaannPuu/s1600-h/351+Sue+%26+carosel.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvw4ac5ffVrXdxFqzUctmTWE8lQms2w-Jj2EUO9DMke6ku-V7FAEOBBgBJwCpX12DbBkqMjqi-TPh5dC3OlwTv92iCH9ojvex-c7rAeVcPQRiwKOCl0F5ZCNSaPemgZjLN9L91EaannPuu/s200/351+Sue+%26+carosel.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380440946939986546" /></a><div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Auntie Suehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04333441402712786129noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5035188578927262577.post-54311261016749611072009-09-11T20:01:00.000-07:002009-09-11T20:44:44.268-07:00Tuesday, Sept. 8 - Part 1<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrI2bhWay4MBYD3B1eHHzDd3XteAYkGYaTeX4YT9kBHSdm4pVoScC9_Om7K7KnS8yG1KSS0VH3mxiFPbiMgzwxuW1-meOtJcaRI_IhL6TknxLuj-QBP4otlJbIeYCcXAfsTv5BiX9fj7Od/s1600-h/63+mill+house.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrI2bhWay4MBYD3B1eHHzDd3XteAYkGYaTeX4YT9kBHSdm4pVoScC9_Om7K7KnS8yG1KSS0VH3mxiFPbiMgzwxuW1-meOtJcaRI_IhL6TknxLuj-QBP4otlJbIeYCcXAfsTv5BiX9fj7Od/s200/63+mill+house.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380419074025866754" /></a>I hope you aren't sick of pictures of the House on the Rock after yesterday's post(s). There was just so many neat things there that it is hard to pick the ones I'd most like to share with you (realize that I took, literally, hundreds of photos here).<div><br /></div><div>Today's tour started with The Mill House. It is the first building Alex Jordan added after the House and Gate House were completed, and "it is here that he first reveals his intent to 'entertain, astound and amaze' his guests with the fantastical, energetic environments he created" and starts displaying some of his eclectic collections.<br /><div><br /></div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj11tDPARk89hI4UmkeVV6__skRYBzM7JfduGkjpHwuGywwZKDQJh4Jq4NtKcwzhmWZmyJJauaR5Dkn2iFDVahMrBFmmbFjKqXZum8olfjbhIKvo9D_sHUVC2_NVvE53Bamjf5QgyxVR1Rl/s1600-h/71+-+armour:fireplace.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj11tDPARk89hI4UmkeVV6__skRYBzM7JfduGkjpHwuGywwZKDQJh4Jq4NtKcwzhmWZmyJJauaR5Dkn2iFDVahMrBFmmbFjKqXZum8olfjbhIKvo9D_sHUVC2_NVvE53Bamjf5QgyxVR1Rl/s200/71+-+armour:fireplace.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380418115941309106" /></a>This is a huge, room-sized, fireplace (this is the one that has the stairs inside it that I mentioned yesterday). You can get an idea of the size when you consider that the suit of armor in the foreground is lifesize! You could probably fit a whole cow in the cauldrons!<br /><div><br /></div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvIjBo1H5rjKwLnCpstYodzBj15QZBnaNHwMwda94rlPetevkqe_haB_dVKRsD_u7ONQQsKt-5-uYkRMld3Ri_sXzy8n4RTCakx8Y54BSkp5YYPValLbsBiRq7WCxJ_1pdETdUwBAXq60H/s1600-h/paperweights:bellows+64.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvIjBo1H5rjKwLnCpstYodzBj15QZBnaNHwMwda94rlPetevkqe_haB_dVKRsD_u7ONQQsKt-5-uYkRMld3Ri_sXzy8n4RTCakx8Y54BSkp5YYPValLbsBiRq7WCxJ_1pdETdUwBAXq60H/s200/paperweights:bellows+64.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380417426001654434" /></a>This fancy paperweight collection was displayed in a giant bellows (I don't know WHY --- he just liked to surprise visitors and do things differently.)<br /><div><br /></div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMh5rITvhyIXl-MIv9H6gwD6NqQMhmUJFSppyLOztDHwHOMYlTVcwVWnbeZV4atzkd8TxZCoohbcz6HIdXLbj8jF625qQ9r1ph9JxLB9by7T-Lv1ytD_dLPcMGiNLMxYzxIjGDJXuV6knB/s1600-h/metal+music+thing+67.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMh5rITvhyIXl-MIv9H6gwD6NqQMhmUJFSppyLOztDHwHOMYlTVcwVWnbeZV4atzkd8TxZCoohbcz6HIdXLbj8jF625qQ9r1ph9JxLB9by7T-Lv1ytD_dLPcMGiNLMxYzxIjGDJXuV6knB/s200/metal+music+thing+67.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380416786659856338" /></a>"Built in 1893, the rare Regina Sublima plays tunes from tiny metal fingers much like a music box."<br /><div><br /></div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYmoXVs_l3OwH89iVGR2KytW3D3W9EUohs0xGqqpefrpFDfqmgInusSECkzq1yXm5AaV3ZPTyTtMZEOOizTFNuZZqra4nOObsisfuCQqRrTkrOEgfi1r_modU4gOXOymcDPufQvDwBnCHB/s1600-h/69+6+barrel+gun.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYmoXVs_l3OwH89iVGR2KytW3D3W9EUohs0xGqqpefrpFDfqmgInusSECkzq1yXm5AaV3ZPTyTtMZEOOizTFNuZZqra4nOObsisfuCQqRrTkrOEgfi1r_modU4gOXOymcDPufQvDwBnCHB/s200/69+6+barrel+gun.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380416210188367410" /></a>This is from a collection of antique firearms. These particular ones are called "pepperbox pistols" and could have up to 30 barrels!<br /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrRKff621uuIBhxXqlFbbBu6NFqOcmwSAmi3wmmL65wrw6K39SuLkHkuxJ6NMWiuKpzyJ9AmSFT_y0ypZpMAJygvxQssGDSkSLo-jOJQjGaAqgnuf8WkQhy9nQqDWT4TvYyZpcG6jI4nW7/s1600-h/88+streetsof+yesteryear.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrRKff621uuIBhxXqlFbbBu6NFqOcmwSAmi3wmmL65wrw6K39SuLkHkuxJ6NMWiuKpzyJ9AmSFT_y0ypZpMAJygvxQssGDSkSLo-jOJQjGaAqgnuf8WkQhy9nQqDWT4TvYyZpcG6jI4nW7/s200/88+streetsof+yesteryear.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380414138071550082" /></a>This next section is called "The Streets of Yesteryear," where you can stroll down the brick street and peer into the shop windows and get a glimpse of what life was like at the turn of the century (the LAST century, that is). It is nighttime, so the shops are closed. Here are a couple of my favorites:<br /><div><br /></div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMHsb_9_Sxkpsf6JhT7P3XdlgWppso9-hUNP3cI-tm2xbT8yuFchJRS5B9ypzvnbpVTaE61QiKk72-rF6XIZ73xgO23GsAOap95Y8MF9n98a8FDJjS7Eskj6He_s9_n773TsMucSXheUnr/s1600-h/08+apothecary.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMHsb_9_Sxkpsf6JhT7P3XdlgWppso9-hUNP3cI-tm2xbT8yuFchJRS5B9ypzvnbpVTaE61QiKk72-rF6XIZ73xgO23GsAOap95Y8MF9n98a8FDJjS7Eskj6He_s9_n773TsMucSXheUnr/s200/08+apothecary.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380413088568013970" /></a>The "Apothecary" was my favorite building in the "Yesteryear" section. Remember, these are all REAL bottles (or exact reproductions) of what was used in the late 1800's/early 1900's. Jenny Craig has nothing on this diet aid: Tapeworms! (don't worry, they're "sanitized.")</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSiKwT_8wfl0Zh7-wa-1D7kP7rCPW2u4GV1BnMDXj8wWvzqo1Emcf_i9pXvq1CX1htujQC5RegLRG4dXCbMncGtg721RkUyG5mqxVAxr3YsYgMBzgBF4w8w-1t-qDZwsfJcoWrqa0Cgjsb/s1600-h/09+apothecary+bottles.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSiKwT_8wfl0Zh7-wa-1D7kP7rCPW2u4GV1BnMDXj8wWvzqo1Emcf_i9pXvq1CX1htujQC5RegLRG4dXCbMncGtg721RkUyG5mqxVAxr3YsYgMBzgBF4w8w-1t-qDZwsfJcoWrqa0Cgjsb/s200/09+apothecary+bottles.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380413077840745922" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilQn54fIw8jqxiShEARoiJBs90WwmxKxP1gY9Im7Eq0xE23APAn6wXuFmZYLDUoBrdR4gWYJy64dON8rYbFpWWR4hDuY7nYNXHOLmOPSaAFaLKtfR0QRCG9p0DOlc8Fx5ynKDJW647hPkU/s1600-h/16+tapeworms.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilQn54fIw8jqxiShEARoiJBs90WwmxKxP1gY9Im7Eq0xE23APAn6wXuFmZYLDUoBrdR4gWYJy64dON8rYbFpWWR4hDuY7nYNXHOLmOPSaAFaLKtfR0QRCG9p0DOlc8Fx5ynKDJW647hPkU/s200/16+tapeworms.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380413069266614066" /></a><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinCe2qPDqe6Ir4i-5JjsuLvQ6V7aJX_DRthA2xfco6xVJWGq4j0gusXyAWeR1hm0pf3C8XDBrO5oQaHUgqYsN6GabCJzVobuHcw0NeXNe8_CD865eZuXYiJglvG0VSPku3Yb2j1W9tZ7qD/s1600-h/33+Phelps+car+ad.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinCe2qPDqe6Ir4i-5JjsuLvQ6V7aJX_DRthA2xfco6xVJWGq4j0gusXyAWeR1hm0pf3C8XDBrO5oQaHUgqYsN6GabCJzVobuHcw0NeXNe8_CD865eZuXYiJglvG0VSPku3Yb2j1W9tZ7qD/s200/33+Phelps+car+ad.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380411923372625954" /></a><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>If you can read this (after clicking on it and enlarging it), you might get a kick out of it, like I did. Its selling point, for this new "horseless carriage," is that it drives using reins --- just like a horse!<br /><div><br /></div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjd2d_JV2KiFrRa_RzJnMyga3-72lLB-8uIdtUNbA06AozRLzWngZxe2jcQSqWQ7A_NM3xqj02aLKMEEV3C1VJmzuVhP8Y8_B4eMnZPDF67H3s4yr0gWdL7G6TdQ5OTUwhH0lAgfR92TjI/s1600-h/73+women%27s+bathroom.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjd2d_JV2KiFrRa_RzJnMyga3-72lLB-8uIdtUNbA06AozRLzWngZxe2jcQSqWQ7A_NM3xqj02aLKMEEV3C1VJmzuVhP8Y8_B4eMnZPDF67H3s4yr0gWdL7G6TdQ5OTUwhH0lAgfR92TjI/s200/73+women%27s+bathroom.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380411411589383650" /></a>This was one of the walls inside one of the Women's Restrooms!<div><br /></div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJaGCAT5qBtSItQ7GRQ_e6FmgORMe1woN4aA6BGqmTFQU8CeYBEkq98Bjvzk6McQW_YdetvxXJDkPVR88VaRostt9X34b4R-uWml1n1JfzUwS-nw7UZ-vnzqfJ0TtwIgRjLJr8PQ6ab3d-/s1600-h/99+clocks.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJaGCAT5qBtSItQ7GRQ_e6FmgORMe1woN4aA6BGqmTFQU8CeYBEkq98Bjvzk6McQW_YdetvxXJDkPVR88VaRostt9X34b4R-uWml1n1JfzUwS-nw7UZ-vnzqfJ0TtwIgRjLJr8PQ6ab3d-/s200/99+clocks.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380411136629604130" /></a><br /><div><br /></div><div>The Clock House (thru window).</div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Auntie Suehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04333441402712786129noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5035188578927262577.post-66887730124085997442009-09-10T20:49:00.001-07:002009-09-10T21:07:45.000-07:00Monday, Sept. 7 (Labor Day) - Part 3<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSegDVsuDpy9iClLFsVo6hf8-Cv1yPogqHBKD1chM8eKbHyEmFfmmguW0pXfJuI-Aa_PFwEDUE60pZo-k3ywssWCli45BwqnnzXN7xincSAUjgSCzegNnjVqafAbKnElL7_JRcx5nzlOVK/s1600-h/*reflection+at+campground.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSegDVsuDpy9iClLFsVo6hf8-Cv1yPogqHBKD1chM8eKbHyEmFfmmguW0pXfJuI-Aa_PFwEDUE60pZo-k3ywssWCli45BwqnnzXN7xincSAUjgSCzegNnjVqafAbKnElL7_JRcx5nzlOVK/s200/*reflection+at+campground.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380053015346256354" /></a>I didn't really intend to have a "Part 3" to today's post, but I forgot to put these pictures from the Wisconsin Riverside Resort campground in Spring Green where we stayed for several nights while visiting The House on the Rock. I took the girls (= my dogs) for a long walk along the banks of the Wisconsin River. It was just before sunset. They really wanted to go into the water (very unlike what they did at Elora Gorge --- see Aug. 16 post --- where I had to pull them into the water). They had fun, but it was a bad mistake on my part.<br /><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhP95lXifrka9zwXDN74IrJLAjAQgzJKBV_vsIJuINX8RpPCREf817rDC-MkbVo4MCSRqKvh6vgbCfqj1SGmO_fh5OXn6XJSwafKswIg7QckBy60syij0tshVxniOkcbBWeitDCoHffQgqT/s1600-h/*dogs+in+water.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhP95lXifrka9zwXDN74IrJLAjAQgzJKBV_vsIJuINX8RpPCREf817rDC-MkbVo4MCSRqKvh6vgbCfqj1SGmO_fh5OXn6XJSwafKswIg7QckBy60syij0tshVxniOkcbBWeitDCoHffQgqT/s200/*dogs+in+water.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380052729519628610" /></a>Wet dog plus sand and dirt plus long road back to Roadtrek equals BIG MESS. I don't have an outside shower like the newer Roadtreks do and I did not have water at this particular campsite. I let them inside, tied them to the counter so they wouldn't jump up on my bed, and washed the dirt off as best I could using a small container of water I swished all 8 paws in. That didn't help getting the dirt off their bellies, though. I tried splashing it up which only succeeded in getting my floor all wet (and that meant pulling up the foam tiles later and drying them and the floor underneath...) My formerly white babies are now a smelly light brown....and I will have to learn to sleep with the feel of sand in my sheets until I can do laundry. But they had fun. Honest.<br /><div><br /></div><div><br /><br /></div></div>Auntie Suehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04333441402712786129noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5035188578927262577.post-17909379207931919422009-09-10T19:56:00.000-07:002009-09-10T20:46:59.607-07:00Monday, Sept. 7 (Labor Day) - Part 2<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuKq5EiAZb4fO9UQtVbPR1exyyGZNSUUkSs2MNagjxIY2KAK4bsvp_FBKeWXnE8y77Pmx-pcC5frc_4s4GmlDVIat25qlahpKvDyWR3PkycMz2erd0ioNF_9Tb6Xzi1rUc-CipFmL6IL7-/s1600-h/*wood%3Fstatue.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuKq5EiAZb4fO9UQtVbPR1exyyGZNSUUkSs2MNagjxIY2KAK4bsvp_FBKeWXnE8y77Pmx-pcC5frc_4s4GmlDVIat25qlahpKvDyWR3PkycMz2erd0ioNF_9Tb6Xzi1rUc-CipFmL6IL7-/s200/*wood%3Fstatue.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380044977477634242" /></a><i>[continued from Part 1 below]</i><div><i><br /></i></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;">This is one of the many statues throughout the House on the Rock. Most are bronze, but this one looks like it might be wood (I don't remember).</span><br /></i><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhy85g0Yg4471FwMTT2dUQNveVVfBrlVpY45dOgpg78hEMifIezVjCFIRvgbLlGp7cJl5cgG1g8jv2e6iiHqZux2um4m3TJihKP5ZkilVsBQCgOsaUo6uP1o7davJksRQDpnUcoUedQrrEu/s1600-h/*stained+glass+windows.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhy85g0Yg4471FwMTT2dUQNveVVfBrlVpY45dOgpg78hEMifIezVjCFIRvgbLlGp7cJl5cgG1g8jv2e6iiHqZux2um4m3TJihKP5ZkilVsBQCgOsaUo6uP1o7davJksRQDpnUcoUedQrrEu/s200/*stained+glass+windows.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380044526786281986" /></a><br /><div><br /></div><div>The stained glass windows, panels, and lights look much better in the pictures I took with the flash turned off on my camera --- just had to hold it very still for the long exposure time.</div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4t1IZJF-f_w2IAUuY3L6qpWPrbl9WrRJctRVXfMn0-UIK3fQ2jQpDLQnuFI9Z_1YHvNo3BXs8yNmdLdXpWHeZn63S41Xi1VO6JzN7b1Gd0fUZO5jK1B9ssxCDqh6pZvsbsnQoJ5gHBTr6/s1600-h/*summer+panel.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4t1IZJF-f_w2IAUuY3L6qpWPrbl9WrRJctRVXfMn0-UIK3fQ2jQpDLQnuFI9Z_1YHvNo3BXs8yNmdLdXpWHeZn63S41Xi1VO6JzN7b1Gd0fUZO5jK1B9ssxCDqh6pZvsbsnQoJ5gHBTr6/s200/*summer+panel.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380044272741933938" /></a>This "Summer" panel is from a set of the "Four Seasons," on display in the Piano Room. They "are thought to be the only exact replica of the set created by Tiffany."<br /><div><br /></div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjyvwu6LtCmI8YtkLEbUBbFj_qNsnRHiswBknm4AWUU5iBPqePaUHzvahB_g2QyzjfeBgLg_clnSD_CgphEaXnpoHc-CQZ0Br-yKQ-bvC8GTklkahNnO-7oTc1ikdkW9ytvNL-H7FypIhf/s1600-h/*mushroom+vase+%26+table.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjyvwu6LtCmI8YtkLEbUBbFj_qNsnRHiswBknm4AWUU5iBPqePaUHzvahB_g2QyzjfeBgLg_clnSD_CgphEaXnpoHc-CQZ0Br-yKQ-bvC8GTklkahNnO-7oTc1ikdkW9ytvNL-H7FypIhf/s200/*mushroom+vase+%26+table.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380044044551061794" /></a><br /><div>I really liked this "Mushroom Lamp," as well as the table it was on. "This one-of-a-kind masterpiece, created by Bob Bauer and John Coble, stands 40" tall. Inspired by Tiffany."</div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhM8npnMw527NVcdWlxONOXr-zqgiEttjo5LJNesCVO-72-DfyeKcS59rU7A8FpKgozPAC5oWkx4KYS4lwXsItxPzpExhErQjg51bQnHl9rGV1CmRpoA6Pyroe5E9TAq76r513Hpju_P0c9/s1600-h/*bronze+statue.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhM8npnMw527NVcdWlxONOXr-zqgiEttjo5LJNesCVO-72-DfyeKcS59rU7A8FpKgozPAC5oWkx4KYS4lwXsItxPzpExhErQjg51bQnHl9rGV1CmRpoA6Pyroe5E9TAq76r513Hpju_P0c9/s200/*bronze+statue.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380043780604920466" /></a>Another of the bronze statues.<br /><div><br /></div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqlwLv-_CVZ_Ql45wRq99Ky-1o36DckM_uqDf_sI08WiTwYjGZHOEt1orp5x0T02P2AuzG19xuSrI_JzPf479OE-1xb8ABeCUbLX98dcvPvKbmh0-HeHkd2QHXkFx-Ji5lfCG6IjTT6ieD/s1600-h/*view+of+valley.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqlwLv-_CVZ_Ql45wRq99Ky-1o36DckM_uqDf_sI08WiTwYjGZHOEt1orp5x0T02P2AuzG19xuSrI_JzPf479OE-1xb8ABeCUbLX98dcvPvKbmh0-HeHkd2QHXkFx-Ji5lfCG6IjTT6ieD/s200/*view+of+valley.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380043484451122018" /></a><br /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwh8nR-98y1-3BSKtQCc4vcez304u6P4LoPzLI8Nkx_rvaazDhzxMLbi_DCz0JNbK97vQcs-ApB7JK87uaxvEbnFVlgkQL5hBhy15lY25kqhFzsUPEeZIFFnGObS4oW7Y5y_TQZWGNXEU9/s1600-h/*view+of+walkways.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwh8nR-98y1-3BSKtQCc4vcez304u6P4LoPzLI8Nkx_rvaazDhzxMLbi_DCz0JNbK97vQcs-ApB7JK87uaxvEbnFVlgkQL5hBhy15lY25kqhFzsUPEeZIFFnGObS4oW7Y5y_TQZWGNXEU9/s200/*view+of+walkways.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380043184394953890" /></a></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwh8nR-98y1-3BSKtQCc4vcez304u6P4LoPzLI8Nkx_rvaazDhzxMLbi_DCz0JNbK97vQcs-ApB7JK87uaxvEbnFVlgkQL5hBhy15lY25kqhFzsUPEeZIFFnGObS4oW7Y5y_TQZWGNXEU9/s1600-h/*view+of+walkways.jpg"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; ">This is the view of the Wyoming Valley (yes, I know, we are in Wisconsin...) from the roof of the House.</span></a><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Also a view of some of the covered walkways that connect the House and the other buildings that were added later to house Alex Jordan's many collections (tomorrow's tour!)</div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxGyXCacKsJWg1S3Z2Hu5gFbb9vTx6FF2-BXIuEw6kYOhk3pr6ZHUy2xMQYquweNyw-NuNI8vF8hpgCplHW9rX9ZtbTp9_WtvO7dTdYo1WB_cJ90d24DZ8Ss81S_UxgC6_deCSje_O5o1f/s1600-h/*Sue+in+garden.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxGyXCacKsJWg1S3Z2Hu5gFbb9vTx6FF2-BXIuEw6kYOhk3pr6ZHUy2xMQYquweNyw-NuNI8vF8hpgCplHW9rX9ZtbTp9_WtvO7dTdYo1WB_cJ90d24DZ8Ss81S_UxgC6_deCSje_O5o1f/s200/*Sue+in+garden.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380042803230002450" /></a><br /><div>On to the container gardens. "The House on the Rock maintains one of the largest container gardens in the Midwest. There are well over 100,000 plants in all, including landscape plantings, flower beds and 3400 potted plants. About 275 varieties are represented, over half of which are virtually unknown elsewhere in the Midwest. Perennials on display are constantly rotated from nearby greenhouses so that the specimens you see are always in bloom throughout June, July and August."</div><div><br /></div><div>A few of the pots had the names of the plants indicated, but most did not (unfortunately).</div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtwZO77Bkev4MF_X-oVuAbTxwVayZVShaZxzcqqrq1iU5wWfL3HDvxpSW4184U0Ys3FoZPt5qF5ZGaWCkepFNmyqPAKBJx00XZe0HRI2-cF_2Lc2x5tP2p1SwKpzw9J6c6TwiZAAtU3pt2/s1600-h/*orange+pumpkin+flowers.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtwZO77Bkev4MF_X-oVuAbTxwVayZVShaZxzcqqrq1iU5wWfL3HDvxpSW4184U0Ys3FoZPt5qF5ZGaWCkepFNmyqPAKBJx00XZe0HRI2-cF_2Lc2x5tP2p1SwKpzw9J6c6TwiZAAtU3pt2/s200/*orange+pumpkin+flowers.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380042225693609058" /></a><br /><div>This looked like orange paper Japanese lanterns.</div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEix9pVe1F7tph9U2ae2Bs6EOfKswBaW7sWc5mT7FdMqJ5W-Er9ieoFoANKL1Z1vtgVI1TSWDc4zrGTXYFYcl-8nB3nhM-QgcBEWtsq_WE_GtnMPY1CW7_RYNWm9yZnndGNjU7IZJ230K-Bo/s1600-h/*garden+flowers+2.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEix9pVe1F7tph9U2ae2Bs6EOfKswBaW7sWc5mT7FdMqJ5W-Er9ieoFoANKL1Z1vtgVI1TSWDc4zrGTXYFYcl-8nB3nhM-QgcBEWtsq_WE_GtnMPY1CW7_RYNWm9yZnndGNjU7IZJ230K-Bo/s200/*garden+flowers+2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380041888036352738" /></a><div><br /></div><div><div><br /></div><div>I think this was a "bleeding heart" something.</div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTtfIBZbgk_iUy2MogFyGRnywgq-XvkcKzSRlZlaoPCn-ZSD8dzq_TIDwluQbX8DMLWgAZGRegqYF_5MUqR2bw-lGf3mwgN5qFHzmN4RHGxxBWN7bvx7QwMpeNA9U70CF_EQXOuVBV4MqJ/s1600-h/*garden+flowers+1.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTtfIBZbgk_iUy2MogFyGRnywgq-XvkcKzSRlZlaoPCn-ZSD8dzq_TIDwluQbX8DMLWgAZGRegqYF_5MUqR2bw-lGf3mwgN5qFHzmN4RHGxxBWN7bvx7QwMpeNA9U70CF_EQXOuVBV4MqJ/s200/*garden+flowers+1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380041594216719202" /></a><br /><div>He was very fond of oversized strawberry pots (some up to 20 feet tall) and there are many elaborate ones like this in the gardens, around (and inside) the house, in the parking lot, and alongside the road leading up to the House.</div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3eGKdOSWEt_9jUeogPEmLJ81gntF6l4MQH4uc17auwlbeJmXIt0vn5qBSklDXWcTE2XlhVvuZ6kmLARf5g2yK_x8Tr3CypaQP05E7REKYfxt7d-N-2UIhMu0RueMtrZJn69_-SOsUucNr/s1600-h/*eggplant.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3eGKdOSWEt_9jUeogPEmLJ81gntF6l4MQH4uc17auwlbeJmXIt0vn5qBSklDXWcTE2XlhVvuZ6kmLARf5g2yK_x8Tr3CypaQP05E7REKYfxt7d-N-2UIhMu0RueMtrZJn69_-SOsUucNr/s200/*eggplant.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380039589791374930" /></a><br /><div><br /></div><div>Eggplant. My favorite.</div><div><br /><br /></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Auntie Suehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04333441402712786129noreply@blogger.com0