Sunday, September 25, 2016

The Movie Experience

A retired airline pilot friend wrote me today about seeing "Sully." In his email, he wrote about his granddaughters:

They would have preferred watching something else but it was the only 11:30  flick and they couldn’t resist the movie routine of pop corn,  electric reclining seats and extending footrests ( a far cry from the Spartan  RKO I knew 60+ years ago  on  230th  St.  and Broadway in Riverdale where a mean lady in a white dress patrolled with  a flashlight  and kept us in line ). The kids said they  preferred another theater  which had a button at every seat to summon  an attendant for  snacks but we told them they’d just have to rough it. 
and I responded with my own movie memories which I'll share... anything like yours?

I'm glad you saw it in such a plush theater. I had almost forgotten about the mean old ladies, and I remember them well. We called them "matrons" and basically our greatest sin was not having our two feet on the floor where they belong. I know I had the flashlight turned on me a few times, but I don't think the matron really had any power... never remember a kid being thrown out. When we would go to our cousins in Wisconsin in  the summer, they often had "35 cartoons!" as the feature which I thought was heaven. 

One of my favorite old lady stories to tell is how my father would give my sister and me a dollar to go to the movies. It was 35 cents each to get in which left us 30 cents. We would each buy one candy of our choice for ten cents leaving one last dime. We took that last dime and negotiated a candy to be shared. I can still picture my sister and me standing in front of the candy counter going back and forth on that third candy. 

Certain things make me feel old and the movie experience is one of them... sometimes I think I actually saw the newsreels which now seem so campy... and why can't we get a cartoon any more?And I date myself when I use the term "coming attractions." Can still smell the Oyster Bay theater where we went... every so often I smell that smell  and it's glorious... sort of a damp musty smell mixed with popcorn smell.  

Also, in those days, you just dropped the empty popcorn container and candy wrappings on the floor. Now you'd be arrested no doubt for that!  

I just dregged up another memory... there was an ancient ticket taker, an old man, sort of decrepit, in that Oyster Bay theater... and he would take your ticket and rip it in half... and he had these horrid long yellow fingernails which must have been on purpose to help him tear the tickets. And, of course, my parents sat in smoking, with us along, but the smoking section seats were bigger and plusher so we didn't mind. Velvet seats that I loved.


Friday, September 23, 2016

Milo's New Bed

Mary says:

In preparation for colder weather, i wanted to get Milo a bed that would help warm his arthritic joints. I found this one online that reflects his body heat back on him. He ignored it at first but now he seems to really like it. I think when it's cool but not freezing out I'll put in on the screened in porch for him.

A Feast Fit for the Queens We Are...

Barbara came over for our regular monthly luncheon and we splurged today; we abandoned Gracie's for a real restaurant and ordered LOBSTER ROLLS.

I gasped at the total, and Barbara said if I didn't want to spend that much, we could do something else. I said I was responding like an old woman to how prices have raised. I said I still expect to go to a diner, order a cheeseburger and soda... and Barbara said, "And pay under ten dollars." And she's right. So, I put my sticker shock aside -- OK, the total bill was $50 including tip but it was worth every cent.

I said to Barbara that at least this was delicious food for the price, and it really was... each component.

The lobster roll came with "hand cut" fries. Both of us thought they might be limp from being steamed in the delivery but they were actually crispy and delicious.

Nothing like fresh crunch cole slaw...

And the main course... lobster meat with celery salt, light mayo... other herbs and spices on toasted roll. It was worth the price!


Barbara told me that she played a game with herself... that if she passed Two Little Red Hens (the bakery) before 12:20 and there was no line that she would go in and buy cupcakes. Lucky for us, both conditions were met so for dessert, we had a carrot cake cupcake for her and a red velvet cupcake for me.

My red velvet cupcake with cream cheese frosting... as I said, we had a feast fit for the queens we are!

Wednesday, September 21, 2016


Mary says: These are delicious white peaches from the Orchard near Thurmont MD.  I though they weren't ripe because they're not soft but they are delicious. I bought a big basket, maybe 8 or more huge peaches, and they'll be gone soon. One if the best things about summer.

Tuesday, September 20, 2016

Barb's surprise birthday gift

Tickets to Hamilton!

Angelina snoozes...

Fran says she likes cuddling with sneakers....

Sunday, September 18, 2016

further on hopscotch

Barbara sent me this...

By the way, I asked my sister Susan if we had a name for the hopscotch stone, because she has an incredible memory for everything.  She said WE did not have any special name, but she said that my mother played a slightly different game as a child in NYC where they called it a "potsy".  

I started googling hopscotch... potsy sounds closer, but I don't think that was it. Most of the sites just called it a "marker" which I know we didn't call it. I learned that hopscotch started with Roman soldiers who jumped while carrying heavy weights, and that hopscotch is played all over the world and most countries have their own name for it and variations of the hopscotch board. In France, kids call it "escargot."

I just emailed a friend from kindergarten who has an amazing memory. She'll tell me, for example, who sat next to me in 5th period English class in 9th grade.