This is one Badass Blizzard. Thank you Jesus!! The Museum closed at 2:30 pm. Made it home safely to Brooklyn! NYC bus service shut down at 12 noon so I had to hoof it to 86th Street Central Park West! Had to walk in the street. Fortunately the Mayor and Gov. ordered all non-emergency vehicles off the streets so I did not get run over. Caught a D train to 59th Street and picked up the A train which was running local. Snow was inside the Ralph Avenue station. The entire platform was snowbound. The Mayor and Gov. cut off all subway service at 4 pm. Made it home by the skin of my teeth!
Snowstorm Jonas has brought the Big Apple to a halt except for the rich people on the Upper East Side frolicking with their kids and dogs in Central Park. But for those of us forced to work it was an icy hell. Glad to have made it home safely.
Here is the Google Photos link because I cannot get the video to post to this page. I took this photos from the windows at the museum. Please excuse the blurriness of some photos since at times the snow is drifting and a total white-out!
Making jokes about Snowstorm Jonas which is bearing down on New York City!! May as well laugh now because tomorrow I won’t be laughing while I’m struggling to get to work!! Ugh!!
Purchased a snow shovel. Ready as I’m gonna get! Mother Nature bring on the Blizzard!!
Wonder if Uber and Lyft will be giving out Free rides?!! LOL!!
Snowstorm Jonas is on its way to New York City. Is Blizzard Jonas a long lost Jonas brother from that boy band?!! LOL!!
Creating scenes in the Zen Garden in our kitchen. My room-mate and I are having a great time with this! Tuesday he will bring me sea shells and we will see what the Muses stir in our spirits.
Zen Garden ~~ Emergence Created by DeBorah Ann Palmer
Many Thanks and Much Gratitude and Appreciation to the Grandmothers Lives Project which Salute and Honor Grandmothers who are often the unsung Heroines in Our Lives!
Many thanks to BI Cuadrado Alvarez for sharing my idea to put the history of every local family, especially of every Great Grandmother and GrGreat Grandmother, in every public library.
On the surface the beautiful design, the warmth on a cold winters night while underneath an intricate patchwork of stitches all coming together joining not just pieces of fabric but generations. In my case me granddaughter to my paternal Grandmother Eva Palmer. Grandma Eva died when I was 5 or 6 so I did not get to know her well but that quilt held her memory however faint to me for quite some time. The colorful triangular patches sewn together combining functional with fancy.
Grandma Eva Sophronia Gordon Palmer — Grandmother Music Sewing Box
Grandmother Eva’s Music Sewing Box
Eva Sophronia Gordon Palmer — Grandmother Music Sewing Box
Grandma Eva’s Musical Sewing Box that plays, “Let Me Call You Sweetheart.”
Her patchwork quilt so lovingly made for me the first child of her only surviving son, my Dad Edward G. Palmer was like an umbilical cord linking us together. Now both my grandmother and my Dad have long since passed on but every time I see quilts I think of Grandma. Some threads represented the sons she lost to Polio other threads her grandchildren representing the next generation. And I possess her quiet strength and strong faith to endure tragedies and celebrate triumphs.
Eva Sophronia Gordon Palmer — Grandmother
Eva Sophronia Gordon Palmer. My Dad’s Mom. She married my Grandfather William Julius Palmer on Jan. 15, 1919. My grandmother was 27 when she got married to my grandfather who was 40. My grandmother was a Milliner, my grandfather a shipping clerk. I have very vague memories of her.
When I read the story Everyday Use by Alice Walker which is supposed to be a riff on the Bible’s Prodigal son I the good girl, the faithful daughter became the prodigal daughter who eventually returned to the fold. Every so often whether permitting I make my pilgrimage to Harlem to walk the streets of the Harlem Renaissance and every day people like William and Eva Palmer raising a family on a shipping clerk’s salary. My Grandfather William Palmer taking the kids to Mt. Morris Park (Now Marcus Garvey Park) on an outing.
My Grandfather William Palmer with four of his children at Mt. Morris Park around 1926. My Dad Edward G. Palmer is not in the photo because he was not born until 1930. The little boy on my GrandDad’s lap later died from polio.
Sometimes I can still remember traveling to Harlem with my Dad to visit my Grandma Eva. In my mind I’m still walking around her large apartment. I see my Aunt Eva’s piano. I see my Dad looking out the window while playing with the window blind cords and then I hear my Grandmother’s voice telling him to stop and for all of us to come eat.
This is an old post from 2011 but I decided to update it with an appropriate Tyler Perry video.
Ganja Granny
Senior citizens are not what you think they should be. These old coots bring new meaning to “Puff Daddy.” I think some fossils went on LSD trips in the 1960s and never came back!
One Wednesday I was doing my laundry with several of my neighbors when one of the dizzier elders came in with her laundry. This woman is totally discombobulated. She couldn’t remember which washers she left her clothes in then she couldn’t decide which dryers in which to place her clothes.
During the course of this drama she lost her laundry card. We no longer use coins but cards similar to credit cards. She accused two young men who had just come in the laundry room of stealing the card while they were on the other side…
Espiritu en Fuego/A Fiery Spirit 