Go forth, young cousin, with one of our last surviving Hess trucks.
If you live in the New York City metro area, then you’ve probably seen this WNBC TV holiday promo. It’s new every year, and every year I watch it on my DVR in slo-mo to see if I can find my friends in it.
Holiday traditions. :-)
I found myself! thank you for the grab!
My Christmas Playlist, 2012
I love Christmas music. These are some of my favorites this year:
- Muppets & John Denver, “Christmas is Coming.”
- The Pogues & Kirsty McCall, “Fairytale of New York.”
- Vince Guaraldi/Charlie Brown Christmas, “Christmastime is Here.”
- Dolly Parton, “Go Tell It on the Mountain.”
- Stevie Wonder, “What Christmas Means to Me.”
- John Coltrane, “What Child is This?” (Live at the Village Vanguard)
- Lou Monte, “Dominick the Donkey”
- Otis Redding, “Merry Christmas Baby.”
- Run DMC, “Christmas in Hollis.”
- Jackson Five, “Santa Claus is Coming to Town.”
- The Dismemberment Plan, “This Christmas.”
- Mariah Carey, “All I Want for Christmas is You.”
- Martha Reeves, “Oh Holy Night.”
- Frank Sinatra, “Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas.”
“Next year all our troubles will be miles away.”
I saw this taped to the door of St. Francis de Sales church in Belle Harbor, Queens today before attending mass with my mom. I don’t know when it was put up, or who put it there, but I think the sentiment is shared by so many people in my hometown. Thanks all. Happy Thanksgiving.
“Tho’ much is taken, much abides; and tho’
We are not now that strength which in old days
Moved earth and heaven; that which we are, we are;
One equal temper of heroic hearts,
Made weak by time and fate, but strong in will
To strive, to seek, to find, and not to yield.”
photo: carmel geoghegan words: tennyson, thanks to this post.
I had dinner tonight with my 87-year-old neighbor who lives across the hall. She invited me over for lo-mein and pie a couple days ago — how could i say no?
After we ate the lo-mein (house special) she showed me around her beautiful apartment with the furniture she brought to it after getting married in 1971, furniture from her mother’s house in the Bronx, furniture she decided to keep after shopping for a new living room set and not able to find anything new.
“I wanted the furniture to speak to me,” she told me. “When I told that to the guy at the store, he said, ‘maybe you should get a telephone!’”
She showed me photos of her family. She told me about her friends, some living, mostly dead. She told me who married a prince (Rita), who didn’t (her) and showed me photos from her 70th birthday party. Could it have been 17 years ago?
We then went back into the kitchen for lemon merengue pie. She apologized for taking a long time finding the words she was looking for. “My vocabulary is going with my age.”
Her oldest girlfriend is still alive — but she can’t speak.
“I think she lost it or something,” she said. She hadn’t seen her in a long time, but it wasn’t all so bad at 87. She doesn’t take so many pills. She was off the one fo high blood pressure. And two years ago, a young friend from church asked her to be the Matron of Honor at her wedding.
“People must have thought I looked funny walking down the aisle,” she said while showing me photos of her dressed in a light pink silk shirt.
“Time marches on.”