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Tuesday, October 31, 2006

It's Halloween, 2006

Well, its Halloween. I recalled that my parents gave me a Halloween party when I was eight. About thirty kids showed up. I had fun, and I guess everybody did. There are pictures from that event in my parents' photo album. THis year my parents sent me a box of goodies, which are so much darn good eating, I don't want to share them with anyone. At the office, there was a costume contest and a haunted house and free hot dogs, and soda, and cookies and candy and and was a good time. But I made it home in one piece from the Los Angeles freeway system.
Well, I need to scan a picture or two and post them from the old days.

Tuesday, October 24, 2006

Leaving Mt. Airy

I have been out here in Los Angeles for twenty seven years now, I still miss Philadelphia. Its why I take so many photos when I go home. I will post some more pictures soon.

Friday, October 20, 2006

Valley Green

Today I thought about Valley Green in Fairmount Park, and how much I miss it. I have two photographs hanging up in my cubicle that I look at while I am working to take me back to the park whenever I look up. Most of my memories of it from the 70s are taking long bike rides on Forbidden Drive whenever I needed to not hear the sounds of the city. I had a Fuji bicycle back then, and I loved to ride it as much as I could. And riding in the park back then was a good long ride. This is the path I would ride on, very cold on this particular day in 1990 when I took it. Winter time, January to be exact. The Wissahickon Creek runs parallel to the Forbidden Drive, and its sound is very relaxing. The top picture is the Henry Avenue Bridge, which crosses over the park at a tremendous height. The park is in a valley, hence the name, Valley Green.

Sunday, October 15, 2006

Old Comics...

Marvel and DC comics

I just pulled down a bag of comics from the shelf, and recalled a time when my parents took my comics away from me in grade school. I wasn't doing my homework for some reason, and my parental units decided it was because I was reading a bag of comics given to me by a friend of my mother's. It was a shopping bag full of comics. And I could not get enough of them. I found them to be more fascinating than anything in school, so I read them constantly. And it showed in my schoolwork. As in, I did not do it. So, the teacher probably sent home a note, asking my parents where my homework projects were. And my parents asked me, and I answered that I did not know. They knew what was going on, and hid my comic books in a secret place. It took me months to find them. And when I did, I kept it to myself. I was on the way down the wrong road of life. I was about to become, a comic book geek. Mothers, don't let your sons grow up to become comic book geeks. That bag of comics had such gems as Fantastic Four Annual number 4, and Spiderman Annual number 2, I think. They became my escape from school, and I should have figured out how to balance school work and comics through school. Oh well....

Tuesday, October 03, 2006

Cliveden Park

Cliveden Park is a great park in Philadelphia. Its at Johnson and Musgrave Streets in Mt. Airy. Its a large city block, and its part of the Philadelphia Park system, probably the largest park system in a city in the world. I grew up across the street from Cliveden Park. My dad taught me how to throw and catch a baseball there. I played softball there, and tackle football, and ran through the hills on the Cliveden Street side throughout my childhood. In 1976 I think, a tornado touched down in the middle of the park, and took out many of the old trees. It was a scary Sunday afternoon, and I took pictures of the aftermath. The park was not the same after that. Whenever I go home to visit, I drive past the park, just to look at it and remember. I took pictures there last year, and will post some of them later. There was a muddy gully in the park, right where we played softball. It was probably part of an underground creek. When I played softball in the park, there were a bunch of older guys playing, and sometimes girls too. Once I was standing beside the big tree at home plate, and an older girl was up at bat. She swung and hit the ball, and slung the bat really hard. It hit me square in the chest, and I almost passed out. I ran to the hill which was next to Johnson Street gasping for air. I was crawling up the hill as the other kids ran to me to see if I was okay. I can still remember trying to get air into my lungs, and I thought I was done for. It took a while to get my breath back, and the other kids told me I was standing to close to the plate. I stood behind the tree after that. I played softball for couple of years in the park after that, but those kids left the park, and a new bunch came in, and we switched to tackle football in the soft leaves of autumn. We played that for couple of years then stopped playing in the park. After that, I would ride my bike through the park, and take pictures, but not hang out there. Matter of fact, nobody hung out and played in the park anymore. But it was a beautiful park back in the sixties and early seventies.

Johnson Street

A Saturday morning walk

I remember one Saturday morning when I was about six or seven years old, my father took me for a walk up Johnson Street to Germantown Avenue. I don't know why we were walking up Johnson Street, maybe to go to a store for a certain item. Somewhere on Germantown Ave., my dad bought a toy fire engine for me, a small metal hook and ladder truck. It was so cool. I wash I still had it, just remind me of that day, which I think was in the fall. I missed the Saturday morning cartoons, but it was okay, because I was walking with my dad. Johnson Street was the way to drive to West Philadelphia to see my dad's side of the family. My mother's family all lived in Mt. Airy, very close to home. But to see my cousins who were my age, we had to drive to West Philly, a twenty minute trip through Fairmount Park. And Johnson Street was the first part of the trip. I took some pictures last year of Johnson Street, for an idea for a story I want to do about animals living in Cliveden Park who need to journey to Fairmount Park on Lincoln Drive. To take the pictures I had to drive there, get out of the car and walk around the neighborhood. It reminded me of the walk up Johnson Street I took with my dad so long ago. I am still looking for that fire engine in toy books and e-Bay. If you see it, let me know.