PHOTO PROMPT © Ted Strutz
“It’s hard to imagine that I may be reduced to a basket of photos.”
Ted stopped sorting books and looked at his sister, Bella.
“What photos? When we’re gone, our Instagram accounts will be deleted and that’s it. Poof!”
Bella picked up an ancient photo of a young woman, full of life and vigor.
What had those eyes seen? The photos meant nothing and didn’t tell.
They were Great-aunt Clara’s closest living relatives.
They’d each take some books and a few photos, then Clara would be gone.
Bella didn’t know her. Now she never would.
The tears were unlooked for.
Word count = 100
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Expectations, or when drunken girls turn nerds into heroes….
I was reading a post by Lisa on “Zen and Pi” when an ancient memory came back, one I haven’t thought of, mostly likely since it happened all of those years ago. First, I want to say that I don’t want to downplay her (Lisa’s) serious post with this bit of silliness, but there was something in there that brought this up.
One weekend night during my Senior year of college, one of my roommates and I went out drinking. This was Ohio State, so this was a very big past-time 😉 All of the nightclubs were off of the southeast corner, while we lived off of the northeast corner of campus. This is a huge campus…
We were both Introverts. I don’t know about other college age Introverts, but back then I often had trouble going to clubs, though I did it all of the time. The sensory overload makes my brain turn off. I see all of the excitement around me and want to join, but don’t know where to start. Back then it too often ended up with one or two too many beers. No, I wouldn’t get sick or falling down drunk or anything like that (not often), but I might be a little more than just slightly tipsy. Continue reading
I’m sure you’ve all seen the Song-Challenge, Song-of–the-day, Music-that-means-something-to-you- challenge or some combination/variation of those ideas floating around lately. Anyway, Sue Vincent gave me the challenge. So, to paraphrase Frank Sinatra, I’m going to do it my way.
Here is the basic idea (which I’ll semi-ignore):
Post a song a day for five consecutive days. (will do, well album, not song)
Post what the lyrics mean to you. (Optional) (nope – instrumental)
Post the name of the song and a video. (will do – a song from the album)
Nominate 1 or 2 bloggers each day of the challenge. (Well…, All of you)
Years ago my brother and I went for a hike out at the Delaware Water Gap. If you don’t know where that is, just take 80 out of NYC and drive a couple of hours. When you are almost in Pennsylvania you’ll notice that the terrain has become pretty rugged. Soon steep hills seem to enclose the highway. Just before you reach the bridge across the Delaware River into Pennsylvania there is some nice hiking with parking not too far off of the highway. It is pretty country, as rough as you get that close to the city.
We had only been hiking for a short time when we came upon an improvised camp site. This was one of the first flat areas that we had come to and, despite the fact that you weren’t supposed to camp, there was a tent. A man and a woman, appearing to be in their early twenties, emerged from the tent. They looked a little worse for wear and I doubt if they had a decent shower or change of clothes in days. Something about them didn’t look like outdoorsy type people. Continue reading
Summer in Vermilion, Ohio is interesting. It is a “resort” town without a resort, a beach town with no good beaches, a… well, you get the picture. It is a lake town, being on Lake Erie, and has a large small boat harbour. Back in the day they used to say it was the largest small boat harbour on the Great Lakes, which was supposedly the reason the Great Lakes Museum was located there.. And there are beaches, if not great ones, and restaurants, and quaint shops and other such things. There are even some bars, or at least there used to be. And back in the day there used to be a commercial fishing fleet based in town with a big chunk of river front taken up by the Kishman Fish Company. Strangely enough, the place is crawling with tourists all summer.
The summer before my senior year of high school was very interesting. Besides the typical summer stuff I usually did and my group of friends I hung out with, I sometimes did things with my sister and her friends. This was a small group of 21 year olds who were all back in town for the summer or who still lived in town. Of course 21 is and was the legal age for alcohol, so some of their activities included going out to clubs, mostly in some of the larger towns. Continue reading
I think I was 13 at the time. Sure, I can do a bit of research and find out exactly how old I was, but I’ll go with 13. Washington was filled with peanut souvenirs and some memories of the Bicentennial celebrations were to be seen. We were exploring the Smithsonian and having a great time. It was magical. My brother and I helped some Soviet citizens (diplomats?) with a kiosk demonstrating that wild device of the future that would some day be called an “ATM”.
People started whispering and then yelling. “He’s here, he’s here!” “What is he doing here?!” “I can’t believe he is here!” Who? Several years before my sister saw Robert Redford from a distance while visiting DC. He was filming a movie called “All of the President’s Men”. Could it be someone as famous?
Gemini – Photo from Cedar Point’s web site
It was huge. No, huge couldn’t even begin to describe the massive wooden city that had in the last year sprang up from the mild Ohio woodlands. There were towers 125 feet tall with twists and turns. Every so often the sound of fury and thunder arouse from the surreal forest of wood and metal. It was unlike anything I’d seen before.
At the age of 14 I was standing at the foot of Cedar Point’s newest roller-coaster, the Gemini. At the time it opened it was the tallest, highest, fastest, steepest and meanest roller-coaster in the world. Later they had to change it to the tallest racing coaster, but at that time it still held the record and it was huge. The park’s other wooden roller coasters seemed tiny in comparison. The mild Mine Ride boarded on boring. The Blue Streak fit the original definition of thrill ride, a seat of the pants scary ride. You never knew if the ride would finally come off of the tracks or if you’d fly out of the car. But still, it was just a simple loop, not much of a ride, really, if you looked at it. The Gemini, though, was huge and complex. Continue reading
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At the tender age of 6 I became a synthesizer fanatic. My first exposure was Wendy Carlos’ epic album, Switched on Bach. After hearing that I tried to find anything and everything that had synthesizers, particularly the big Moog modular synthesizer.
At about 12 I saw an album cover with the coolest synthesizer on the back. I had to have it! But at that age I really couldn’t afford it. Now the stories differ. I remember buying it for my brother for Christmas while he says he bought it himself, the first album he actually paid for. Whichever way, that cool looking album ended up in my brothers hands. Of course at 12 that meant it is almost mine forever.
I was totally blown away when I first heard it. Although I was a synth-fanatic, I had never heard sounds quite like it. There was lush soundscapes, complex textures, shimmering glides, ethereal voices and surrealistic instruments. Sure, there were some quirky, silly and novelty sounds mixed in, but as a kid I loved it. More than anything I’d heard created by synthesizer, this sounded living, organic. And yet it sounded spacey and futuristic. Continue reading
Milky Way above Dennisport
I sat in the theater anxiously waiting for the movie to start. We’d had to wait well over an hour to get in to ensure we had a good seat. I was told I’d love the movie, but I wasn’t so sure. From the commercials it looked like a hokey Buck Rogers style movie using Space 1999 spacecraft. I was a hip and jaded 13, I didn’t need to have Hollywood shoving this kids’ stuff down my throat. So I sat there, watching the cartoons on the large screen, not realizing that in the not too distant future the cinema would be cut in half and later cut in half again, creating a postage stamp size screen in each theater, and waited for the main attraction.
Finally, with a fanfare, the movie started. Words floated through space in a giant block. The effect was cool, but they actually expected us to read in a movie? Read? As the words floated off to infinity the camera panned down. We were in orbit around a planet, and it looked like a planet. Not a distant ball like that old TV show, Star Trek, but a real, honest to goodness planet. And we were in a low orbit so the world below filled my whole vision, going out to the end of my peripheral vision. It felt real. It felt like we were in space. Nothing, literally nothing, had been like this before. We were in orbit around a real planet. We really were.
Before I had time to totally take in this planet, a spaceship zoomed overhead. Sure, there were some similarities with the Space 1999 ships, but this looked so much cooler. It looked the way a spaceship should. And I could tell it was pretty big, a good 80 foot long. Maybe bigger. It was firing laser blasts at something following and there was return fire.
And then the other ship came on screen. Remember, this was a huge screen that covered my whole vision, from left peripheral to right. And the ship filled the screen. After the entire top of the screen was filled with spacecraft it kept coming. And it kept coming. And coming. And coming. It was huge! It was the size of a city! A super New York in the sky. And every detail was perfect, though by then I was so immersed that it didn’t need to be perfect. I was in the movie. And my young mind was blown. Continue reading