Colleen admired and remembered a teapot that Jean owned. Jean in turn had received it as a gift from another friend. Not so much a gift as it was given to her when the friend’s mother passed away. I could be wrong. But this is my story and I’m sticking to it. Anyway the nice thing is that there is a place to put a candle in order to keep your tea warm. Ok. There are people who are passionate about their tea. Colleen asked about the maker in order to try to find another. Jean gave it to Colleen. It’s one of life’s moments, an act of friendship followed by an act of kindness.
Jean moved to the top of the hill overlooking Elkins. It was Danny’s old house. I remember him and I don’t. This is a view worth having. That tall building is the courthouse. If you have to move this is the place you’d want to be.
The guest bedroom overlooks this view. I must make it a point to come and stay. But it might be fifty more years before I go back.
Jean was another childhood friend. She spent time as a correspondent in London before returning to West Virginia. London turned her hair white. Her uncle removed my tonsils a second time and for my brother John the first. Tonsils stay in nowadays. Her house was this brick place I remember well. It was one of the first venues in 7th grade where I discovered it was so lovely to hold a girl and slow dance. Jean swears she remembers I asked her to dance.
She was my neighbor at the end of the block where the stockyard cornfield used to be. Her dad was a florist. The other gal is Colleen. Lorraine, Ricky, Anne and I were known as the Southgate Road gang and we were invited to all the parties in the 7th and 8th grade together. We car-pooled. She was on my short list of people to see when I returned. We tried to remember old times, which is always fun as your memory fades. Well, I certain none of us had grey hair last we met.
It’s been here forever. Well, at least it’s been around since I was a kid many many decades ago. If you look closely there’s a fourteen year old mowing the lawn. I don’t know how old she is but fourteen was the number that popped in my head when I shot this image. No one lives here? It is an event venue. So you can have your next party. I like the house but an event does not appeal.
I am the worst at remembering birthdays. Carol, Susan, Amy, you know who you are. Every year on my birthday I receive a greeting. It’s nice. And when the time comes I am clueless as to when your birthday might be. Yes, I could ask once again and write it down on one of any devices that are designed to keep me in touch. So to all you ladies, I apologize. Belated or not, I am just remiss and will ever be. So happy birthday to all of you. You know who you are! I remember Ginny and Colleen for some reason. And yes the kids – my kids.
If you look online the music scene is on U Street in Washington. There was a parade later this day. But we were here now. So, hula hoop? White boots? Short dress and a DJ. Oh my go figure. I’m out of it I guess.
It leads me to another place near to the subway entrance. This motley crew all wore expressions that serve as ample fodder for a short story. I guess. Or it was simultaneously catching everyone with their mouth open while they ate.
Dinner was a Thai restaurant with a jazz trio. It was too much work to navigate a club. New city different rules. We had enough trouble getting on the subway. Each of us needed a ticket and you had to know where you were going in order to pay per station. To be sure you didn’t cheat you had to swipe your ticket when leaving. Oh my it’s a whole lot more unfriendly than NYC mass transit. But then again I never remembered Washington as user friendly. Go figure it’s our nation’s capital. Or, “I’m from the government and I’m here to help you.” Oh yeah!
It is dedicated to the women who served in the Vietnam War most of whom were nurses.
Steps away is the memorial wall listing the names of the dead from the Vietnam War. There are eight names, women who died. The memorial is moving and still relevant to my generation.
Reflection. There is the Washington monument in the background. And to the far right is the photographer (me).
When I grew up the sign said Five and Dime – meaning 5 cents and 10 cents. You could actually buy something with a dime. You could even get candy for a penny. Then I grew up. The mannequins are wearing a headholder device we use in surgery to fix the head in a position so it will not move and the surgery can be done precisely. Each device costs thousands. This is my grown up toy store. Twice a year we have a national meeting. The manufacturers bring items that can cost more than a million dollars a piece. It ain’t an arms sale but you may feel like you spend an arm and a leg. No, I’m not going to identify the ladies. They know who they are.
You know I got this shirt for fun in a tourist shop. I did not receive it as the door prize in a Republican fundraiser. Needless to say it was difficult to find a model in my family. The AANS is a very conservative organization and was actively promoting conservative republican politics. There is no question of bias among the leadership. I suppose there are those who deserve equal time.
Julia was the next to receive this re-gift. Hey it’s a dirty piece of laundry in my family. I doubt she’ll keep it. That was a definite look of asking her to eat something foul.
I was undecided about whether to post this with the FBI building or with Julia. Julia won.