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November 4, 2014

Defy Gravity: Descend Gravity Hill Road in New Paris, PA

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DEFY GRAVITY: DESCEND GRAVITY HILL ROAD

IN NEW PARIS, PENNSYLVANIA

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 Sometimes (no, most of the time) I arrive at places when I’m unprepared. Sometimes it’s my mental condition, sometimes it’s that I arrive at a place unexpectedly.

This happened on October 28, 2014. The latter, that is—arriving at a place unexpectedly.  I had no water in the car (I usually do) and no exercise ball (I usually don’t). Nonetheless, my husband Monte and I had an extraordinary experience on Gravity Hill Road in New Paris (Bedford County), Pennsylvania.

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The publicity flier I picked up at the motel we stayed at asked Have you ever wanted to defy gravity? Being married to a former physicist this sounded like an unmanageable challenge. I showed the flier to Monte, telling him it might be interesting to take a detour deep into the Bedford County mountains en route home. After all, it was a delightful Indian summer day with miles of (more…)

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November 1, 2014

Descending Laurel Mountain in Ligonier, PA

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DESCENDING LAUREL MOUNTAIN

WESTMORELAND COUNTY, PENNSYLVANIA.

ALONG THE LINCOLN HIGHWAY (ROUTE 30E)

Below:along the Lincoln Highway en route to the crest of Laurel Mountain

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The WordPress photo challenge for October 31, 2014 is descent—experiment with your point of view and angle, or go even deeper with the theme.

I decided to play descent straight, having just taken another set of pictures while descending Laurel Mountain. The pictures were taken by me through the car window as my husband drove  along the steep descent

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May 20, 2014

A Dog Biscuit, A Lost Dog, and A Funeral

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A DOG BISCUIT, A LOST DOG, AND A FUNERAL

As my husband Monte shut the door I gave him my typical message: Wait, I’ve forgotten something. Returning to the kitchen I went to a gallon jug on the counter, pulled out a large dog biscuit, and stuck it in my coat pocket. Then we drove to the funeral home to pay our respects to our friend Henry, who had just passed on.

When we arrived I greeted his wife, Margaret, giving her the ritual hug. However, this time I held on tighter and longer than usual, enabling me to whisper softly in her ear: I have something for Henry.

I wasn’t certain how she would take my “bizarre” token to him. “I know what it is,” she responded, smiling. “Place it among his military medals. Henry will love it.” I carefully placed tucked the dog biscuit among his medals. Visitors from that point on wondered about it, but few dared (more…)

December 10, 2013

Revisiting Providence, R. I., 70 Years After My Birth

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Hugs for Darlene and Peter, birthed by my mother 10 and 20 years after me. She had a baby every decade: 1943, 1953, and 1963.

 REVISITING PROVIDENCE, RHODE ISLAND

70 YEARS AFTER MY BIRTH THERE

St. Joseph Hospital, now closed

St. Joseph Hospital, now closed

It was a cold and snowy December 9th evening in 1943, when a cab stopped in front of the doors of St. Joseph Hospital. The driver helped a woman, perhaps screaming in pain, up the snowy steps. He probably didn’t know that her water had broken in his cab, ruining her fashionable fur coat. Was this the first time he had transported a pregnant woman to the hospital who was so close to giving birth? Did the severe snowstorm delay his getting her to the hospital? According to the woman she was mighty close to delivering her child in the taxi.

In the excitement and urgency of the moment did she even pay the taxi driver?

 

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Hospital entrance

 

It was 1:15 a. m. on December 10th that Dr. Monroe Rosembloom, in the service of the U. S. Naval Air Station, delivered a 6 pound 12 ½ ounce baby girl whose mother named her Carolyn Virginia Cornell.

Her father, Chief Navy Photographer Robert William Cornell, wasn’t present for the birth of his daughter. It is likely he was on duty somewhere with Navy business. IMG_5396

Fast forward to September 7, 2013, when my husband Monte and I traveled up the New England coast during a 32 day trip.

Two of my goals were to see the hospital where I was born and to locate where my first home, 11 Neville Street, was. We visited the Cranston Library for help.

Monte and librarian Lisa Zavodi studied old and recent maps for (more…)

November 17, 2013

Wallis Sands Beach, New Hampshire (Sept. 2013)

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Hugs for Brenda, Maureen, Foster and the Tirrells

WALLIS SANDS BEACH, NEW HAMPSHIRE

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September 24, 2013, our last day in New Hampshire, began slowly. We packed up the car, not expecting to return to that particular motel since it was time for us to move up the Maine coast.

At 10:40 a. m. we drove down route 1A to Wallis Sands Beach in Rye, New Hampshire. It was a road familiar to me from the days of my childhood when my grandfather, Albert Briskay, drove my sister and me, or my mother, who caught the bus, took my sister and me, to this small beach in Rye.

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When we arrived there was an empty bus in the beach parking lot but only two people sitting at the far end of the beach. IMG_3794E

Determining that the tide was coming in and the sand area would disappear quickly I wrote “Goodby Wallis Sands” in the sand. I neglected to photo it.

Then Monte wandered to the southern breakwater rock wall while I shed my red pants to my bathing suit and took off down the beach.

Although the morning was crisp and  cool the sun poured its energy onto the sand and warmed my uplifted face. I walked the beach’s short length, partly on the damp sand, partly in the water. Half-way across were two smartly crafted sand castles, just above the high-tide water line. They reminded me of the temporary art my older sister and I used to create when we were on the beach over fifty years ago. IMG_3643E

At the far end I captured these birds:

IMG_3254EWandering deep into the water I realized I was overloaded with my towel and a small bag, so I walked to the dry sand to set them down. That’s when I noticed the couple sitting by the cement stairway wall.

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The man was using a movie camera, and I realized I was probably a star in (more…)

November 8, 2013

In the Pink: Rt. 30, Westmoreland County, PA and New England

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IN THE PINK

RT. 30, THE LINCOLN HIGHWAY

WESTMORELAND COUNTY, PENNSYLVANIA

with bonus “in the pink” pictures from

NEW ENGLAND

(A NaBloPoMo post)

The Westmoreland Chamber of Commerce is urging everyone to “paint Route 30 pink” during October, breast cancer awareness month (Tribune-Review article).

Driving the Lincoln Highway I spotted the following pinks:

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Miniature car atop Mike's Auto...

Miniature car atop Mike’s Auto…

Still on (just off) the Lincoln Highway

at a Laurel Mountain Park Hallowe’en Party:

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November 7, 2013

Haskell Free Library and Opera House a.k.a. Bibliothèque et salle d’opéra Haskell

CAROLYN’S COMPOSITIONS is now located at Carolyn’s Online Magazine.

After reading about Haskel Free Library I invite you to visit the new site.

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Hugs for the staff of Haskell Library and Opera House

HASKELL FREE LIBRARY AND OPERA HOUSE

A. K. A.

BIBLIOTHÈQUE ET SALLE D’OPÉRA HASKELL

Crossing the Canadian-USA Border Without a Passport

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TWO RIDDLES

Where in the United States is there a library without any books?

Where in the United States is there a theater without a stage?

The tales we heard about these riddles:

You must go to Derby Line, Vermont. It’s the furthest north you can go in the state. There is a library there but be careful. You must enter the correct door. If you don’t, the Border Patrol will get you, since the library there is in two countries—Canada and the United States. A squiggly line, following the actual border, crosses through the library.

The Border Patrol gives you freedom to cross into Canada and back into the United States inside the library. But if you exit the wrong door, watch out.

The tale above, told to us by a guest at a motel, is partly true. There is a library located in Derby Line, Vermont—and in Stanstead, Quebec, straddling the Canadian/United States border. Although the tale is rife with error, the fact that a structure encompasses two countries sounded intriguing to my husband Monte and me.

We were traveling through New England in September, 2013, when we heard about the Haskell Free Library and Opera House. We decided to detour an extra 50 or so miles to visit this library.

We made it to Derby Line on October 3rd and found a road blocked by large flower vases. And signs instructing us NOT to step beyond these floral decorations without going through customs, because the street on the other side of the planters was in Canada.

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The building was impressive. Welcome to the Haskell Library and (more…)

November 6, 2013

Visiting Duxbury Beach, Massachusetts

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VISITING DUXBURY BEACH, MASSACHUSETTS

September 17, 2013

(a NaBloPoMo post)

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Greetings from Carolyn, Duxbury Beach

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Obviously, I didn’t take this picture. Credit hubby Monte.

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The wave crashes—Monte took this one also.

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Click on Duxbury and Nantastic Beaches to read my write-up of my visit to these two beaches in Massachusetts.

(A NaBloPoMo post)

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October 3, 2013

Autumn Leaf-Peeping, Shopping, and Touring in New England

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AUTUMN LEAF-PEEPING, SHOPPING, AND TOURING IN NEW ENGLAND

Jay Peak, Vermont

Jay Peak, Vermont

I find it strange that through the years I’ve been asked two questions concerning my after-summer trips to New England:

  • Are you leaf-peeping?
  • Are you going to the outlet malls?
  • Are you doing the “touristy” things like visiting the mansions in Newport, Rhode Island or Nantucket off the shores of Cape Cod?

My response is

  • I can step out my front door and leaf peep, and I can see the most gorgeous leaves right here in Southwestern Pennsylvania. In fact, autumn leaves in Southwestern Pennsylvania rival Maine’s display any day.
  • Why would I travel to New England to shop at outlet malls when we have superior outlet malls close to home on Rt. 208 in Grove City?
  • Most of our New England visits have centered on researching my genealogy, researching information for my historic romance novel, or visiting friends and relatives, and making new friends.

On our last visit to New England, five years ago, I suggested to my husband Monte that we (more…)

September 14, 2013

Greek Festival in Cranston, Rhode Island

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GREEK FESTIVAL IN CRANSTON, RHODE ISLAND

September 7, 2013

 

While in Rhode Island we had the opportunity to attend a Greek festival. Parking was at a school parking lot, with shuttle busses transporting people to the Annunciation Greek Orthodox Church.

The event was so packed with people that the food line extended out to and beyond the church from the food tent, and the line never diminished.

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We decided to avoid the long line and picked some delicious food from a pastry line. We purchased a sufficiently adequate lopsided meal (mostly desserts—rice pudding, baklava) and found a seat beside a delightful local couple. We chatted away long after our meals, and then walked to the church where we viewed its beautiful round interior.

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We just missed the 4:00 dance show and saw only the beginning of the 7:00 show (we didn’t want to be caught in a crush of people returning to the parking lot in the shuttle).

Attendees must dance...

Attendees must dance…

Dancers lined up, waiting to begin the show.

Dancers lined up, waiting to begin the show.

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