Got Cancer? If not, you’ll probably get it, or a family member or someone else you know will. Last night, I watched a PBC documentary by Ken Burns about the disease. You gotta watch it! It starts at 9 pm on channel 2 (702 HD) and airs for 2 hours. I learned a lot about my problem, its history, and cures. Tonight is part 2 of 3. Now I feel like I can understand my doctor better and speak intelligently to others with the disease. Definitely worth the watch.
I’ve been busy moving my Middle Street Office into my Main Street Gallery. Surplus furnishings be given away. This includes steel and wood shelving, work tables, chairs, and who knows what else. First come, first serve. I’ll be open after 12 noon this Friday 3/27/15 and Saturday 3/28/15. Best contact: firstname.lastname@example.org or simply walk in to take away what you want. Bodin Historic Photo, 82 Main Street, Gloucester, MA 01930
The Cleaves House, where photographer Charles H. Cleaves lived, is in the center of the photo. The view can be seen from the top of what is now called Pasture Road. Our Spring Thaw is just around the corner. I’m going to turn over my vegetable garden this spring if I have to do it on my hands and knees.
This is what Stacy Boulevard and the Fisherman at the Wheel statue will look like when I take my next long walk. Photo by Alice M. Curtis, circa 1940.
Built in 1929 in Essex at the Story shipyard, the 87.9’ long motorized dragger Babe Sears was 87.9′ long and speeded along at 9.5 knots. Here she’s tied up at Gorton’s Wharf in Gloucester in March of 1945.
These shovelers are working on a snow bank along Washington Street in the Riverdale neighborhood of Gloucester. The sun and warmer weather we’ll have next week will make a small dent in our snow cover. I remember snow still on the ground in April after the Blizzard of 1978.
Today all systems were go: 33°F, daylight, dry pavement, and a craving to walk some distance without my cane. Janet took the cane at the front door and we walked at a medium pace to my favorite animal sculpture park. After stopping to take a few photos, we walked back home. Total distance: One half mile using no cane or other walking aid.
As the journey started thirteen months ago, I couldn’t roll onto my side in a hospital bed. I graduated to a wheelchair, then a walker, followed by a cane, and now two legs. I’m currently scouting around for a longer full–milestone trail. (Photo by Janet).
Welcome to Beautiful and Historic Downtown Gloucester. Visitors, you’re often left to dispose of your trash on the sidewalk or street. Nearby residents, you dump your household trash in the barrels or on the sidewalk when they’re full. It’s convenient for you and you save $2 per week.
Most of our group went into the State House thru the General Hooker entrance. Escorted by Catherine Ryan, I entered via the accessible Bowdoin Street door, because it has a ramp instead of stairs. Once inside and past security, there are elevators aplenty. The first thing I wanted to see was one of the two large cod sculptures. By chance, we immediately ran into our State Senator, Bruce Tarr, who took the time to give us a short tour. Art in all media was everywhere, including the 1798 “new” State House itself.
My friend Sefatia (Romeo Theken), Mayor of Gloucester, and Charlie (Baker), Governor of Massachusetts. The Governor is quite tall (6’6″), and is more handsome in person than on TV. They’re posed in front of the Grand Staircase at the State House. I prefer not to shoot with a flash, but probably should have here for better sharpness. Sefatia wants a copy of this photo, which I’ve sent.
I figured that if I could board the USCG Barque Eagle, I could visit the Massachusetts State House. I’m glad I did, because the City of Gloucester won the 2015 Commonwealth Award for “Creative Community” by the Massachusetts Cultural Council. The ceremony was held in the capital’s Great Hall. About a dozen of us, elected officials and organizers from Gloucester’s two designated cultural districts, marched to the podium and onto the stage to accept the medal. Shown below, left to right, are: Anita Walker, Executive Director of the Massachusetts Cultural Council; Ann Margaret Ferrante, our State Representative; Sefatia Romeo Theken, Mayor of the City of Gloucester; and Bruce Tarr, our State Senator. I was glad to be there and proud to have been part of our accomplishments.
A friend sent me this 1857 2.5″ x 3.5″ admission ticket for a shareholder’s meeting in Gloucester. I’m thinking that the “Gloucester House Hall” is the old Town Hall on Washington Street (now the VFW). What a “Lebee” and the “List of Cash” are a mystery to me. Any thoughts?
President Lincoln at Antietam with Allan Pinkerton, Brian Williams, and Major General John Alexander, 1862. I’m an admirer of Brian Williams’ work. When I was in the nursing home a year ago, my roommate and and I would spontaneously say every evening: “It’s Brian time!” It was one of the small joys of life in a difficult situation, which I’ll never forget. Good luck Brian, I miss you and know you’ll be reporting to us again soon.
Main Street, Rockport, circa 1898. Poole’s Drug Store is on the left, and Rockport’s first school house, circa 1790, is on the right. The team of horses in the background is most likely a wooden wedge-plow or a weighted wooden platform to compress the snow.
As the blizzard started, we walked over to the Emerson Inn for a special dinner (it’s always special there). I had the pan seared scallops with lentils and wine sauce. It was delicious, but because of what chemo has done to my taste buds, I ate sparingly. The leftovers will make great omelettes at home. It was nice to dress up. The place is not as formal as my outfit indicates.
Janet, my Valentine: She had the Rack of Lamb, rubbed with brown sugar and dijon mustard, served with a Port Wine reduction. She cleaned the plate with a simile on her face. Leftovers: 4 bare lamb bones.
Forty six years ago, almost to the day, the Blizzard of 1969 visited us. It dropped a mere 20 inches of snow. This is Gloucester’s DPW yard on Poplar Street, with National Guard and police vehicles in the yard and on the street. I think I see an armored personnel carrier on the right. The so-called “Lindsay Blizzard” killed 94 people. Mother Nature has a way of repeating herself, as does history.
I’d like talk about our snow, and spare you yet another snowy scenic photo, which you can see out the window or online. I took the ADA bus to work this morning, the first time I’d been out of the house since last Saturday, (2/7/15). On the ride, I noticed that from the intersection of Phillips Avenue and Granite Street in Rockport, to the traffic light at Route 128, only three small properties had shoveled their sidewalks. That’s a distance of over 3 miles, impassible. This is extremely dangerous for pedestrians, who are forced to walk in the street.
When people complain to me about snow related cabin fever, I explain to them how it affects me: After spending February and March of 2014 confined to a hospital bed, toughing out a blizzard or two isn’t difficult. At home I can walk around in the house, prepare food, read, nap, talk on the phone, shower in private, and putter around at will. Be thankful for what you’ve got.