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A brief recap from three blogs that I posted in October.  My Polish history has been shrouded in mystery.  Many years ago, I was told that my Grandfather had only one brother and that they both immigrated to America around 1905, I was not able to identify his brother.  Then around 2014 while visiting my cousin on Polish Hill in Pittsburgh, he suggested that we go through a box of my Aunt Theresa’s (my Dad’s youngest sister) memorabilia together.  We discovered a letter from a “Mrs. John Lesh” in Lorain, Ohio inviting my Grandfather to his nephew’s wedding over Labor Day...

Grey

Many more grey-sky days than sunny.  At least fifty shades.

Peter Yoder disdains a blue sky in his paintings.  I look at the sky regularly, day and night, and enjoy cloud-gazing, thunder-storm roiling bulges, and sunsets that distribute unpaintable variations.   A good sunset, often delightfully enhanced by air pollutants, spreads a continuum of dark to lighter greys to subtle and fleeting thin greens and a reach of hues of oranges and reds against a backdrop of fading shades of blue.  Then comes the horizon’s...

Due to the frequency of Zoom, I’ve been opting for phone calls for one on one conversations.  I often throw on my coat and go for a walk while talking, a nice change from sedentary computer-ing.  We’re fortunate to live by a public walking path in the woods, right behind a police depot which borders our property to  the north.

Last Wednesday afternoon I did just that.  The cool air and brisk walk were refreshing, and it was a good phone conversation.  I got in several laps.  My hands got a bit cold with no gloves, but alternating which hand got frozen while holding the phone helped...

We all have stories to tell about how our lives have changed as a result of this pandemic.  Some of you have asked, so I will tell of my particular journey.  Mine starts with maybe having contracted the illness in late March--who knows how and when it will end. 

Soon after I recovered from being ill, I was furloughed from my environmental science job at AECOM because all my projects were postponed due to the pandemic.   As I was looking at options, I ran across a job posting directly addressing the pandemic and in late April found myself in...

January 6 is the end of Christmas.  That’s what I learned as a child.  My family tradition was to keep the tree up until Epiphany. I thought it strange that so many others had bare trees on the devil strip on December 26 (having tired of the thing after putting it up the day after Thanksgiving?) or January 2 (start the new year “fresh,” according to an aunt).  We had no other Epiphany tradition or observance - it just meant Christmas was over. 

The other, and more personally important, related tradition was selecting the tree on December 14 (...

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