Sunday, September 25, 2011

Plants of the Season – in Various Guises

A friend of mine has an etrog (citron) tree in her yard. Its fruits are large, and some of them are downright huge. Recently, she gave me half of an etrog to use in my soap (the grated peel, not the whole fruit!).

When I made a soap batch a few days ago, I cut the half that she gave me and was excited to find...

Germinated seeds inside a citron fruit

... germinated seeds!

Another look:

Germinated citron seeds

I planted five of them. What else could I do?

Finally as long as this is a post about fruit, here’s a photo for the upcoming New Year:

Pomegranate on the tree

Shana tova u-metuka – a good and sweet New Year!

Final Respects, At Long Last

Finally, after a wait of quite a few years, the new grave marker for Max Wittmann and his wife, Dola Ben-Yehuda Wittmann, is finally in place.

Gravestone of Max Wittmann and Dola Ben-Yehuda

Dola Ben-Yehuda, who lived to be over a hundred years old, was the daughter of Eliezer Ben-Yehuda, the man who revived modern Hebrew.

I hope that they fix the name of Max Wittmann’s city of origin, which is unfortunately misspelled on the gravestone. It should read "Sindelfingen."

Cat Pics

Here are some cat pics I took recently.

This is Mr. N., a rescue cat who lives with friends of mine. He is well cared for, loved and loving.

Mr. N., the rescue cat

Here are a few of the lovely and delicious cupcakes that my friend R. made for my farewell party at my former job. She designed them herself, too!

Kitty cupcakes

OK, this one’s a bit of a stretch – a winged lion – but I still think it qualifies as a RFOAC (reasonable facsimile of a cat).

Closeup of the top of the Generali Building

Pulling back a bit, the same winged lion with the Israeli flag next to it:

The top of the Generali Building

The Friday Ark. The Carnival of the Cats.

Monday, September 12, 2011

Twenty-Five Years Before, Ten Years After

World Trade Center, July 4, 1976

I took this photo on July 4, 1976, as my family and I stood on the deck of the New York Bay, passing by the World Trade Center. My father, who worked for a steamship company for many years, had gotten us tickets to Operation Sail, and we had the equivalent of a front-row seat as we watched the tall ships passing by. We saw the Statue of Liberty from the water, and the tip of Manhattan as well. At that time, I had a small camera that took a 110 film cartridge, and as we passed in front of the World Trade Center, I snapped the photo that I’ve posted above.

Some years earlier, when I was in second grade, my teacher took us on a field trip to the World Trade Center. Only one of the towers was completed then. Through the window of the observation deck, we could see the top of the unfinished building with the cranes around it.

I remember how our guide told us how high the winds could get on the roof of the building, and how a penny dropped from that height would kill someone on the ground if it hit them.

Ten years ago, on September 11, 2001, I was just coming home from work. A friend of mine in New York had just left me a message telling me that she had just heard that a small plane had crashed into one of the towers of the World Trade Center.

I turned on the television, which was still broadcasting the children’s programming that it aired at that time of day. But several minutes later, the station interrupted its regular programming with a live feed from New York. I watched in horror, then called my family in the US to find out whether they were all right. Thank God, they were.

Later that evening, my dear, late friend Bev called and invited me to her place. Neither of us should be alone this evening, she said. When I got there, I saw that she had lit several candles for the souls of those who had perished. We sat together and tried to comfort each other as we watched further developments on the news.

in my mind, I kept hearing the guide of our second-grade class telling us how a single penny dropped from the top of the World Trade Center could kill. And the damage and losses we were witnessing were so enormously, inconceivably worse....

Thursday, September 08, 2011

Pictures from the Beach

Here are some photos from my trip to the beach last week.

Snagged a plane....


And another:

Arkia aircraft

Folks having fun:

Having fun, buried in sand

Another plane (and the plane flew over the moon!):

Over the moon

A tail made of water:


I even got some detail of the moon’s surface on this one:

Crescent moon

A plane leaving the sunset behind:

Sunset with plane

I’ll put the rest on my Flickr page when I get some time.