My father took seven photos of the Lewiston ice jam of 1938. Lake Erie, being shallow, was prone to the buildup of ice in the winter, which then went over Niagara Falls in huge blocks. The flow of the lower Niagara River couldn’t handle that much ice, and it collected in ice jams, most notably […]
My father took three photos on his New York City honeymoon.
After my parents died, these photos were among the things passed down. They show my father as an infant, his mother’s family, my Winship grandparents, who I knew, and my Slocum great-grandparents, who died before I was born. And my Aunt Mame, who also went by Mazie. Bucktooth Run (circa 1905). L. to r., Hollis […]
In October of 1937, Tulane, the Green Wave, defeated Colgate’s Red Raider football team 7-6 in the new Roesch Memorial Stadium in Buffalo, N.Y. My father took three pictures… And even sneaked a shot of the press box… I love the hats, the microphone on a trunk, and the headphones. Roesch Memorial was soon renamed […]
A doctor, who was a great help to me, died yesterday. In 1989, Dr. Steven Alexander got me to specialist who solved a problem that had dogged me until then. More importantly, Dr. Alexander made me realize that my health wasn’t his responsibility; it was mine. I couldn’t just coast and say, “Fix me, doctor” […]
My father was a fisherman. He loved to go fishing. And then he would bring his catch home and we would have fish for dinner. Dinnertime with my father, at a very small kitchen table, was never fun, but the fish added a new element of pain. Every mouthful could contain a fish bone, an […]
Before our trip to Florida, our daughter Abbie was discussing our itinerary with Ruben, her significant other, and he said, “So, essentially, all we’re going to do is eat.” Well, yes, restaurants comprise a large part of every Florida visit. At One Ocean, where we stay in Atlantic Beach, and the young men who open […]