fam for kt’s duece-duece.
on her way home from harperstudio. one year to the day she started.
tomorrow, alex heads back down to philly after break from dancing & classes. all six of us had dinner for the last time probably until katie’s birthday in a few weeks.
mom told her story again about great grandma ackerman’s sister, who worked at grand central station as a reservations agent, memorized the timetables for the entire united states rail system.
i also whipped up some apple sauce raisin cake. mom and pop’s wedding cake. from the recipes of grandma eliza taylor ratcliffe (1900-1986), edited by mom and eva taylor barclay in 1993:
“I’m sorry, I don’t measure very much, so can’t help you too much, experience is the best teacher, do it when you are not having company.
Lots of love, Grandma”
Aunt Eva says Grandma always put a good meal on the table even though dinner was always being interrupted by people coming by to talk to Grandpa because he was in politics. Many evenings dinner was rushed because Grandma had to have her sons, Bob and Jackie, dressed and ready to go with Grandpa to the Preakness Farmers’ ball games. Grandpa managed the team and Uncle Roy played on it. Grandpa always had to have his sons along with him at the games.
chinatown, nyc. early/mid 90s. dim sum w/ my dad and mike regan.
small coffee house. i’d always get chicken fried rice. it had black
eyed peas that i haven’t seen anywhere else since. always don tots
for desert on the walk back to our car.
dear little brother,
patrick drew a picture of you bruce lee you.
dogs are unimpressed with human feats of flexibility.
the tanks are empty.
get ‘er done.
sorta like camp.
see’s candy is my dad’s favorite.