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2008-05-15T10:32:00.002-05:00

Robert Gordon Brooks died of cancer the evening of May 14 2008 in West Haven Connecticut.His son Gordon was at his side. His wife Martha has been caring for him during his long struggle with this disease. His last week was a week of care and music and story telling with son Gordon, his nephew Jesse, Martha and his four siblings Meredith, Leah, Scott and John.He was a good man and

2007-07-08T08:39:00.000-05:00

David and Kali's little one ...to be born in early January 2008

2007-06-07T04:56:00.001-05:00

2006-09-03T12:20:00.000-05:00

The picturebehind the pictureI took apart this painting of a woman reading to repair the frame. After grandma died I had put this picture on the wall in my bedroom. I returned home to find it fallen, broken on the floor behind my bed. Grandma always had the picture on the wall in her apartment although she once told me she did not like it because "it was a picture of Gordon's girlfriend". It was

2005-07-30T10:41:00.000-05:00

Verses from Grandma published by Meredith:

2005-02-17T10:01:00.000-06:00

A photo of a photo at Brockport Yacht Club. Anybody know the year?

2005-02-17T09:56:00.000-06:00

This team is great....after a long volley they make the point!

2005-02-17T09:52:00.000-06:00

Its time out ...the coach gets serious.

2005-02-16T15:54:00.000-06:00

Rox serves......another point for the Buckeye team!

2005-02-16T15:52:00.000-06:00

Number 17, Roxanne, spikes it over the net!!!

2005-02-16T15:51:00.000-06:00

Roxanne is very happy.... her team won First Place in Club Volleyball tournament in Toledo.

2005-02-16T15:48:00.000-06:00

On the radio at Marysville

2005-02-16T15:39:00.000-06:00

Many Many More harmonizing

2005-02-16T15:38:00.000-06:00

Many Many More at Marysville

2005-01-16T15:41:00.000-06:00

I am trying to post this picture on the entry for 39 East Main but can't figure out how to do it. Can anyone help?

2005-01-14T13:56:00.000-06:00

At the Brockport Yacht Club circa 1980

2005-01-14T13:52:00.000-06:00

Grandma opening a Chrsitmas present---a box of cookies

2005-01-14T13:50:00.000-06:00

Eleanore K. Miller on Christmas Day 2004

2005-01-08T21:09:00.000-06:00

39 East Main Street LeRoy, New York Built circa 1850, this house was originally sheathed in board and batten siding. This was replaced by clapboards and in 1977 vinyl siding was added. Despite the loss of details, its character as a Gothic Revival cottage can still be appreciated. The home has steeply pitched gable roofs, wooden finials and pointed arched windows with label moldings. The

2005-01-08T20:02:00.000-06:00

Home in North Bergen 7083 North Bergen Road. This house was built by Aaron Gifford, North Bergen Postmaster, in 1870. George Walker, a farmer, purchased the home in 1891. Until 1988, his daughter, Alice Walker, lived here. Listed in the National Register of Historic Places in 1980, the Gifford/Walker farmhouse is an outstanding example of carpenter gothic architecture. The steeply pitched

2004-12-20T20:12:00.000-06:00

Austin Tuba Christmas For more about this event go to http://mab.fotopages.com

2004-11-26T22:00:00.000-06:00

Lily poses with my little Christmas tree.

2004-11-26T09:53:00.000-06:00

Kali, Grandma and Meredith on Thanksgiving Day 2004

2004-11-24T19:57:00.001-06:00

Fall colors please me at some primal level. This year Fall lasted I think three days. Zoom. . .. One day it was summer and three days of fall, then it snowed. I was lucky enough to get a great fall picture down the street at the Talcottville Post office. I was driving by at the end of the day, and saw the colorful picture, and as if in a script, the two cars parked right there pulled out as if

2004-11-23T03:01:00.000-06:00

Williamson Creek behind the house after 10 straight days of rain.

2004-11-23T03:00:00.000-06:00

The waters are rising again.

2004-11-21T10:54:00.001-06:00

This is what we are having for Thanksgiving dinner..... Frim Fram Sauce I don't want french fried potatoes, red ripe tomatoes I'm never satisfied I want the frim fram sauce With oss-en-fay with shafafa on the side I don't want pork chops and bacon That won't awaken, my appetite inside I want the frim fram sauce With oss-en-fay with shafafa on the side Well you know a girl She really got to

2004-11-20T17:15:00.000-06:00

Pears, grown locally, bought at the farmers market.

2004-11-20T17:09:00.000-06:00

A turban squash, in fall colors

2004-11-20T16:40:00.000-06:00

A blog isn't a blog unless it is used. This one has been strangely silent for many months. Now it is fall again, almost Thanksgiving 2004, and here in Texas it feels like spring. The oppressive heat is gone, everyone wants to be outside, the air smells fresh, leaves are turning, grass is greening up. Perhaps it is time for me to return again, to the this blog. I can at least post some pictures,

2004-06-30T04:11:00.001-05:00

Here is a picture from Meredith's photo pages, with Merry and Grandma on her 106th (!) birthday.

2003-09-11T00:24:00.000-05:00

Birthday photoblog

2003-09-07T08:32:00.000-05:00

Texas Gardening Sept 7th,2003

2003-09-05T10:16:00.000-05:00

I have posted a photoblog of my trip to Montana. Although it doesn't have a poetic name like Bendermeer, the Flathead River in Columbia Falls has clear water and sitting by it is very soothing.

2003-08-23T19:21:00.000-05:00

There's a bower of roses by Bendermeer's stream and the nightingale sings round it all the day long. In the time of my childhood t'was like a sweet dream to sit in the roses and hear the bird's song. That bow'r and it's music I never forget but oft when alone in the bloom of the year I think, Is the nightingale singing there yet are the roses still bright by the calm Bendermeer? ~ Irish Folksong

2003-06-28T22:58:00.000-05:00

Haiku--- to continue the eastern theme Across sandy beach Bird shadow moves, detach-ed. Then meets bird: itself. Lightning strikes! Booming thunder rolling east to west. Who is this in bed? __

2003-06-28T00:58:00.000-05:00

Title "HANA" "Flower" Haruno urarano Sumidagawa Nobori kudarino funabitoga Kaino shizukumo hanato chiru Nagamewo nanini tatoubeki The Sumida River in the warm spring weather; Boats go up and down the stream; Water drops are splashed from the oars; What can one compare the beautiful scene

2003-06-07T23:29:00.000-05:00

I am trying out a new way of hosting my blog. What do you think?

2003-06-07T14:15:00.000-05:00

Last week a friend was visiting from NY and we went to Hamilton Pool to swim. It is way out in the country, a long drive. After we got there we found out we could not swim, bacteria count too high. But we got to sit by this beautiful spring fed pool.This was my first visit and I want to go back when I can swim.On the way home I stooped to buy a bottle of water at Bert and Ernie's, the little

2003-06-07T14:00:00.000-05:00

This is a wonderful photo essay on the Japanese garden in Zilker Park, Austin. Tanaguchi Gardens

2003-06-07T13:13:00.000-05:00

Well, I guess I'm back. With some coaxing from my siblings. However, in my recent move, I have lost the tiny piece of paper which told me how to post pictures and do other cool things on my blog. I just spent a couple of hours sorting through my desk and trying to create some order. But still no luck finding my crib sheet. I need a good source of info on how to blog. Can any one out there help?

2003-05-30T18:21:00.000-05:00

Ha ha! that certainly is hair-raising. We are looking forward to Meredith's return to her blog.

2003-05-27T00:20:00.000-05:00

Just thought you needed a stimulating, beautiful picture to get you going again.

2002-10-11T00:29:00.000-05:00

New Place, New Blog ------------- Images from Kali's home in Austin

2002-10-11T00:27:00.000-05:00

My new used blue Metro

2002-10-11T00:17:00.000-05:00

Grandma going out the gate for a ride around town

2002-10-11T00:13:00.000-05:00

Kali's wonderful screened porch in the back

2002-10-11T00:06:00.000-05:00

Kali in the kitchen

2002-10-10T23:54:00.000-05:00

Grandma and Rufus, her new best friend

2002-08-27T11:32:00.000-05:00

Oh, I loved the basement. Going down the stairs, seeing the shelves of preserved fruit and jelly in those big Mason jars. Such a lot of work, making those preserves, dipping the jars in boiling water, melting the wax to seal them, all that steam in the kitchen on a hot summer's day... but what joy in the winter to be the one who got to open that jam jar, prying the wax open with the tip of a

2002-08-26T14:33:00.000-05:00

I have to catch up to you guys a little on the blogging. Merry, I either didn't know, or had forgotten that you worked downtown. It's strange to think of LeRoy in those days. Leah, I remember the quarter eating milk vending machine too. It must have been a real pioneer thing, as you said, for the vending machine and weren't they in paper cartons, too? I remember the hardware store most

2002-08-26T12:40:00.000-05:00

Meredith, what's new when it comes to your plans for Texas? Inquiring minds want to know! John stopped by yesterday on his vacation drive up to Mt. Shasta. We went to the Cotati Accordian Festival - it was fabulous! so many whacky people with beautiful instruments making great music outside in a park on a beautiful day. There will be photos to share of me trying to play "Lady of Spain" with the

2002-07-29T17:06:00.000-05:00

Waltz across Texas: From Lone Star Junction

2002-07-28T14:53:00.000-05:00

Deep in the Heart of Texas The stars at night, are big and bright, deep in the heart of Texas, The prairie sky is wide and high, deep in the heart of Texas. The sage in bloom is like perfume, deep in the heart of Texas, Reminds me of, the one I love, deep in the heart of Texas. The coyotes wail, along the trail, deep in the heart of Texas, The rabbits rush, aroung the brush, deep in the heart

2002-07-24T16:41:00.000-05:00

Here is a summer wish for all: "Where 'ere you walk, cool gales shall fan the glade Trees, where you sit, shall crowd into a shade; Where'er you tread, the blushing flow'rs shall rise, and all things flourish where you turn your eyes." ALEXANDER POPE 1688-1744

2002-07-22T09:19:00.000-05:00

More poems to share............................ Until One Is Committed Until one is committed, there is hesitancy, the chance to draw back, always ineffectiveness. Concerning all acts of initiative (and creation) there is one elementary truth, the ignorance of which kills countless ideas and splendid plans: that the moment one definitely commits oneself, then

2002-07-21T14:11:00.000-05:00

There are many white moths in my flower garden at this time of year. They land on the flowers to drink the nectar. Often two of them flutter around each other in a breezy ballet. I was reminded of this favorite poem and wanted to share it with you. W.B. Yeats (1865–1939). The Wind Among the Reeds. 1899. The Song of Wandering Aengus I went out to the hazel wood, Because a fire was in

2002-07-09T21:18:00.000-05:00

Pictures taken at the church dinner after Uncle Jerry's funeral Aunt Jean and her sister Lorraine Hartzell who lives in Erie Pa Aunt Jean's new address is Wesbury Methodist Retirement Home,Park Ave., Meadville Pa 16335 Barbie's children, Brooke and Jace Barb and James Lyon, 317 Sawmill Run Rd., Butler, Pa 16001 Barb and Jean Meredith and Barb Adam and Leslie Smith Adam just graduated from high

2002-07-07T13:59:00.000-05:00

A house in Talcottville sold recently to a man in his twenties. It is one of the old historical houses that line our main street. Being built in 1840, it was at that time the home of the town and mill owner N.O. Kellogg. The town was then named Kelloggville. Well I'm proud of the new owner. Look at the new planter and decoration that has just appeared on the garage! A picture I call "No

2002-06-28T18:42:00.000-05:00

I just love the big trees. We have sycamores here in California, too, though I've never seen a big one like that. There is a nice spreading one in our neighborhood that I'll have to take a picture of for you. Here is someone else's picture of a sequoia, though:

2002-06-27T19:30:00.000-05:00

Leah, I love the SS convertible pictures. The On Q girls are O.K. too. I locked on to that big sycamore tree three years ago when I moved up here. It isn't too far from here, in Simsbury CT. We are about ten miles east of hartford, and it is about 5 miles north west of the city. The amazing thing about it is that not only does it have a massive trunk, but the main branches are bigger than

2002-06-25T18:43:00.000-05:00

By the way, where is that huge sycamore tree located? It looks like one of our redwood giants! I looked online to see if anything appeared under "giant sycamore tree" and among other interesting things, I found World's largest sycamore stump . Maybe this was AFTER your visit to the giant sycamore tree?? Sure hope not.

2002-06-25T14:14:00.000-05:00

Very nice photos, Bob! I also enjoy repetitive patterns with bright colors. For more photo enjoyment, you can take a look at some new quartet pictures. We went up to some vineyards in Windsor and had a photo shoot for our upcoming brochure. On Q photos

2002-06-23T22:34:00.000-05:00

On my page I linked to some pictures of things, not people. Just to show you I do have a people side, here are 15 of my favorite people pictures, not all taken by me. I know the family has seen most of these, but the things didn't complain, so I hope the people are as forgiving. http://members.localnet.com/~rgb2000/log/people/page_03.htm

2002-06-19T21:20:00.000-05:00

Blog by Barb Years ago, when Leah and I were visiting family in Brockport, I remember sitting in Meredith's kitchen discussing the Apollo 9 astronaut, Buzz Aldrin. If memory serves (and it often doesn't), she had just seen a TV special about him and the depression he suffered after returning to earth. But what interested her was that having been reminded of his name, she now heard it everywhere.

2002-06-18T11:34:00.000-05:00

I guess that war, as well as peace, is in our human nature. Here is an interesting quote: "Peace is not an absence of war, it is a virtue, a state of mind, a disposition for benevolence, confidence, justice." -Baruch Spinoza We can find a state of peace in every small gesture of kindness and justice, especially in a world riddled with war. It is so true that only in the stark contrast of evil

2002-06-14T22:09:00.000-05:00

War...War...War... What is it good for??? I went to see the Attack of the Clones. Leah said my attendance would help her get a fabulous winter vacation. I told my neighbor Catherine, I thought it was a good movie but..."there was too much war". And Catherine said "Well what do you expect , its called STAR WARS!" What do I expect? Then I started rereading The

2002-06-14T21:08:00.000-05:00

I still have, in the attic, my old silver sax from high school. Of course the pads have rotted and it probably needs lots of work. How much would it cost and is it worth it to get it refurbished? And the real question: Would I turn into Bill Clinton if I started to play it again??

2002-06-11T18:35:00.000-05:00

Well, first of all, I do like the new look around here. You must have cleaned out the paint department at Sears to do all this re-decorating. Is Sears still relevant? Speaking of Sears, (nice segue) I digitally clipped some pages from an old mail order catalog from 1923 a couple of years ago for one of the concert band web pages I was doing. I put one clip here for old time interest. and

2002-06-06T11:30:00.000-05:00

What a beautiful bird! I was wondering about the word piliated, and found that it comes from the Latin pletus, wearing a pileus, from pleus, felt cap. When I was Ariana's age, in 3rd grade, we had an assignment from Miss Calvert to pick a bird and draw it. I chose the red-headed woodpecker. I remember using colored pencils and spending a great deal of time looking at the photo in the encyclopedia

2002-06-05T17:19:00.000-05:00

I heard a loud knocking sound and looked out my bedroom window one morning this week. On the large tree closest to the house was a piliated woodpecker. It had rained very hard the night before and the bark of the tree was very wet and punky. He was having breakfast and making a racket. Pilated woodpeckers are the largest woodpecker, larger that a big crow. Seeing this wild bird was a wonderful

2002-06-04T12:44:00.000-05:00

I just can't seem to stop running into the FROG connection to everything! Take a look at this fabulous website about art kites: http://bhc.com/Dancingfrog/

2002-06-02T19:08:00.000-05:00

Who's afraid of a big bad carnivore? Big bad carnivore, big bad carnivore ! Who's afraid of a carnivore? Nah nah, nah nah nah....... You can huff and puff but you can't blow my house down!

2002-06-01T18:01:00.000-05:00

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2002-05-30T19:07:00.000-05:00

Back on the "topic" of musical frogs again, I just had to post this little guy, especially for your amusement. Also, On Q is learning "Are you lonesome tonight", so I have to post this as well:

2002-05-28T20:37:00.000-05:00

We went to (through?) a town that had a kite festival. Although I dont think the festival was happening then we did see some large fantastic kites in the air. And also saw some for sale in a store. They were all very brightly colored and of many different shapes, animals, geometric, boats, balloons etc. The light house was wonderful. It was the first time I had seen ice plant.It looked so lush,

2002-05-28T19:45:00.000-05:00

Tentative or not, daily or weekly, it's always nice to read something from you here on your own blog! :-) I remember going up to the river with you and Kali, but don't remember flying kites! What I remember most about that trip is staying at the lighthouse down the coast, and walking along the beach with you both. And how Kali was listening to The Rolling Stones a lot, and dressing in all black.

2002-05-28T15:08:00.000-05:00

I started blogging tentatively, with urging from Bob, but with the caveat that I wasn't a prolific writer and my contribultions would certainly not be quotidian. So ... I have been very busy... but also not inspired to blog anything in particular. It is a beautiful day and would be a great day to chase kites around the park.I remember the kites up in the Russian River valley years ago when Kali

2002-05-27T12:51:00.000-05:00

Perhaps we scared Meredith off of her own blog by going too far off topic, which seemed to be gardens and outer space and so forth. Smokey and the Foomobile were too suddenly quotidian? Well, on the topic of gardens, I have gotten some work done out there this weekend, but never as much as I plan to do. Yesterday, instead of gardening, we went hiking near Orinda in a park I'd never been to. There

2002-05-27T12:45:00.000-05:00

Meredith seems to have taken a little break from posting. That's O.K., we don't want to be a slave to this thing, but I hope she is just lurking, writing some more meaningful and thought provoking things off-line to spring upon us at the opportune moment. Or maybe she actually has a life and things to do. We really have to be able to post more mundane things in this blog as well as clever

2002-05-21T22:05:00.000-05:00

You little sneak you. How did you post that Smokey picture so quickly and appropriately? I forgot that it is tenant of cultural literacy. I always thought that the "They'll do it every time" comic strip, with the feature "Tip o' the Hat" to some ordinary contributor was almost a definition of one kind of American humor. All of us are constantly looking for ironic contributions to that strip,

2002-05-21T17:20:00.000-05:00

2002-05-21T14:54:00.000-05:00

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2002-05-20T12:04:00.000-05:00

The writing is beautiful!! I was transported to the garden and the moment.

2002-05-19T22:10:00.000-05:00

I could not have asked for a more thoughtful and deeply felt response than I got from Bob.It makes the taking the risk of exposing myself by writing worth it. I copied in to my blog this short prose piece I had written two years ago. Since I had chosen sunrisemoment for my name to log into blogging, I thought it would be good to explain. I posted the piece and then reread it. It was begging for

2002-05-18T10:15:00.000-05:00

Be kind and tender to the Frog. And do not call him names, As "slimy-skin" or "Polly-wog" Or likewise, "Ugly James." Or "Gape-a-grin" or "Toad-gone-wrong" Or "BIlly Brandy-knees" The frog is justly sensitive To epithets like these. No animal will more repay A treatment kind and fair. At least, so lonely people say Who keep a frog (and, by the way, They are extremely rare.) -

2002-05-18T10:07:00.000-05:00

Crepuscular Garden Listen carefully. I want to tell you how to find it, the exact moment between the night and the dawn. The moment in which everything before is dark and everything after is day. A moment when everything stops. A space gap between which is either nothing at all, or where everything is possible. First you must get up at 3 AM. Go quietly through the hall to the patio door. Unlock

2002-05-16T14:49:00.000-05:00

Meredith and Leah, both of you have quite a design and creative streak that is very pleasing to me. Keep it up please. The only contribution I can make today are three internationally acclaimed photos from my Man =/= Nature Series taken digitally (with my fingers) in my exile in Connecticut period.

2002-05-14T18:45:00.000-05:00

Its Golgotha, I spelled it wrong Easton's Dict. [golgotha] Golgotha the common name of the spot where Jesus was crucified. It is interpreted by the evangelists as meaning "the place of a skull" This name represents in Greek letters the Aramaic word Gulgaltha, which is the Hebrew Gulgoleth meaning "a skull." It is identical with the word Calvary (q.v.). It was a little knoll rounded like a bare

2002-05-14T14:01:00.000-05:00

Pretty (im) pressive putting perfectly practical posy prints precisely placed, parley-ing pleasing personality and prosaic passion!

2002-05-14T13:19:00.000-05:00

A picture of a poppy to praise the proud posting.

2002-05-14T09:52:00.000-05:00

Practicing my picture posting skills I now can blog with pictographic prose Pretty proud

2002-05-14T09:48:00.000-05:00

Golgatha A drawing by Paul Reynard

2002-05-14T09:11:00.000-05:00

2002-05-13T12:13:00.000-05:00

My very elegant mother just served us nine pies (planets) A red indian thought he might eat tomatoes in church (arithmetic) or A rat in Tom's house might eat the ice cream Dr. (and) Mrs. Vandertrampp (french verbs that use etre instead of avoir) D devenir R revenir M mourir R retourner S sortir V venir A aller N na^ntre D descendre E entrer R

2002-05-13T12:05:00.000-05:00

roy g. biv red orange yellow green indigo violet came over slippery deposit missed professor parsons trip just completed cambrian ordovician silurian devonian pennsylvanian permian triassic jurassic cretaceous my very educated mother just showed us nine planets mercury venus earth mars jupiter uranus neptune pluto george ellis' old granny rode a pig home yesterday geography neither leisured

2002-05-13T10:45:00.000-05:00

When you want to post something on a blog, but your brain is still asleep - the coffee still brewing, My advice is to post a creative quotation, if not to stall for time, simply to inspire and stimulate the next blog. "One's mind, once stretched by a new idea, never regains its original dimensions." -Oliver Wendell Holmes "Throw your dreams into space like a kite, and you do not

2002-05-13T08:39:00.000-05:00

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