Holiday: Part One, the Train

Pam’s Pictorama Post: Like many folks somehow holiday activities here in Manhattan generally makes us burrow deeper in our apartments until all the fuss has passed rather than summoning us out. Accidentally finding yourself on the subway during Santa Con (the annual drunken Santa clad citywide pub crawl) is enough to send you screaming back to your apartment until well into the New Year.

While there was a time when I braved the crowds cheerfully to see the Thanksgiving Day balloons blown up on Central Park West, now I time a trip to New Jersey to be ensconced there the night before. (However some readers know that this year Blackie blew that plan up and I traveled back to New York on the Wednesday afternoon to take him to the kitty ER at work that evening. He is better and I ultimately I braved Penn Station and the parade again and returned to New Jersey to cook there. That post can be found here.)

For all of that, on a whim last weekend and knowing that Kim and I had a plan to head downtown for some shopping I needed to do, I decided that we would hop the Holiday Nostalgia train on Sunday as our mode of transportation. Sponsored by the Transit Museum in conjunction with the MTA, restored early subway cars are put back into commission on Sundays throughout December. This year the trains ran along a variation on the Q and F lines, starting up here on 96th Street and making our 86th Street and other UES stops before swinging east and taking us right to our destination near the Bowery.

Pro photo of another car empty.

Even at the second stop, ours, the train was already packed. (I guess the serious folks went up to 96th and got on there.) We squeezed in amongst people in period dress and a variety of Santa related and wildly festive costumes, as well as some other folks like us. I don’t know what I expected, but I was a bit disappointed at first because the crowd made some of the details of the train car harder to see. However, during the course of the ride we were pretty much able to take in everything, from the rattan seats to the period advertising reproduced for the occasion.

Vintage ads.

It was immediately apparent that the ride of the train felt very different – sort of the difference between a wooden rollercoaster and a modern one if you know what I mean. An old-fashioned paddle fan whirled away in the ceiling and the only ventilation were openings in the roof and the open door at the end of the car, at least in our case it was open. Incandescent light bulbs which you could have unscrewed while standing there lit it. Most notable though was the smell of the train – you could smell the diesel! We agreed, it smelled old.

Looking into the car ahead of ours.

At one point a man who clearly knew a thing or two about the history of the subway was standing next to me and explained that although the cars needed to be similar enough to be run together, every one was slightly different. (This made me a bit sorry it was too crowded to hop from car to car and see each.) I peered into the next car which did look somewhat different. According to a notice near the ceiling, our car was built in 1932. He also told me that the train would travel through some currently unused tunnels, allowing us to take our unusual route.

This kid took it upon himself to announce each stop as you would hear on a modern train – with all the special stops all correct though. Here he’s chatting with a couple who were visiting from Britain.

Soon enough our stop, the next to last for the train, came up and we hopped off. More of our adventure tomorrow. (What’s more there’s a rumor I might pinch hit as Santa for dog photos this coming week, so lots of festive fun here at Deitch Studio!)

T’day Cat Tale

As is sometimes the case I am on the train and taking a moment to start this post. It is a wet and dark Thanksgiving morning and the train to NJ is crowded. (I can only imagine how crowded the trains on the other side of the tracks going into the city are!) I had to hoof it four blocks to Penn Station in a pouring rain.

Luckily, I was dressed for the elements (that coat I mentioned buying in last week’s post arrived – it is excellent) and traveling fairly lightly. There are a bunch of small hotels near there and many families, clearly here for the parade and holiday, were milling around in front of them, despite the rain. I feel badly for them – even these modest hotels cost them a fortune and it should be a nice treat for the kids – too bad about the rain! Kids looked pretty perky anyway.

The last few minutes of my entry into Red Bank on the train.

I had actually planted myself in NJ on Tuesday night – smartly avoiding the worst of the travel press. Kim had decided to sit this one out in Manhattan so I was hoping for a few days there doing errands and working in the garden to prep it for winter. Then Blackie stopped eating on Tuesday night and the malaise it continued and worsened Wednesday morning. Therefore, I had to come back to New York and we had to take him to the hospital where I work now.

I will start by saying that his vet was responsive in a way that I don’t think any of us feel we can expect from our own doctors let alone our vets. Despite being the day before Thanksgiving, she answered my email at 7:30 am right away and we exchanged several emails before making the decision to bring him in. First, we tried an external stimulant which Kim picked up and applied to no avail.

It was a remarkable relief to see familiar faces around me and helping with him. It had seemed somewhat impersonal in the past when I went there but now I am family. This is especially notable because I have felt isolated at this job and it has been hard to get to know people. However, one of my friends (one of the first people I met there and got to know – she is a Veterinarian Technician) carried him out to me and despite his anxiety he clearly enjoyed Erica’s attentions – that woman knows how to pet a cat!

This stuff is like kitty crack but if they won’t eat it is a very good go to.

His illness, or disinterest in food specifically, remains a mystery. After I got him to eat some Churu at the hospital we decided to take him home last night. I’m glad we did; it was the right decision. He’s diabetic and I wouldn’t be surprised if we don’t have to take him in again for a glucose test which will take a full day, but with the holiday if we can get him to eat even small amounts I would rather have him home. He ate a small breakfast for me this morning and so I am heading back to NJ where I will have a handful of friends coming for dinner!

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Thanksgiving was a quiet affair with the aforementioned couple of friends. I had a winter gardening frenzy of bulb planting (luckily the ground was soft from that Thanksgiving rain) and trimming the dahlias and bagging them up for the winter. Lastly, the geraniums needed to be taken out of the front planters and they are potted and living in the kitchen for now. The trellises I grew my cucumbers on are tucked away in the garage. I had hoped to do more cleanup in the veggie patch but didn’t have time.

Taken this morning. A bit perkier and wondering what on earth Kim and I will do to him next though.

I returned to New York Friday evening. Blackie has resumed eating more regularly but still requiring a stimulant and some encouragement. Essentially we are now in a stage where he’ll eat really good stuff but is still turning his nose up at the healthier real food we expect him to eat. However, he just wolfed down a smidge of smoked salmon so I would say his eating instincts are not totally disabled.

Cookie is taking full advantage of the situation. To be clear, we are martinets when it comes to the cats eating habits. They eat at 6am and 6pm. They get a mix of canned food and dry food is out for them. We have not introduced treats into their lives except to inveigh them to eat on the onset of their stint in New Jersey. When they both stopped eating the first time I was introduced to Churu treats and keep them on hand for such events. Those things must be like kitty crack is all I can say.

Cookie napping recently. I must say, she doesn’t seem concerned about Blackie but is happy about all the treats in the house.

I brought some Churu back from New Jersey with me as Kim had used up our small stash. Cookie keeps taking us over to it and showing it to us – hoping we will take the hint and give her some.

I know I haven’t written much about this new gig. This past year I have been working to get a lot under my belt in a very different area of fundraising and in a very specific place. Building this fundraising operation to full throttle is a journey which has only just launched. I wouldn’t have Blackie or Cookie (or Beau, Gus, Milty, Peaches and Stormy – the NJ Five) sick for anything obviously, but in some ways this recent incident has informed me with an interesting piece of the puzzle for fundraising there.

Some of what I experienced was clearly because I am a staff member, but having used them before with a substantial illness with Blackie, the good communication and much of what I experienced was in play then too – which influenced my decision to take this job. It is a special place, in part possible because it is a non-profit. My job is figuring out how to unlock all its potential.

Gourd-gous

Pam’s Pictorama Post: The season is suddenly tipping hard in the direction of the holidays and winter. Last night I ordered a new long down jacket online – at the end of last winter the zipper finally broke one I had been wearing happily for decades. (My mother gave it to me so many years ago – it might predate my meeting Kim!) While perhaps not the most stylish of long down coats it was thick and toasty warm. I have tried new zippers on down coats before and for some reason they are especially recalcitrant however.

My office these days, and the hospital, are along the East River, overlooking the FDR highway. The wind and water are always worse there than anywhere else, even our apartment building which is only one block west. While walking a half hour to and from work is lovely in some ways, come the middle of the winter it will be less charming. I was a bit ill prepared last year when I started in January and am tackling the impending winter pro-actively this year – boots and coats.

An earlier leaf incarnation I snapped a pic of.

Thanksgiving is late this year and in my mind I kept pushing it forward until now suddenly it is upon us. I am using the few days to go to New Jersey (and visit the Jersey kitties) and plant some spring bulbs. We are experiencing a well publicized drought right now so I am concerned that the ground will be as hard as a rock when I try however. Nonetheless, the thought of tulips and other flowers blooming in the spring will drive me forward. Time to take the dahlias in and wrap them up in the chilly garage for the duration of the winter. The hibiscus and a small olive tree (seen below still out on the deck here) are already living their winter life in the kitchen there although I understand that the cats are too interested in them and I think they need to relocate to the bedroom.

Late summer and fall dahlias are more than worth the effort to store them over the winter.

Work and other commitments have kept me from trips I had hoped to make there in November so this week will be the first time I am there in quite a while. I am looking forward to the very last of the tomatoes and a solitary cucumber that is being saved for me.

Back in October I decorated the front stoop with some warty pumpkins – I love them! They are appropriate through November and until it is time to add a wreath to the door and some swags of greens to the railings.

While I am missing access to the Jersey late autumn, Kim has supplied me with a mini-fall here in the apartment. These gourds came from the local grocery and are as charmingly wart filled and interesting as you could ask for. Like mini-pumpkins, they perch (and are occasionally buried by paper) on my desk, little happy harbingers of the season.

Kim has followed that up with an assortment of fall leaves which have started appearing. Not surprisingly, the man has a great eye for leaves. Their passing extraordinary colors attract him and he has collected and attempted to save them (largely unsuccessfully) for years. We tried pressing, the microwave and just letting them sit. He has put them under the plexi on top of his desk. This year he has delivered them to my desk and I have been enjoying the somewhat fragile random harvest of them and they are the season to me this year.

The Christmas Letter and The Fairy Godmother

Pam’s Pictorama Post: This was a lucky buy. I spotted it in a sale online (once again it was @missmollystlantiques on IG) and took a chance on it for a few dollars. It arrived several weeks ago and has been on my desk waiting for its turn. Apologies if I am jumping the gun on the commencement of the holiday season by a bit. Deitch Studio is at the mercy of the supply chain as well and I am waiting on the arrival of several items.

When I grabbed it up online I couldn’t have known how really charming it would be and I like it so much I sort of want to pass it onto someone else who will also appreciate it. It’s thin – about a dozen pages altogether with four or five illustrations. The two stories were written by Edith Harriet Griffiths and they are splendid. This volume was published in 1911 by something called The Hayes Lithographing Company and it belongs to something called the Christmas Stocking Series, as printed in tiny gold letters on the back.

One of the internal illustrations.

The first title story is straightforward fare about a family where the father is ill and their financial straits spell a sad holiday for them. They cheer themselves up by writing to Santa with their modest list. My favorite part of the story is they send it to him by putting it up the chimney to be swept up and delivered by the draft. (Never heard of kids using that delivery system, but I like it.) The letter finds its way into the hands of a wealthy gentleman (who bears a resemblance to St. Nick – its not clear how these actually get delivered; down the chimney?) and in the form of a doctor who helps to deliver a happy Christmas Day complete with potential job for Dad when he is well again.

From The Fairy Godmother.

The second story is a nice surprise and it is about a little girl who is meeting her godmother for the first time and she dubs her Fairy Godmother. However the story ends up being about her imaginary pet cat who is banished – and later the godmother replaces him with a real kitten. Perfect story for me.

Inside inscription.

This particular volume is inscribed Louise J. Willcoxen from Mamma Feb 15, 1913 penciled in a child’s hand.

From The Fairy Godmother.

There is a later, and seemingly more lavish, edition a few years later and they appear to have added a few illustrations. While either volume is not impossible to find, there are not a lot available.

This volume was recently sold online. It is the later, more lavish volume with many additional illustrations.

I found one copy sold on eBay ($49.99 in bad condition) and it was a re-issue from a few years later. As you can see it is a more festive edition and a number of (nicer) illustrations have been added. It is only The Christmas Letter, without The Fairy Godmother and it ends with a poem The Night After Christmas which appears to be a comic take on the over-indulging at Christmas.

This series, also published as Christmas Stocking Series the same year – was five volumes which I think you could buy individually or as a nice box set.

Another small holiday book by Edith Harriet Griffiths turns up a bit more frequently and it is The Magic Christmas and Missy and McKinley. It has the same 1911 publication date by the same Hayes Lithography publisher. (Available for $45.95 on Etsy at the time of writing this.)

Currently for sale on Etsy.

For all of that, in my light online research the trail is pretty cold on her as an author beyond these volumes which is too bad because she’s a good writer. I wonder if she published under another name or names and if that is just erased in the sands of time, at least for now.

My volume is illustrated by Nina B. Mason and Frances Brundage and frankly the outside illustration and the overall package is somewhat more impressive than the inside illustrations. I don’t see them team up again although I did find a few further illustration jobs by each of them separately. I like them separately better.

Nina B. Mason painting recently auctioned and sold for an undisclosed sum.

I believe that Nina B. Mason is Nina Mason Booth after marrying a few years later than this book. Her family was intertwined with engraving and lithography with a start in norther New York. A nice bio of her career can be found online here. She was notable for her portraits and illustrations. A quick look online shows some nice oil landscapes by her. There is one kid’s book which appears to be written and illustrated by her. I don’t love the look of it but the inside story and pictures are really loopy! Deary Dot and the Squee!

Apologies – best screen shot I could get. This volume on Abe’s Books will cost you! $167!

Meanwhile, last but certainly not least, Frances Brundage (1854-1937) who was older than Nina Mason and presumably more established. She is the only one of the three who rates a Wikipedia entry (it can be found here) and she had a long career illustrating cute children, cats and the like. Her specialty was Valentines, postcards and other ephemera, much published by our friends over at Raphael Tuck & Sons. (See my Felix cards produced by them here in a prior post!) My favorite antidote is that she sold her first sketch to Louisa May Alcott. It was an illustration of one of her poems.

Of course this caught my eye. It appears to be written by Brundage as well.
I suspect this is more typical of Brundage’s work.

So we kick off the holiday season here at Pam’s Pictorama. Holiday books from the 1910’s could be a deep vein to mine, although a pricey one for the most part. I will be keeping a further weather eye out however and we’ll see what we can find.

Late Bloomer

Pam’s Pictorama Post: A particularly prized photo is winging its way to me, but has not yet arrived and we are at the very tip of the holiday season and related posts. So today I devote a bit of space to an odd post, my fondness for amaryllis bulbs, the seasonal floral herald of the holidays.

For those of you who have not dabbled in them, these bulbs are a very hardy and easily grown indoor variety which appear this time of the year. Among the bulbs that can be “forced” and potted inside, the amaryllis appears for the holidays. It shares a bit of shelf space with a small selection perhaps of paperwhites maybe some daffodils, but largely this time of the year it dominates. I say, race to the store and buy one now.

The charm of them is that not only are they easy to grow, but they shoot up so fast you can almost imagine you can see it grow daily. Then, out of a huge green shoot emerges usually several large blooms which unfold with similar drama. They continue to bloom and hold their flower for a long time. In a small way, I think it is hard to be unhappy in the face of an amaryllis on a sunny window sill. I guess there must be duds, but I can’t really think of a time one didn’t perform for me.

It seems our bulbs are a hybrid of a species that grows native in South and Central America and the Caribbean. I guess folks grow them outside here, but that is not how I think of them, nor do I even know what time of the year they would reveal themselves outside.

Left to their own devices they will bloom in spring and have to be encouraged to a December bloom instead.

The name comes from a Greek legend. A young maiden named Amaryllis was trying to catch the eye of a handsome shepherd, Alteo, who only had eyes for flowers. After conferring with the gods, she pierced her heart with a golden arrow for 30 nights and finally on the last, the drops of blood that fell turned to blooms and lead him to her. She doesn’t die so all seems like a happy ending, at least as good as you get in Greek myths. It would seem that, like tulips, the it is the industriousness of the bulb growers in the Netherlands which is responsible for most of our holiday amaryllis today.

As we meander into the late winter and toward Easter tulips and daffodils will beckon to cheer us through the last of the winter stint. However the amaryllis kicks off not just the holidays, but gives us one last flower hurrah before the long dark winter ahead. This is the earliest I remember buying them. A Home Depot has just opened near my office (I love stores like Home Depot and especially Lowe’s in New Jersey, although there the fascination is buying garden supplies and plants) and I went in to have a look at lunch the other day and several different varieties were stacked all around.

The sign for the new Home Depot near work, delivered back in September and waiting for installation here.

In the past it had been my practice to purchase them as holiday gifts. I would load up on them and hand them to elderly people I visited for my work at the Met and I would bring a few to New Jersey for my mom and friends there. Whole Foods used to sell them just dipped in a bit of red wax. They were inexpensive and easy to transport. Oddly my memory is that lot had great growing and lasting power and that some even had a second bloom in them. Somehow though, by the time I was shopping for them in mid-to-late December they were hard to find. Occasionally I would order a pile from Amazon (because really, what can’t you get from Amazon?), but even there I was generally picking up the last of them.

In the past few years I have bought fewer. I had always made sure mom had a one or two, there is a large sunny window in the kitchen in New Jersey that is great for them. That was where she spent her days and I would get reports on the progress of the bulb and they brought her great joy, but after she died I drifted away from buying them. I no longer had encounters at work it was welcomed, many of those elderly friends are gone now as well.

Breck’s has a wide variety to choose from but start at about $30 a piece!

However, due to my new interest in gardening, the sites I buy bulbs from started sending me ads for them a couple of weeks ago already. (Spring bulbs from Brecks await my Thanksgiving arrival in New Jersey for planting – largely tulips. Spoiler alert for spring – and I also purchased some dahlias on sale that won’t arrive until early spring planting time.) I was tempted by their sturdy large varieties but they were very expensive, upwards of $35 a piece. For me part of the point is that they are inexpensive enough to be a nice small something for someone, a little nothing with a big pay off over several weeks of enjoyment.

Home Depot was the right price point, although the bulbs are in bulky boxes and some in nice but heavy glass containers. (Warning however, online their amaryllis wares are much pricier – in the store I was able to pick them up for about $16.) Despite being a bit weighty, I bought several and have already started handing them out, kicking off with a visit to a board member’s home yesterday. There is a pile waiting to go to New Jersey for Thanksgiving this year here in the apartment. One left at the office is earmarked for a holiday party in a few weeks.

Another pricey pretty beauty from Brecks!

Your timing has to be right as the bulbs are so anxious to get blooming that they will start even in their packaging. It is an ambitious flower!

Kim has just wandered through on his way out the door to make copies of something and informed me that Frank King, the artist behind Gasoline Alley, ultimately retired and raised amaryllis bulbs. Isn’t it sort of fascinating that a man who wrote what is essentially a real time comic strip would be so devoted to a flower that almost grows before your very eyes? Amazing!

Let the Season Begin

Pam’s Pictorama Post: A friend and colleague who began her life in Finland (she lives in Ohio today and works remotely for me a few hours a week), told me the other day that when she was little parents were so invested in the idea of the Christmas holiday that it was common to hire a Santa to come to the house. She said that when she realized that Santa wasn’t real, she felt she could not say anything because it would hurt her parents.

I love that story, and I have great affection for this card I just bought which shows the other side of Nordic holiday spirit. I am unsure what country this originally hailed from, although I purchased it from someone in the Netherlands who also did not know the origin of the card. There is a tiny NTG in the lower left corner and writing in another language and incredibly small that I cannot decipher. The internet was not much help on this front although another seller of postcards thought NTG was German. I have not found evidence of other cards like it, but perhaps a series of them lurks somewhere yet.

Gnomes are evidently thought to deliver Christmas presents in Scandinavia in the 18th and 19th centuries, helpers to Father Christmas. (Families left bowls of porridge for them – perhaps a bit less appealing than our cookies and milk!) I would suspect this is where the idea of our elves as Santa’s helpers come from.

I will say that I purchased this card on eBay for very little and utterly uncontested! I gather that I am the only one who was looking who saw its charm, but I am pleased to add it to the Pictorama collection.

Of course it turned up for me because of the weird tabby cat. If you look very closely he appears to have a tiny antler, possibly drawn on. Puss seems to be pouncing on him while this gnome protects Santa with this long stick. Santa and the gnome are small children in costume and the cat is, well a cat, probably one that hung around the photo studio catching mice and playing bit parts. His tail is curled upward and we can see his nice white tummy and white feet. I think we can assume if left to his own devices he would have liked to knead biscuits on the Santa suit and take a cat nap.

Santa plays his role with some drama – oh no, the antlered cat attack – his cottony beard, brows and hair contributing to his look. The gnome goes at it with great gusto as well. Also beard and with curling hair coming out of his pointy cap (his own?) he grins with gnome-ish fervor as he saves Santa. I like his pointy shoes.

One can imagine that the day shooting this was pretty much a good time for all. The set certainly is stark with a few large stones to the left and in front and this sort of nest of twigs behind the gnome. In addition to that odd little antler being drawn in, a very careful examination shows a very small smattering of white dots down the middle of the card which I assume are meant to be snowflakes. Otherwise this is a rather barren set making it feel a bit like Santa on the Moon.

Back of the card – no evidence of being mailed despite being addressed.

I share the back of this card which I cannot decipher although omitie appears to be Romanian and means to omit – I assume that this was meant to say – I didn’t forget Edmund! While fully addressed there is no evidence of it being mailed with a stamp or cancellation. The writing in pencil seems to be earlier seller’s marks. So was it just dropped by a mailbox perhaps?

So here we go, kicking off this holiday season here at Pictorama. This photo postcard embodies both some humor, but also a tiny bit of historic grit and well, a pleasant sort of meanness. Just what we need as we sally forth into the season ahead.

Luck and Prosperity

Pam’s Pictorama Post: Although some would certainly argue that Deitch Studio’s decor is Halloween each and every day of the year, in reality we don’t really do holiday decorations here. When I was younger I made room for a small artificial Christmas tree (a future post about my mother and her feelings about real trees) and an oversized light up Santa. As cats do, ours at the time liked it very much, pretending they were in a forest fairyland, and I did too. However, the one room that makes up the apartment has grown, well, smaller and smaller over time. Logistically, figuring out a spot where we could negotiate around it became impossible.

Halloween on the other hand was tempting and the door to the apartment beckoned at first. Living in a high rise building at least has the advantage of a safe indoor public space for display. You do soon learn that to decorate your door implies bounties of candy within and Kim and I realized we weren’t really ready for the rapacious distribution center that a building like ours becomes on Halloween. It also occurs early enough that I am generally still at the office and would fall entirely on Kim.

As for New Jersey, for now, my itinerant lifestyle means I decorate broadly for the season. I planted mums in the front yard and bought some pumpkins – a few “ugly” and one regular. These will give way after Thanksgiving to a wreath, maybe some greens on the railings.

Eventually I hope to go all out for the holidays there and give way to some vintage German decorations for Halloween, perhaps a tasteful black cat or two outside, since it is the House of Seven Cats. Christmas too! I’d love a little tree and I am shopping for the right vintage Santa for the living room. I am sad that my grandmother’s decorations disappeared to the four winds, and occasionally I look for their type on eBay – a certain china Santa, a kind of creche.

All that being said, there isn’t as much festive Halloween decorating here as you might think. However, this card just surfaced on my desk (think of my desk as being like an ocean of stuff where things disappear and are randomly thrown back up for discovery periodically), and sadly I am not sure who thoughtfully sent it to me and Kim. It is a reproduction of a very fine card indeed and even as a reproduction it is fairly old. Thank you!

The poem is hard to read but it says:

A very rare sight on Halloween night
Is a black cat prowling by candle light
If it should be your luck to see –
Long life is yours – prosperity.


Oddly it would appear that this flame, which contains the cat and the clever standing mouse or really rat given his size, is almost like a carrot or turnip, or more likely pumpkin reference – if you consider the green bits growing from the bottom. Maybe a squash as a pumpkin sort of tribute? The greens and jack-o-lanterns are very cheerful and decorative which makes you forget the squash-ness/pumpkin-ness.

The cat rides the witchy broom and the rat rides the cat! This nice black kitty sports a ruff around his or her neck and holds a candle, while this wizard-y rat sits on his haunches with this pointed hat atop his head. Wouldn’t I just love to see that sight on a Halloween night! I mean, who wouldn’t?

As things stand now I will be in Manhattan for Halloween and although I expect to see a lot of dogs in costume (an occupational treat), rats certainly abound here and I even have a black cat (or two, although Beau is in Jersey) so it isn’t quite impossible, now is it?

A Bowl of Cherries

Pam’s Pictorama Post: A few different things conspired to prompt a rather wonderful childhood memory recently. The first was our friend Bruce bringing over a bag of Ranier cherries – the ones that are sort of orange fading to a bright red, rather than the dark maroon of the more common ones. Despite the story I am going to tell, I somehow came to gobbling cherries late in life, but have eaten them with an abandon to make up for lost time. I generally buy the dark red ones, but cast no shade on the Ranier variety.

The next things was this little device shown at top – a cherry pitter. I also use it for pitting olives. I was in New Jersey a few weeks back and realized that I only had my decades old one, acquired in cooking school tucked happily away in our New York apartment.

Not much to look at yet it is perfectly adequate for these two tasks and if you are trying to cook with either cherries or olives it is a much needed and appreciated tool. To be without it means any chance of a perfectly sliced cherries or olives for decorative effect will likely not happen. I promptly ordered the contemporary equivalent from Amazon. I searched cherry olive pitter and there is was. The beauty of the internet age. I sent it to NJ and it was waiting for me when I got here on Wednesday; it is a decidedly zippier, upgraded version. A happy summer of cherry and olive pitting awaits.

Meanwhile, the memory in question was one of an annual cherry picking at my grandmother’s house. She had an enormous Ranier cherry tree in the backyard. In retrospect as an adult I don’t think I realized that cherry trees got that big. It required a proper ladder to get to the top.

Was actually a bit hard to find a photo online of a large-ish one. My grandmother’s was much larger than this! It makes me remember it being in bloom though.

Anyway, the kids, spouses of kids and grandkids were all assembled and we picked cherries all day. There were sea green plastic buckets I can still see in my mind and we filled them with those orangey red cherries. My grandmother would then take them and cook them down and can them. They would supply pie filling and get spread on toast for the rest of the year and long winter ahead. (Mom’s mom who I have written about before here with a historic photo of that yard – sadly the tree was in the other direction and would have been tiny!)

These are exactly as I remember them.

Oddly, I don’t remember eating them off the tree. Now, I was at the time probably the youngest family member of the team, probably about five or six at the time I am describing before my brother was born. Perhaps my mother, always a worrier, didn’t want me eating pit filled cherries. I can see her fretting about that. Anyway, I didn’t and somehow didn’t really get into the swing of eating cherries until I was more or less an adult. If I were able to visit that tree today I’d be popping half in my mouth as I went, eating my body weight in cherries off the tree.

On one of those days I remember it ending in, if not a barbeque at least a picnic. (My Italian grandmother wasn’t really much into barbeque – she liked to cook her food on her stove and in her oven and make the table grown with delicacies which were not of the grilled burger variety.) I wandered around and found my way to a small tree. Much to my horror, as I touched the tree I was immediately covered with ants! I screamed the way only a small child shocked by ants can scream. It took a minute for mom to figure out what was wrong with me, get them off and set me right. (Tree must not have been well to be full of ants, but I don’t remember much about it.)

Dusk on the deck with the fairy lights on. Deck (and lights) had to be completely redone last fall – boards were all rotted! This is my first evening of return on investment! Well worth it.

Perhaps that memory came back to me because as I write this I am sitting on my deck in New Jersey, in the evening of July 4. Next to me on the fence I share with my neighbor, I discovered a huge and evidently industrious ant colony. I can see those hard working fellows even by the dim light of my fairy lights out here. Do ants ever stop and rest? These don’t appear to as I spotted them early this morning and they are still at it.

On of the solar lights I have around which I love!

A gentle boom, boom of distant fireworks is going off, but not enough to bother either me or the five New Jersey cats who have had their dinner and are largely sleeping. Fireflies have come out and look like miniature versions of the fairy lights. (People ask me if we still have fireflies and I am glad to assure them we do – have they really disappeared from places?) The mosquitoes, whose enthusiasm for my flesh has been somewhat tempered by some spray will chase me in soon. But my first evening on the deck this year and I guess summer has begun.

The back gate! Newly installed light here also last fall – so we have a bit of light coming and going at night. It is motion activated.

Halloween Approaching

Pam’s Pictorama Post: Boo! October has zipped right on by us this year here at Pictorama and before I know it I find Halloween is upon us. I am heading down to NJ this morning as the cat caretaker has a brief trip out of town and I will play cat mom to those kitties this weekend.

I haven’t had much chance to enjoy October in Jersey (I did post about one weekend out there recently and that can be found here), but I will soak up the last of it over the next few days. I especially look forward to a run where I can tour the Halloween decorations, soon to morph into Thanksgiving. These are the very best months out there, before the cold makes it less hospitable.

Doorstep in NJ, proud with pumpkins!

You might think I would go in heavily for my own Halloween decorations for the house, but no. My nascent collection of decorations run to the delicate and vintage, like this one above. I really shouldn’t purchase such fragile things as Deitch Studio can be a rough and tumble place sometimes. Both of today’s items were found on Instagram and were deals I decided I couldn’t ignore.

From a 2015 post. Pams-Pictorama.com Collection.

The paper globe (held by a helpful Kim above) has wonderful black cats on both sides and I imagine parties where a dozen of these hung somewhere, or perhaps were gracing a table laden with Halloween treats and fare – to be enjoyed between rounds of bobbing for apples? I have devoted a few posts to collected Halloween Dennison paper decoration books – how-to manuals of parties from the teens in a different era of DIY. (One of those posts can be found here.) I lack the not inconsiderable skill for the elaborate costumes and decorations of those days although I would say the bar was pretty high.

Although I don’t purchase cardboard Halloween decorations deeply (having said that another recent purchase post can be found here), I can’t resist a well designed kitty and this one was offered to me a few months ago. Only about 10 inches high he isn’t large and if I was inclined he would indeed make a tasteful apartment door decoration.

Pams-Pictorama.com Collection.

I like all his pointiness! He is a cat poised for action and maybe a bit of trouble, as much trick as treat. Claw paws and a mischievous grin. The back of this cardboard figure shows that it was much taped up over time, but otherwise he survives in very good shape. Other than a bit of a folding on the ears, he is in amazingly pristine condition.

I pledge another Halloween treat for tomorrow so stay tuned!

Festive!

Pam’s Pictorama Post: Just a quick note and a ho, ho, ho to you all. It was a quiet start to the day here in New Jersey. I decided to give myself a break from running today after my efforts yesterday when it was only 8 degrees out.

Nonetheless I was up early and putting the coffee on. My coffee has become a great favorite among mom’s caregivers – I perk a mean pot and am well set up for it down here with a pot identical to mine at home. I wish you could smell it.

Laurel and Hardy this morning.

Kim is on his way – traveling with my dog friends Cash and Penny. He is coming for the down and I will head back to New York with him tonight. As a result I am starting to gather all my bits which are spread over mom’s house after four days here.

Keeping an eye out for Hobo. So very cold we’d like to make sure our stray cat friend has a good meal. He stopped by the day before yesterday for a meal and inhaled three cans.

Hobo noshing earlier this week.

Yesterday found a friend’s wife just returning from the hospital so we packed up a whole lot of Christmas dinner (mom had ordered enough for an army – really!) for them to have food for a few days. He is so kind to my mom that it was a great pleasure to do something for them.

Mom has CNN blaring as always, although I have Laurel and Hardy on the television in the bedroom for some holiday relief. Holiday reports are coming in from friends all over which is nice to hear. Eileen, cold in Vermont, Eden and Jeanie warmer in California.

The eating has commenced (biscuits! First round) and a second pot of coffee perking in advance of Kim’s arrival. mom’s cats are sleeping off their first meal of the day although not sure Stormy has braved the fray.

Christmas cat breakfast.

So Merry Christmas to you and yours from all of us here at Pictorama and Deitch Studio.