This is the blog I started when Carolyn died. I had to stop blogging under Henry and Carolyn Farkas Second Honeymoon Blog so this is where I continued blogging once I decided to continue blogging. Now there's a new blog that's a strange kind of memoir that's also a bunch of random essays rather than photos with short essays. That one is Henry Farkas Memoir Blog
Wednesday, October 24, 2012
Yesterday, my brother and I went to New York to visit with some of our cousins. We also visited the statue of Christopher Columbus. The statue, in Columbus Circle, at 59th St. and 8th Ave., has been on its pedestal for 220 years so they probably had to clean off lots of pigeon poop. Anyway, they built a scaffolding around the base and a living room like space around the statue itself so people could get a close look. Below, is a picture taken from the window of the living room like space. It shows 59th street, also known in this location as Central Park South. You see the buildings on the south side of the street and Central Park along the north side of the street.
Here's a picture of what the statue looked like before they built the structure around it so people could go up and view the statue from close up. I took the pictures above. The one below I got from Wikipedia.
Here are some pictures taken by my cousin, David.
Above is me and my brother standing in front of the statue of Chris Columbus. Now that I've seen him up close, I feel like I can be familiar with him and address him as Chris. Below is me with 8th Avenue, otherwise known as Central Park West in the background.
Wednesday, May 9, 2012
Monday, January 9, 2012
Tuesday, January 3, 2012
Tummy Time
This photo was taken just a few days ago. That's me and my grandson. Chance is nearly two months old. Sometimes, he can already roll from his front to his back and vice versa. He looks around and seems to be taking in the scene. If you hold him just right with his feet hanging down, he seems to be getting some exercise by pushing on whatever surface, such as my belly, that his feet are touching.
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