Friday, May 23, 2008
Myself on the temple steps at Confirmation with Cantor Cohen. You can see my peers scattered around in their hairbows and their sashed dresses. Nobuko is in the picture, enjoying herself in the moment, taking part as she always did. Who is between us? I don't know!
Saturday, April 26, 2008
Mom, Pam, Sandy, Charlie at Sandy's confirmation. On the steps of Temple B'nai Israel on Riverside Blvd in Sacrameto. I had a number of new dresses for the occasion. What was the deal chartreuse on mom. The poufy hair and pointed glasses. She sure was slim though. Charlie's definitely getting taller.
Friday, April 25, 2008
Wednesday, April 23, 2008
Tuesday, April 22, 2008
Sandy and Nobuko on one of the events around Sandy's confirmation. Which truly seems like non-Jewish event. But it is or was. I had my hair done, I remember not being happy with it but realized that I had failed to explain or understand what was going to happen. I liked that yellow drop waist dress, it had an interesting fabric. Nobuko, as usual, is with the program. Taken in the old sanctuary of Temple B'nai Israel in Sacramento. That room has been completely redone (see earlier in this blog)
Sunday, April 20, 2008
Found some old pictures in a trunk today. This is the picture of the family of the bride at mom and dad's wedding, April 16, 1950 in a local restaurant in New Haven CN.
Poppy, Nanny, Uncle Bunny, Aunt Ruth, mom and dad
Thursday, April 3, 2008
Pam and Sandy posing in the back. I'm ALL DRESSED UP, I think it's confirmation or something. I think that was an old dress of somebody's, maybe my mothers? Anyway I liked it but the skirt was shortened to 1968 standards. I think my hair was 'done' and I'm wearing a special clip with ribbons on it. I'm wearing a charm bracelet and I'm guessing my father's ASG ring which I liked very much. Probably a mogen david around my neck. Pam looks impressed being next to her big sister.
Friday, March 28, 2008
A family gathering at the beach on the east coast. Guessing on the people
Three girls on the left are likely (in order of age)
The woman second from the right is Marilyn Rosenberg, my mouther's cousin. Maybe my cousin Mary Ann Leichter (not sure) in the middle. Don't know who is on the right.
Tuesday, March 25, 2008
A backyard parrty in 1968 in Connecticut. I think it's the Leichter home on Foote Street in Hamden. Whew, I don't recognize any of the people except my grandfather, Poppy, Irwin Baumann, in the center of the photo. Maybe my mom can recognize these folks
Friday, March 21, 2008
Kimmy across the street was Pam's childhood friend. Here Pam and Kimmy pose somewhere pretty. Kimmy was an only child and was doted on my her older parents. Pam got to go to a lot of nice places with that family. I don't know where Kimmy is today...
Thursday, March 20, 2008
Picture of Nobuko and Sandy on front steps of the Willhagin home. I was a Candy Striper volunteer in high school. I used to volunteer as an aide at a home for retarded children. I used to care for some of the small children and sometimes the babies. I don't remember much about it except that it was hard work. I was determined to do it but I didn't particularly enjoy it or find it rewarding. Thikning back on those small children, even babies, I never remember seeing parents or family members. These kids were institutionalized. It was a rather new facility, pleasant, light and clean. But hard times and dark futures for those young people.
I'm all decked out with cap and gloves, I wonder if I'm going to some event?
Wednesday, March 19, 2008
This was taken at a beach house, maybe on a beach in Delaware or Connecticut. Don't know if I can identify the people, help!
Aunt DeDe (Irwin's sister)
Regina (my grandmother
??? short older lady
Irwin (my grandfather with the red hair)
Uncle Mel (my great uncle)
Marilyn Rosenberg (my mother's cousin)
Malcolm Leichter (my cousin)
Kids in inner tube
One is probably Joanie Rosenberg
Don't know who is standing in the shadow in the back
Saturday, March 8, 2008
Thursday, March 6, 2008
I think we are at the Japanese Garden in San Francisco. I remember the blue pea coat though I think I lost it in some unfortunate way (again, the rage in 1967) We are wearing skits, hosiery and funny shoes. People would not dress like that now but, then, according to my mother...if you went to The City (San Francisco), you dressed up. Period. Maybe even with white gloves.
Tuesday, March 4, 2008
I don't remember this visit; why they visited Sacramento but that's the front of the Wilhaggin home.
Front Row: David G, Alan G. Carla G, PM
Back Row: Don, Mim, Charlie, Father, Sandy
All looking healthy and fit, so glad. My father passed away at the age of 80 last April. I've lost track of the Gittlesons. My mother thought they were living in Palm Springs. Two years ago, Dennis and I went there for a tournament and my mom strongly encouraged me to contact them, perhaps they would like to go to a game, they are always fun. I worked hard to find the number. Called and left a message. Called again and got Mim, she said she knew who I was but was distracted and could not talk right then. That was it; I figured they were 80 years old also and had other things on their mind. I did not try any more.
I have my hair going good again, how DID I do that? That kind of ribbed sweater top was called a poor boy sweater. All over the department stores in 1967.
My father always that hair cream sort of curl on the top of his hair, I thought it was permanently there, but clearly not.
My mother must have taken the picture.
Thursday, February 28, 2008
Tuesday, February 26, 2008
We're back to the underexposed pictures of the going away party for the Zwisslers. You can see my mother with her silvery black outfit, Gayle in the background. Don't know who the other guests are. Much more acceptable to smoke then
Monday, February 25, 2008
Saturday, February 23, 2008
Thursday, February 21, 2008
When I was in middle and high school, sewing your own clothes was considered very desirable for girls. Everybody should learn to sew because, if you could sew, you could make just about anything you want for a fraction of the cost. Very sensible, virtuous and accomplished if you could sew.
My mother could knit but not sew very well but she was keen that I should learn to sew. Unfortunately I have very poor fine motor coordination and spatial skills. And I wasn't ALL that interested in clothes. My mother really encouraged me, incentives. But I didn't like all the detail work, I was not very good at visualizing the product, it never came out right and I was generally lousy at it.
What I wanted in the 9th grade was colored shoes. Everybody wore colored shoes with nylons (what WERE we thinking?). In those days, girls had to wear dresses (ditto). My mother said that if I made a dress, she would buy me colored shoes to go with it. Not the desired capezios, of course, but colored shoes.
So here's the dress, an A-line dress of a green floral print. And, if you look real close, you can see that I am wearing the promised yellow shoes to go with it. Like everything I made, it didn't fit right and I soon abandoned the whole idea.
Never to be taken up again, I still don't do hand or craft work.
Pam in front of me, I think she's wearing a costume for a dance or gymnastics recital. I don't know what the orange thing is.
Wednesday, February 20, 2008
During this time, the Zwisslers moved to Southern California and my parents threw a big going away part for them. Catered and everything. I remember my mom and I went shopping for the fancy dress that she would wear. At I. Magnins (the swankiest that we knew about) we found this brightly colored top and printed skirt. Kind of gypsy print with a bright orange top. My mom looked fabulous in it and I LOVED it. We were so excited about it and the my father vetoed the whole outfit. Too bright and gaudy. My mom was so mad and so was I. So she returned it and bought a conservative black skirt and this silvered fancy top. Then, at the last moment, Lew Zwissler couldn't be at the party! And it was in his honor! So they displayed him in effigy, I think it was my younger sister's Raggedy Ann doll. This is the biggest party I can remember they ever gave.
Pictured are my mom and Gayle Zwissler. Look how young and slim they are!
Tuesday, February 19, 2008
Nobuko hosting a gathering in our back yard with some girls from Rio (not unlike the girls from Shorewood who came to Gowoon's part 40 years later). Nobuko is showing her things she brought from Japan including the kimono. I'm also wearing a kimono right behind Nobuko.
Monday, February 18, 2008
Sunday, February 17, 2008
Saturday, February 16, 2008
Friday, February 15, 2008
Thursday, February 14, 2008
The three kids at UCSC's entrance. I believe these are some of the original buildings from the Cowell ranch. I think the one we are looking at was used for Grounds and Maintenance at that time. An old barn had been renovated to be a theater. You get to the entrance but it's another mile or so until you get to the campus buildings. I remember going there with Paul Miller in 1969 and (not too lit), he kept saying, but where is the campus?
Just for clarity, I attended UCSC 1970-1974
Wednesday, February 13, 2008
Tuesday, February 12, 2008
I didn't really recognize the entrance but read the sign and THIS is Stevenson college, one of the four original colleges on the east side of the campus (I attended Crown, also one of the 4) I'm ijn the foreground with the yarn bow in my hair. Checking it out, I was already scheming to go here but didn't really know how it could happen. Pam in the center. Though the gardens look dry, you can see the redwood forest. I LOVED the redwood forest. Could not get enough of it.
Monday, February 11, 2008
Saturday, February 9, 2008
Friday, February 8, 2008
You know, this could be Stevenson...I don't really remember. Cowell and Stevenson were below and Crown and Merrill were above.
I don't remember what that part where you go down the stairs. But it's definitely early ucsc. We're checking it out
Thursday, February 7, 2008
On to 1967 for hints of things to come. I have to admit then when I went through these slides, I discarded many slides of unidentified college campuses. My father always loved to visit college campuses and he was always interested that we should be interested. But there were a bunch that I didn't recognize.
But this one, I do. Cowell College of UCSC in 1966 or 1967 (University of California, Santa Cruz). Near Aptos. My father always loved this place and, in this case, I agreed with him. He thought i should go there and I did too. It's brand new in this picture. The grass is in but not all of the landscaping. Cowell College was one of the original 4 colleges, ( eventually went to another once, Crown College)
We are here taking a visit, I think that's Pam in the corner
Wednesday, February 6, 2008
Tuesday, February 5, 2008
Monday, February 4, 2008
This is definitely one for the blackmail file. That summer, Scotchy, our cocker spaniel, insisted on tangling it up with a skunk that lived in the neighborhood (a lot more empty lots at that time). The skunk would apparently come in or close to the yard, bait the dog, the dog would go nuts with barking and the skunk would let him have it. Repeatedly. So the dog always smelled. For some reason, we believed that the only way to get rid of the smell was to bathe the dog with tomato juice. Any truth to this? I have no idea. But we dutifully did this.
That summer, my cousin stayed with use for awhile and here we are doing the deed. Yup, that's me with the orange juice can rollers in my hair with the hairnet.
The question needs to be raised. Did any of this setting of hair and pins and uncomfortable sleeping ever work on my baby thin hair? No, it never did. My hair has no body whatsoever and never took a set or did anything other than lie dankly close to my head. My whole life. Even now. That, however, did not stop me from trying with adolescent determination.
Sunday, February 3, 2008
My cousin Mary Ann came for an extended visit. The background suggests a trip to the Japanese Tea Garden in San Francisco? Hey, how come I've gained 60 pounds and Mary Ann hasn't??
As far as my family is concerned, Mary Ann is the brains of the operation....
Friday, February 1, 2008
Thursday, January 31, 2008
This must have been on the same visit to Bea and Dave G. 14 year old Sandy with Carla G in her lap. I'm still doing pig tails. I remember the pink blouse, had a matching skirt. Keep in mind, we are still several years away from girls being able to wear pants to school.
Monday, January 21, 2008
Very odd picture until you can visualize the real life context. We're at Lake Tahoe. We can't go inside because we are under 18. But mom goes inside and she's got a slot machine my the window and is signalling out side to us. She has our nickels and she's losing them for us. Wonder about those entertainers there on the marque.
Still an odd picture
Sunday, January 20, 2008
We went to visit Bea and Dave Gittleson in Los Angles. They are the parent of Don Gittleson, friends of my parents. I know they haven't seen them in many years. At the behest of my mom, I called Mim Gittleson, they live in Palm Springs, when I visited there two years ago. My mom thought we should visit. But they are 80 years old also and I couldn't connect and they were not interested. The elder Gittlesons lived in a stucco bungalow on an old-fashioned Los Angeles street (if there is such a thing). Kind of dark and arched with a small yard with tropical plants. I think they were near the Fairfax district. There we are, I think I remember the outfit. It looks like it's warm and we sit out in the yard instead of an air-conditioned interior
Saturday, January 19, 2008
Pam, on her way to birthday party (check out present on the hood) in front of the 1965 dodge Dart in front of the Wilhaggin home. Looking down on Exmoor Circle towards Wilhaggin Drive. The pole sticking out with the yellow thing on top is the top of the car aerial with some plastic flowers (daffodils) affixed to be able to spot the car in a parking lot.
Pretty yellow print dress with matching head scarf. All the rage in 1966.
Friday, January 18, 2008
This one's got to be semi-famous. One in a series of pictures my father took where he would take FOREVER to snap the picture. You were supposed to hold the pose for a LONG TIME while he turned the mysterious dials of the precious camera. I mean, this was very complicated and you had to be very patient. He would never share what he was doing that was so difficult, that was not for children. And he would get angry if you didn't stay put. However, not everybody cared what he thought and pets and small children wandered away no matter how furious he got. Case in point, we are supposed to be holding the pose but the cocker spaniel is out of here. He's gone, he's no longer interested despite my entreaties to get him to stay.
We have whole series of these pictures.
But there I am, in my 14 year old glory. I remember the suit, it was a bit baggy but it worked. Needless to say, I don't look the same at age 55. My hair's the same color and I still have knobby knees.
Thursday, January 17, 2008
Here they are, my father, brother and grandfather posing on the front walk to complete this set of family group shots. Charlie was 12 in this picture, he would get his height later. The Ginsburgh men.
Tuesday, January 15, 2008
My grandfather, Harold Ginsburgh
My grandmother, Betty Ginsburgh
My father, Allen Ginsburgh
pose on the front walk of our Wilhaggin house. They are dressed up to go somewhere...or not. My grandmother always had proper wool suits and sensible pumps. She often said that she couldn't see any resemblance between herself and her children and, from these pictures, I can see what she means.
My father is about 40 years old in this picture.
Monday, January 14, 2008
With a cigarette...but this is 1966; I think she quit soon after this. I remember her quitting early in my high school years. I'm thinking it's fall. It's chilly, not the jackets. The leaves are off the mulberries but they haven't been pruned (Father usually did that New Year's Day). Calendulas blooming in the flower bed.
Saturday, January 12, 2008
This actually is a cropped and enlarged picture of my grandfather, Harold Ginsburgh in the front walk in front of the Wilhaggin house in 1966. In the next few days, there will be several similar family group pictures. In one of the pictures (not this one) you can see me peeking out of the front window.
I don't know where we were going but my grandfather was dressed as usual in his slacks and jacket and tie. In later years, he would show a more informal dress style by wearing a string tie. He's in his middle 60s here. My father looked like him. As usual, he's full of tight wound energy, he was always concerned that everything should work properly to HIS standards which were high indeed. He tried to go along with the family activities but he let everybody know that not everything was being done as properly as it should be.