Dad was so proud of this house and so was Mom.
They worked together to fix it up.
Dad died of cancer on July 13, 1980.
We visited him at Memorial Sloan Kettering in Manhattan. They tried experimental surgery which did not work. He took loads of steroids to keep the swelling down in his brain.
Lung cancer with meta'd to his brain.
He was 59 years old.
Dr Day was his oncologist here.
Yep, Daddypops Diner is still there. Photo from Internet.
My fondest desire is to go out to eat afterward.
She agreed to go to the lengendary Daddypops.
They had changed a bit. You were now allowed to pay by CREDIT CARD, rathan straight cash.
Fredda led us to a table. She was wearing a Jewish star. But then a Black gentleman came over and said, "I am your host now."
Important, for sure, to know.
He looked like a character in a cult movie, dressed all in black with a big gold cross dangling from his suit.
BUT I am confused. When did Ellen and I visit Allan Heller at Moreland Towers, the closest thing Hatboro has to a skyscraper.
We visited, said Ellen, just now, before Daddypops.
I am sipping right now on some lukewarm instant Nescafe. Geez, gonna warm it up one more time.
Two helpers are arriving this morning.
MaryKate first, and then Janie Black.
I had mentioned my left leg is killing me, so they will undoubtedly give me exercises.
Shit! I just sat down to continue blogging and stepped on a cup and saucer Martha had given me.
My coffee is nice n hot but fogs up my reading glasses.
Back to Daddypops. My friend Charlie from across the street used to eat there. He would sit in the chair that looked like a barber chair.
Very sad when he died!
That man knew how to train a dog... Pookie, half black lab, half retriever.
I went up to look at the cigarette machine. Old Gold, L&M, Unfiltered Camels like Uncle Marvin used to smoke, back in Cleveland.
I asked Fredda naively how I could buy a packet.
At the last minute I ordered a cup of coffee.
No way can you go to a diner and not have coffee.
Ellen ordered flapjacks with syrup, while I had two eggs on rye toast and a bowl of grits (boyfriend Curtis Branch in San Francisco, taught me how delicious they were), altho I said they are nutrtionally worthless, tho of course they are probably fortified.
I had not brought my insulin pen, tho when we got home, my sugar was only 250, not bad.
This morning I had a huge breakfast... two eggs, spring mix, tiny chopped purple onions, and finger-lickin stringy asparagus you could choke on.
Ken Smith, founder and owner of Daddypops, would arrive around 2 30 pm. The place closes at 2 pm, something I have always remembered.
Would he have remembered me? Full-bearded Simon and I frequently ate there.
Also, Sarah, thanks for the great hat! I love it and so does Janie, today's helper.
Have a great time in Umbria, near Rome, Italy!
Shucks! Sister Ellen aka Ellie Belle, has pretty much been disqualified from moving into the new place on Davisville Road.
We all had a great time at Dan and Nicole's on Christmas Day.
Loads of great food including tenderloin steak like Mom used to make, which Sarah marinated for four days.
TO UPLOAD PIX
Have purple Nikon camera ready
Insert plug under WHITE TAB
Select pictures on computer you want to upload
Tricky part: to upload pix on blog, select BLACK SQUARE that seems to have 2 tiny mountains and press upload, as that is where pictures will be
ORANGE PUBLISH BUTTON is off to the right.
Good job, Ruthie!!!!
That is because today, the day after Christmas, was a federal holiday!
Thanks to our friend REMINGTON MURPHY for this important information.
Same thing for the day after New Year's Day.
How many times did YOU check your mailbox?
Oh, I stepped outside into the frigid air to check, about a dozen times.
Just watched the PBS Evening News.
This evening discussion concerned the TALIBAN and its forbidding women to hold responsible jobs. Many are physicians - or prescribing nurses - who help the sick and dying. Photos of emaciated babies were shown.
What a corrupt society that is willing to sacrifice its own people to stay in power themselves.
I also watched the short series THE TWO POPES. Beautifully acted and mysterious. Let's see who made this film.
The Two Popes is a 2019 biographical drama film directed by Fernando Meirelles and written by Anthony McCarten, adapted from McCarten's play The Pope which premiered at Royal & Derngate Theatre in 2019.[3][4] Predominantly set in the Vatican City in the aftermath of the Vatican leaks scandal, the film follows Pope Benedict XVI, played by Anthony Hopkins, as he attempts to convince Jorge Mario Cardinal Bergoglio, played by Jonathan Pryce, to reconsider his decision to resign as an archbishop as he confides his own intentions to abdicate the papacy.[5]
The film premiered at the Telluride Film Festival on August 31, 2019. It began a limited theatrical release in the United States on November 27, 2019, and in the United Kingdom on November 29, 2019, and started digital streaming on December 20, 2019, by Netflix. The performances of Pryce and Hopkins, as well as McCarten's screenplay, received high praise from critics, and all three men received nominations for their work at the Academy Awards, Golden Globes and British Academy Film Awards.
I will finish watching it tomorrow. I was relieved to find something terrific to watch after going through some really lousy films.
Also wanna write something about one of my favorite people, though she passed away a couple of years ago.
All I have left of HAR are her dishes, her silverware, her brilliant ideas and a mind without peer.
I still miss Mommy and Daddy.
When I woke up this morning and looked at the clock with my b'day on it, I wished they were still around to wish me a good year with many more to come.
Sarah and Ethan will be here around 10 30 am.
Rich and Ada sent me a b'ful Jacqui Lawson e-card.
Watched Rick Steves last night who had many Joyous Noelle in EUROPE segments on. Wanted to see his wife and kids named Ali and ...
Am trying to look nice for when Sarah and Ethan arrive.
Brewed my favorite coffee.... Maxwell House.
Sister Lynn will call later.
Look, all this makes me feel great.
Later!!!
But will return, she said, to trim my beard, oops, I mean my hair.
Four cards are in my mailbox.
Van Cleef and Arpels.
Hurray for Mailman Dante. He was just here as I finished licking the sky.
MaryKate and I practiced dancing for my 77th birthday party at son Dan's. Look, if the weather is terrible, no prob in staying home.
Am gonna scratch my brain right now and think of something beautiful I own.
My LUX timer?
My collection of cups?
The blue menorah David Hunter made me?
The view out my living room window?
Just finished watching the Naudet Brothers Documentary of the Fall of the World Trade Center.
Stuck out my head from my teeny front porch. Looked high up and stuck out my tongue to taste the snow but I was basically blown back in the house.
Finished my short story for Eva Priestly's writing group called ALL THE BLONDES I HAVE LOVED.
Hathaway Brown School was mentioned.
And may all your Christmases be white.
My asparagus is from Mexico. I boiled it in a huge saucepan.
Dee licious.
