June 24, 2017 § 3 Comments
I couldn’t think of a better subject for this weeks weekly photo challenge than the elephant puppet my son and husband have been working on for the past year. The inspiration for the elephant — hours of watching Ray Harryhausen films. The puppet started with a simple armature, then clay, a mold and now silicone. This was their first attempt making a mold and one side of the elephant was full of air bubbles, but my amazing husband has been patiently repairing it before the final stage, painting. My son is definitely a task masker and we joke that a career as an art director may be in his future!
June 11, 2017 § 5 Comments
May 22, 2017 § Leave a comment
Straight out of a Jim Jarmusch movie, South Of The Border is filled with racist overtones and conjures up all kinds of childhood memories for me. Located in Dillion South Carolina, the first time my son was old enough to notice it on our drive down South I promised him we would stop and buy Mexican Jumping Beans. Sadly the cashier told us they hadn’t had them in years.
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May 17, 2017 § Leave a comment
A while back I found a postcard of a shoe store called Bob Baker in a briefcase that had belonged to my father. My mother had been using it to store what little shoe memorabilia was left of his. I posted it here and forgot about it until this spring when we were on vacation in Florida and stopped in Naples for the night. We found the perfect old style Florida motel and before we headed back out the next day we took a walk around the city.
Naples is beautiful, manicured, and pristine. Their 5th Avenue is lined with restaurants, shops, Lamborghinis, and Teslas. I loved it and definitely want to go back. When we were walking I noticed the sign for Bob Baker Shoes. I explained to the sales associate my father had worked with the owner a long time ago and asked if I could take a few photos. She was gracious and mentioned that his son Bob Baker Jr. was at his desk in the back of the store and to go and say hello. I introduced myself and told him my father was Arthur Benjamin. He remembered him and told me he had worked with Arthur more than his father had. The store really took me back to my dad’s shoe days and surprisingly I wasn’t emotional until he mentioned that a young woman had stopped by also not too long ago who had worked with his dad and had become very emotional and that’s when I felt the tears start to well up. I kept it together and thanked him and at his recommendation for a family style restaurant we had a lovely lunch where my son entertained himself by arranging the ketchup and mustard packets.