The good old days …

A friend and I were talking about New York the other day. I’ve been there hundreds of times over the course of my lifetime, but I had an instant flashback to one trip, in particular.

I was with my parents, my aunt and cousin. I was young, not yet a teenager. But not as young as I am in the photo with my parents. I was probably a year old, two at the most in this shot.

My parents and I used to go to New York every spring, for easter, for about a week or 10 days. My father went often for business, but as a family we went once a year, although occasionally more often. My mother was born there and Continue reading

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Day 351. Moveable Feasts

picnicWhere do you prefer to eat?  Are you a confirmed at-the-dining-room-table kind of diner?  Or are you an al fresco kind of diner?

A lot of folks dislike eating outside because of the bugs.  And others just find it too much work to move dishes and cutlery and glasses and drinks and food from the kitchen to the outdoors.  They don’t like the schlepping.

Alexandra Hanson-Harding, 135journals, had an interesting post the other day, about picnics.  In it she posted thirty-one questions she wrote for Toastmasters.  I’m not going to attempt to answer all of them, but she did inspire me to share some memories of a couple of picnics I’ve enjoyed.

They’re not very traditional, in that there was no red and white checked tablecloth involved.  No wicker basket, Continue reading

Day 319. Random Acts

I write about my trip to India a lot.  I was there for a month at the end of 2008.  And it was an extraordinary experience.  Despite everything going on in that country these kindnessdays, I loved every minute of my trip.  Yesterday’s WordPress Daily Prompt “Moment of Kindness”, took me right back there, to one of our many road trips.

“Describe a moment of kindness, between you and someone else — loved one or complete stranger.”

This family came immediately to my mind.  But before I get into the story, there are a few things I have to explain.

Getting from “A” to “B” in India is never easy.  If you fly, expect lots of delays.  And crowds of people like you’ve never seen.  And don’t expect your choice of restaurants, bookstores, boutiques, and spas where you can while away a few hours.  There’s nothing to do, and there’s nowhere to go in India’s airports.  Count yourself lucky if you find somewhere to sit, while you wait.

So we didn’t fly very often.  Just a few times, when there was no other choice.

Train travel is something else again.  We took the train from Delhi to Agra.  Not because we had to.  Because we wanted the experience.  OMG!!  OMG!!  I don’t even know how to describe it to you.  Old, bare, dirty, stations.  Archaic, really. People Continue reading