In and Around Kendal

Invasion from Outer Space? This Critter Was Captured on Film During Sip & Snack. Hungry Perhaps?

In Honor of the 9/11 Memorial Issue of Kendal View

The September/October issue of Kendal View was devoted to remembering 9/11 in all its aspects. Last Wednesday’s Sip & Snack, in turn, was dedicated to the Pat Taylor, Llyn Clague, and the superb group of writers and photographers who turned out the excellent issue.

The writers of the 9/11 Kendal View issue

Thanked with applause

Photos by Harry Bloomfeld

They’ve Been Workin’ on the Railroad All the Live-Long Day

Photo by Joe Bruno

Choosing a Rockwood Path: High or Low?

Photo by Edward Kasinec

Kendal Sunsets

Night Falls on Kendal, by Edward Kasinec

A vision Kendalites love to watch, by Joe Bruno

Just So You Know . . .

Continued from last week . . .

My heart says, “chocolate and wine,” but my jeans say, “please, please, please, eat a salad!”

Hold on while I overthink this.

My spouse says I have 2 faults. I don’t listen and . . . something else.

Never laugh at your spouse’s choices.  You are one of them.

“dammit I’m mad” is “dammit I’m mad” spelled backwards.

One minute you’re young and fun.  The next, you’re turning down the car stereo to see better.

 I’d grow my own food if only I could find bacon seeds.

 Losing weight doesn’t seem to be working for me, so from now on I’m going to concentrate on getting taller.

Day 12 without chocolate . . . lost hearing in my left eye.

Some people are like clouds; once they disappear it’s a beautiful day.

Some people you’re glad to see coming; some people you’re glad to see going.

My body is a temple: ancient and crumbling, perhaps cursed or haunted.

Common sense is not a gift. It’s a punishment because you have to deal with everyone who doesn’t have it.

Contributed by Simone

The Flowering of Tuesday Morning

Carol Monteleoni and crew always come up with wonderful projects for the Tuesday Morning Club, but recently one blossomed into what one might just call a bouquet of delight. It all started when Barbara and Al Wallach’s son Cliff and his wife, Melissa, donated a roomful of flowers to the club. With plenty of helpers on hand, club members proceeded to create beautiful bouquets for their own use and to help decorate many of our common areas, too.

One special helper (one might say Tuesday Morning Club member for-a-day) was Carol and Philip Monteleoni’s granddaughter Anne.

Photos by Haruko Ogasawara

Vote for TaSH!

Are You a TaSH Aficionado? Then Make Your Voice Heard!

You have until Sept 30 at 5 pm. But why not do it now?

Vote for TaSh as Your Favorite!

I Never Knew That

The First Computer Bug—Literally

On September 9, 1947, the Harvard Mark II, one of the earliest computers, encountered a bug. Quite literally.

People have used the term “bug” since the 19th century to describe mechanical problems. Thomas Edison wrote about a bug in the call apparatus of his telephone in a letter in 1878, and the Pall Mall Gazette ran a story in 1889 referencing Edison finding a bug in his phonograph. The term even appeared in the Supplement to the Oxford English Dictionary.

So, when the Mark II began malfunctioning on that September day, the engineers working on it, including the legendary programmer and mathematician Grace Hopper, knew they were looking for a bug—they just didn’t realize it would be so literal.

But finding the issue took more than sitting at a desk and running a troubleshooter, like we do today. Instead, the engineers had to walk to the physical location of the problem—somewhere in the 4,000 square feet of floor space the electromechanical computer took up.

About 3:45 that afternoon someone found the bug. It was a moth, stuck in Relay 70, Panel F. Each relay was a small mechanical switch, and anything interrupting the circuit was a major problem. Whoever found the insect taped it into their logbook, along with the note “First actual case of bug being found.” A popular story suggests that this person was Hopper, but it likely wasn’t: The book logging the moth was not written in her handwriting.

We may never know who this computing punster was, but the book and its offending insect are preserved at the Smithsonian National Museum of American History.

Source: Britiannica.com, “Today in History,” by Teagan Wolt

Art by Hart

Arlene and Bobo’s podcast on resolving interspecies conflict in the workplace was having a moment

It was never easy calling the first PTA meeting of the year to order

Disappointingly, Jack’s beanstalk had turned into a tourist trap

Nobody dared to breathe at the finals of this year’s International Go-Fish tournament

The Hubbard were delighted with their supermarket contact lenses

Art and photos by Jane Hart

In and Around Kendal

Rays over the Hudson

Photo by Joe Bruno

The Puzzlers of Robert Fulton

Photo by Carolyn Reiss

Kendal Balconies

Photo by Janet Sawyer

The Gardeners of the Healing Garden

There were the men . . .

. . . and the women, too

Although the men left their calling card . . .

Photos by Valerie Wolzien

Happenings in Rockwood Park

An omelet in the works?

A buzz-cut lawn

Photos by Edward Kasinec

Serenity

Photo by Philip Monteleoni

Out and About

Serve It Up in The Open

Recently, Amanda Slattery attended The US Open to watch the Greats play. Who?

Serena Williams and Carlos Alcaraz played Doubles

Serena Williams serves

Gaël Monfils serves

And returns . . .

Photos by Amanda Slattery

Whether Up-River or Down

Ducks gather at the Long Dock Park at Beacon within happy sight of The Hudson, by Lynn Brady

A Stroll in Oscawana Park

Carolyn and Allie Reiss decided to venture into Croton’s Oscawana Park to see what’s what.

They found natural beauty and interesting things . . .

. . . and poison ivy. The walk didn’t last long.

In Memoriam

Twenty-five years ago this week, the World Trade Centers were attacked by a terrorist group in what was a coordinated attack on the USA. That day—as part of the coordinated attack—Flight 93 was hijacked and passengers bravely sacrificed themselves and foiled the hyjackers’ efforts. Let’s pause for a moment on 9/11 to remember those who lost their lives on September 11, 2001—and the outpouring of worldwide support, grief, and help for the USA in its time of such great sorrow.

Oil sketch contributed by Peter Sibley

Pat McGrath's Great Adventure

Pat McGrath and his daughter, Moriah, have taken off on a Great Adventure! The final reports:

Wow, we got lucky.  At dinner the first night in Canada at the magnificent Butchart gardens in Victoria, Moriah and I were seated with the only Canadians in the group, our two guides, and a mother/daughter team from Saskatchewan. We soon realized that they were very nice people and that the impending war between the US and Canada was unlikely despite the headlines. In fact, they claimed that a deal between Prime Minister Carney and Trump was very close to completion. Reassuringly, our dinner companions contended that all Canadians were eager to sustain their lifelong affection for their south-of-the-border neighbors after we become their 11th province.

So let’s all hope there’s no chickening out on this rumored deal!

Here’s the marina below our hotel in Brentwood Bay, Victoria.

And here’s a view of the Saanich Inlet from the ferry taking us and our bikes to the morning ride:

On Wednesday we left (huge) Vancouver Island for (tiny) Salt Spring Island.  There are only two ways to make the trip: ferry or seaplane. We took the ferry.

While we were biking on Salt Spring Island, we stopped at at a glass maker’s workshop that was literally in the woods. The craftsman has pioneered the re-use of discarded glass and energy efficient furnaces. He has been making fine glass objects for 30 years and sells them to tourists as well as several distributors. His work is unique and completely unindustrializable. In case you’re interested in seeing his work, here’s his website: https://theglassfoundry.com/what-we-do/. Several of the riders, including both me and Moriah, bought items from him.  When one of them asked if they could pay to have it shipped to avoid breakage in her luggage, he said yes, but that a 50% tariff had just gone into effect which would have to be paid upon re-entering the US. 

So the cost of his products to American customers (virtually all of his customers are American tourists) has increased by 50%. And the purported benefit to American glass artisans is that they may be able to charge more, although their competition certainly doesn’t include him, so they will probably be not affected one way or another. The benefits for American tourists wanting souvenirs of their travels? Not so much. Moriah and I both bought our pieces anyway, and I look forward to showing you mine when I return.  

Next stop: Galiano Island.

We ended our biking and hiking tour of the British Columbia islands on Friday.  The final exertion was a very steep climb to Bluff’s Park on Galiano Island where we could see our watery route to Vancouver and the wooded islands over which we had walked, ridden—and even kayaked—all week.  

Among the sights we leave behind are the Madrone trees, also called Arbutus, which live on the Pacific Coast from BC to Southern California,  Their orange red bark peels away to reveal a greenish silver layer underneath. They grow in contorted shapes and bear fruit in autumn. It looks like a show off among its spruce and fir neighbors.    

Here we are at our final dinner—with the ferry landing in the background.

A final comment on Canada. The ferries we relied upon to go from place to place moved people and their cars and the trucks that provisioned the remote islands, reliably, frequently, inexpensively. The ferry we took to Vancouver (actually the port is named Tsawwassen—if you can pronounce it) had the capacity for about 50 vehicles, 100 people, a snack bar, including alcohol, a crew of at least a dozen, what must have been a huge diesel engine in a place where automobile gas is ~$5.50US/gallon. The trip takes 55 minutes. The cost per passenger is $ 7 US.  

Just Checking . . . Elections Are Comin' Up

As of September 7, election day—November 3—is but 58 days away. Are you registered to vote? Especially, you Kendal newbies! October 24 is the deadline for registration if you want to vote on November 3. You can find out more about how and where to register by clicking below.

click here to learn more about registering to vote in the November 3 election

The Learning Garden--Part 2

Lisa Rosenbloom recently led a group of Kendalites to the OCC to celebrate the opening of their expanded Garden, partially funded with a Kendal donation. (The Residents’ Website included pictures last week.) The Garden is where the children grow vegetables that they can pick and eat. There were also some outstanding pumpkins in their garden! The children drew pictures of their favorites in the garden. Grace, 6 years old, drew the pumpkins and then wrote on the back of her picture that she liked to pick and eat the mint. The children were asked to give their pictures to the guests—one of whom was Lisa Rosenboom. Lisa says, “I was lucky to have Grace give me hers—and pretty nicely done for a 6 year old!”

The Residents’ Website would agree.

The Kindness of Kendal Strangers

A racing pigeon—lost and exhausted—had the good fortune to land outside of Robert Fulton. Good Samaritans Betsy Anderson and Lisa Rosenbloom gave the weakened bird water and food. Though a nice place to visit, no racing pigeon would want to live there. Bob Paxton pointed out that it was banded. There was hope! Sadly, the owners could not be found. After multiple calls, a bird rescue organization from Jefferson Valley offered to pick up “Kendal Snowy,” (a name bestowed by the Samaritans). In the meantime, he (Snowy)—nourished and safe from predators—took up quarters in an Amazon box on Betsy’s balcony, awaiting a better life.

Snow lands at Kendal

Good Semaritan Betsy Anderson announces its dinnertime

Snowy (a bit bashful) in his new (though temporary) digs.

The next day, a rescue lady in Jefferson Valley arrived to take Snowy to an animal sanctuary in South Salem where he will live in a farm silo with other pigeons or doves, open to the outside at the top so he can fly out whenever he likes.  (First, however, he’ll be treated for mites. How embarrassing!)

As he rode away to his new home, some were sure they heard him coo, “I have always depended on the kindness of strangers." Probably a fan of Tennessee Williams's A Streetcar Named Desire.

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