Thursday, July 9, 2009

Servicing Your Car

Have you ever brought your vehicle in to a dealership for service? Ever found anything missing? Ever wonder if the people working on your vehicle are doing anything other than fixing it?

A little history on this link ~ a guy named Jason brought his vehicle to the Toyota dealership and complained of theft… afterwards, he placed a video camera in the car for the second visit for service. Click on the link to read the letter Jason wrote to the dealership with his findings. It is unbelievable and makes me want to leave a video cam if ever I bring in my car! (If you live in Louisiana, please note - this happened at a Louisiana dealership!!)

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Tuesday, July 7, 2009

Tuesday Funny

Greg sent the following email to friends and family.... thought I'd share it with my blogger friends:

"Aleta and I were coming back from taking sunrise pictures in City Park and we found this billboard at the airline and causeway elevated traffic circle.... we liked it so much we circled around and took a pic to share with you. So true... so true... nice ad Cox..."



Saturday, July 4, 2009

Metairie Cemetery



Enter "cities of the dead" where graves are above the ground. After a quick glance, you'll know why so many vampire movies and books are written with Louisiana as the backdrop and inspiration. Rusty ironwork, bleached tombs, crosses and statues add to the mystery, telling a story that one can only guess.


If you've never been to New Orleans, you might think it's odd that the dead is buried above the ground. There is good reason for this, not just for the decorative tombs, but rather ~ in New Orleans the water table is high and New Orleans is below sea-level elevation. Dig a few feet down and you'll hit water, thus the casket would float ~ literally (and yes, this did happen during Katrina.) One idea was to put holes in the bottom of the coffins so water would enter and sink but (shivers) can you imagine the gurgling sound as a casket is lowered? They opted for the cities instead.


When you look at the cemetery, "cities" seems appropriate for the rows and rows of tombs, resembling homes along a street.


Legend of Metairie Cemetery: Charles Howard was disgruntled with the Metairie Jockey Club, because they refused him membership to the racetrack (he was not blue blood). Charles Howard vowed to one day turn the grounds into a cemetery. After the civil war, because of mismanagement, Charles Howard took his revenge in 1872. The grounds still follow the oval layout. Mr. Howard's tomb is located in the place of the former Jockey Club. When I first saw his tomb, I didn’t realize it was Mr. Howard’s. My first thoughts were, “Wow. It looks like a house!”



There are some tombs with many family names etched in. Ok, are you ready to be freaked out a little? If you don't like the morbid, skip the rest of this paragraph and go to the next one..... The way so many people are buried in one tomb ~ according to an ordinance, if the previous deceased family member has been dead for two years or more, the remains are put into a bag and moved to the back of the vault. Then, the next deceased family member is placed in the tomb. Are you wondering what happens if it's been before 2 years? There's a "holding vault" until the proper time frame is complete.


Wealthy people built these tombs and it looks like there's a "compete with the Jones's" attitude, with so much architectural design it's amazing.. including marble and even stained glass work.


One story ~ Mr. & Mrs. Moriarty were Irish immigrants who worked hard and made good money, but were never accepted into the "social arena." When Mrs. Moriarty passed away, Mr. Moriarty designed their tomb so she could look down on all the people who had snubbed her. Her husband wanted the graces around her tomb and insisted there were four graces (when there are only three - faith, hope and charity, but I suppose his wife could be the 4th). Mrs. Moriarty was older than her husband was and in her will, she stipulated that only her date of death would be inscribed, so nobody would have the satisfaction of knowing the age differences.


Another ahem.. interesting story concerns Josie Arlington. Her life is best known for the four-story mansion boasting bay windows, a tulip-domed cupola, fireplaces in most rooms, works by great artists and... Courtesans. She worked in the red light district. (Prior to her being a Madam, she was known for being a tough woman. She even got into a fistfight with a rival prostitute, biting off part of her lips and ears!)


Josie passed away three years before Storyville was closed down by WWI anti-prostitution regulations. "Storyville" ~ what a name, sin's amusement ride? Though Josie was wealthy and had one of the most elegant and high-class "homes" - she was snubbed by society because of her chosen career. When she learned Metairie Cemetery was to be one of the most impressive cemeteries around, Josie commissioned an architect to design a unique tomb. It had a red door (significance wasn’t lost on the meaning of the color) and has a statue of a young woman touching the door to Josie's resting place.


As with any grave, there are ghost stories and Josie seems to have a host of them ~ ranging from the urns suddenly bursting into flames, a strange eerie glow coming from the tomb and knocking sounds as if the statue of the girl was trying to get in. The story states that Josie would never answer the knock because "no girl had ever lost her virginity at the Arlington." The stories became so wild, of her ghost walking the cemetery grounds, of the statue disappearing and being seen walking that the families who had members buried in the cemetery were afraid... eventually Josie's remains were moved to an "unknown" location. The “tomb property” is now listed to the Morales family.


Tombs of a more recent figure includes Al Copeland's, famous for Popeye’s Fried Chicken and Ruth Fertel of "Ruth Chris Steakhouse." I read that there is a "Culinary History Tour" for local food-related names - Arnaud, Brennan, Broussard, Copelands and Ruth. It's told that Ruth had her tomb built prior to her death and once it was finished, she put up a big white tent and invited her friends and priests to come have a party. That's New Orleans for you – party in a cemetery!


The main tomb I wanted to see was Estelle Theleman Hyamns ~ the despondent angel statue is so sad, so very touching... We were given a map of the cemetery and had to search around a bit, because the map gives you a general “lot” to look for, but there are many tombs per lot. This one was located at the very back, as if the family knew it was so special, that you would have to go out of your way to find it…and you would. Greg found the tomb and called out my name. (Have I mentioned that it’s eerie to hear your name being called out in a cemetery?)


He told me it was spooky with the blue light shining from the stained glass. I watched as he opened the doors, which are often locked, this day happened to be unlocked. We walked inside and though I’m only showing two pictures in this post, I took many different points of view shots, which are in my Picasa. I think this angel is the most beautiful of all that I saw, because of her sense of loss with her draping over a coffin. Later I read a different opinion of the angel’s position: "She isn't dejected, she's touching her head down with the morning light because she stood guard all night." It's a wonderful and sad place to visit, an odd combination, I know.


We drove around and took more pictures. I didn’t write in this blog post the funny things that Greg said in the cemetery, but I did put them as comments under some of the pictures in Picasa. I like that he was willing to go to the cemetery with me and helped me find the various ones I wanted to visit. Even though, I know he thinks it’s a little freaky. (Now you know the freak in me!)


Greg said, “I wonder if Sheriff Harry Lee is buried here.” I had the phone number to Metairie Cemetery and I called. They gave us directions, as best they could, to locate it and sure enough ~ we found it. Sheriff Harry Lee was a great leader for Jefferson Parish, where we live. There is a tomb for the Schwegmann’s family too. (sort of looks like a simple grocery store front). Mahalia Jackson’s tomb is also located in Metairie Cemetery.


Though you can “tour” through the cemetery (or walk a dog or go for a jog) through the main “streets” ~ I liked walking and finding the more tucked away tombs. The angels are poignant and beautiful, the stain glass work ~ a reflection of hope… all sorts of things you might be surprised to find, even a pyramid tomb and crying dogs.


Before we left, we went to the front of the funeral home, where there is a statue of the weeping soldier. If you want to see more pictures, please click here. (Note, towards the middle of the group of pictures is where you’ll find the older, more elaborate tombs.)

Monday, June 29, 2009

Lafayette Home







I was tickled with the responses to Greg's alligator picture! When we went into the "trophy" room at my relatives home, Greg got on his hands and knees, put his hand into the gator's mouth, looked at me and said, "Get the camera ready." He made that expression perfectly on cue. I don't know how I kept the camera from shaking, I was laughing so hard. He should have gone into acting, yes? Or at the least, comedy! Maybe even drama!




My aunt and uncle have a "J" shaped home in Lafayette, Louisiana. We traveled up there to introduce the home to Greg and Roda. That sounds odd, because normally you don't say, "Look, you MUST see this house." It didn't take long for them to realize it was a treat.


The house is filled with handmade art, corals, shells, huge gemstone rocks, paintings, a hallway that has a pond and stepping stones to get to the other side, a pool that was converted into a pond, bathrooms with fossils as the décor.... there isn't a place in the house that you can turn and not go, "OH wow!" And the house is huge, yet only has 3 bedrooms.


The rest of the rooms are showcases of things they have done from scuba diving to taking pictures of animals in the wild. That brings back a memory... my aunt took a picture of two baby foxes in their natural habitat and when she made prints to share with relatives.... my brother and I used to fight over which room the fox picture would go in. We loved it so much. It hangs in Rob's house (for now..hmmmm)


The trophy room doesn't just have the gator, it houses ducks and snakes and sharks. Oh yes, they caught these things and paid visit to the taxidermist.


In one of the bedrooms, there is a real wildcat (stuffed). At one point, Roda gave our aunt a hug and my aunt said, "Aww, that's sweet." Greg (man with no buffer from brain to lips) chuckled, "You can't stuff Roda and keep her!"


But honestly, Greg was amazed with all that was there and I was thrilled. The only one thing that bothered me was the teeth. Let me explain... see, at one point there was abundance, over abundance of nutria in these parts. People were saying on the news that nutria needed to be killed and... umm... eaten, so as not to be wasteful. Yeah, I just couldn't think of nutria as being the "other" other white meat. Not in my diet.


Well, my aunt did eat nutria. She didn't like it at first but got used to it. The teeth in one of her artworks is... nutria's teeth. Having large rat teeth on a wall, it kind of bothers me... yet... draws me in, because wow, it's so... different. (If you look at the picture where my aunt is walking into a room and my Mom is looking to the left - on the left, those things sticking out of the wall - those are nutria's teeth.)


To view the pictures on my Picasa, click here, and scroll down. (or click here and go to the first picture of the visit.) They live at the end of the street and their property line in the backyard is defined by the curve in the river bend. The steps going down to the river made me nervous, but I love the view! Greg looked up Google Earth and found a picture of their home and then emailed it to me. Too cool. (in case you want to know what a nutria looks like, see picture below, see the teeth?)



Sunday, June 28, 2009

Sunday Citar

I'm participating in Tabitha's Sunday Citar ~ Visit her blog to see more pictures.























"I know it's hard when you're up to your armpits in alligators to remember you came here to drain the swamp. "

(Picture taken at my aunt and uncle's house in Lafayette. I will write more about their home in the next post. In the meantime, don't worry. Yes, it IS a real alligator, but it visited the taxidermist.)

Sunday, June 21, 2009

Sunday Citar - Happy Father's Day



Today's Citar is dedicated to my Dad. (Instead of a quote, I thought I'd share a brief conversation ~ because it's funny and Dad makes people smile)

Dad: "I looked into that new Pet place. I asked them if they can kennel two cats while we're on the trip to Boston. The reception asked me, "How do you want them stored?" I told her, "Preferably stuffed!"

Me: "Dad! You did not say that!"

Dad: "Yes, I did" (laughing) "The receptions said - "Now, Mr. Grimball... Do you want a cage or a condo?" I was like... whhhhattt?"

Me: "Wait. Did you say, a Condo for a cat?!"

Dad: "Yeah, a condo. I couldn't believe it. I had to ask what the difference was."

Dad: "It's a larger caged area that has space for two cats and stairs for them to climb and a place for them to play. They get 24 hour care with people there to take them out and pet them and play with them. It's a size of a large closet. Sheshhhh...."

Me: "What's the cost difference?"

Dad: "That was my next question. The cage is 16 a day. With two cats, it would be 32. The condo is 24 a day for both. The condo comes out cheaper. That's the ONLY reason we're going with the condo."

Me: (laughing): "Your cats might not want to come back home after this kind of royalty treatment."

Dad: "One can only hope..."

Lol. Dad talks mean about cats and he'll tell you in heartbeat that he used to shoot cats when he was a kid, because the cats were all over the place in the country area. But he loves those cats he has now. He'll never admit it, but he does!


Below is a poem I wrote based on a childhood memory with Dad. Dad and Rob were Indian Guides and when Dad looked into what the organization had available for Fathers and Daughters, he found out about the Y-Indian Princesses.



I asked Dad to send me some of the pictures from this. I remember painting tee pees and going camping and the car race. I still have the necklace and the car.....



Memories Snippet IV


against the drummer sound
I was donned an Indian Princess
"Spring Flower" with a decorated
feather headband, wrapped around
the brow

An instant Pocahontas, clad in
buckskin jacket with patches of my
merit, no bonnet for this little lass.
We dipped painted fingers to
canvas, where teepees had no room
for shyness, gathering new friends

huntresses at the camp, throwing
balls through old tires and chanting
songs when late night fires greeted
s'mores and smiles, we never
learned smoke signals

Father-Daughter team, there was a race
~ had to build a tiny car from wood,
working wheels and paint, we made ours
black. In line for the start, I bit my lip
and he understood, "We'll win" he whispered
that twinkle in his eye

Body forward, fingers tapped
it began, almost couldn't watch, but yes!
Ours won! Car placed on a trophy mantel,
a picture moment ~ my hand to
cover a smile, which would not be contained

Placed petals around my neck, he carved
it around "Spring Flower"
a pendant for our memories strung together
in a beaded necklace of red and
yellow wooden balls, aged now it hangs on
my jewelry table, telling me....

no matter what the future might hold, Dad
will always be there for me, I'm still his little girl



HAPPY FATHER'S DAY, Dad! I love you!




Wednesday, June 17, 2009

Meet Sydney


No, Mom, I'm sorry. She's not mine.


I just had to share this baby with my blogger friends. Sydney is the daughter of Anneke and Jake. Jake is the son of Sally and Bruce. (I know Sally from the beading meeting and met her through Greg, as he is good friends with Sally and Bruce.) Ok, so now you know how we know them.


I have to say this. I'm not typically someone who holds a baby. I'm the youngest in my family and most of my cousins/friends aren't much younger than I am, so I never grew up with babies around me. Most of my friends do not have children and the few that do, I'm a little nervous being asked to hold the children when they are young.


When I told Greg that, he said, "Your maternal instincts must have kicked in, because you looked great holding Sydney." Anneke handed her to me and oh my gosh, what a little bundle of joy. When Sydney smiled, I laughed and she smiled a lot! I absolutely loved holding her and that's such a strange thing for me to say, because I never felt that way. She was happy to be with me, not squirming like some children or crying like others. Sydney was all smiles and giggles and making sounds like she wants to talk. (Oh, one time I did hear her cry... she doesn't like to be changed, doesn't like her cloths taken off. Sally told me, "The first time they changed Sydney, you would have thought we were murdering someone from the sound of it.")

At one point when I was holding Sydney, she turned and put her cheek against my chest; I melted. I told Greg, "If we can have a child, I want one just like this!"

When Anneke went to pick up Sydney, she gave a little bounce and said, "Do you want Mommy? Do you want Mommy?" Oh my - Sydney was all giggles and reaching her arms out. If joy could be caught in a picture, it was at that moment ~ too precious!


Anneke told me, "Sydney was named after Sydney, Australia, where Jake and I met. Maybe one day she'll want to go and visit Australia." I thought that was so sweet ~ not just a name, but a special bond and reason.

Anneke ~ isn't that a lovely name? She gave me her email address so we could keep in touch and then wrote the phonetic spelling "onika" saying that many people don't know how to pronounce her name. I can appreciate that, given I'll answer to anything even remotely close to Aleta.


Mom asked me where Anneke was from and I said "Holland." Mom was all ears. My parents would love to visit Holland (so would I). I mentioned this to Anneke. She said to go in late April, to see the Tulips and enjoy Queen's Day, which is April 30th. It's not the current Queen's birthday (which is in January). In honor of her mother, the current Queen kept Queen's Day on her mother's (or is it her grandmother's) birthday. (Dad, I know you read my blog. Make a mental note - when to go to Holland - April)

Anneke said that on Queen's Day, they are allowed to fly their flag (which, I had to ask, "what does that mean, allowed to fly their flag". Come to find out, there are restrictions of when people in Holland can fly their flag, how interesting) and they can have garage sales on Queen's Day. They can't just have a garage sale whenever they want to, (like we do in the States). On Queen's Day, everyone puts his or her things out for sale and you walk around to see what everyone has ~ wow talk about a neighborhood garage sale!


I love hearing about new cultures and traditions. Anneke, Jake and Sydney were a pleasure to meet and I hope to see them again in the near future!




To see more pictures, please feel free to visit my Picasa site. You'll need to scroll down to the end of the pictures ~ On there, you'll also see Bev and her "mid life crisis baby" - Cricket - he's a cutie, very well trained!


It was a wonderful gathering of friends. I learned that Bev and I share "isms" - that we both reverse our words, but we know what we mean! And that I'm not the only one who "can clean, but not cook" - yes - I'm not alone, thanks for sharing that too Anneke!


We even had a celebration ~ Bev bought a cake for Carol's birthday, plus a sugar free angel food cake for Greg. (Greg really appreciated your thoughtfulness Bev.) Good people and a lot of laughs. Thank you, Sally ~ for inviting us over and sharing your family and friends with us!!


And.... if I can get Greg to be a guest blogger.. hehe. I'll ask him to blog about "what a cake taste like."