When you look at the neighborhood around you, do you wonder what it used to be?
Did it used to be busy, or was it quieter? Is it safer than it was or a tad seedier? What kind of people roamed the road and what kind of wheels rolled down your street? Do your views today make you long for the past or yearn for the future?
Old Philadelphia, courtesy of thingamababy.com
We took a stroll around a pretty neglected area of Philadelphia over the weekend. We had no real destination. My pictures fail to capture the atmosphere unfortunately. It’s something I’m learning to figure out as an amateur. I like to find the beauty in what “was”, and I like to dream about what used to inhabit the buildings and sidewalks that I walk.
When I see areas that are abandoned and half demolished, I wonder if the area is going through a transition to be rebuilt again or if the crumbling bricks are a true metaphor for the neighborhood. Time will tell.
I’m not foolish enough to think that the past was glamorous. Crime, corruption, drugs and heartlessness have always lurked in corners of every time period. There are still sights to be appreciated and customs that are appealing, particularly when we don’t know the pitfalls. The revolutionary buildings that I admire may not have seemed so beautiful with excrement being flung out the windows out into the alleys below.
There are times we can’t experience and life to be enjoyed today. Generations will pass on, scenery will continue to change and traditions will be altered. That is how time works and it always will.
An intersection that used to be busy
A seedy establishment that once was appealing
A wall that once touched two rowhomes
A train bridge that transported trains instead of weeds
Bicycle that ran on a shiney chain
Building that had four walls
Windows that kept the outside world out.
Brick that was mortared tight
A home that had electricity
A tower that supplied water
A warehouse that was plain
A skyline that had emcompassed only church steeples
How steps all over the city were made, polished and cleaned by their owners.
I feel like my posts tend to alternate between longing (teetering on whiney) and dorky ideas. I don’t do this on purpose, but maybe writing down things that bother me are effective enough that the following day I can look past them, at least temporarily, to see the beauty and pleasure in other things.
I sat here smiling as my pug and my husband snore next to me; (I mean, no honey, you don’t snore). I thought about how lucky I am to find joy in simple things. In no particular order, these are things that make me happy. I welcome what simple things make you happy; there is always room to add to the list.
Tea, in a teacup with saucer and perfectly sweetened. On a regular day, I drink tea unsweetened at work, just throwing a tea bag into the cleanest mug I have within reach. (It just feels that way, don’t worry, I wash them.) I’ve tried to perfect a perfect pot of tea; I can’t seem to do it like my Mom does, and so I make mine by the cup. I go in phases with what type I’m in the mood for and lately rooibos wins. Still, I wish I gave myself a moment to sit down and absorb just a moment of sunlight and a few minutes to drink tea each morning. At the very least, I take a moment to think about the little sayings on my tea bags. I started to save them at my desk because they are generally uplifting and every corporate cubicle can use random positivity. Geez, now I sound like a hoarding Pollyanna.
Hot buttered toast and dipping it in hot chocolate. Mmm. I think I’m hungry. Maybe I’m missing my Mom. She’d make this for me when I was little, because her Mom did the same. It came up in conversation before she passed that my Great-Grandmom used to get this when she was a kid from her Mom too. I suppose it’s a traditional treat then. The hot chocolate must be hot and so must the bread, and it should be white bread. If you’re going to do this, you might as well go all out and use the soft white bread. One day without wheat bread won’t kill you, but it might be the real butter that I suggest you use. I know I’ve missed the boat to suggest this part, but it is particularly good on a colder morning. We still have some of these left.
Early morning. Though I have my favorites, Oscar prefers oatmeal.
Hanging clothes on the line. Laundry chores are annoying but necessary. I think this makes me happy because it has to be a beautiful day for this chore to be feasible, and that itself is a reason to smile. There is just something calming about pinning sheets up in a gentle breeze on a warm and sunny day. Just don’t step in dog poo while you trek through the yard, it certainly takes away from the calming experience. Continue reading →
I was kind of excited when I saw the theme for this week’s “Phooootoooo Challllllenggggge”. I apologize, the excitement got away from me and I envisioned Ben Bailey from Cash Cab announcing the WordPress weekly challenge. This is my first time joining this cult, I mean group. Moving on.
I just happened to have taken a photography class in the Fall at the Philadelphia Photo Arts Center. As we walked around to shoot, our cameras that is, I tended to shoot so much of the ground. I’m actually kind of surprised I wasn’t mugged because I upon review of my photos, I didn’t spend very much time coming up for air and checking my surroundings. This of course began with my feet, which like Sara Russo and many other bloggers I’m guessing, marks the location and the fashion of choice.