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Dec 22

Holiday Train Show at the New York Botanical Garden, part one

We visited the holiday train show, which is something we’ve been invited to by family friends for years. Finally, the timing worked out. The trains were … fine, I guess. Sure, there’s 25 trains and trolleys rolling along over a half-mile of track, but what they are weaving around — almost 200 scaled down buildings made of bark, leaves, and other materials — is the real attraction. I took a lot of photos of the miniaturized parts of the city. Here are some of them.

The Elephantine Colossus was a Coney Island tourist attraction. The seven-story structure opened in 1885, and burned down in 1896. In between, it was a concert hall and amusement bazaar.

Its legs were 18 feet in diameter. The entrance was in a back leg. The front legs held a cigar store. Apparently, for a time, it was the first artificial structure that immigrants saw when they arrived to the United States.

This is a representation of the Coney Island Light, still on the west end of Coney Island. This one has been in place and helping sailors since 1920. While the real one is still, this one is made of sticks and bamboo and resin. For more than 40 years the lighthouse was manned by Frank Schubert, the last civilian lighthouse keeper in the United States. He spent his whole life working for the Coast Guard, including his last 14 years, after the lighthouse was automated (as all of them are these days). Schubert was America’s last civilian light keeper. He died at 88, in 2003, and is credited with saving 15 lives.

Earlier this year I read Brilliant Beacons: A History of the American Lighthouse and I commend that book to you if you are mildly interested in lighthouses.

The Wonder Wheel is a 150-foot-tall attraction on Coney Island — not all of these are on Coney. It was built in 1920 named an official New York City landmark in 1989. And the ride is still an active fixture.

I’ve never had a desire to visit Coney Island. (For sure, I’m probably missing out.) But now I want to go. I want to ride a century-old ferris wheel.

Presumably this was the first sign, or one of the early ones. Not having something like this is a crying shame.

Here’s the small version of Grand Central Station. The real one covers 48 acres, has 44 platforms, all below ground, serving 67 tracks.

I wonder what’s below this one.

When Grand Central Depot opened in 1871, 42nd Street was remote, undeveloped and north of much of the city, but not for long. Within two decades this was in the middle of everything. In a dozen more years, this terminal was seeing passengers. For some reason, 21.6 million people visited it in 2018. Wikipedia says that excludes actual passengers.

Hey! Look! Another lighthouse!

This is one of the largest buildings in the show. This version of the historic, and much-lamented, Penn Station, occupies 20 square feet.

The actual building, built in 1910 filled up two city blocks, or about 80 acres. Train travel declined after World War 2 and the station was demolished in 1964. It took decades for people to really decide that might have been a mistake. So when someone says the 60s were great, here’s one more data point to the contrary. What remains of the old Penn Station is now beneath Madison Square Garden.

Since this is a train show … here’s one pulling into Penn Station now.

And here’s another, departing. Just have a look at those columns on the building’s exterior. Remember, these models are built out of natural materials. Someone made dowels and sanded those.

This is Kykuit, home to four generations of the Rockefeller family, starting with John Rockefeller, founder of Standard Oil.

This is in Mount Pleasant, New York, on the Hudson Valley. You can tour the actual estate, which is a six-story house and, judging by the photos online, is much more attraction than this particular model, impressive though it is.

Kykuit is a historic site of the National Trust for Historic Preservation. The model makers thought enough of it to display an unfinished version, a small version of a huge mansion in progress. And now some details: the facade is pine bark, the balconies are built from a black cherry stump’s fungus, and the railings are eucaluptus stems. The front door is made from lotus pod, pin oak acorn caps, sticks and hemp rope. Those are magnolia leaves making up the roof. The sculptures and cherubs are made from, among other things, pistachio shells, juniper berries, sea grass, cocoa nuts and mahogany. The eagle on top? A white pine cone on a bur oak acorn cap.

And now you’re beginning to understand the attention-to-detail involved in these models, but we’re only beginning to see all of the displays. I have 30 more photos to go!


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Dec 22

We are now in Connecticut

To recap: We woke up on Tuesday of last week in Alabama. Wednesday we woke up in Indiana. Thursday, it was Pennsylvania. Saturday we woke up in New Jersey. On Christmas day, we finally woke up in Connecticut, which is where we are spending a few days.

But before all of that … we stopped at the beach. This is Point Pleasant, New Jersey.

And here are a few shots from the shore, before my ears started hurting. This is the beach The Yankee played on with her god-sisters as a child.

It was a beautiful Christmas Eve morning …

But, seriously, the wind made my ears hurt. How often does that happen?

It seems my light jacket wasn’t enough. Go figure.

Also, one wave sneaked up on me. You know how they do, that one ambitious wave works its way farther up the beach than the rest and you have three steps in the water — the cold, cold, water — before you can escape its reach.

It was no warmer in New York, of course. This was one of the views on I-287.

And here’s an almost accidental shot on the Cuomo Bridge. It turns out I really like the cool austerity of the composition.

And then we finally hit the Merritt, and Connecticut. This was Saturday afternoon.

Later that night we went to Christmas Eve services at my in-laws’ church. Before that, there was a mini-concert featuring Ukrainian flautist, Denis Savelyev. He’s won the New York Flute Club Competition, has been named the rising star at the Galway Flute Festival and the 2019 young artist at the National Flute Association here in the U.S. I am assured these are big deals. He is presently doing graduate work at John Hopkins University but, to me, he’s the guy who made the flute solo cool. He also played this.

Christmas morning — our fifth state, fifth bed, in six days — my lovely bride, her parents and I opened presents. It was a pleasant, low key day. Called my mother and called my grandfather. We had a delicious prime rib for dinner. We set up my father-in-law’s gift. He’s very pleased. We’ll finish setting up my mother-in-law’s tomorrow.

And that gets us through the weekend. But now I have to write the post about today.


25
Dec 22

Merry Christmas

Peace.

Joy.

Happiness.


23
Dec 22

Brick Christmas

Today we’re in New Jersey. Us and the cold — and I know no one shivering wants to read about that. We’ve been lucky with the weather all the way around. Oh, it’s cold, but it’s as cold or colder everywhere else. And we’ve only seen flurries. And where we are, in New Jersey, everyone has power.

Christmas in New Jersey is with my lovely bride’s god parents. My god parents-in-law, if you will. There were only 10 of us there today, where there are usually 15. But the day, which is always great fun, goes like this.

You go inside and up the stairs, hugs and handshakes, and then you look for the pickle. The Christmas pickle is a lesser known tradition. Seems to stem from some Germanic origin, or late 19th century marketing. (And if I had a nickel for every time something without a clear provenance was possibly attributed to those two things … )

This tree has two pickles on it, and if you find them, you are due a year of good fortune. Everyone always finds both pickles. That’s family for you.

I also spend a few minutes studying all of the other ornaments. The godparents-in-law have an interesting collection.

There are hor’dourves. After your first experience with this particular party’s habits, you know precisely where to sit. And, of course, they changed up which end of the table would have the shrimp. I was out of position. There are presents, one person at a time, youngest to oldest. I’m sixth of the 10 present today, so I’m above the mean and the median. Yikes.

(When all 15 people are here, I sit 10th.)

Later there’s a lasagna dinner, which is one of the highlights of the Christmas season. My godfather-in-law is a third generation Italian immigrant, and he knows what he’s doing. And we all love him for it. My mother-in-law always brings the Christmas Crackers, a thing which I’d never known about until my first Brick Christmas in the oughts. This year’s Crackers had some bad puns and good trivia. We all took turn reading those.

After dessert one of the kids suggested the board game Blank Slate. Never heard of it. Had a blast. Everyone did, old and young.

And that’s Brick Christmas, it’s always great fun for everyone.

We’re staying in New Jersey tonight. Pull out bed in the downstairs den. I fear that my back will never be the same.


22
Dec 22

On our first full day in Pennsylvania we went to … Delaware

Delaware is a fine state, and it’s just across the border. Indeed, the last time I was in this part of Pennsylvania we jogged across the state line. That was just to be able to say I’d done it. (One of several state lines I’ve ran or rode a bike across.) But today, we did it for a more sensible reason: to save on sales tax.

So, yes, a few more Christmas presents, then. And then some stocking stuffers. Someone who occasionally reads this site was on today’s list, so I’ll say no more.

Also … if you’re the sort who can’t wait to spell out on social media the Christmas presents you got for anyone older than 10, don’t do that.

With that done, we sought out lunch. We settled on the same place we had dinner last night. California Tortilla, a fast casual Mexican-adjacent style restaurant. (We ordered different things today, of course.) Have you been to a Moe’s or a Qdoba or Chipotle? You’ve had a lesser, but similar version of this place. On a wall where you order there’s an enlarged photo advertising their catering. (They do weddings!) The photo has a bride holding the familiar overstuffed burrito. She’s about to bite into the center of it. Her adoring new husband looks on and we’re left to wonder if she really bit it, right there, in her dress, or that was just a careful pose.

If you eat a burrito like an ear of corn salsa is going everywhere.

On the opposite wall is this sign.

And below it … this seems unsanitary, somehow.

How many of those bottles, do you suppose, should be refrigerated? To say nothing of the many hands making germy work.

We were discussing the ranking of these sorts of restaurants, and I only share this in case you are confronted with unknown opportunities, and to point out that The Yankee is mistaken. The official order of this genre goes like this.

5. Moe’s
4. Qdoba
3. Chipotle
2. Cal Tort
1. Willy’s

She thinks California Tortilla is in the top spot, but she was hungry when she said that, so it could be a blood sugar thing.

The Yankee’s god-sister and god-husband-in-law took us to White Dog Cafe — five locations in the greater Philadelphia area — for dinner. I had the farmer’s pie.

It’s a shepherd’s pie, but with better mashed potatoes, proper zesty mushrooms and some serious carrots. I’d get that again. Later, more cards with the kids. Because, sure, I can get beaten up around a kitchen table two nights in a row.

Tomorrow, more Christmas, but somewhere else!