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Rest In Peace R.P.G.   Leave a comment

Born December 16, 1930–Died May 16, 2017


Without a doubt his greatest accomplishments included 63 years of marriage to his wife Carol and, with her help, raising David, Susan and Mitchell to be successful and have their own families.

He will be missed.

Posted May 21, 2017 by greatmartin in LIFE, LIFE EVENTS

April (Springtime) 2017 Fort Lauderdale   Leave a comment

If a picture is worth a thousand words here are thousands!!

Posted April 30, 2017 by greatmartin in LIFE, LIFE EVENTS, Uncategorized

THIS SAYS IT ALL   Leave a comment

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Posted March 1, 2017 by greatmartin in LIFE, LIFE EVENTS, Uncategorized

SIGNS OF THE HOLIDAY   Leave a comment

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1st Picture My Christmas tree/Hanukkah bush–bought this Norfolk Pine 3 years ago when it was about 2 inches tall

2-12 have made 5 separate plants from the mother plant–these are pictures from bud to bloom the first 3 weeks of December—They haven’t failed blooming the past years plus always the week on my birthday whether there is a February 29th or not!

13-15 The children’s chorus, the Christmas bush and lights at the Broward Performing Arts center

16-18 From my dining room lights seeing the boat lights

19 Always Christmas to me–in 1988 working at the Holiday Inn in Fort Lauderdale

 

 

 

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2NafDuZ1ukI

Posted December 24, 2016 by greatmartin in HOLIDAYS, LIFE EVENTS, Uncategorized

A JEW LOOKS AT CHRISTMAS PART 2   Leave a comment

 The last time I was in New York City was in September 1985 and the last time I lived in New York City was 1969. I don’t see myself ever going back but there are certain times, certain memories I have of life in the city that will never go away and they all revolve around Christmas time, the week before, the day of and the week after. No where in any city of the world is there the combination of magic in New York City especially if there are snow flurries or, maybe, an inch of snow blanketing the city and turning the lights into diamonds in the evening.


   

I still feel the cold nipping at my ears, my nose being red and my being on my butt more than on my feet, not to mention my mittens NOT keeping my hands warm but the wonder of ice skating in the Rockefeller Center, in the middle of Manhattan, under the glow and warmth of one of the tallest decorated Christmas (not holiday!!) trees standing in the shadow of one of New York’s most impressive buildings not to forget on the opposite side rows and rows of uncountable poinsettia plants. You are surrounded by people looking down at you from atop the perimeter of the rink plus all the people eating anddrinkinginside the restaurant that the rink is in the middle of and which you can’t wait to get a table, have a hot chocolate and look at the skaters falling on their butts and/or those gracefully doing spin after spin and all enjoying themselves as much as you did.

       

There is the afternoon you wait on line with thousands of other people to get into the cavernous and awe inspiring Radio City Music Hall where you not only saw a movie like Doris Day in “I’ll See You In My Dreams” but an even more awe inspiring stage show where there is the Christmas pageant featuring live camels, the Wise Men, a live reenactment of the Nativity that doesn’t fail to affect people of all religions or none at all. That is then followed by the amazing Rockettes who go from being wooden play soldiers to rocking to Jingle Bells and, of course, a visit from Santa Claus.

        

 

There is so much to do so what do you do next? Maybe buy a bag of roasted chestnuts and walk along Fifth Avenue looking in the store windows all decorated with to die for fashions and jewels? Oh, I know, I remember, walk down to Herald Square (I was able to walk in those days) where Macy’s and Bloomingdale’s try to outdo each other with season decorations and you relive “The Miracle on 34th Street” or wait, wouldn’t it be better to walk along Lexington and Madison avenues where you can buy flowers from outside stalls and look at the Christmas trees for sale while the cold goes through you and you stop for another hot chocolate? Hey we can go totheNew Hampshire bar on 57th Street and watch a ‘Northeasterner’ recreated behind the bar and stop by Carnegie Hall and see what/who is playing.


It’s early evening and it is still light enough to walk in Central Park where the snow covers the din of the city and makes everything feel pure, soft and, yes, Christmas like. It’s magic time in a city that at times can be cruel, unfeeling and devoid of magic but for two weeks in late December it is as if Tinkerbell cast her spell and fairy dust over the city and its people. It is two weeks that EVERYONE should experience at least once in their lifetime and I was lucky to experience it many times as I reached adult hood.

Don’t even get me started about experiencing falling in love for the first time during Christmas in New York—oh, get me started–let’s talk about going to the Plaza for a drink, having dinner in the middle of Central Park, taking a carriage ride–let’s talk about it in Part 3.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hwacxSnc4tI

Posted December 21, 2016 by greatmartin in HOLIDAYS, LIFE, LIFE EVENTS, Uncategorized

A JEW LOOKS AT CHRISTMAS PART 1   Leave a comment

 


I very seldom repeat past posts but I get so tired at this time of the year regarding “Merry Christmas”, “Happy Holidays”, “Happy Hanukkah” and “Happy Kwanzaa”–I personally don’t care what you say as long as this time of the year means something to you for whatever reason. This is a 3 part series that I wrote for a paper years ago–hope you enjoy reading it again or reading it for the first time!

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I LOVE Christmas and have since the days stores didn’t decorate for the holiday until Thanksgiving weekend when Santa appeared magically all over town and the Salvation Army went out in force and didn’t take credit cards and the men stood by their big, black kettles ringing bells. It was back in the days when there were Christmas, not holiday, trees and people gleefully yelled “Merry Christmas”, not “Happy Holidays”.

I remember 73 years ago sneaking out to my front yard where we had a tall, huge fir tree and decorating it with balls and silver strips and my mother lamenting, & quote; “What will the neighbors think?” and I didn’t care. We lived on Bogart Avenue, between Lydig and Pelham Parkway, the dividing line between the Sharks and the Jets–for those who don’t get the reference it separated the Jews from the Italians and our block was made up of both.

 

I didn’t think of it as a religious holiday but as a time for peace towards all men. Way back then–in the ice age–you didn’t hear songs like “Jingle Bells”  until Thanksgiving weekend, certainly not in October as a theme song for a cruise line. The celebration of the Christmas feeling started when you heard Nat King Cole sing, “Chestnuts roasting on an open fire…” from The Christmas Song or Judy Garland’s sweet, sad voice sang “Have Yourself a Very Merry Christmas” and, of course, wherever you went you heard Der Bingle (Bing Crosby) sing “White Christmas”.

 

Christmas wasn’t a religious time for a Jewish boy in New York but a time of cold weather, snow flurries, people running here to there with a smile on their face and everyone carrying wrapped packages with bows and ribbons. Of course I had an unfair advantage over my Italian friends because I, also, got to celebrate Hanukkah where children were given geldt (money) and went to the houses (apartments) of their grandparents who had immigrated from Russia and England and were surrounded by very large families and ate and ate and ate, because that is what Jews did on holidays, though I was to learn so did Greeks, Italians, Filipinos, Germans, etc.

Again, it wasn’t the religion of the holiday that attracted me to attend Christmas midnight mass at St. Patrick’s cathedral but the pageantry, the voices of the choir ringing out and the sound of the Latin language, again this was many years ago, echoing through the cathedral. I must confess–hey, it’s a Catholic church–that years later, in the 60s, Ronnie, Joe and I use to go for ‘camp’ reasons–to see Cardinal Spellman all dressed up in his finery, his red robes looking like a gown and, we thought, in all probability, hiding his red, ruby slippers.

None of this is meant, or said, in disrespect of the Christmas holiday and its true meaning but looking at an aspect of it that was open to all children who had imagination and loved to see their world almost become magical for 4 weeks–not like now where by the time the holiday comes around you are ready to scream if you hear one more Christmas song because you have been hearing them since August when you started getting the catalogs and the stores were decorated with wreaths and holly even before Halloween.

NEXT, PART 2, A MAGICAL TIME/PLACE NEVER TO BE FORGOTTEN AND SHOULD BE EXPERIENCED BY EVERYONE AT LEAST ONCE–A MERRY, MERRY CHRISTMAS!

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“With our thoughts we make the world.”

Buddha  563-483 BC Indian Religious Teacher

 

 

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PrmLpvmVOtM

Posted December 19, 2016 by greatmartin in FRIENDS, HOLIDAYS, LIFE EVENTS, Uncategorized

BEING THANKFUL   Leave a comment

We all have many things to be thankful for but every Thanksgiving (and many times over the year) I am most grateful for people who have added to my life and are no more with me physically–I know they are my Guardian Angels looking over my shoulder every day of the year–though YOU may not know them they are a part of my family.

In the 1980s I lost 76 friends to AIDS and as I get older I lose more and more. Living at Gateway, a senior citizen community where the average age is in the 70s, I lose friends every year.

The one lady I miss the most of all every day, is the lady who taught me how to give and how to receive unconditional love, is Flo who always there to defend me, slap me on the head or butt when I needed it, told everyone how great I was, who could curse like a sailor and get away with it and yet couldn’t hear a sob story without doing something for that person or persons. It has been 35 years since she died but I still hear her voice.

And the latest, and I hope the last this year, was Charlie Cinnamon, who with Charlotte, made it possible for me to go to the theatre the past 5 years. I miss you friend. 

Posted November 23, 2016 by greatmartin in LIFE, LIFE EVENTS, Uncategorized

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