Miniature George Eastman House via rochestersubway.com
This is my current desktop background. Whoever made this (someone at the design-savvy Rochester Subway site, I think) gets two thumbs up. It makes me grin and think of the “Nathan Lyons Entering the Eastman House after 15 years” photograph from two VSW auctions ago… everytime I see it. It also makes me pre-miss Rochester. Is that a thing?
Growing up at rural route no. 5 in Campbellford meant that instead of cable, we picked up our tv programming through an antenna on the roof and one of those little NSEW remotes beside the television. We only got a handful of channels, so watched whatever came in the best. (If you have never known anything besides cable, this is probably lost on you.)
Golden Girls was on at 7:30pm, after Empty Nest (which we HATED), and before the Cosby Show (which we loved). So we watched the hell out of it. I have probably seen the entire 7 or 8 seasons, and Dorothy, Rose, Blanche and Sophia probably had more influence on me than I would ever want to admit in real life. But this is just the internet, so embarrassing admissions away. At some point, each one of them was my favourite. Except for trashy Blanche. Sophia reminded me of my Nana. Rose reminded me of my grandma. Dorothy reminded me of two of the toughest ladies I have ever known.
I have three sisters, so that may also explain why those cheesecake-eatin Miami birds appealed so much to us.
Title Credit: Andrew Gold (performed by Cynthia Fee), Thank You For Being a Friend
January 9th would have been my grandmother’s 79th birthday. Being born in the same month gave the two of us one of those unspoken bonds and I miss her like crazy. Just found this photo on a recently processed roll of film from Christmas ‘08. I reserve the right to be all sadbastardly on Mondays. Never could quite get the hang of Mondays.