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ByVivianno one here but us chickens On the road to Crowe’s Landing ,Stoney Lake ,there is a farm wth an arresting sign: a life size soft sculpture of an old man holding a board that reads,”EGGS”. If you are lucky he isn’t holding the sign that says ‘Eggs sold out”. eggs I stopped as usual…
Another Sensational Recital by Joel Garten
ByVivianJoel in concert Joel’s recital was a huge success. As each concert is improv and an aural experience not to be repeated each member of the audience was swept away into the creativity of the emotionally moving music . We were all aware we were on a musical journey,a unique listening experience. Videographer Dan Goodbaum, thanked Joel “for putting me in…
In my garden:The corn is definately higher than an elephant’s eye
ByVivianThe front yard and boulevard have become a destination garden for many. Among the streams of admirer’s yesterday an elderly couple remarked, “Your corn is higher than an elephant’s eye.” Behold the scientific study in my garden.
The Tempest at The American Theatre Wing
ByVivianAs a child I studied acting at the American Theatre Wing on the upper west side of Manhattan, an organization best known for creating and awarding “The Tony’s”. At the audition to get into the school I remember a kind but imposing woman watching me as I recited poetry and moved to the words.That woman was Helen…
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Horseradish, of Plague and Pleasure
ByVivianHorseradish leaves in my garden in the Fall The first thing we harvest from our garden in the Spring is horseradish for our traditional Passover plate. We dig up the root ,wash and peel it and then don snorkeling gear to grate it. I usually accomplish this with a blender, adding vinegar as needed. Should you become cavalierly…
“It’s a Long Long Time From May to December”
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