Showing posts with label Oliver Brown. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Oliver Brown. Show all posts

Thursday, May 27, 2010

THE COMOLLO FAMILY WITH FUR CHILDREN


Diane Comollo is another cousin of my partner, Jim Jaillet. This East Coast trip is all about family reunion and everything that interests us on the way. We're all of French Canadian descent and it was fun to watch Diane talk "with her hands" as my family was wont to do. We got teased about it as kids.
We sat and visited all day in her cool kitchen as the local temperature rose to 99*, a record for this time of year around Hebron, Connecticut.

 Its important to have the family photo to record the time and changes between visits. Diane has a terrific memory and recounted many childhood encounters, family moves and stories that trigger the fun of times past. Bob barbecued steaks for dinner, (chicken for us) making sure we wouldn't be left unfed. The French like the Italians exhort you to eat, eat, you must eat. Diane buys everything she can organically grown so we found we had much in common.
 A strong thunderstorm during the night left everything sweet and clean. Bob walks the fur children every day. Rescue dogs, he named Oliver after Oliver Twist because this dog had a rough start, hungry, begging, neglected. While Montgomery wants to be alpha dog, and acts like a little general. So, Montgomery it was. I got a kick out of his naming process. Pets add so much joy to their lives.

 On the walk we saw this lunch box hanging in a tree. I've seen shoes, jar lids, birdhouses, sculptures, cans, just about anything you can think of hanging in trees. This was a my first lunch box. 

Tuesday, January 20, 2009

JANUARY 20TH, 2ND BLOG-POLITICAL PHILOSOPHY

POLITICS
I meant to do one blog today, as per usual. However, in Brownie's Restaurant, I spied this political treatise by an 18th century philosopher by the name of Andrew Oliver of Boston. Thought I'd repeat it for you on this auspicious day.
Politics is the most hazardous of all professions. There is no other in which a man (or woman) can hope to do so much good to his fellow creatures..and neither is there any in which, by mere loss of nerve, he may do widespread harm.
There is not another in which he may so easily lose his own soul nor is there another in which a positive and strict veracity is so difficult. But, danger is the inseparable companion of honor. With all its temptations and degradations that beset it, politics is still the noblest career any man (or woman) can choose.

The (or woman) was added by me.
I'll be back on Thursday