Stacy Horn

Ohmygod. Every once in a while the readers of this blog send me very nice things in the mail, Citizen Reader sent me a great big box of homemade Christmas cookies and other treats last December! So Nora was visiting here from Canada and we were supposed to meet for lunch, and she CANCELS on me (she was sick) and a few days later—PRESENTS!!

She made three pairs of earrings for me!! I love them all!! Here is the pair I put on first. The stone is labradorite she says, and this is my new favorite stone. It’s a different color at every angle, very sparkly, and it looks like there’s stardust inside. I’ll photograph the others when I’m cleaned up. (I literally rolled out of bed and took this.)

I need to shoot a close-up of these so you can really see the stone. THANK YOU, NORA!!

Do I really want to turn around to see what he’s looking at?? (It was invisible, whatever it was.) I need a good, escapist, curl up on the couch book. That’s what I feel like doing at the moment.

Or tv shoot! Who knows. I didn’t write it down and I’ve already forgotten what was shooting here. I just took a picture of this trailer parked on Bleecker Street because it was one of the biggest and fanciest I’ve ever seen.

When I was in my twenties and I passed by movie sets I’d fantasize that someone would come running over and say something like, “Please stop! You have just the look we need! Would you please be in our movie?” And so I’d be discovered.

Today is the 100th anniversary of the Triangle Shirtwaist fire. I just got back from the ceremonies, but they’ll be continuing all day. I got choked up at one point. I know lots of other people have died in equally and more horrible ways, but this disaster always sadly resonated with me. Those girls fought so hard to have a union, telling everyone that the conditions where dangerous. I remember reading how some people threw things at them when they picketed the year before, and spat on them. They tried to live, but not enough people would listen.

The kids here holding up signs with the names and ages of the people who died look like they’re the same age as those girls who died 100 years ago.

Union members holding up signs.

The building where the 146 garment workers died. The arrow is pointing to the floor where most of the people were killed. Those are the windows they jumped from. In the foreground someone is holding up a shirt. There were a lot of those, with the victims names on them.

A closer look. The banners indicate where the factory was and where the girls jumped.

A shot of the crowd. I didn’t get anywhere near the stage with the speakers, but that’s okay. I didn’t particularly want to.

I haven’t taken a vacation in DECADES. One where I really don’t work at all and just do fun stuff for a week at least.

Meanwhile, I need to find out what it was like to work in a coal mine in the early 1900’s. So, basically, I’m looking for a book titled: What is Was Like to Work in a Coal Mine in the Early 1900’s. I’m sure the cliff notes version has three words. It was hard.

I don’t have any new pictures, so here is one more of the sweetest dog in New York. You can see her face a little better in this one.