Snow Day

  It’s a little early for snow in my area, but yesterday, we got about 2-3 inches.   The forecast had called for rain mixed with some snow, but until Friday night, I don’t remember hearing any talk of accumulation.   Sometime around 9:30-10 am, I started to notice some snowflakes falling in what had started as rain. Soon, it looked like mostly snow, and I figured I had better get out and do my shopping at that time, so I quickly took off and got what we needed.    The snow was just starting to cover the ground when I got back home.

  Once I got inside, I noticed the roads were getting messy, and I wondered if this would turn out to be a surprise snowstorm that caught everyone unaware.  Not long after that, I was getting reports of downed wires and spinouts on the roadways.  The fire siren went off a few times, and every so often I would hear emergency vehicles passing by.  Apparently people weren’t expecting the snow to come until later in the day, and it was now causing a mess.   But since today is supposed to be sunny all day, I think most of it will melt off.  By midweek, we should be back to more seasonable temperatures in the 60’s.

  I remember once back when I was I middle school when we got a few inches of snow in early October.  But between then and now, I don’t remember any real snowy days before November.   It’s usually late December or January before we get any major snowstorms.  Where we live at is just close enough to the ocean to get somewhat milder winters than the rest of the state.  We get plenty of cold weather, but precipitation usually comes with a warm front, so the temperature often warms to around 40 degrees, and it often arrives as rain.

  I guess I’ll take living here over some areas.  Montana and the Upper Peninsula of Michigan are two places I’d like to visit sometime, but only during the summer, or in early fall.  My brothers once encountered snow in June as they crossed the Montana Rockies during a cross-country trip.  That’s unheard of here.  The furthest west I’ve ever been was Indianapolis, and that was on a Labor Day weekend about 9 years ago.  I have taken trips to Pittsburgh and Cincinnati, but both of those journeys were during the summer, as well.  I’ve never been beyond the East Coast during the winter.  I like snow sometimes.  Snow can make anything look nice, and I don’t mind seeing it in October once in a while.  But I don’t want to live in a place where I can’t see the ground between November and April.

Some Fall Pictures from Playwicki Farm

   

 I finally remembered my camera when I went out, and got some fall pictures at Playwicki Farm near my home.  There is something I look forward to as September approaches, and somewhere in late August or early September, we get our first blast of cool air.  Then, as September rolls on into October, I watch as the leaves change and always hope I’ll get a chance to take some pictures once the peak comes.  On Tuesday I was able to take advantage of the opportunity.

  I also noticed that Playwicki Farm has its own scarecrow display somewhat like Peddler’s Village, although I didn’t take any pictures of it.  They seem to just be stuffed leaf figures, and not as elaborate as the contest at Peddler’s Village, and I don’t know if it is an actual contest.   I didn’t notice any awards or indications that it was a competition.   Peddler’s Village, of course, is a popular tourist spot, and is well known along the east coast.  People from all over place entries in the scarecrow contest, and go all out with their designs, modeling them after famous people or characters.  Maybe Playwicki’s display was just designed by park patrons or schoolchildren.  I’ll try to remember to check again soon to see if it is.

My Memories of September 11, a Little Late for the 10th Anniversary

The flag hanging from our porch

  Everyone who remembers September 11, 2001 can recall exactly where they were when they heard the news.  I’m a little late on this, but I’ll share some of my memories of that day.  I was fairly new at my job, having been there about four months.  It was a little humid, but it looked like it was going to be a nice pleasant day as I drove along I-95 to my workplace in Princeton, NJ.  Everything was going as normal for the first few hours, but I started to notice something as I saw all the supervisors and managers talking with each other with concerned looks on their faces.  It wasn’t long before I found out what it was about, as I walked by a woman who had a radio at her desk.  I thought I heard the radio announcer saying something about a plane crashing into one of the World Trade Center towers, and I knew something had happened  I also heard a woman saying that the Capitol Mall was on fire.  I finally put it all together when I asked my friend Bernard, who worked next to me, and he confirmed that two hijacked planes had crashed into the World Trade Center towers, making it obvious there had been a terrorist attack like none other before or, so far, since.  

  A while later, an all staff meeting was called in the main auditorium/conference rooms, the chairs were arranged with two monitors set up showing live footage from ground zero.  By that time, both towers had collapsed.  I then found out it was the Pentagon, not the Capitol Mall that was on fire, although the Capitol Building was later revealed as an intended target.  I forget exactly when and how I heard about flight 93 crashing in western Pennsylvania.  We were addressed by the CEO, a good man who had friends working in the World Trade Center.   After addressing the situation, he closed up shop for the day, and I was soon on my way home.  I had no idea what might happen next.  I had a feeling that theterrorists might not be finished yet, and since there are several nuclear power plants within 200 miles of me, my concern was that they might be the next target.

    Back home, I spent the rest of the day watching the news, on television and online.  I walked out onto the golf course near my home that night, and since all planes had been grounded, the sky was unusually silent.  Since I live in a metropolitan area, near several airports and military bases, the sky was normally full of lights from low flying planes, but not that night.  All aircraft had been grounded, and the highways of the air were closed.

  Although business would soon return to normal, there were some things that would not be the same again.  If nothing else, we now had a reason to always be looking over our shoulders.  Something like this didn’t seem unthinkable to me, but just so highly unlikely that I didn’t think it was much to worry about.  It did happen, however.  And it did provide some inspiration and patriotism.  In the aftermath, outgoing New York mayor Rudy Giuliani was transformed from tabloid fodder to a national hero.  The NYPD and FDNY, to whom risking life and limb was their livelihood, would get hero status as well.  It became fashionable to display American flags, although it was apparent many people weren’t familiar with flag etiquette.  The words “God Bless America” began showing up on signs everywhere.  Perhaps a spirit of patriotism could help today.  It won’t make the economy better by itself, of course, but it may inspire something positive that can make a difference.  

Historic Fallsington Day

Travis loves heavy machinery

The give and take jugglers

  Last Saturday, I visited nearby Fallsington for their annual Historic Fallsington Day.  Since my sister-in-law grew up across the main road from the village, she goes there every year.  Beside that, it offers her yet another chance to catch up with her many friends.  I’m a fan of small towns, and these kinds of main street block parties, so I came along.  As with most block parties like this, the streets were lined mainly with concession stands and arts and crafts vendors.  There were plenty of hot dog stands, since hot dogs are easy to make and a good way to raise money at events like this. The center stage was at a large x-shaped intersection known as Meetinghouse Square, which was probably the center of the village back in colonial times, when it actually was a small village surrounded by farmland. 

  These kinds of events are naturally family-oriented, so there was plenty of family entertainment.  Several entertainers were on the program, but we were just there long enough to see a set by the Give and Take Jugglers, and a children’s folksinger whose name I forgot.  When we parked in the grass at the elementary school, we pulled up next to a young woman in unusual looking tight clothes who was freaked out by a spider she saw in her car. The insect had disappeared, but remained somewhere inside the car and now she couldn’t find it.  I saw her a little while later. It turned out she was a gymnast and trapeze artist who performed with the jugglers.  I didn’t get a picture of her performing, because I didn’t have the camera on hand at the time.  But I did get about half of her on the edge of one of my photos, while she was off to the side.

  We headed back home after about two hours.  The program lasted until about 3 or 4 in the afternoon, and there were several more shows to go at the main stage.  My sister-in-law didn’t get to meet all her friends, but since we had the baby, we were on his schedule, and had to get him home for a nap.  We were soon on our way, and that was it for this year.