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I Was A Homeless Person

…for three days in 1990!

Today (September 28th, 2016) is the 26th anniversary of my official residency as a Floridian.  Three days before, on September 25th, 1990, I gave up my citizenship as a legal resident of the State of New York, as I signed on the dotted line to sell my house.

It was a big, new adventure; one which held an unknown future for my then husband, Dan, myself and his Mom.  That’s what I called it, as we drove into Delaware on US I-95.  “A new adventure,” I announced to Mom.  I felt excited and positive.  Little did I know, as we settled into our first motel stay and I got my first mosquito bites which were of major proportions, what was in store for our future.

We were a caravan of two cars and were “attached” by a CB system that Dan rigged up.  It was very basic, but served the purpose in notifying when we intended to stop at a service area.  Dan led the way in his car.

I followed, with Mom in my back seat.  She was 86, full of trepidation; full of trepidation, because we couldn’t leave her in Long Beach.  She had no one there on whom she could depend if she needed help.  Friends had moved away to be near their kids, or died.  Nothing was left there for her.  She really didn’t want to leave, but there was no other choice.

Mom was very comfortable what with pillows and blanket to insure her comfort. She was of small stature and she fit right in on the bench seat of my 1986 Ford Granada – turbo engine, of course.  Ha ha.

We were making very good time.  I had arranged for motel stops and the next one was located in Georgia.  When we got there, it was only  3:00pm, and we decided that it was too early and had the manager call ahead to another one in St. Augustine, Florida.

We lost all the time we made before that motel stop in Georgia.  We got caught up in the Jacksonville rush hour traffic.  What a bummer!

Mom was very tired after the two days’ travel, so she just wanted to rest when we arrived in St. Augustine.  We decided that we would bring her back some food, which we did after enjoying our supper in a casual restaurant.

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We had visited that city previously, some years before, and found ourselves wandering about, and visited some of our favorite places.  It is such a quaint, old city, and it was a pleasure to stretch our legs and feet over cobble stones!

After an exhausted sleep in St. Augustine, and after five more hours of driving, we finally arrived at our first destination at Forest Trace in Broward county.  It had opened only a year before; it was beautiful (we had visited it a couple of months earlier).  Mom was settled in at her apartment:  she was warmly welcomed by the staff, and made to feel at ease.  Her rented furniture was in place, so she was able to rest after the long trip.

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At the same time we had made arrangements for Mom’s apartment, we made arrangements for an apartment in a nearby apartment complex for ourselves.  Our rented furniture had been delivered in our apartment, overseen by the complex office manager.

All our furniture and Mom’s were sold in New York.  This was really a new start for us all!

It was an odd feeling I had, knowing I didn’t have a place where I could call “home.”  I had a destination, but those three days had me feeling “displaced.”  And, in another way, it was a free feeling because during those days, I had no responsibilities.  No tethers.  It was peculiar, but, yes, exciting.

Everything went smoothly.  That was a good feeling.  The next day, we went to the court house, and signed a “Declaration of Domicile.”  We were no longer HOMELESS!

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Some Things Have Changed in Mykonos, Greece

Many years ago, my husband Bob and I did lots of traveling, and one of my favorite places was Mykonos, Greece.  We “did” the Greek Isles boat trip over several days’ time, and Mykonos, was by far, my favorite of them all.  I’m sure most everyone who goes there will feel the same way; in fact, I’ve spoken to some inveterate travelers, and that was their thinking, as well.

On my Twitter account, I came across the photo below, and, although it wasn’t typical of the plain white-washed stone homes with the bright blue roofs and blue doors at the time we were there, it totally caught my eye.

 

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“I Think That I Shall Never See A Poem Lovely As A Tree. . .”

This is the station where I would get off the train to go to the museum.

This is the station where I would get off the train to go to the museum.

When I was a young girl,  growing up in Brooklyn NY, I rode the Utica Avenue trolley car (and later, on the bus when trolleys no longer ran) up to Eastern Parkway.  That’s where I went down into the subway station where the IRT (Interboro Rapid Transit) line ran.  I took it to the Brooklyn Museum, where, every Saturday morning, I took art lessons.

I remember the art teacher always urged the class to “feel” the subjects we were observing, and just let the lines flow.

One time, we were in the rotunda, overlooking a round stage below us.  Dancers were performing; they wore flowing skirts and their movements were very fluid.  We were experimenting with “conte” crayon.  A light brown square crayon that looked almost like charcoal or pastels, but was more dense (not as fragile) and was a little oily.  That’s how I remember it.  And it was easy to use – it “flowed” on the heavyweight art pages.

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Another time, in the Spring, when the weather was balmy and sunny, the class was taken to the Brooklyn Botanic Gardens – next door to the museum.  We were introduced to the Japanese Gardens.  And I was introduced to my favorite of all places.  It was so peaceful, and I breathed it all in.  The beauty!  A new world appeared before me.  Bushes, bridges over water, still ponds, lily pads, colors.

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It was difficult to take it all in.  In my young age, I had not experienced anything like that on which my eyes feasted.  And the best of all:  the trees.

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After I no longer went to the museum for art classes, I still would take the IRT to the Eastern Parkway station and, with my pastels and art pad, I would meander through the gardens and put colors to paper and draw my heart out!

 

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An Artist’s Triumphant Escape

Norwegian Escape Hull Design

South Floridian Guy Harvey Chosen for Norwegian’s Escape Hull Design

If you’ve been reading my blogs, you kind of got the idea that I love living in South Florida.  I consider myself an active member of the “South Florida is the best place to live” action committee.

I am also an admirer of artwork by (what I consider) talented people.  When I saw an article in today’s newspaper, I felt compelled to make it the topic for today’s blog.  The title of the article is, “New Norwegian Ship to get Guy Harvey Hull Art.”

Guy is a marine artist and conservationist.  So, Norwegian Cruise Line decided to use Harvey’s talent to design its signature hull artwork for its largest ship, the “Escape,” which is scheduled to launch in October 2015.  His design was unveiled during a recent media event at the Cruise Shipping conference in Miami.

Even though I have never met Guy Harvey, I feel very proud that a local artist in South Florida, has been chosen.  Guy is not “just an artist.”  He is an unique blend of artist, scientist, diver, angler, conservationist and explorer, fiercely devoted to his family and his love of the sea.  His childhood passion for the ocean and its living creatures not only inspired him to draw, but fueled a burning interest that prompted a formal education in marine science.  He graduated with honors in Marine Biology from Aberdeen University in Scotland and returned home to resume his education, earning his PhD.  He gave up a budding career as a marine biologist, and became a highly acclaimed artist and ardent conservationist.  In addition, he is a talented cinematographer.

Guy Harvey at work in his outdoor studio.

Guy Harvey at work in his outdoor studio.

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One of many of Guy Harvey’s denizens of the deep works of art.

Guy Harvey’s world showroom is located in Davie, Florida, near Nova University.  Posters, prints, furniture, jewelry, apparel, gift items and more are available.  His signature is easily recognized, worldwide.

Guy Harvey's logo.

Guy Harvey’s logo.

Congratulations, Guy Harvey, for so well representing my home, South Florida!

All photos taken from guyharvey dot com


Ocean Researcher and Cinematographer

Guy Harvey is a unique blend of artist, scientist, diver, angler, conservationist and explorer, fiercely devoted to his family and his love of the sea. His childhood passion for the ocean and its living creatures not only inspired him to draw, but fueled a burning interest that prompted a formal education in marine science. Having graduated with honors in Marine Biology from Aberdeen University in Scotland in 1977, Guy returned home to Jamaica to resume his education, earning his Ph.D. from the University of the West Indies in 1984. Though he gave up a budding career as a marine biologist for that of a highly acclaimed artist, Guy has continued his relentless pursuit to unravel the mysteries of the sea, traveling the world to better understand the habits and habitats of the marine wildlife he paints.

– See more at: http://www.guyharvey.com/about-guy-harvey-ie/#sthash.zG8q09E9.dpuf