Thursday, December 25, 2014

Tuesday, December 23, 2014

Monday, December 22, 2014

Rachel Lefebure Stewart In Scotland 2006. Hiking The Speyside Way.

Rachel Stewart in Scotland in 2006 Relaxing on the Speyside Way.
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Happier days. Happier times.

Thursday, December 18, 2014

Saturday, December 13, 2014

Tuba Skinny - Lovesick Blues - Rapperswil 30 juni 2013

Here they are in daylight last year. For some reason I always feel they sound and play better when they are out of doors and not in a club like the one below this one. But that is just me.

Tuba Skinny - Lovesick Blues DBA New Orleans 12-12-2014

Here they are in the dark last night at DBA in New Orleans. I like Erika's singing better in the video above this one. But that is just my ears.

Thursday, December 11, 2014

The Dying Gaul At The National Gallery Of Art Washington D.C. Photos By Rachel Stewart

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One year ago this Sunday Rachel and I went down to see the Dying Gaul at The National Gallery Of Art. These are her photos. Excellent as always.

In Feb.2014 when she was in the Virginia Hospital Center she struck this same pose in her room on her hospital bed and said, "This is my Dying Gaul pose".

 That was Rachel's idea of humor but at the same time seriousness. It was before her fatal diagnosis and little did she know how true it was going to be.

My Flickr Photos

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Wednesday, December 10, 2014

Rachel Stewart And Jarbo Rolph And His Wife And Ed Kelly At The Opening Of The Walker Art Gallery At The American University 1961

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These pictures are of Rachel Lefebure when she was 20 or 21 years old. I found this picture in a 1962 TALON Yearbook. That was the Yearbook for American University in Washington, D.C.
Rachel is shown wearing clothes she borrowed from her mother Josephine Lefebure. Rachel is the one on the left wearing the long white coat. On the far right is her boyfriend at that time Ed Kelly. He was an artist and now deceased. Rachel's parents were not happy about their relationship since they thought he was too old for her. He was probably already in his thirties.
They soon parted when she realized he was not the marrying kind. He remained a single artist. I met him once or twice. He was from Chicago but lived in D.C. For several decades he lived in an apartment above the One Step Down Bar and Lounge on Pa. Avenue. It was a bar that featured live jazz.
The couple in the middle of the photo is Jarbo Rolph and his wife. Jarbo was an artist and sculptor. He is now deceased also.
Rachel seems detached from them in this photo.
She was in her Audrey Hepburn lookalike period I guess.

I found this yearbook behind a thrift shop. The thrift shop was three doors down from our house.  The 1962 Yearbook had been thrown out into a dumpster in an alley behind the thrift shop. I did not know Rachel was in it. I like old yearbooks. I like looking at the clothes we wore back then.

I brought it home and began to look at it. She was sitting beside me reading. I turned to the third or fourth page and saw this photograph. She looks just like our daughter Lorelei looked when she was 20 years old.
I said to Rachel, Rachel I think this is a picture of you. She said, It can't be. I said, Well I think it is.. She looked at it and agreed it was her.
She did not go to American University. She went to Catholic University. They were only there for the opening of The Walker Art Gallery.
My brother thought this was an amazing find. Not a co incidence as I would say but synchronicity as he would say.

Thursday, December 4, 2014

New Orleans Streetcar Ride On The St. Charles Line Part 1

Going Back To The Big Easy(New Orleans) After 40 years And Riding The Saint Charles Streetcar To The End of the Line And Back

In 2004 one year before Hurricane Katrina hit New Orleans Rachel and I went back for a visit to the town where we lived in 1965 and 1966.
We decided to ride the St. Charles streetcar all the way from Canal Street to the end of the line and back.

She used to take the bus from Canal Street out to Tulane University where she worked in the Howard Tilton library because it was faster. She came home to the French Quarter that way every day also.
The streetcar was too slow for her.

We had not been living down south for close to 40 years and we had not readjusted to the pace of life in The Big Easy. Everything moves slow down there. The Mississippi River moves slow and the St. Charles street car moved slow and it seemed you could walk faster than the streetcar.

The operator stopped and got out and went in a nearby store. He took his friend or trainee with him.
No explanation was given as to their exit or when they might return.

We and the other passengers sat quietly and nobody said anything.
I was delighted. We were back in the city that "Care Forgot".

After 5 or 10 minutes with us sitting in traffic in downtown New Orleans on a stopped streetcar the operator and his friend returned and off we went. It seemed they had gone in that store to get a sandwich. It was New Orleans at its best.No explanation was given. Since this was in the middle of the day or early afternoon I guess they were getting their lunch or dinner.

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