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I’ll have a number 18 please

Friday, January 22nd, 2010
happy family ??

happy family ??

From the Brady Bunch and Partridge family, the Cleavers, Cunninghams and Crosbys. Are we a happy family? Are you a happy family? Is your neighbor a happy family? This Gill family photo from the side porch of Austin Street in Westfield. Aunt Carol is just a little baby, and she was the sole survivor in this Happy Family until she passed away now, almost two years ago already. My keen questions about the Happy Family to her were abruptly ended by her death.
Who Wrote Happy Family on this Photo?
Was it the Grandmother we never knew? May Gill. (it looks like a womens handwriting) Maybe it was Grandpa Fred, the Westfield police sargent and decorated hero? Naaaa. I did know him and what I knew of him was that he was a very moody, crabby man. Stern would not be the word to describe his harsh treatment of The Mighty Ten. He worked the Westfield police shift in a era of accepted police corruption, “benefits” extreme prejudice and “missing” evidence. His relationship with May was said by Carol to be very stormy. He was accused of several affairs even with a wife and three kids at home.
What Really Happened To Grandma?
She got sick. Died very suddenly at home. She was buried very quickly under Sargent Fred Gills orders without an autopsy. One week later he was with another woman and soon after that they were married.
The rumor spelled out is that he killed his wife and covered it up using his hero power to sweep it very quickly under the rug.
Rumor Number Two
Fred Gill and his daughter Carol were very close. Maybe too close and I will leave it at that.
When I talked to Carol about Austin Street and Gill family, she admitted her close ties with her dad but I never got a feeling of incest. Maybe because it was just too strange to even cross my mind.
Fred Gill was NOT laid to rest next to the mother of his only three children. Would you want to be buried next to the woman you murdered? This is why her son, our Uncle “Brother” Fred Gill is buried there.

I have to try Happy Family sometime

I have to try Happy Family sometime

Merry Christmas

Thursday, December 24th, 2009

Contrary to rumors from the inside out, Family Ties will be back for the New Year and many more there after. Much news to report from this majestic, growing and loving family. Thank you for your patience.

Wishing all who still wander here a very happy Christmas filled with gifts, hope, family, love and blessings.

Have a brave and Happy New Year.

Our brother Greg, who suffered a stroke two days ago is in ICU in Florida.
Bonnie gave birth to Blake and he underwent open heart surgery several days later and is doing very well as are their parents and his sister Britt. Lets keep our prayers open to them.

see you soon
oxoxo

under construction

Wednesday, September 23rd, 2009
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cheers!

Recalculating !

Wednesday, September 23rd, 2009

My greatest image of mom, was of her sitting at our extra large custom-made kitchen table and writing letters. She wrote thousands of letters. One day as a young boy she took me around the block to the nearest mailbox and “taught” me how to mail a letter. Those blue mail boxes had those awkward steel “tamper-thief-proof” flaps that screeched when you opened them.
“Always, always double check, to make sure that the letter has gone down. Open the door again to see.”
I had now become her mail-boy, so I really knew that she was a letter writing MACHINE.
Sure enough, one time, I opened the flap and someone elses mail was STILL sitting on the flap!
The dumb bastards didn’t have a smart enough mother to teach them how to properly mail a letter.

If mom were still here and healthy, she would have loved the digital world we live in now. She just missed eMails and the whole world being connected to a computer.
She would have loved Facebook and chatting and that you could “instantly” see photos or videos of your children or grandchildren.

MORE TECHNOLOGY UPDATES: Someone loaned me a navigator. I am simply and beyond belief amazed. Where has this thing been my whole life. I have been described by all my friends, family and children as being “directionally retarded”. I have lived in New Jersey my whole life and I just don’t get it. I’m lost everywhere I turn.
BUT NOW, I have this sexy voiced woman (I call her “Rosy, because she sounds like that maid on the Jetsons) telling me where and when to turn. I have been going up and down New York and Jersey the past few months and now, because of Rosy, I have no fear. I have saved gas. I have discovered new quicker routes. And I have fallen in love with this intelligent, sexy “woman” that sits on my dashboard.

If I had a navigator FOR LIVING LIFE, I wonder……would it take me the long route? Would it help me avoid “DETOURS”?
“Don’t take this job, George, you’re gonna regret it!”
“Look out for this one, George, she’s just using you.”
“Recalculating!”"Always make sure the letter drops......"

YOUR existence gives me hope

Saturday, September 12th, 2009

“I deeply believe in one’s own positive will to overcome even the most daunty challenges.”
-Farrah Faucett
coming soon
Stories Of Gods and Heroes
The end of Bees
Tragic happiness
It is best to be OFF with the old love before you are on with the new. (old Scottish song)
“Off with the old and on with the new”
“You cannot make an omelette without breaking the eggs.”
“There is nothing so good as the inside of a man, then the outside of a horse.”
(there is something about the outside of a horse that does the inside of a man good)

“Fortune favors fools.”- 1546

a birth of a new day

Sunday, July 26th, 2009

5:50 am Spring Lake NJ

5:50 am Spring Lake NJ


My boys have spent the last week at a friends house down the “Shore”, pool, beach and water park. So I went to pick them up and instead of fighting traffic Saturday morning, I zoomed into the darkness and slept on the beach in Spring Lake. The “Irish Rivera”, my old home for three years.
I will not exaggerate to say that sleeping on the beach behind the turned over lifeguard chair was a “spiritual experience” last night. Looking up into the crystal clear blackness was a million stars. The waves were high and rough. Off into the north east from many miles away, I could see the incrediable flashing and rumbling of a far away thunderstorm. I woke up from many dreams in my snuggy warm sleepingbag. A little alone. A little scared, but what I really couldn’t believe how FREEZING cold it was. The whole mechanics of HOW a good sleeping bag really works just amazed me. My own body heat was keeping me from being a big chicken and running back to the car.
I SURVIVED the icy night. I watched the sun come up in slow motion. A new day, like a new baby, coming out of the water, oblong at first, almost distorted, was just so amazing to me how the sky changed so many red hues.
Then the “morning people” came. Dog walkers, surfers, ocean khakis, and fishermen. I talked with some that came over to me, still nestled in my “camp”.
People do care. I felt that way when I read some of the comments when I came home from the beach. I miss everyone. I am so proud of Bonnie. I wanna hug Paul. Kiss Grant and Greg. Dance for Bernadette and Barb and go boating on a strange lake somewhere in south Florida.

Entry for February 20, 2009

Friday, May 15th, 2009


How do we reverse Americas suicidal consumers binge? Will this new depression (as I am calling it) change the American way of life forever? I hate Geico, McDonalds and all those companies shoving their product up our you know whats. WE ARE USING too much energy. THERE is severe climate change happening. There is an epidemic of mood disorders, anxiety attacks, depression–we are in a NEVER ENDING war against terrorism—all of this partly because there is such a HUGE gap between the rich and the poor people of the world. WHY do they spend 500 BILLION a year to ask to consume more?

green dream……Entry for January 19, 2009

Friday, May 15th, 2009


I woke up this Sunday morning in a slow-motion glazy kind of way. Late morning. Tossing around several dream that I couldn’t leave behind in the clouds of sleep. In one dream Mom had just purchased a brand new home and the whole family was admiring it from the outside. It had some really cool high tech satellite dishes built on the side of it. “Now I can keep track of all of you.” she said with her wicked smile. Inside we all walked around together as a group. Almost like a tour group in a museum. Now we all walked into the Great Room. Cathedral ceiling and skylights. She was in the loft looking down on us. Everything was dark green. The fresh paint and walls were deep dark and rich like a forest. The upholstery was striped olive green with specks of orange. The ceiling to wall drapes were heavy and dark, it almost felt like night. All the hanging art was green with wooden green frames.
Outside on the deck our family gathered. Drinking and smoking. Laughing at Glenns jokes and memories. Aunt Carol was there and she seemed so much younger and thinner. She was wearing a green flannel shirt and her laugh boomed above everyone elses as usual. She had this silly smile on her face as she walked by me but I grabbed her and hugged her. This is where my dream got real freaky. Because it wasn’t a dream when I was hugging her. It was very very real. My head was in her huge bosom and I started crying. I don’t know why.
I woke up because suddenly she was gone. It startled me. It was real I thought and looked out the window at the falling snow.

Love Each Other…Love Yourself…Entry for October 1, 2008

Sunday, May 10th, 2009


When Barb and I painted her room a couple months ago, she redecorated and put this over her bed. I said, Beautiful Barb, flea market? Thrift shop? Pier One Imports? No, she made it from scratch. I always say to myself that if I had a photo of everything that our sister has created from hand, it would fill up the whole family web site. On top of that, many of the very old great group photos of the family were orchestrated by Barb. One of my favorite pieces of work was the quilt that she made for her daughter Belindas 30th birthday. There was a square symbolically representing a different part of of her life.


When I posted the photo of aunt Carol helping Brenda fix her dress in Photos That Make You Think (Sept 08) I was informed that Barb had indeed sewn all the dresses that her four sisters wore to her wedding.

I thought that to be pretty amazing. Does anybody remember when Mom had the Westfield Sewing Center and we had an eloborate Fashion Show one Saturday evening at the store? What a huge success that was! It was truly moms magical moment as reluctant business owner. Barb had allot to do with the dresses that went down the makeshift fashion aisle. In this months Photos you can see Barb hanging around with her buds. You don’t wanna mess with that crew.
A correction

This woman was NOT our Grandmother as I had listed. It was one of our Grandmas FIVE sisters and I am not sure which one.

Also if you remember another old family friend: Gary Zazworski passed away last month from throat cancer. 43.

Migrant Worker California 1930 with her 7 kids.
Coffee is my drug of choice and most times in New York I end up at Borders Book store above Penn Station. Everybody has their laptops open in the Cafe. It’s been the end of the World financially here in USA. The buzz right now The Senate has begun voting on $700 billion rescue package for Wall Street aimed a preventing a credit crisis from plunging the nation into a recession. I think this is allot of money. I’m glad we have it in our back pocket for this emergency.
God help us. And I think he will. A recession .maybe a depression .and I don’t think there are many alive who remember the first real tragic depression of 1929. After the panic of 1929, and during the first 10 months of 1930, 744 US banks failed. (In all, 9,000 banks failed during the 1930s). By 1933, depositors had lost $140 billion in deposits.
When I was a kid I remember Moms dad telling me how GOOD the depression was, because people had to help each other. They had to get off their asses to survive. Sounds like something this country needs right now.
Maybe we can rediscover the TRUE meaning of LOVE ONE ANOTHER. It seems that through the toughest times we pull together and get through it. New York City changed after 9/11 seven years ago. People actually had manners and we all helped each other. It didnt take long to forget though. History should be a lesson to us all, thats why we teach it to our children.

The Play is the thing…….Entry for February 4, 2008

Saturday, May 9th, 2009

There are strange crazy sights

in the high desert nights

When the moon works its magic on all

But the strangest of all

was when Eli didnt fall

and Tyree

he catches the ball.

Few moments in life can be so well scripted. To be surrounded by friends with all a common goal…while the hopes of the road warriors were leaking all over the strange stadium with the moveable roof. The Pats were up 14-10 with less then a minuet to spare. Listen: I saw it. I did. And they still don’t know how he did it. In the end we danced up and down holding each other, some falling to the carpet. I think of you Dad, how you would have loved the elation and the sight of Josh and Jonathan in the center of a living room dance….that went on into the night.

A great(artistic) view of the ticker-tape parade in NYC a day later: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vLoNPQQeu9k