I mentioned George Hennessy on Saturday in the context of a plant in his possession prior to his 1969 death. In 2013 I was given access to a photograph of George in front of a grocery:
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| Hennessy grocery: 1923/1924 |
I mentioned George Hennessy on Saturday in the context of a plant in his possession prior to his 1969 death. In 2013 I was given access to a photograph of George in front of a grocery:
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| Hennessy grocery: 1923/1924 |
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| Dracaena trifasciata (on the right) |
I'm not sure when they first got together but I have photographs of him dated 1966. By this time George was 86 and losing his vision. Catherine and her mom used to go to George's house to help out with household chores. Here's an undated photo of George with two of his sister Ada's daughters (Elsie, on the left, who had travelled from England to be here, and Lilian, on the right, Catherine's mom):
The plant is indisputably 51 years old. If it was Annie's Sansevieria, 57 or more. A couple of websites suggest that the longevity of this plant is 20 to 25 years. Clearly, nobody knows.Some six-and-a-half minutes into Satyajit Ray's 1965 The Holy Man, we are presented with this board position:
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| 6k1/p6p/2q1n1p1/8/3p2P1/5Q2/PR5P/7K b |
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| Qxf3+ |
The Johnny Strides video offering this morning had me reliving my daily trips to and from The Beer Store on St Clair Ave. W. by Lauder Ave. (currently the Fox & Fiddle pub), both before and after 2003 in which year I purchased my first DSLR camera — a Nikon "Coolpix" 5700. Unfortunately, Johnny stops walking at Northcliffe Blvd., a block short of where the store used to be.
By an uncanny coincidence, he boards a streetcar heading west, just as I did back in early-May 2003 at the same intersection — although I'm fairly certain the old stop was on the other side of Northcliffe. I had been trying out the Coolpix's one-minute video recording feature on that and the previous day (documenting some aspects of the Beer Store workplace) and I took another one boarding the streetcar on my way home after work. The recording is very poor in resolution and violently jerky, as I had the camera hung around my neck so as not to alert the streetcar passengers to the capture. The rustling is my plastic bag in which I carried my personal effects.