The Windmill is a restaurant known for its hot dogs. There are now 8 franchises around the county, but this is the place that started it all in 1964. The propeller blades do not move. (I’ve always wondered and found this out recently.)
Long Branch and West Long Branch
January 12, 2007
Here we have the radiology/oncology wing of Monmouth Medical Center, which is directly across the street from the Long Branch train station. (I wish I could change the link colors; that shade of green DOES NOT show up against the white. Stupid templates.)
I believe there are 3 major hospitals in the area, but I could be mistaken; this is the one I always use. (Though not usually the radiology/oncology section [at this point in my life], thankfully.)
December 31, 2006
Still on a “remembering Grandpa” kick, folks. Funeral was today; this is what’s on my mind.
It was not until very, very recently that I found out apparently not all sump pumps are Rube Goldberg-like contraptions. So I’m told.
My grandpa’s house has been described as “the house that almost works.” Everything kind of sort of mostly works, if you tweak it a certain way and don’t use it too much. This has always been especially true of the sump pump; basement floods in that house were a common story to me growing up. This here is the sump pump that my grandpa, an engineer, rigged up.
It is a 2′x2′ square hole in the ground. There are spouts directing several steady streams of water into the hole. The hole fills with water. Pumps trigger other pumps. When a float (the kind in your toilet tank) says that the water’s gotten to a certain height, the whole 3-4′ deep hole full of water is pumped out through the vertical pipes you see. And the process begins again.
This whole cycle, from bottom of hole to 3 feet up, takes about five minutes.
It’s actually kind of meditative to watch.
Christmas, 1950. This is the image they used on the family Christmas card.
L to R. Grandpa, Mom, Uncle Lloyd, Uncle Charles, Uncle George, Grandma.
This is my grandfather about 4 years ago celebrating his 89th birthday.
Click here or scroll down to yesterday’s post, but see what I mean about his hands?!
December 30, 2006
This is Wooley Funeral Home (edit- correct spelling: “Woolley”), who hosted my grandmother’s viewing in 1992 and my grandfather’s viewing today (12/29/06).
I’ve spent the past day or two making up display boards of old pictures and articles written about him, so people would sort of see who he was and where he came from. This means I have been sifting through a lot of old family photos.
This photo was actually taken in Kansas (shhh), but it’s my grandpa and grandma when they were still just engaged, circa 1934. They got married on Christmas day ‘cos it was the only day he could get off from work. His birthday was Epiphany (January 6); Grandma’s birthday was Christmas Eve (December 24). And he died on Christmas day. His life was sure as hell centered around the holidays!
This is my grandfather sitting at his desk, c. 1951. He was the founder/president of a computer company that you’ve never heard of. He was fat, bald, and bespectacled from about 1940 ’til he died, so this is a decent representation of him… but the thing that gets me is his hands. All the men in the family have those hands, and they hold ‘em the same way. And honestly, my hands are a lot like that too.
December 28, 2006
December 27, 2006
December 19, 2006
Long Branch train station. If you’re taking the NJ Transit (North Jersey Coastline), it is the end of the line; if you’re travelling down from NYC, this is where you need to get off and switch trains if you decide you need to travel further south to Bay Head.
Luckily, this is my stop.