My Photos, an Explanation

Hello, Fellow Bloggers, Readers, Musers, Curiosity Seekers, Photo Lovers, Et Al,

Would you like to see the whole picture I have included in the background of my site?  Okay, here it is.

Sunset over Lake Erie

Sunset over Lake Erie


And then there’s my Gravatar…romsus


Actually, it is taken from a larger one.  The artist made us look like Chevy Chase and Goldie Hawn, don’t you think? Yes, he’s my significant other.  When we first met he had a lot more hair!


Lastly, here’s my “brand” photo…Curtiss JN "Jenny" c. 1918

“I can understand the Gravatar” you might be saying, “and why you cut off half the photo, after all, this blog is about you, not you and your mate.  And the photo of the sunset?  Well, that’s the end of the day, which might suggest that by the end of the day you (Sabina) have caught up,” you, the reader, might be saying.

“So, what in the world is that photo of two old byplanes supposed to mean?” you might be asking.

“Well,” I answer, “I’m crazy about old planes… I had the opportunity to write a biography of a local early pilot, using his family photos, letters and journals.  It was a grand time, writing that story. It resulted in my book Cloud Busters, which sold quite a few copies in my area.  I first had submitted the manuscript to a few publishers, but was told the story was too local, so I self-published.   And I’m glad.  What I did was create a reference to early aviation in my region, which is how my book is now regarded.  Since I am so into history, that was enough for me!  (I would have liked tons of money, but had to settle for being a good reference.)

The photo also can be interpreted as one pilot trying to keep up with the other, so there is a small and somewhat tenuous connection to my theme.   Anyway, I like old planes and wanted it there.

“That’s my story, and I’m sticking with it,” someone (I can’t recall who) said.


Musings on Missed Moments

Today I was listening to the radio and heard a song from the original cast of Oklahoma.  Alfred Drake and Joan Roberts were singing “People Will Say We’re in Love.”  Boy, I wish I had been there to see that opening performance, I thought.  Oklahoma was the first “Book Musical” and opened on Broadway on March 31, 1943.  It was the first collaboration of that wonderful team of Richard Rodgers and Oscar Hammerstein II.  How thrilling it must have been to hear this music and see the story it supported unfolding before our eyes.  I am in awe of live theater anyway, even amateur productions, so this must have been incredible.  These two men had many more shows together until their last – Sound of Music.  And to see that on opening night, November 16, 1959, would have been even more thrilling, knowing it was their last.   Imagine, being there in the audience.  Mmm.

Missed moments.  My musings took me down another path.  Other moments I have missed.  The first that comes to mind is the Gettysburg Address, spoken on November 19, 1863 at the dedication of the Soldiers National Cemetery at Gettysburg… “the government of the people, by the people, for the people, shall not perish from the earth.”  What eloquent words.  What powerful words.  And it has been reported that the people there hearing President Lincoln speak did not immediately respond to his message.  Yet his words live on.

Since we have so recently celebrated Martin Luther King’s birthday my thoughts naturally went to his “I have a dream speech,” given on the steps of the Lincoln Memorial on August 28, 1963.  Some say he had not intended to include his “dream speech” in the remarks he planned to give after the Civil Rights march in Washington.  He often included that “dream” in his sermons, though, and someone in the crowd who had heard it urged him to share it again.  It lingers.  It is incredibly powerful.

I like history. Never in classes.  The teachers/instructors/professors were just too dull and boring.  But afterward, as I progressed to this point in my life, it became clear that history is about people, not dates and events. Still,  there are a few events I would like to have witnessed firsthand.  Gen. Robert E. Lee surrendering his troops at Appomatoxx, which basically ended our Civil War; the high Japanese officials signing their surrender on board the USS Missouri on September 2, 1945; and yes, even Pres. George W. Bush claiming “Mission Accomplished” on the USS Abraham Lincoln on May 1, 2003.  That last item was a bit (years) premature, yet was a moment I would like to have been present to witness.

As I think about it, there are moments in nearly every field of endeavor I would like to have seen.  And that goes ‘way, ‘way back!

Here’s an example, I would like to have heard firsthand Winston Churchill when he vowed, “We shall never surrender!”  This was spoken as Hitler’s troops were hours away from invading France on May 10, 1940.  “We shall fight them on the beaches…we shall fight them on the seas and ocean…we shall fight them in France,” he promised.  His words carried a nation.

Another example: presidential speeches.  When FDR was inaugurated the first time, he told us that “the only thing we have to fear was fear itself.”  Now, not many inauguration speeches stand out in my memory, but another that does was when the young, seemingly vigorous Pres. John F. Kennedy told us, “ask not what your country can do for you…” Ahh.  To have been in the crowd.  I will say that these days, with television so much a part of events, it’s almost possible to imagine one is present.

Which brings to mind something I actually did witness.  When President Kennedy was assassinated four days of non-stop television coverage followed, and this was before 24/7 tv.  On the fourth day, after watching every moment of it I had to do something.  We were living in New Jersey at the time and so we bundled up our daughter and started off for Washington, D.C.  We wanted to be a part of it somehow, to be a part of the history that was unfolding there in that shocked and depressed city.  We dressed as though going to a funeral, as did many, many others in the crowds that swelled on either side of Pennsylvania Avenue.  It was the day that the president’s body was to be moved from the White House to the Capitol. People were standing many deep along the avenue to see the procession, the coffin being moved and the riderless horse that followed.  Just thinking about the boots reversed in the stirrups makes my eyes tear up.  It was solemn, the crowd was hushed.  Suddenly, someone who was carrying a portable television set cried out, “Oh, no!  They shot him!”  Those of us around the man rushed to get closer to see what he was seeing.  We all thought it was Robert Kennedy who had been shot.  But no, it was Lee Harvey Oswald.  Some of us knew this meant we might never know the whole story of the president’s assassination.  And we do not, even to this day.

Wanting to be there, to have been there in the past, can now only be satisfied by reading books and articles about what happened.  And, there are so many books out there for me to read…. Why, you know what this means, don’t you… I’m trying, but I’m barely keeping up!

Can Photos Tell My Story?

No, that's not me back there... attached, so obviously keeping up.

No, that’s not me back there… attached, so obviously keeping up.

That's not me either.  But musings certainly are.

That’s not me either. But musings certainly are.

Wait a minute,is Christmas over?  I just got ready!  Guess I'm not keeping up!

Wait a minute, is Christmas over? I just got ready! Guess I’m not keeping up!

Now here is a shot of the "little engine that could."  No, actually, Esmirelda (my VW) can't pull that Airstream.  But on the road she can keep up and even pass the power car that does pull it.  Is there a message here?

Now here is a shot of the “little engine that could.” No, actually, Esmirelda (my VW) can’t pull that Airstream. But on the road she can keep up and even pass the power car that does pull it. Is there a message here?

Pleased to Meet You

Years ago when I first moved to this community I met some interesting people through a women’s group.  Not long after that husbands became involved and we formed a dinner group.  Six couples took turns hosting, providing the main course and drinks.  Everyone else brought something to enhance the evening – appetizers, vegetables, salads, desserts and in the beginning, punches. Over the  years we did away with the punch so we have a floater each time.

Our families were young then and we attended ball games, then graduations, then hosted showers and went to weddings, celebrated grandbabies, etc.

Three of the women were especially close and sometimes just we four couples did things together, movies, dinner out, etc.  Then two of those women and I traveled together each fall – our “fall fling” – to visit our grown children and shop, shop.  The flings were great fun for ten or more years, but ran their course.

So what does this have to do with the title of this post?  Well, we thought we knew these folks very well until the fateful 911 happened.  Strange, isn’t it, how something so horrific affected people in so many different and insidious ways?  I’ll bet there are many stories out there about the aftermath of that terrible event that has nothing to do with bombed buildings or terrorists.

It’s politics that got us.  My husband and I vote independently, but are registered Republicans. (Let me clarify that.  Before President Bush took a second run at the office I changed my party so that I could have a vote in who would run against him.)  Others in our group are not only registered Republicans, but are extremely conservative in their thinking.  One, however, is a registered Democrat, yet he thinks like the others.  Then “W” decided to invade another country with contrived proof that it had been behind the World Trade Center bombings. The discussion at “gourmet” on the eve of that attack was heated and nothing has been quite the same since.  Maybe because nothing has been quite the same in America since then.

Since then our country almost seems to be at war with itself – or at least the political parties do.  They don’t compromise, they don’t even talk.  We are still talking with our friends, but it’s “testy.”

It’s hard keeping up with friends who think so differently about vital things and are outspoken about it. It’s hard remembering who they were before and how much we enjoyed their company.  It’s hard to put on a good face and hope we don’t discuss “politics” during dinner with these folks.  It’s hard to keep quiet when we do.

We were so pleased to meet them in the beginning.  I’m hoping someday that we can be pleased to meet them again, as we once were.  Meanwhile, I’m barely keeping up.

Good Advice

This morning I looked in on a blog called Storyshucker.  One of the recent posts was titled “Stay and Change It.”  It was well written, and easy to understand.  Basically, the author’s advice was, if you don’t like the way something is going, change it, don’t leave it, run away or forget about it… change it.  Gee, that’s good advice.  I’m recalling an elected official to Congress who said he couldn’t take it anymore, the way things were being run.  Nothing ever got done.  So he was resigning.  Quitting.

We all know it’s easier to quit than fight.  But if we quit we have no right to complain.  If we don’t vote we have no right to complain.  Vote?  How did I get there?  Well, I’ll tell you.  That is such a precious right we have in the USA, yet so many do not take advantage of it.  But they complain.  Well, as the man said, “Stay and Change It”!

Also, for you bloggers, check out Storyshucker!


College Days

My last post was about the big game.  Ohio State vs Oregon, that is.  It was not something I was going to write about originally.  Due to circumstances, I barely was able to watch it, as was described in the post.  My loyalty to OSU is huge, but still, I wasn’t going to write about it.

And if I had, it would have been more along the lines of sentimental memories, seeing snippets of the campus during the commercials – the Oval, the Student Union, the Library where I earned money to buy my books, etc.  I would have talked about Mirror Lake into which my boyfriend/pinmate/husband was thrown two or three times, as dictated by a tradition in his fraternity when a guy committed to a girl. Funny, I don’t ever recall a sorority girl being thrown in under similar circumstances.  Hmm.  Food for thought.

But, one of the requirements for my course in Blogging 101 is to write a post about a comment I made on someone else’s blog.  Expand on it, so to speak.  (You should know that I am barely keeping up with this course.)  (And it’s because I am barely keeping up with my blog that I enrolled in this course.  You should know that too.)

So, in expanding on my comments I could not do a repeat on the other writer’s blog, thus you, Dear Reader, learned about my struggles to see the game.

Maybe there’s a morale to my story.  Life is a constant struggle.  Sometimes we get ahead, sometimes we slip back.  Yet we keep on trying, keep on moving and hope that our movement is forward. Basically, as you can guess, I’m barely keeping up!

As for the other post, have a peak at



In Sports, a Perfect Storm

I really don’t watch sports on television, with one exception: Ohio State football. I’m a graduate of The Ohio State University, met my husband there and married him just before our final year. While there I attended the football games, though I may not have appreciated the availability of those tickets at the time.

Ever since OSU football has been shown on TV we’ve carved out the time to watch it, ignoring children, boiling over and burning food, phone calls and just about everything short of hair on fire.

This season we missed some of those early games because our latest mix of television programming did not include a sports-dedicated station. As the season progressed the games were broadcast on the network stations, so it we were able to see the important ones. Then came the playoff for the Conference, (on ABC) then the playoff between #1 (Alabama) and #4 (OSU), also on ABC.

Uh oh. The really, really big, last game of the season for the national championship was only going to be shown on ESPN. So, on Friday before the big game I ordered the entertainment package offered by my TV provider.

But wait! My big, slim, fairly new TV was hiccuping. Off, on. Off, on. What’s that about? At first it did this when it was warming up, then it started doing it when it was several hours into operating. Oh, my. This could be a disaster. We MUST see the game!

In the meanwhile, the DVD player did not work, the other television sets in our house were tiny, tiny and would not satisfy us. It was an electronic nightmare! It was a perfect storm! Of course, it must be a plot, maybe to keep us from seeing that all-important game.

My husband suggested we leave the television set on from Sunday night forward, letting the big set work its way through all the hiccups so that by Monday evening it would have settled down and run as it should. Great idea. It worked.

The Ohio State team went into the game with odds against their winning. After all, the quarterback was from the third string. How could they win? But, oh, boy, they did! We were screaming, moaning, rolling on the floor, jumping up and down. More exercise than we usually get in a week! Had anyone shown up with his/her hair on fire, we would probably had pushed him/her out into the snow.

The game was everything we hoped for, all the better for the effort we made to watch it. Now, next year….