christine had a great success with her 1000 hats for cuba campaign. click here to read her latest post about tallying up 2815 hats!!(and here is her post about receiving our hats.)
by day the blue will pale down into white where it touches the white of the land, after sunset it has a new circumference-orange, melting upwards into tenderest purple. but the core of blue persists, and so it is by night. then the stars hang like lamps from the immense vault. the distance between the vault and them is as nothing to the distance behind them, and that farther distance, though beyond colour, last freed itself from blue. -e.m. forster (a passage to india)
christine had a great success with her 1000 hats for cuba campaign. click here to read her latest post about tallying up 2815 hats!!
it was a lovely party. they glued flowers onto a glass dish with mod podge glue, then covered it with tissue paper and added more glue . . (thinned with a little water) . . and left it to dry for about 20 minutes.
this is the final outcome of the dishes. a water based varnish was added onto the back for protection. the plate shouldn't be soaked in water for cleaning, but just sponge wiped after using.
today was the 100 year commemoration of the triangle shirtwaist factory fire. the fire was a horrible tragedy that ignited the labor movement and helped create the laws for safer work places. this is a cause that still must be fought in many countries. a writer for southern california public radio, leslie berestein rojas, writes in multi-american how much of the garment industry has been outsourced to factories abroad, where accidents eerily similar to the triangle accident still happen.
living in greenwich village, this is an event that still resonates with us. thanks to filmmaker and artist ruth sergel who began chalk in 1994, volunteers fan out over the five boroughs chalking victim's names on the sidewalks where they lived. when we walk around on any march 25, we can't help but walk over a young girl's name on thompson street, or bedford street or west houston street.
this year korrina and i went out at 10:30 this morning to check out the ceremonies at the asch building where the fire occurred on washington place and greene street. it's now part of nyu and flowers are usually left every year by the international ladies' garment workers' union. since it's 100 years, there was an extra large gathering . . so large that we couldn't get near the site at all. neither of us likes crowds, so we decided to continue on and visit a few addresses instead. (however, blogger and writer stacy horn did attend the ceremonies and gives an account of it on her website.)
i found an informative article written for the new york times by writer joseph berger. you can link to it here. (warning, it does include a graphic photo of the tragedy).
korrina had written down a few addresses to visit. we walked by 97 west houston street. the woman was in the middle of chalking and we stopped to watch.
rosie bassino. on a website called in search of the elusive immigrants, history detective amy herskovits writes about rose and her life and family. actually that link doesn't work anymore, but here is a link to a bowery boys article that includes a map showing where the workers lived throughout the city.
korrina and i imagined rose walking up and down the stairs to her building, or maybe looking out one of these windows . .
korrina went to the east side to visit a few more addresses. i went home to see how chanda was doing and to let morgana leave for a dance class she wanted to attend.
on my way home i walked by 6 bedford street, which was the home of catherine giannattasio. there was a school group there from ps 339. they were on a field trip visiting some of the workers' addresses.
at home chanda was sitting up in bed reading her american girl historical mystery book. i made her a bagel with cream cheese and she ate it on the plate nana brought back from her visit to germany. the napkin has a bluebird i embroidered for korrina when she was three and attending a waldorf playgroup in brooklyn.
cute little bluebird . . hmm . . it actually didn't come out too bad. it was the first thing i ever embroidered.
at four o'clock i decided to walk with chanda to our lady of pompeii on camine at bleecker street to hear the tolling of the bells at 4:45 pm, echoing the time the fire broke out in 1911.
chanda and i went in and lit a candle. well, it wasn't a real candle, just as the tolling bells weren't real bells. they were recorded bells. such is life in nyc in the 21st century.
micheline marciano cordiano, age 25. 272 bleecker street. just next door to john's pizzeria, which opened in 1929. michelina would have been 43 if she had survived.
we woke to a cold morning and a light dusting of snow on the ground and tree limbs. it's supposed to continue for the next few days, i believe. winter is not ready to leave yet! this photo of the ice crystals in the ivy was taken later in the afternoon, when i returned from taking a picture of korrina in the laundry room.
when i looked out our window in the early morning, the magnolia tree buds were covered with snow. magnolia trees surprise me. they appear exotic and tropical (to me), however they are the first to bloom in the chilly air!
povera chanda. she succumbed to fatigue and stress from her music hour, and the extreme weather changes, and laid in bed today with a low fever. i knew something was wrong when she sat at breakfast with her cream of buckwheat and scrambled egg and toast, and said she didn't want to finish everything, (she normally eats like a horse). she had also already made her bed and gotten dressed. i told her to put her pajamas back on and rest on my bed . . with jack?
morgana worked on her greek history when she returned from babysitting. lately, she has been enjoying writing with a fountain pen that her aunt kathy gave her. (you can see the forsythia that i brought back from my mom and dad's home, in the yellow vase.
i'm so happy that i remembered to clip a few branches. since i grew up with forsythia in our yard on long island, it has always been the true herald of spring for me.)
before making dinner, we sat on the bed together and listened to the end of the silver chair, (of the narnia series). morgana hadn't heard it yet. i've been working on a pink mohair scarf for a friend's birthday. it's shibui silk cloud, and it's beautiful to work with! i picked it up from webs when they had a sale before christmas.
i'm also working on another feather and fan shawl for the duncan beliloveable fundraiser on sunday, april 17th. i bought this yarn at purl by the sea in the autumn.