tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-337935592024-03-12T20:50:21.847-04:00Robyn O'FlaithfhileadhUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger112125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33793559.post-69264168984735634072013-09-10T13:17:00.000-04:002013-09-10T13:17:36.214-04:00Green Bay Memories<br />
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Kaap's Restaurant<br />
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http://www.kaapscandies.com/history.php<br /><br />1. My first experience in Kaaps Restaurant was probably around the time of my birth 1948, which now seems like a long time ago. I was born to eat their: chocolate covered candy, fresh real vanilla and chocolate ice cream with tiny bits of frozen ice, their mint ice-cream served in a chilled silver dish with dark chocolate syrup draped over the top. I was born to sit in an exotic smoky booth and watch my mother busy charming the bartender. I was born to get my first stuffed toy that smelled of food and cigarettes. That when I pressed my nose to the dog’s fake fur I’d see a whole world come into view. A world of festive people at Christmas time when Kaaps would decorate their two front windows. It was a magical world framed by spray-on snow. I was balanced on the tips of my toes to get a look. My Lou’s Bootery black Mary Jane patent-leather shoes bending and cutting into the top of my foot. What pain did I notice? The slushy snow chilling. What cold did I notice? The inside of this fairy tale world held my attention, my imagination. That’s when I noticed my favorite toy. The stuffed creature that would be my best friend for years to come. <br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33793559.post-83233338744716910302013-09-05T13:04:00.001-04:002013-09-10T11:55:40.587-04:00Green Bay Memories<b>Green Bay Memories</b><br />
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<b>1948-1960's Food:</b><br />
<b>Bilotti's Pizza:</b><br />
http://www.bilottispizzagarden.com <br />
Bilotti's opened in 1956. It was established by Ray Bilotti in De Pere where it remains to this day. As a teenager in 1961 to1966 we always called it Danny's pizza and would come from Green Bay to the parlor as a group. It was "The Place to Be". Usually we crammed into one booth. We were always starved and the pizza came out piping hot but of course we'd pull out a slice and begin to gulp down the delicious cheese topping, sauce, and thin crust in one bite. <i>I was often tempted to order something other than a pizza but to no avail. </i>I simply adored their food, which won a place in my memory bank of delicious pizza pie. <br />
<b>Kroll's East:</b><br />
http://www.krollseastgreenbay.com/ <br />
Kroll's East has been open since 1935. I am sure we ate their food since 1948. My mother, Peggy Murray Flatley loved the homemade dumpling soup. She literally hummed while she was eating the soup. The chili was terrific. My sister loved the burger with a pat of butter on their very special buns. My father loved the perch plate with the bones, he swore it tasted better that way. But my favorite was their fish burger which was called a <i>seaburger</i>. <i> </i><br />
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<i>I tried ordering a seaburger anywhere else in the world and they would look confused and say"what did you want?!!"</i><br />
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When I attended East High School, a group of us would pile into Pam's car and rush over to Kroll's for lunch. We stuffed ourselves into a booth. The place was always hopping. We would put money into the Juke Box selection that was at every booth. Then we'd play a game with the song titles and after each title we'd add the words- 'under the covers'. This game would keep us laughing til the food appeared. I was starved and once the seaburger was placed in front of me I would rip open the carefully wrapped burger, bite into the crusty roll, oozing with tartar sauce, a pat of melting butter, fresh lightly breaded and deep fried fish and practically swoon. Oh god, could life get any better than this! Butter may have run down my chin but I was too busy chewing to worry about how I looked.<br />
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As a family we would come in on Friday and order perch plate with or without the bones. Can you imagine...Lake perch! I currently live in New England and there's nothing like that Lake perch. Nothing! My parents would wave to friends from our large active table of seven family members. Their friend were in family groups as well. It was a community experience, it was the place <i>to be</i> on Friday night. <br />
<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33793559.post-45325047294969043132013-07-27T11:12:00.002-04:002013-07-27T11:12:19.762-04:00Monday July 29, 2013<br />
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<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33793559.post-85069340502543868062013-07-27T11:00:00.001-04:002013-07-27T11:07:45.015-04:00Malus DomesitcaThe apple tree bloomed in May with tiny white blossoms. A gentle breeze picked up the scent and tossed peddles into the air. By the end of May the grass became a white carpet. In June small green fists of fruit hung from a multitude of branches. A summer storm shook all the round unripened fruit to the ground. The apple tree rotted from inside out and became a hollow center encircled by curling dark brown bark. <br />
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<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33793559.post-76807184536284602232011-09-02T09:41:00.001-04:002011-09-02T09:43:15.740-04:00Betsy & Robyn<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5Uny_qQN3bo/TmDdWSmsaSI/AAAAAAAAAws/N3PfNlwYbeQ/s1600/R1-05146-0003.jpg"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 270px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5Uny_qQN3bo/TmDdWSmsaSI/AAAAAAAAAws/N3PfNlwYbeQ/s400/R1-05146-0003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5647757307743594786" border="0" /></a>
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<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33793559.post-11456877214252286302011-08-31T13:35:00.002-04:002011-08-31T13:51:37.431-04:00Whetstone Arts building on Whetstone Brook<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FDgD0tHSE9A/Tl50iZ9-AsI/AAAAAAAAAwk/OE3ei4e5mCU/s1600/Unknown.jpeg"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FDgD0tHSE9A/Tl50iZ9-AsI/AAAAAAAAAwk/OE3ei4e5mCU/s400/Unknown.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5647079117204357826" border="0" /></a>
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<br />I have always loved a good storm. My first stop on the computer every morning is Weather Underground. There are a few of weatherophiles in town and everyday I try to check in with them about the hottest topic. Lately that has been Houston, Texas, and I do mean hot. My skin goes to goosebumps when we talk about a weather happening. Well this weekend there was such a happening and Irene made her way to my door.
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<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33793559.post-82197449034225832112011-08-31T07:30:00.002-04:002011-08-31T08:04:01.095-04:00Brattleboro flooding from Irene 8/28/111.
<br />My time line is all jumbled up from trauma. I remember it started to rain. We watched over one hundred Nighthawks attempt to migrate Saturday night. Nighthawks are a delicate part of our ecosystem. I rarely see more than a few dozen migrating yearly. The interesting thing is they did not fly into the storm but took a sharp right turn. I felt a flutter of hope.
<br />Hurricane Irene's eye was threatening to pass through the heart of our little town. Yes it rained, a fine mist all night and by daybreak the rain came in waves from her outer bands. The song of rain went from music to menacing and yet we really had no clue of what was come.
<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33793559.post-92072823475788601602011-08-13T18:34:00.002-04:002011-08-13T18:48:00.348-04:00Brattleboro Food Coop 2011I am still searching for solid ground. Floating in an a sea of sadness. No sense to what happened, no reason can calm the storm of emotions. I don't search for the mind or the emotions or the personality to make this okay. It seems to be within the realm of soul, of spirit I see one man free and the other in chains. I am pierced through the heart with love for my friends.
<br />Today I spoke of this violence, touched my own wound, less than yesterday. Each day I grow into who I am becoming. I am changed. We are all changed. Our ground for tomorrow will be waiting for us in the future. I am here now riding the wave of today. Breath to bone: Transformed.
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<span style="color: black; font-size: 180%;">I been holding things apart to keep them together.</span><span style="font-size: 180%;"><br /></span></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33793559.post-20152125653505160762010-08-09T16:31:00.000-04:002010-08-09T16:31:37.812-04:00Ambien Lucid Dreaming<object style="background-image: url("http://i1.ytimg.com/vi/dd_Xt6jnc2Q/hqdefault.jpg");" height="344" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/dd_Xt6jnc2Q&hl=en_US&fs=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/dd_Xt6jnc2Q&hl=en_US&fs=1" allowscriptaccess="never" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="344" width="425"></embed></object>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33793559.post-57047544351318392712010-08-09T16:19:00.000-04:002010-08-09T16:19:16.529-04:00Ambien Lucid Dream #2<object height="344" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/UE_Vk65-4Ko&hl=en_US&fs=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/UE_Vk65-4Ko&hl=en_US&fs=1" allowscriptaccess="never" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="344" width="425"></embed></object>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33793559.post-61128121655914545102010-07-10T15:21:00.003-04:002010-07-10T15:24:00.700-04:00Rain Danced TankaRain Danced<br /><br />Gray sky pressing down.<br />Soft rain drops danced on dry leaves.<br />Cat's purr under paw.<br />Bird songs stilled as we get wet.<br />Umbrella turned upside down.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33793559.post-76462408303313838352010-05-03T07:14:00.002-04:002010-05-03T07:16:36.944-04:00<i>Tanka's Reflection<br /><br />Morning's pale light spills.<br />White window sill tinted blue.<br />Birds sing up the sun.<br />Illumination within.<br />Self-doubt casts a dark shadow.</i>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0