I was really startled to see one of the Facebook pictures of Naomi this morning: I have seen that kid before. I know pictures of babies can look alike, but the minute I saw this picture I knew exactly who it was (wasn't).
Tuesday, November 1, 2011
Wednesday, July 27, 2011
Friday, July 22, 2011
Naomi Sabrina Fisher (Boston, MA, May & July, 2011)
Naomi was born to Allison and Dave 2 months ago:
Her big brother looks on. Note the little pink card, like her Aunt Dora's 29 years ago:
Now she's a really big girl (and very coordinated, despite her posture here):
With a great smile...
(Photo thx Dave) |
Her big brother looks on. Note the little pink card, like her Aunt Dora's 29 years ago:
(Photo thx Dave) |
Now she's a really big girl (and very coordinated, despite her posture here):
With a great smile...
(Photos ripped from Allison video) |
...and a very proud grandma:
Sunday, March 27, 2011
Marcos and me (Key Biscayne, FL, March, 2011)
Tuesday, March 15, 2011
The Mutz Family (Lincoln, NE, unknown date, probably late 1930s)
This picture fills in three important family members who I haven't had pictures of before: Elizabeth's maternal grandparents, and her uncle Ster. Now, finally, photos here have shown all of Elizabeth's and my 8 grandparents, and all 14 of our aunts and uncles. Shown below are Sterling Mutz and his wife Jessie Clarke Mutz in the front, and their daughter Jessica and son Ster in the back.
I never met either Sterling or Jessie Mutz, both had died before I met Elizabeth (and Elizabeth never met her grandmother). I did meet briefly Sterling's second wife, "Grammy Ginn". Ster we both knew well. He was an engineer with Cushman, the golf cart company, and I remember his helping me reconnect a lifter rod in the engine of our second car; we used baling wire. Amazingly, that engine repair held for the long remaining life of that car. Ster died young. He was a volunteer fireman, and was killed in a head-on collision, rushing to a fire. The person whose house burned down was racing out to get help, passed on a hill, and collided with Ster. Ster was married to Aunt Mary, who died two years ago.
Besides capturing all the missing family members, I really love this as a photo. Something about the composition, the poses and the way it is such a period piece strike me. I recommend clicking on it, and then clicking on the photo that comes up in the browser, to see the full version. The painting over the fireplace is of Jessica. It was done by a noted local artist, and she had that painting until she died.
I never met either Sterling or Jessie Mutz, both had died before I met Elizabeth (and Elizabeth never met her grandmother). I did meet briefly Sterling's second wife, "Grammy Ginn". Ster we both knew well. He was an engineer with Cushman, the golf cart company, and I remember his helping me reconnect a lifter rod in the engine of our second car; we used baling wire. Amazingly, that engine repair held for the long remaining life of that car. Ster died young. He was a volunteer fireman, and was killed in a head-on collision, rushing to a fire. The person whose house burned down was racing out to get help, passed on a hill, and collided with Ster. Ster was married to Aunt Mary, who died two years ago.
Besides capturing all the missing family members, I really love this as a photo. Something about the composition, the poses and the way it is such a period piece strike me. I recommend clicking on it, and then clicking on the photo that comes up in the browser, to see the full version. The painting over the fireplace is of Jessica. It was done by a noted local artist, and she had that painting until she died.
Friday, March 11, 2011
Uncle David, Photographer (probably Estes Park, Colorado, probably early 1960s)
There was a previous photo of Uncle David posted a couple of years ago, but this one captures more the person Elizabeth and I knew in the 1960s and 70s. He lived in Little Italy (on Sullivan St.) in Manhattan, and Elizabeth worked with him at the Equitable. He had a lot of hobbies that he took seriously, and photography was one of them. These pictures were probably taken in Estes Park, Colorado. There have been a few photos already posted from there, since Elizabeth's father's family often vacationed there.
The only picture previously posted of Dorothy Good, Elizabeth's grandmother (for whom Dora is named), didn't give a real sense of what she looked like. But here is a picture of her taken, I think, at the same time as the above, undoubtedly by Uncle David. Next to Elizabeth's grandmother is Elizabeth's grandfather, and their son (and thus David's brother), Tony, is in the back.
The only picture previously posted of Dorothy Good, Elizabeth's grandmother (for whom Dora is named), didn't give a real sense of what she looked like. But here is a picture of her taken, I think, at the same time as the above, undoubtedly by Uncle David. Next to Elizabeth's grandmother is Elizabeth's grandfather, and their son (and thus David's brother), Tony, is in the back.
Thursday, March 10, 2011
Wednesday, February 9, 2011
Ari As Usual (Miami Beach, FL, Feb 2011)
I got a new phone today, much to my delight (and, nearly as much, to Ari's). So another excuse for him to smile, as if he needs one.
First picture, literally right out of the box:
First picture, literally right out of the box:
Ari rides the Miami Metromover (Miami, FL, Feb 2011)
Ari's biggest interests seem to be trains and construction. I had been building up a ride on the Metromover, and was afraid it would disappoint, but it was great.
The Metromover is Miami treasure, not well-understood nor used by most residents. It is a small, driverless train, on rubber wheels, that goes all through Miami's central city area, usually about 30 feet up in the air. It is free, and cars--the size of typical airport interterminal train cars--come every few minutes. Unless you really study it (as I did, since I often took the train to school at MDC) the route is unfathomable, and you often see people wandering around befuddled.
Henry came with us, and we went through every stop except the school board stop (which was the one stop beyond where we got on), even the stop that's inside a building.
The Metromover is Miami treasure, not well-understood nor used by most residents. It is a small, driverless train, on rubber wheels, that goes all through Miami's central city area, usually about 30 feet up in the air. It is free, and cars--the size of typical airport interterminal train cars--come every few minutes. Unless you really study it (as I did, since I often took the train to school at MDC) the route is unfathomable, and you often see people wandering around befuddled.
Henry came with us, and we went through every stop except the school board stop (which was the one stop beyond where we got on), even the stop that's inside a building.
Henry's photo. |
This is one of the old-style cars, where you could actually sit in the front window. (Henry's photo) |
Henry's photo |
Elizabeth's photo |
Henry's photo |
Monday, February 7, 2011
Tuesday, January 25, 2011
IT'S A GIRL! (Norwalk, CT, Jan 1982)
Happy (2011-1982)th Birthday Dora!!
Sunday 1/24 was Superbowl Sunday (and there was a big football game, too. SF beat Cincinnati, 26-21). Maybe that's why we had a Turkish substitute obstetrician. I looked, and he's still there 29 years later. In fact, he even looks exactly as I remember him, only 29 years older.
Dora & Elizabeth conspired to have a really fast labor, and right out of a bad sitcom I couldn't get the car up the icy slope of our driveway. Fortunately, we got a middle-of-the-night lift from the husband of Diane, Dave's and eventually Dora's child-care person.
Note the same little card above her head. |
It was a really long night. |
Wednesday, January 19, 2011
Havanese Club of Belle Isle (Miami Beach, FL, Jan 2011)
Monday, January 17, 2011
Wednesday, January 12, 2011
Sunday, January 9, 2011
Tanya visits Dora, January 2011
This post is written by Fisher Picture guest blogger, Dora.
The Fishers have a large, close extended family. I feel so lucky to know and be close with so many of us- Fishers, Cohens, Weinbergers, Fong-Cohens, Luxenburgs, now even some Amiras (venturing into 3rd cousin territory)!
This weekend, second cousin Tanya came to visit me in Chicago. Many of my friends say to me, "what does it mean to be second cousins?". So let this post explain how we are related.
We share great grandparents, Mollie and Isaac Cohen.
Our grandmothers are sisters, Rae Luxenburg and Sue Fisher, both pictured here on the left in this whimsical picture (on the right is Marci, Tanya's aunt and my dad's first cousin)
Our fathers are first cousins, Josh and Verne.
Verne with his aunt, my grandmother, Sue, in 1996.
I'm pictured here with Tanya's grandmother, my great aunt Rae, at my grandparents 50th anniversary 15 years ago:
Tanya, with her mother Susie and grandmother Rae (my great aunt), as a baby:
All this makes us second cousins!
Photo taken 5 minutes ago at a cafe in Chicago:
So fun to have you here, Tanya, and may our families continue to be close for generations to come.
The Fishers have a large, close extended family. I feel so lucky to know and be close with so many of us- Fishers, Cohens, Weinbergers, Fong-Cohens, Luxenburgs, now even some Amiras (venturing into 3rd cousin territory)!
This weekend, second cousin Tanya came to visit me in Chicago. Many of my friends say to me, "what does it mean to be second cousins?". So let this post explain how we are related.
We share great grandparents, Mollie and Isaac Cohen.
Our grandmothers are sisters, Rae Luxenburg and Sue Fisher, both pictured here on the left in this whimsical picture (on the right is Marci, Tanya's aunt and my dad's first cousin)
Our fathers are first cousins, Josh and Verne.
Verne with his aunt, my grandmother, Sue, in 1996.
I'm pictured here with Tanya's grandmother, my great aunt Rae, at my grandparents 50th anniversary 15 years ago:
Tanya, with her mother Susie and grandmother Rae (my great aunt), as a baby:
All this makes us second cousins!
Photo taken 5 minutes ago at a cafe in Chicago:
So fun to have you here, Tanya, and may our families continue to be close for generations to come.
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