Nadie te quita lo bailado
Saturday, June 12, 2021
|Las Vegas - Dune Hotel - 1983|
“Nadie te quita lo bailado,” is something my 19th century
born Spanish grandmother used to tell me. It translates to “Nobody can take
away from you the dances you have danced.” What it means is that good memories
can never be taken away from you.
As I approach my 79th birthday I would say that I
am not much different from other people that age in that I look back at my past
In 1983 I read that there was going to be stripper
convention/festival called The Golden G Strings. I have written about it at
The Shy Boston Brahmin
Red and Black pumps and Scotch
Laura Faye, Peoria, Illinois
But in this age of a fading, if not dead journalism, how else
could I have gone to Las Vegas now to report on the event on speculation? I
called up the Vancouver Province Sunday Magazine and told them that Maclean’s
had assigned me to go. I called Maclean’s and said that the Vancouver Province
was sending me to Las Vegas. At the time there was an airline called Western
Airlines. I contacted them and told them of my assignment. I was given first
class tickets. When I arrived the Dunes Hotel I obtained a $10 per day
Because a local gal from Vancouver won the competition
Maclean’s and The Province had a scoop. And to top that I sold a photograph to
the Chicago Sun Times.
Today when was organizing
my files I noticed this slide which to me shows a bit of the glamour I faced as I
sat next to my fellow judge (because I was a Canadian journalist I was asked to
be a judge) Tempest Storm.
I can dance these dances of my past and I can feel contented
that I did live these wonderful moments which would in these times not happen again.
Learning from Rosemary
Friday, June 11, 2021
|Rosemary's unknown Rudbeckia 18 July 2021|
Rosemary had a way of showing me stuff that I did not know
or notice. Sometimes she did this gently and sometimes not.
Many years ago when I was beginning to get work from
Vancouver Magazine I was dealing with art director Rick Staehling. He was picky
and he knew what he wanted.
I would show an 8x10 print to Rosemary almost every time I
was on my way to the magazine. I remember one time when I proudly showed her a
portrait. She said upon seeing it, “Why is that little finger sticking out?”
This annoyed me and I left. When I showed it to Staehling he said, “Why is that
little finger sticking out?”
From that point I trusted Rosemary’s opinions (but not
always!). I believe that one of my trademarks in my portraits and dance
photographs is that I always was careful about hands thanks to Rosemary.
Now many months after Rosemary’s death on December 9, 2021 she
keeps teaching me stuff almost every day.
It was today that I noticed a flower that was about to open
in one of Rosemary’s mixed perennial pots. According to my daughter Ale she
says it is a Rudbeckia (Black Eyed Susan). She knows more about perennials than
I do as she worked a lot with Rosemary in her Lillooet garden that Rosemary
loved to visit to help.
Now even though I am an old man about to be 79 at the end of
August I learn stuff. Thanks to Rosemary but thanks to my hostas I have learned
something else which is most interesting.
Because in the last few years I have obsessively scanned my
hosta flowers I know something about appreciating flowers about to open and
also their continuation which can be gradual or overnight.
In praise of hosta flowers
Members of the American Hosta Society consider hosta flowers
as unimportant and they put all their interests on their variegation, etc. I
see these flowers on elegant scapes (hosta nomenclature for stalks) as
supremely striking and they remind me of Swedish design.
Now because of hosta flowers and Rosemary I have discovered
yet another flower that is beautiful before it opens.
While today, as I write this is 18 July 2021 I will place
the blog back as I am filling holes left by my long melancholic blog writing
The Age of Cleavage & Pristine Perfection
Thursday, June 10, 2021
|Rosa 'Abraham Darby' 19 July 2021|
I would consider the 2ist century the age of cleavage and pristine perfection. That is all we see in social
media and in newspapers (the ones that are left) or in celebrity sites.
This is why I have a deep admiration for Charlotte
Rampling who wonderfully looks her age and I believe was never tempted to go
It seems that this century is the century of pristine
perfection. When women (of a certain age, and, what is considered a certain
age? post photographs of themselves in social media including Instagram their
friends comment, “Still looking good”. If someone put that under a picture of
me I would have homicidal thoughts towards the offending person.
In my garden I have after many years come to appreciate
how a garden (the heat this year has not helped) in July begins to show a tired
wear. The lovely and perfect hosta leaves are not so perfect. My roses (the
ones that are remontant) have bloomed and are in a waiting period. Some will
bloom in early fall.
Meanwhile I appreciate and notice flowers that are not
I tell people that I miss my Rosemary and when I think of
her (all the time) that I loved the way she looked being 76. I loved her
exactly as she was. We met when we were in our early 20s. That was history.
I believe that young immigrants coming to Vancouver are
interested in new and brand name stuff. But I believe that once they settle
down they will appreciate antiques and old cars. Some of those houses featured in
mu Vancouver Sun Homes section are pristine and do not look lived in. There is
no clutter. Everything is in its place. To me those houses are not homes. My
mother used to tell me that a house is not a home until you hang pictures on
the wall. Can a large flat-screen TV be a lively article of decoration?
My almost rant above (I try not to rant) is but an excuse
to place here a scan of a rose that is definitely past its prime. This Rosa ‘Abraham Darby’ has managed to keep
all its petals and I think it is beautiful.
This blog will be posted back in June even though I
scanned this bloom today 19 July 2021. I have holes to fill in past months
because I have had a terrible blog writing block because of my persistent
melancholy over the death of my wife back on December 9, 2020.