Yogurtland!

Larry and I took a walk today and discovered that a Yogurtland opened in the Beverly Connection across from the Beverly Center. We have never been to a Yogurtland, so we decided to check it out.

Wowee! It's a serve-yourself type of place with the frozen yogurt coming out of spigots that you control by pulling down a lever. They encourage you to try samples of all the different flavors. After much deliberation, I decided on a squirt of Pistachio and a squirt of Toasted Coconut. They've got lots of wonderful toppings including fresh fruit, mochi, gummi bears, coconut flakes, Reese's Peanut Butter Cups, the list goes on and on. I just chose some fresh raspberries because the yogurt itself was so good I didn't want to *water down* the flavor with lots of toppings. The price is 30 cents an ounce including the toppings.

To quote Anthony Bourdain, "Oh, that's good".

[Photo taken with my iPhone using the Hipstamatic app]

James Deegan McDermott Family circa 1913

Eleven McDermott children, only one girl. Clockwise from left, James Basil, John Emmet, Emily Veronica, Francis Aloysius, George Thomas, Clarence Brougham, Albert Matthew, William Vincent (my grandfather), Arthur Charles, Baby Edward Howard on my great-grandmother Anna Brougham McDermott's lap, Joseph Deegan and my great-grandfather James Deegan McDermott. In addition to these eleven children, their second child (not pictured) Edmund James died in infancy and after this picture was taken my poor great-grandmother had two more sons, Lawrence Albert and Ambrose. That's FOURTEEN children she birthed from 1891 to 1916! From what I remember being told, all these children were born at home.

Can you imagine the guy wanting to date Emily? "Ohh, hello Mr. McDermotts (mondo plural), I'm Sean O'Leary. Don't worry, I'll have her back by curfew. Ohh, you're all coming with us?"

Camping Trip 1956 or 1957

That's my half-sister Cathy the Dragon (left) in the shadow, my father William McDermott holding a kettle of boiling water in anticipation of a pot of coffee and I'm sitting on the right. Judging by the stuff on the table, it must be breakfast time.

Looking closely at this photograph I see the buttered slices of bread on each plate. My parents insisted we eat buttered bread with each meal. Ack! Of course there's an oilcloth tablecloth. Oilcloth was all the rage then, in fact I remember in Girl Scouts we made "sit upons" with it by sewing it around folded newspapers. Not so very comfortable but they definitely kept the damp off the tush while sitting on the ground around a fire.

My dad's shirt pocket is full of nerd things, all kinds of pencils and such - even while we were out on a camping trip! I forgot about how he was always prepared for writing stuff, figuring stuff out, all in his shirt pocket. In the opposite pocket, no doubt, was a pack of unfiltered Pall Malls.

I wish I could get into the "Wayback Machine" and revisit this time, this moment. I enjoy these Vintage Photo Fridays, pondering over one photograph at a time and seeing things sometimes for the first time.

Abstract Expressionism

Free Humanity, Obama as Che, "Murderer" written in black Sharpie marker and a sticker that says, "Buy Love Here".

[Photo taken with my iPhone using the Hipstamatic app]