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Monday, May 31, 2010

Hello, Hohensteins!

Here we present at least an introductory collage of the Hohenstein branch of the Ghulf clan: Barb, Hillery, and Hillery's own Kyle and Kobe. Introductory? Yes. These pictures, from Facebook, are a little dated and not very well matched, but we've had some technical problems exchanging photos with Babs, what with our Kodak empire not quite communicating with hers. But rather than waiting any longer for new pics to mature--especially in light of promising new careers demanding copious amounts of time from three of the four Hohensteins--we thought it best to go forward now. Babs has been busy returning to her old avocation in eldercare, this time working for A Place for Mom. Hillery is at the end of her training in the medical field, in nursing assistance. And Kyle is launched on a career in Arsen's favorite military service, the United States Coast Guard. Only Kobe has the luxury, still, of being just a child. Good for you, Kobe! It's the best time of life!

Barbara--who, for Brigitte and me--will forever remain “Babs,” a German shortening of all Barabaras over there and thus deeply embedded in us--is our oldest daughter and, hence, presides over a line in which we are delighted to see three generations into the future: our great grand children. It makes you dizzy to think that the oldest, of two mind you, little Kyle, is is now in uniform. How time doth pass. How they shoot up...

Thursday, May 27, 2010

Arsen's Weapons Systems



An elaboration of the idea is presented on LaMarotte here.

As May Gets Ready to Depart...


The explosion of onions, flowers, and herbs along the outside of our sunroom, which terminates the back of our house.


The array in the center of our concrete apron--preventing us ever from putting a car into the garage. Even if there was any room in it, of which there is actually none.

Dough Spill Addendum

Enough was left to make three of these...

Wednesday, May 26, 2010

Dough Spill


The aftermath of spending a day in the ER the other day—instead of baking an Amish Friendship cake—has created a big headache and a rather sour stomach in me. You can see the evidence above. But I’ll spare you the totally ugly pictures that would also show a fridge completely inundated with rising and spilled cake dough! Not a pretty sight, believe me, although less damaging than the Gulf Oil Spill that fills TV News daily. But this too took a good deal of effort to set right—creative handling and time to clean out this ghastly sticky mess.

So, you bakers of friendship cakes, BEWARE AND NEVER MISS a scheduled baking date, for whatever reason!


— Brigitte


[The ER visit, for the record, was caused by still unexplained chest pains, lasting for brief periods but recurring at intervals. They had the good sense to go away after a while...]

Maple Seed

Picture of a single silver maple seed. A collage commemorating this season is on Ghulf Genes here.

Thursday, May 20, 2010

Alex Darnay

The newest member of the clan, Alex Darnay, born to Lena and Brandon, came a little too early to kick off this blog--but here (we had to rob Facebook to get these snaps) is Alex at his most colorful, born April 5, 2010.



Here is Alex with his mother Lena (nee Grandy). Brandon, who has lately been heard to mutter--"I'm pretty sure whoever created the phrase 'Sleep like a baby' never had any..."--could not be found anywhere near Alex. He is also a bit photo-shy, thus never looking somber or Father-like anywhere, hence we've had to go to, ah, it looks like a racecourse, to get this pic of him. But of course, as we all know, Dad's are somewhat peripheral to such grand events...