Wednesday, November 1, 2017

a note to readers


Dear readers:

There are about 107 "chapters" in this humorous partial memoir. In order to read the complete "book" you will need to open up "Older Posts" until you reach the epilogue.

I hope the pieces of my life in these short vignettes in the blog make you laugh. Please enjoy this (ongoing and very unfinished) project.

All my best,
Marjorie

Paper Doll Days











Tuesday, October 31, 2017

On the Streets Where I Lived, Worked, and Eventually Played




























WHAT WAY TO GO TODAY

Almost dusk:
Last summer on one Wednesday, in July,
I sat on a bench, a grey wooden tired
Bench on a boardwalk out at old Long Beach.
In the sky a lonely and lost grey kittiwake tipped
As the hot pink sun set in blazing technicolor over
Hot pinkish sand and the fading blue ocean water.

That morning:
I had thought about seeing great art...
Vermeer, or Courbet, or maybe Monet.
But, I drove to the beach instead to think
To think about everything creative that had been
Created before I got here, and when I was here,
And what will be created when I leave this place.
When one day I leave my place and all places in my
Consciousness that is now in this time and was
At a past time and will be in some next time;
Maybe all time exists at the same time.
The great minds of theoretical physicists search
For the "Theory of Everything" as they sit
In their cluttered rooms, their great thinking rooms.
In universities, they ponder the mathematical equations
And Schrodinger's cat and all those mysteries.

In the evening:
It is during the quiet and still and sad night when
I miss most the people I never met:
Edie Beale, and the Rat Pack, and even Rod Serling
Who made me want to time travel: to go back to simpler places
Like Nedick's, or the Belmore, or Bickford's, and Willoughby.
Then the longing, a longing when distant sounds and faraway
Foghorns drive thoughts to reflect on a life visible through some
Smoky cracked mirror, a haunted and haunting steamy mirror.
As I am sort of old now and getting older
There is a vague and odd feeling that I,
Like the kittiwake, somehow must have lost the way.

by Marjorie J. Levine © 2009, 2016




And just when time seems to be moving faster and life is winding down, sometimes we can find happiness and make our dreams come true in unexpected and small scale ways... and even make "A Silent Movie!" 







Sunday, September 3, 2017

and the dogs look back....

Red Bank, NJ? Bordentown, NJ? My father would say: "and the dogs look back when we stop..." Any clues to where this pic was taken? Please leave a comment below:


Tuesday, April 25, 2017

Saturday, April 15, 2017

Friday, April 14, 2017

time traveling on Dutch Broadway

on Dutch Broadway, east of Eastgate:



and now at that location:



on Dutch Broadway, an old farmhouse off Audrey Avenue:



and now: 



on Dutch Broadway, slightly east of Eastgate:

at Dantuono's Nursery now:



On Dutch Broadway, the main house at the Wayside Home for Girls:

at the location of the Wayside Home for Girls administrator's house now: 



On Dutch Broadway. slightly east of North Ascan Street:

at Dutch Broadway and North Ascan Street now: 




and the Valley Stream Historical Society house: Pagan-Fletcher: