Car-stewed Applesauce
The arc of history


Mitza called to tell me that today would be Barba's 100th birthday. This isn't a picture of him, but is an image that looks like him that I've had for years it captures his spirit and sweet smile. He was my great-Uncle and Jelisava's youngest son (in the local Croatian dialect, "Barba" means "uncle" and is also a term used to address older seafaring men). Born in Camden, he worked on ships and told wonderful stories. One of my earliest memories is of Barba taking my older brother and me to the park near his house in Philadelphia. His love and affection for me is one of the little miracles in my life. / Remembering Camden NJ in 1908

What shall I give? and which are my miracles?
To me the sea is a continual miracle,
The fishes that swim — the rocks — the motion of the waves — the ships with men on them,
What stranger miracles are there?

~ Walt Whitman (an excerpt from Miracles; Leaves of Grass)


Older Bro

Wow! That does remind me of Bart.

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