This is Connie Knapp's on-line journal, containing periodic musings on my day-to-day life.
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There's more to tell and I'll blog some more later, but here's our finished house, all but the roof. Here's our team, along with the masons and the family (and a few extra kids who we picked up along the way!)
Connie, I see the finished house is made with concrete blocks. If you were handling the bocks, I hope you were wearing gloves - on second thought,I'm sure you were otherwise your hands would never be the same. Looking forward to seeing you when you get home. Love, Dad
Pat, My Spanish improved greatly-by the end of the week I was able to have whole conversations. Nicaraguans drop the "s" at the end of the word-dias becomes dia. It took a while, but I finally caught on. My trip was definitely enriched because I could speak Spanish; I was able to have one-on-one conversations, and to introduce myself without a translator. Quite a thrill! I'll make sure that my Dad knows that you and Robert were going to stop by-if you are ever in the old neighborhood again, make sure you visit himn!
Connie, I've been looking for a house. How about helping build it? Ha Ha. Seeing how others live is humbling. We are so much about owning so much stuff. Being thankful and spending time validating others is a better way to exist.
Thanks for sharing your experience, Cynthia Maddox
We sure are. One of the teenagers commented that she didn't know how she would go back to her "old" life-that she wanted to go home and throw out all her stuff. You kind of get that way....
Where have the pandemic years gone? Feels like "down the drain." It's been nearly two years since I last posted, and although life has returned to some semblance of "normal," whatever that means, I'm still having difficulty remembering when things happened. I've taken to saying, "Is that BC (before COVID)?" And now it's Passover and Easter again. Back to large seders--fourteen this year on the second night of Passover-and sunrise services. Wishing everyone a healthy and happy Easter/Passover/Ramadan. Peace.
Things are weird in the Corey-Knapp household. I just found a draft of a post I wrote in July but never published. Oh well, that's old news. We're going a little stir crazy. Oh, we've been out of the house. We've gotten haircuts, gone shopping, been to the dentist (both of us), and even a few doctor's appointments. Okay, more than a few--remember, we're old. But now that we're both retired we would like to be traveling, to somewhere other than Whole Foods. And now this (as John Oliver would say)-the election! I am stunned that so many people could vote for Trump after these past four years, especially after these past eight months. But I'm particularly stunned that people who call themselves Christians could vote for him. When I see signs like "Catholics for Trump" or learn that friends of mine think he's done great things for the economy, I realize that we live in two different Americas. A friend recently posted on Facebook "Well,
How great to be able to post about summer plans, even though one set of plans was precipitated by my dad's death. A big part of our summer (unplanned for!) is cleaning out the house on Rhodes Street. My dad died on May 29th, at 99 years and 4 months (although I’ve been saying 99 ½). The picture below was taken on January 11, 2020, Dad's 98th birthday. We were at Jonathan's in New Hyde Park. Jonathan's was dad's favorite restaurant, and where we had the funeral lunch. We moved into the house on Rhodes Street in New Hyde Park in 1955 and although we cleaned it out a bit when mom died in 1998 there is still a ton of stuff, including furniture, that nobody wants. My sister Gini, my brother-in-law Bob, Anne, and I have spent five full days working on this over the last six weeks. Two of those days included filling a dumpster with the help of our cousin Jack. The plan is one more day of work and then we’re hiring someone who specializes in cleaning out houses. Once it’s
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I see the finished house is made with concrete blocks. If you were handling the bocks, I hope you were wearing gloves - on second thought,I'm sure you were otherwise your hands would never be the same. Looking forward to seeing you when you get home.
Love,
Dad
Yes, we were wearing gloves-our hands were a mess anyway.
We're home, I'll call you soon.
Love,
Connie
What a great adventure! Yours is the first blog I've ever logged on to---great way to share your trip. Did your Spanish improve?
Regards,
Pat (Garvin)
PS: Tell your Dad I'm really sorry Rob and I didn't stop in to say hello a couple of years ago!
My Spanish improved greatly-by the end of the week I was able to have whole conversations. Nicaraguans drop the "s" at the end of the word-dias becomes dia. It took a while, but I finally caught on.
My trip was definitely enriched because I could speak Spanish; I was able to have one-on-one conversations, and to introduce myself without a translator. Quite a thrill!
I'll make sure that my Dad knows that you and Robert were going to stop by-if you are ever in the old neighborhood again, make sure you visit himn!
I've been looking for a house. How about helping build it? Ha Ha.
Seeing how others live is humbling. We are so much about owning so much stuff. Being thankful and spending time validating others is a better way to exist.
Thanks for sharing your experience,
Cynthia Maddox
You kind of get that way....