Trip Home, Part II: Boats

When Joe and I were visiting his grandparents, we went to the Finger Lakes Boating Museum. This place is terrific.

First, it’s full of boats, mostly beautifully crafted wood boats, all made in the Finger Lakes. The most famous of the boat makers featured here is the Penn Yan Boat Company, named after its hometown on Keuka Lake. Functional works of art.

The second reason this place is incredible is it’s housed in the old Taylor building outside of Hammondsport, former home of one the great wineries of the 20th century. Decades ago I spent a few summers as a tour guide at Taylor-Great Western. Back then it was a big attraction, the largest of dozens of wineries along Keuka and the other Finger Lakes.

The stone building and it’s old offices are in great shape, though a little dusty. We were able to explore much of it, including the arched stone cellar that was once the tasting room on the tour route.

I’m so glad the boating museum has moved in. A building like this, and the boats that call it home, deserve to be taken care of and appreciated.

Finger Lakes Boating Museum

Finger Lakes Boating Museum

Finger Lakes Boating Museum

The museum features restoration and repair facilities.
Finger Lakes Boating Museum

Finger Lakes Boating Museum

Joe looking for a tap.
Finger Lakes Boating Museum

Time to go.
Finger Lakes Boating Museum

Trip Home, Part I: Howard

Joe and I drove up to visit the grandparents last weekend. We highly recommend Western NY in August – it’s hard to beat.

Saturday found us at the Howard Old Home Days. For those of you who live under a rock, Howard may be the center of the universe, roughly equidistant from Avoca, Bath, Hornell and Canisteo. It’s the kind of tiny town thankfully still found all over the country. It has a library and a volunteer fire station, no school of it’s own anymore, but it does rock an annual parade with hand written signs. And it has a killer little historical society.

So if you’re ever in the 14809, especially in August like Joe and I were, consider yourself lucky.

Now let’s get this Margaret Franklin Memorial Parade started, right?!
Howard Old Home Days

Howard Old Home Days

Steuben Co. 2014

When the horses pass, the parade’s over. Bravo Howard!
Howard Old Home Days

Touching

Joe loves a good screen. Phones, TVs, computers – if it lights up he wants to touch it. We got him an iPad a long time ago thinking it would help him learn, but at the time it was just a big distraction. He’d get over excited, swipe and slap at it, and would tune us out completely. It was counter-productive.

Since then he’s used one in preschool, at therapy and (as much as possible) in an organized way at home. Plus he’s matured a lot (he is, after all, about to be a kindergartner). And now it’s starting to click.

Screens like this have incredible potential for anyone, and we’re looking forward to watching Joe continue to learn with his.

Learning

Learning

Learning

Marvel

Joe’s great grandfather used to send us losing Arkansas lottery tickets that we’d enter into second chance drawings. We never won, but we accumulated enough points to order swag from the lottery’s online shop. There’s not much good there, but they have Omaha Steaks. Fourteen steaks, eight hamburgers and eight hot dogs arrived today – thanks to Grandy.

Long story short (too late), they were packed in dry ice. Add a little dramatic lighting and a powerful child model and you get this …

Epic

Epic

Epic

A quiet Sunday for the arts

It was supposed to rain today, so Joe and I went to the Virginia Museum of Fine Art, which is normally a great way to spend a super hot Sunday.

But it didn’t rain, and I thought Joe was going to get us kicked out. Whenever I’d stop to take a photo or read something he’d start to sing. Sometimes when he sings he sounds like a tiny sasquatch scatting, then rolls into a drunken Britney (no autotune). He really is like a tiny, drunk, pop-star bigfoot. Clomping around, grunting, making ridiculous demands and soaking up the attention.

He’s also convinced that my taking his photo should be as difficult as possible. He throws his hands up, squirms, laughs and runs after me.

Back off Kanye, and I’m just doing my job.

VMFA Sunday

VMFA Sunday

VMFA Sunday

Artists looove the sex and violence.

VMFA Sunday

VMFA Sunday

About to flip … I SAID NO PICS NEAR THE CAMEL!

VMFA Sunday

Out to the ballgame

The cousins came to town for the weekend. We hit the arcade last night, and today it was the pool followed by a Richmond Flying Squirrels game. Joe sometimes bounces around in his bed for awhile before falling asleep. Some nights he rolls over and makes clicking noises for a few minutes. Tonight he just closed his eyes and was out.

Our man Joe.
Ballpark

Joe expertly blocks an otherwise mediocre shot of his cousin.
Joe photobombs Dixon

Dixon putting some mojo on the ball.
Ballpark

My wonderful sister-in-law singing “Take Me Out to the Ballgame” as Joe laughs at the barbershop quartet behind us.
Ballpark

Abigail is shocked … Dixon’s mojo has worked! The Squirrels win!
Ballpark

Goodnight ballpark.
Game over

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