La Mano Hispana 2014 - a pictoral essay

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 



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La Mano Hispana 2015

Come and join us on Friday, October 2, 2015 for the Opening of

La Mano Hispana

at

Milander Center 7 p.m.

 

 

 

 

 

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This time last year: Summer 2014 a pictoral essay

The Build Out!



No words.  This time last year we were busting it off. 

Following the October 2013 meeting and negotiations to renew our lease at Southeast Financial Center, White & Case Miami had been astir with activity. The Miami office’s Admin. commenced moving operations on November 1, 2013, with a completion deadline of July 31, 2014. The move was projected to merge four floors into three, eliminate six auxiliary file rooms and three centralized rooms, and several dozen file cabinets.

Scintillating as the information was at that moment, we were about to face a formidable adversary in the form of paper, boxes, desks, equipment and rearranging objects and furniture that were once permanent and nailed down.  It was a challenging and singular experience and what a time it was!

 

 

 

 

 

Memories!

 

 

 

 We didn't find the Ark, but we had a lot of fun trying!

 

Enjoy the ride pilgrim!

 

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Memorial Day Weekend 2015 - some memories

Am I old?  I was at the Worlds Fair in New York in 64!

 

A caveat from Memorial Day Weekend.

In a nutshell, while most people find their way to the ocean or some form of celebration honoring those in service to our country, I sadly submit I stayed home.  I did however,  manage to marathon through "A Band of Brothers" for  a solid eight hours and "Saving Private Ryan" for another three.  There were more films, but I slept through some of them. Rest and resting horizontally prevailed.

While people came and went from hotel Barbosa for three days, I was able to spend time with my grown up and not so grown up kids in ways that resemble episodes of Seinfeld. We visited classic conversations of almost nothing.

Seinfeld daily usages e.g.:

Every time Mark talks glass shatters. He’s a high talker.” 
Or:  
 “It’s like everything she was telling me was a secret. She was a low talker.”
Or even:
GEORGE: Why don't they have salsa on the table?
JERRY: What do you need salsa for?
GEORGE: Salsa is now the number one condiment in America.
JERRY: You know why? Because people like to say "salsa." "Excuse me, do  you have salsa?" "We need more salsa." "Where is the salsa? No salsa?"
GEORGE: You know it must be impossible for a Spanish person to order  seltzer and not get salsa. (Angry) "I wanted seltzer, not salsa."
JERRY: "Don't you know the difference between seltzer and salsa?? You have the seltzer after the salsa!"
...and so forth.

We managed to talk up a storm about all sorts of oddities. 

Naturally, baby food banter is part of having a new baby in the family. And yes, as a result of the nonsense and conversation with my son Tony about the finer flavors of baby food a lip smacking memory emerged; Gerber's spaghetti,  tomato sauce and beef dinner. I recalled the day this delicacy tasted best; August 1964 on the ferry to Liberty Island to see the Statue of Liberty with my mother. This buried flavor of my virgin toddler palate was the best compote in the world.  For a moment, I could almost taste it  again and similarly a mist of childhood memories began to surface. 

I spent most of the holiday weekend in bed. In those moments that I wasn't watching D Day movies, I made my way from room to room looking for the box with photographs my mother saved filled with visages of our younger days.   I am fairly certain she meant for these images to return to the coffee table on any weekend dedicated to time travel.

I had forgotten that I was one of 51 million people that visited the Worlds Fair in New York 1964. 



August 1964 - the Unisphere                               Me near Paris Pavilion below 

Here I am with Snow White and Doc

I  too had forgotten that while we were in New York that August of 64 my father stayed in Miami to fend for himself in the face of Hurricane Cleo a category 2 storm with winds of 110 mph.

I hope to dig up some more Kodak moments.  Perhaps the photographs will awaken dormant memories in days to come. 

Hope you had a great Memorial day and Buen Camino!

 

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Immaculate Conception Mother's Day Concert May 1, 2015

 

 

Please join us at Immaculate Conception Catholic Church for a Mother's Day Benefit Concert

May 1, 2015 at 7 p.m.

Mercy Hall

$15 per ticket

Address: 4497 W 1st Ave, Hialeah, FL 33012

Phone:(305) 822-2011

 

 

 

 

 

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Morning Has Broken

As the angel said to the women, “He is risen! He is not here. See the place where they laid Him.” (Mark 16:6).

The time to journey to Emmaus has arrived.  As we stand before the empty tomb, we walk in the light of a new day. 
The empty tomb stands as a constant reminder that Jesus is alive and He is among us. He is alive and He is working.  He might not be doing exactly what I want Him to be doing, but there’s no doubt that He’s doing something glorious. Morning has broken...

 

Morning has Broken

 

Morning has broken like the first morning
Blackbird has spoken like the first bird
Praise for the singing, praise for the morning
Praise for them springing fresh from the Word

Sweet the rains new fall, sunlit from Heaven
Like the first dewfall on the first grass
Praise for the sweetness of the wet garden
Sprung in completeness where His feet pass

Mine is the sunlight, mine is the morning
Born of the one light, Eden saw play
Praise with elation, praise every morning
God's recreation of the new day

Morning has broken like the first morning
Blackbird has spoken like the first bird
Praise for the singing, praise for the morning
Praise for them springing fresh from the Word

 

 

 

 

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For Karin K

Meet 'Dolce far Niente' below : sweet doing nothing...

and for this I continue to wait...

 

 

 

The Wait Poem

Wait
by Russell Kelfer

Desperately, helplessly, longingly, I cried;
Quietly, patiently, lovingly, God replied.
I pled and I wept for a clue to my fate . . .
And the Master so gently said, "Wait."

“Wait? you say wait?" my indignant reply.
“Lord, I need answers, I need to know why!
Is your hand shortened? Or have you not heard?
By faith I have asked, and I'm claiming your Word.

“My future and all to which I relate
Hangs in the balance, and you tell me to wait?
I'm needing a 'yes', a go-ahead sign,
Or even a 'no' to which I can resign.

“You promised, dear Lord, that if we believe,
We need but to ask, and we shall receive.
And Lord I've been asking, and this is my cry:
I'm weary of asking! I need a reply."

Then quietly, softly, I learned of my fate,
As my Master replied again, "Wait."
So I slumped in my chair, defeated and taut,
And grumbled to God, "So, I'm waiting for what?"

He seemed then to kneel, and His eyes met with mine . . .
and He tenderly said, "I could give you a sign.
I could shake the heavens and darken the sun.
I could raise the dead and cause mountains to run.

"I could give all you seek and pleased you would be.
You'd have what you want, but you wouldn't know Me.
You'd not know the depth of my love for each saint.
You'd not know the power that I give to the faint.
"You'd not learn to see through clouds of despair;
You'd not learn to trust just by knowing I'm there.
You'd not know the joy of resting in Me
When darkness and silence are all you can see.

"You'd never experience the fullness of love
When the peace of My spirit descends like a dove.
You would know that I give, and I save, for a start,
But you'd not know the depth of the beat of My heart.

"The glow of my comfort late into the night,
The faith that I give when you walk without sight.
The depth that's beyond getting just what you ask
From an infinite God who makes what you have last.

"You'd never know, should your pain quickly flee,
What it means that My grace is sufficient for thee.
Yes, your dearest dreams overnight would come true,
But, oh, the loss, if you missed what I'm doing in you.

"So, be silent, my child, and in time you will see
That the greatest of gifts is to truly know me.
And though oft My answers seem terribly late,
My most precious answer of all is still . . . Wait."

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Happy Birthday Franz Schubert - A January Soiree 2015

Myself, Maria Aurora and Dr. D

 

In celebration of Franz Schubert's birthday a small gathering of friends came together for a Schubertian Soiree /Piano at Quatro Manos on Saturday, January 31, 2015 at the Dr. D Conservatory of Music and paint & piano arts studio.  Dr. D and visiting artist from Washington D.C., Maria Aurora Garcia Sinicropi,  paid homage to the 19th century composer by visiting piano duet fantasies and rondos.

The evening opened with sweet Olivia Pereira, the conservatory's youngest star. 

Sweet Olivia Pereira

 

The dashing Christopher Alfonso

To follow, Christopher Alfonso briskly allowed his hands to travel over the ivories with precision; an accomplished and applied student.

The lights remained dim and the sounds of Shubert permeated the walls and hearts of all present.

 

 

 

 

Until next year Franz.  Perhaps we will celebrate your birthday again. 

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