tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-57946003189415430292024-03-12T23:08:06.733-04:00Memories of MarbleheadNan and =^..^=http://www.blogger.com/profile/11452734435546862503noreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5794600318941543029.post-61858379896991331972010-01-26T15:44:00.003-05:002010-01-26T15:52:53.202-05:00The House on the Cliff<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjV19lCpAjkP7Y_szrXUrvDxJ0Owv-R-NrNBWhM5NiTeEMbI0ZAOdUg1UXRJZXayfZIaKjx4814RzM7wkmeuPMqe3h7O0hVSZEwFbRPne-W71pS1xUITiku08WVfJjPoqKJYgBYYw_2_FfS/s1600-h/BMH1980RoHseART26ja10.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 317px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjV19lCpAjkP7Y_szrXUrvDxJ0Owv-R-NrNBWhM5NiTeEMbI0ZAOdUg1UXRJZXayfZIaKjx4814RzM7wkmeuPMqe3h7O0hVSZEwFbRPne-W71pS1xUITiku08WVfJjPoqKJYgBYYw_2_FfS/s320/BMH1980RoHseART26ja10.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431152554170152930" border="0" /></a>One of my fondest memories of living in<br />Marblehead, was the opportunity to live<br />on the very top floor of this Victorian home<br />set upon a rocky cliff. It was like a dream.<br />The home belonged to a very warm and<br />generous family who had a fantastic restaurant<br />and I was honored to illustrate their first menu!<br /></div>Nan and =^..^=http://www.blogger.com/profile/11452734435546862503noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5794600318941543029.post-31472127040181717462010-01-10T11:55:00.008-05:002010-01-10T13:14:22.916-05:00Almost There<div style="text-align: center;"><br />Towards the end of December, my husband<br />went to Marblehead to meet with some family.<br />Unfortunately, I had a bad cold so could not go but<br />he so thoughtfully took many photos to bring back<br />so that I almost felt like I was there!<br />I'll be sharing them with you here....<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZtRoQ3XS_hA4asFiga4Kr3z7vmrR-nQWS8G9EX6szTDhB0OveZMxXpd26FcMcO2ulgkVUv_VMFajMw-ttQ6Auuzt92g9NqbnNTvCFeAeyIuF2zLzmtjzKqirfi2TEsYrwLmUk7ms9Eia7/s1600-h/BLM0053MhdbyDave27de09.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 82px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZtRoQ3XS_hA4asFiga4Kr3z7vmrR-nQWS8G9EX6szTDhB0OveZMxXpd26FcMcO2ulgkVUv_VMFajMw-ttQ6Auuzt92g9NqbnNTvCFeAeyIuF2zLzmtjzKqirfi2TEsYrwLmUk7ms9Eia7/s320/BLM0053MhdbyDave27de09.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425155850232344962" border="0" /></a>the harbor...<br /><span style="font-style: italic;">(just click the image to see a larger view of this</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">panorama)</span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiW9lQ9yPtkGCrWf2IhDU3CwoAOS_EiHta8nL7V-zabj0esDfwyGjS9lcdUlaGU_ytQLF77gOEGzq3ekDtH69Ns1nXSeohkqssxXNey1SgA_4gXAPOVxpzx9mOHXLAz8egbZYZf61uTtIZm/s1600-h/BLMStateStreet27de09.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 110px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiW9lQ9yPtkGCrWf2IhDU3CwoAOS_EiHta8nL7V-zabj0esDfwyGjS9lcdUlaGU_ytQLF77gOEGzq3ekDtH69Ns1nXSeohkqssxXNey1SgA_4gXAPOVxpzx9mOHXLAz8egbZYZf61uTtIZm/s320/BLMStateStreet27de09.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425167240671378466" border="0" /></a>State Street, Marblehead... the street where I lived<br />and if you look closely, you can see a glimpse of the<br />harbor at the bottom of the street!<br /><span style="font-style: italic;">( click on the image to see larger)</span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQlaG4W0MaqFaIdg_oHIq2mWLzkBBe1g3OF9I5uyJWUmVLAuG6Kq7u66GXTjMODUA-I4tpS313mMLyldTCvGOya4eDgnnjDIQ86m3NMCSc6dazrWmYD3wCcV7CQq0216eWFyMa7vltM4nB/s1600-h/BLM0048HarborMhd27de09.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 93px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQlaG4W0MaqFaIdg_oHIq2mWLzkBBe1g3OF9I5uyJWUmVLAuG6Kq7u66GXTjMODUA-I4tpS313mMLyldTCvGOya4eDgnnjDIQ86m3NMCSc6dazrWmYD3wCcV7CQq0216eWFyMa7vltM4nB/s320/BLM0048HarborMhd27de09.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425169744611860674" border="0" /></a>the harbor at the end of State Street, Marblehead<br />in December 2009...<br /><span style="font-style: italic;">(this image also gets larger when you click on it)</span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLcOk79xLPku7fNXSMcFxSl1q1MiuTYVIgLE-W76r234nJUZtu3JMuBD2oKH9PA1xz3YzCXFAvbmU74IeOBGM-asDyfB54qp1i5Obzyygt7g2pXmNI7I9MRTL9gyRZq7dKCBVV3VtzipH-/s1600-h/BLM0052CrockerParkMhd27de09.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 38px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLcOk79xLPku7fNXSMcFxSl1q1MiuTYVIgLE-W76r234nJUZtu3JMuBD2oKH9PA1xz3YzCXFAvbmU74IeOBGM-asDyfB54qp1i5Obzyygt7g2pXmNI7I9MRTL9gyRZq7dKCBVV3VtzipH-/s320/BLM0052CrockerParkMhd27de09.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425175779077405330" border="0" /></a>Crocker Park, Marblehead...<br /><span style="font-style: italic;">(this panorama will enlarge when you click on the image)</span><br /></div>Nan and =^..^=http://www.blogger.com/profile/11452734435546862503noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5794600318941543029.post-20107476910886389122009-11-27T17:19:00.020-05:002009-11-29T17:19:51.757-05:00My Home Near the Harbor<div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: center;">Looking through my old drawing<br />books helps me to recall fond memories.<br /> Was a time when I carried my drawing books with<br />me and they became visual diaries. I tried to capture something<br />every day with my pens and watercolors ...<br />I was finding my way on my own as a wandering artist.<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKicNsCKmNm12zv-k4vgguGDs0spqkgtMVnv6dn-QJSi5d7hpEDPT1U4Hzhq-Z3Vzz0Vi12fb36DtXu3Y71whfQvr98ngPt4qjvlHT92LOpXcqUSBjeMuU1f2-9ilUPgVOiJGx4MEoEdOS/s1600/BM3510MHdStaStDrawingBk24no09+.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 260px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKicNsCKmNm12zv-k4vgguGDs0spqkgtMVnv6dn-QJSi5d7hpEDPT1U4Hzhq-Z3Vzz0Vi12fb36DtXu3Y71whfQvr98ngPt4qjvlHT92LOpXcqUSBjeMuU1f2-9ilUPgVOiJGx4MEoEdOS/s320/BM3510MHdStaStDrawingBk24no09+.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408912262926497794" border="0" /></a><br />It was in the autumn when I had moved from Boston<br />to Marblehead...<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqCUVzhrhALF2hQZDjnrfHxOqoZjUjCyXRnlzKvPbeqg3jJj6vBjNqVzkS6i2RM_YGc7GD7TH7mlQL8dYcjYfCrrzp2HHP2HQtuMhmnCZQAtxn0-IuCBJpbnuqp4k5T2E83iF9Vdkjmcsq/s1600/BM6606RoomMhd29no09.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 292px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqCUVzhrhALF2hQZDjnrfHxOqoZjUjCyXRnlzKvPbeqg3jJj6vBjNqVzkS6i2RM_YGc7GD7TH7mlQL8dYcjYfCrrzp2HHP2HQtuMhmnCZQAtxn0-IuCBJpbnuqp4k5T2E83iF9Vdkjmcsq/s320/BM6606RoomMhd29no09.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409584018304689554" border="0" /></a><br />a little room on the 2nd floor of an old house with<br />slanting floors in an apartment I shared with two<br />others and a cat belonging to one of them named Aboo.<br />I recall that the man who lived above us grew vegetables on the<br />roof of the the house and buckets of<br />dirt could be see through our kitchen window being<br />hoisted up to the roof!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhdi3uEJ7C7jO7hz2fuVN5DPYYo2kR32wpyfKrm13WBxjLOwPZkrBUjt3WkdVXcO-L9bp9w7LTkvECvd3wpjtWswq5HqQbipFSuJ_BlKKPh1j6soRRz-QM6VNaL6gzVSC4lNtvl9sAtYeC/s1600/BM3526ABOOMHdDrwngBk24no09+.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 226px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhdi3uEJ7C7jO7hz2fuVN5DPYYo2kR32wpyfKrm13WBxjLOwPZkrBUjt3WkdVXcO-L9bp9w7LTkvECvd3wpjtWswq5HqQbipFSuJ_BlKKPh1j6soRRz-QM6VNaL6gzVSC4lNtvl9sAtYeC/s320/BM3526ABOOMHdDrwngBk24no09+.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409174825432010818" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);font-size:85%;" ><span style="font-style: italic;">"Aboo"</span></span><br /><br />It was on a street in the Old Town between the harbor<br />at the bottom of the street<br /></div><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqPwKX9StoxsqmCssYIy0TPbr6AWDjtH2vUHkVUQqqZAtOK2F7Z2CkAQU1iD0V2QoEoJo8Oz8fU9CivMHv-z7hXutfuI_HESjOSmRqFgCIK1CLMyjdQHHtz3uN0Vwiao8aOKJ050njQVAG/s1600/BM3491MHdHarborDrwingBk24no09.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 254px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqPwKX9StoxsqmCssYIy0TPbr6AWDjtH2vUHkVUQqqZAtOK2F7Z2CkAQU1iD0V2QoEoJo8Oz8fU9CivMHv-z7hXutfuI_HESjOSmRqFgCIK1CLMyjdQHHtz3uN0Vwiao8aOKJ050njQVAG/s320/BM3491MHdHarborDrwingBk24no09.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408912472356867890" border="0" /></a><br />and the shops at the top.<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvTMU_H25vRWkHcbb05HfQMA9w2XNK4mBl5Qm-aXrk7dz4ll4RuDeFhjDLBoyyrFYE58w5AuGLnxIsuF4EZVDXufKv5FYo8ihmZ93wtWe0ylmbW9BRcNvea-3A_aXZqxVFYB_2eYYI5ZtO/s1600/BM3493MHdShopsDrawBk24no09.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 242px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvTMU_H25vRWkHcbb05HfQMA9w2XNK4mBl5Qm-aXrk7dz4ll4RuDeFhjDLBoyyrFYE58w5AuGLnxIsuF4EZVDXufKv5FYo8ihmZ93wtWe0ylmbW9BRcNvea-3A_aXZqxVFYB_2eYYI5ZtO/s320/BM3493MHdShopsDrawBk24no09.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409176870618445314" border="0" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;">to be continued...<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuE5yw3uZ5JERFUatccBP1Mz_PQcd6XJWWWD4DK2IFFHHrVFwH6t3AutlezQDYJO-8BIIHoamzKT-DKLKH98CRLcWMoyCqBanIWGtO1f_GkFZL2a6aCqEadeyos1YJA-asPzx7MYZuVlIq/s1600/BM3498MHdBoatsDrwngBk24no09.jpg"><br /></a></div>Nan and =^..^=http://www.blogger.com/profile/11452734435546862503noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5794600318941543029.post-74336956499277031622009-11-24T14:38:00.011-05:002009-11-24T18:51:48.750-05:00Perusing My Old Drawing Books<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-69_Tg6bd4M-xaaIZmCv_-h1HjPGWq6EBHujwdA6AQr93LbMHxEcmHY34vbbyZqFkp-VRLNqdClPsdpPk5LsQDurNEUE87F7tz-M7_WmZqSh_3nAqyqgOMhwm3NU9fnFKjmfZUlUnvHmN/s1600/BM3468BroDrawingBks24no09+copy.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 229px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-69_Tg6bd4M-xaaIZmCv_-h1HjPGWq6EBHujwdA6AQr93LbMHxEcmHY34vbbyZqFkp-VRLNqdClPsdpPk5LsQDurNEUE87F7tz-M7_WmZqSh_3nAqyqgOMhwm3NU9fnFKjmfZUlUnvHmN/s320/BM3468BroDrawingBks24no09+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407757595568807682" border="0" /></a><br />This seemed like a good afternoon to<br />take some of my old drawing books out of<br />their special storage box<br />and browse through them...<br />I was joined by my cat, Brody.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlUG3jK-ISm-K_SoSjXxnrS1iPJj2pfY2wF20gl0KMzP3gttomVR0yMocLOyMiL-l0Gv7EOBNeRHu2JrHnOOJ9suTmTjmyKRkFPdXPYAc6oXCXL2u1FmZ7l2hiehIYjdthB3OHlyX5GxKX/s1600/BM3480BostonDrwngBk24no09.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlUG3jK-ISm-K_SoSjXxnrS1iPJj2pfY2wF20gl0KMzP3gttomVR0yMocLOyMiL-l0Gv7EOBNeRHu2JrHnOOJ9suTmTjmyKRkFPdXPYAc6oXCXL2u1FmZ7l2hiehIYjdthB3OHlyX5GxKX/s320/BM3480BostonDrwngBk24no09.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407757763673935938" border="0" /></a>Looking back, while I was living in Boston,<br />I kept a visual journal of my city<br />experiences with my pen & ink and<br />watercolors. Every day my drawing book came along<br />with me wherever I went<br />just as my camera is with me these days!<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQD4tGd4sZAb9phvcTZUf5L6HmCyzgm9kPxIFsly3t1eatlIgK01KH9F-Ldo_Ql6NxJP8ypwqNogdkp-my9x20r93gEKyOfpzWtmXxzDO8QBVVkmYFxBkL_uPvS1L6t9NUiKuOeFVORm6n/s1600/BM3471BroMhdDrawingBks24no09.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQD4tGd4sZAb9phvcTZUf5L6HmCyzgm9kPxIFsly3t1eatlIgK01KH9F-Ldo_Ql6NxJP8ypwqNogdkp-my9x20r93gEKyOfpzWtmXxzDO8QBVVkmYFxBkL_uPvS1L6t9NUiKuOeFVORm6n/s320/BM3471BroMhdDrawingBks24no09.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407757441600338546" border="0" /></a><br />Brody has taken a great interest in my old drawing books<br />and has seemed to claim the ones<br />of Marblehead below.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTnZTp-UHCx_IAZ7UFgo5M3-tG38UwD8twVm-oD1Li0XBeRcxFR2hQTT1UQwzjFrKJrrBsZhOLL7WhDiVY0EO7bKvCl3GFGlds9P5CrHoxH7An_KlKDRtwlim40Nc0JpfTZyvQBAwLfE2s/s1600/BM3482BroMhdDrwingBks24no09.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTnZTp-UHCx_IAZ7UFgo5M3-tG38UwD8twVm-oD1Li0XBeRcxFR2hQTT1UQwzjFrKJrrBsZhOLL7WhDiVY0EO7bKvCl3GFGlds9P5CrHoxH7An_KlKDRtwlim40Nc0JpfTZyvQBAwLfE2s/s320/BM3482BroMhdDrwingBks24no09.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407760595478769154" border="0" /></a><br />The summer before I moved to Marblehead,<br />a friend who knew how much I wanted to live<br />near the sea would drive up to the North Shore<br />of Boston with me to help me find a place to rent...<br />visiting Rockport, Lanesville, Gloucester,<br />Magnolia and Marblehead and capturing each place<br />in my drawing books. At the time I really didn't know<br />where I would end up or how I was to survive as a<br />young starving artist!<br /><br />To be continued....<br /></div>Nan and =^..^=http://www.blogger.com/profile/11452734435546862503noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5794600318941543029.post-1556092507199701692009-11-22T08:35:00.004-05:002009-11-22T08:42:09.524-05:00A Special Time and Place<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUkhaKACzM-q3IMIfU1b7bfl6TfYPC4AfJ4zgTGdZMbsx0vxiTl_Cq-YdgfHQ8KUKosZzWuDu4CGGL7Fb-jf_Wsvc-voC5Lhcz2e-tGAf045Mld4_TIlLz94cvGNPgCwDUMIckY0rJPwnp/s1600/BMMhdBusStp.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 126px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUkhaKACzM-q3IMIfU1b7bfl6TfYPC4AfJ4zgTGdZMbsx0vxiTl_Cq-YdgfHQ8KUKosZzWuDu4CGGL7Fb-jf_Wsvc-voC5Lhcz2e-tGAf045Mld4_TIlLz94cvGNPgCwDUMIckY0rJPwnp/s320/BMMhdBusStp.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406921373067384130" border="0" /></a><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">My love of the sea led me to Marblehead,<br /> a small, quaint, historic seacoast town<br /> on the North Shore of Boston when I was a<br />young artist who had been living in the city of<br />Boston after graduating from college in the country.<br />This blog will be a recollection of that special time<br />through my art and drawing books and stories of<br />my love for Marblehead and the people I met.<br /></div>Nan and =^..^=http://www.blogger.com/profile/11452734435546862503noreply@blogger.com7