Sept. 5
We made some shopping and walked around the stores just for time killing.
We leaved New York from the Kennedy airport to London at 20.15 with PanAm and arrived on the morning at 9.00 London.
The first custom inspection in foreign contry England. This token more than one a half hour the custody inspection
Bernes Hotel London
Monday, September 5, 2011
Sunday, September 4, 2011
Mate Szedlak's Travel Journal Sept 4, 1966
Sept. 4.
Sight seeing of the City of New York. Have seen the Cathedral of St. John the Divine. The building is Gothic style. The construction had begun on 1820, and will be completed maybe on the year of 2000. It will be the largest and the impressive Cathedral in the U.S.A. St. Patric Cathedral, it look like the famous cathedral of Cologne (Germany) Greenwich Village, The Harlem, The Negro and Porto Rican section and the China Town. Rockefeller Center, Radio City Music Hal, United Nation Building, Washington bridge, Brooklyn bridge the longest in the U.S.A. wich connect the Manhatten Island. It spans the bay.
Statue of Liberty. We walked up on the top into the statue. Afterward we could hardly stand on our legs.
We also went up with the lift on the Empire State building to the 102 coud floor. It is the tallest building in the World. It rained the whole day, so I couldn’t take pictures of the city.
We came back to our Hotel exhausted and tired.
Sight seeing of the City of New York. Have seen the Cathedral of St. John the Divine. The building is Gothic style. The construction had begun on 1820, and will be completed maybe on the year of 2000. It will be the largest and the impressive Cathedral in the U.S.A. St. Patric Cathedral, it look like the famous cathedral of Cologne (Germany) Greenwich Village, The Harlem, The Negro and Porto Rican section and the China Town. Rockefeller Center, Radio City Music Hal, United Nation Building, Washington bridge, Brooklyn bridge the longest in the U.S.A. wich connect the Manhatten Island. It spans the bay.
Statue of Liberty. We walked up on the top into the statue. Afterward we could hardly stand on our legs.
We also went up with the lift on the Empire State building to the 102 coud floor. It is the tallest building in the World. It rained the whole day, so I couldn’t take pictures of the city.
We came back to our Hotel exhausted and tired.
Saturday, September 3, 2011
Mate Szedlak's Travel Journal Sept 3, 1966
New York Sept 3.
Motor Hotel
Two hundred miles long sightseeing in the State of New York, at long the Hudson River. We went through the Washington Hil, the 10m. long Rockefeller estate,
Rockefeller Country Club, where the membership cost for the first year $50.000.00, The state gas chamber and electric chair. The pigeon Mountain with the highest and sloppiest railroad in the world. Bear Pigeon Bridge, Bear Mountain, St. John Seminary, West Point the great military academy and Cadeth Chapel.
Statues of G. Washington and of Colonel Thayer, the father of the military academy and the war heros of the West Point. The 140 acres Hyde Park of the Franklin D. Roosevelt home and birth place. The garden of roses and the groves where president Roosevelt and Mrs. Eleanor Roosevelt are buried. The whole place is a museum now. We had a good diner at the famous Bear Mountain Restaurant.
On the home way, we went on the other side of the Hudson River.
On the steep ridge of the Anthony’s Nose, a road carved through the rock directly above the Hudson River.
It has a glorious beauty, scenery. The whole ride was 11 hours.
Motor Hotel
Two hundred miles long sightseeing in the State of New York, at long the Hudson River. We went through the Washington Hil, the 10m. long Rockefeller estate,
Rockefeller Country Club, where the membership cost for the first year $50.000.00, The state gas chamber and electric chair. The pigeon Mountain with the highest and sloppiest railroad in the world. Bear Pigeon Bridge, Bear Mountain, St. John Seminary, West Point the great military academy and Cadeth Chapel.
Statues of G. Washington and of Colonel Thayer, the father of the military academy and the war heros of the West Point. The 140 acres Hyde Park of the Franklin D. Roosevelt home and birth place. The garden of roses and the groves where president Roosevelt and Mrs. Eleanor Roosevelt are buried. The whole place is a museum now. We had a good diner at the famous Bear Mountain Restaurant.
On the home way, we went on the other side of the Hudson River.
On the steep ridge of the Anthony’s Nose, a road carved through the rock directly above the Hudson River.
It has a glorious beauty, scenery. The whole ride was 11 hours.
Friday, September 2, 2011
Mate Szedlak's Travel Journal Sept 2, 1966
Sept 2
We leaved Washington D.C. at 11.30 and arrived in New York at 12.35 after noon, we made a walk at long The Broadway.
We leaved Washington D.C. at 11.30 and arrived in New York at 12.35 after noon, we made a walk at long The Broadway.
Wednesday, August 31, 2011
Mate Szedlak's travel journal Sept 1 1966
Washington Sep. 1
Manger Hamilton Hotel.
Sight seeing. The City was over kroudet with tourists. We have seen The Capitol Hill, White house, the court palace of Justice, Lincoln Museum, the former Theater where Lincoln was shot and the house where he died. Mount Vernon, Washington’s birth place. The historical Church of Christ in Alexandria, The pentagon bldg. and the Arlington cemetery and the grove of President Kennedy.
On our tour, we had a delicious diner at the Hogotas Resturant in Alexandria.
Manger Hamilton Hotel.
Sight seeing. The City was over kroudet with tourists. We have seen The Capitol Hill, White house, the court palace of Justice, Lincoln Museum, the former Theater where Lincoln was shot and the house where he died. Mount Vernon, Washington’s birth place. The historical Church of Christ in Alexandria, The pentagon bldg. and the Arlington cemetery and the grove of President Kennedy.
On our tour, we had a delicious diner at the Hogotas Resturant in Alexandria.
Tuesday, August 30, 2011
Mate & Theresia Szedlak's trip around the world
This summer I enjoyed a family reunion with my Dad’s side of the family. I even got a story I wrote about it in the River Falls Journal.
I spent a lot of time in the last year prepping for this event by scanning old photos and slides. There was one photo I failed to find. It was a portrait Grandma Szedlak had taken of her and her three children during the war. Grandpa was off with the military and Grandma feared that they wouldn’t all make it through the war alive, so she had the picture taken. While at my folks for the reunion, I made a frantic search for the missing picture. We never did find it, but in the process I found my Grandfather’s travel log from the trip they took around the world in 1966. I was happily surprised to discover it was in English. My first scanning project had been photos taken during that trip—most of them of my Grandmother as Grandpa almost never let her use the camera. For my blog this year I’m going to transcribe his entries. My grandfather wrote with an accent. For me it’s part of the charm of his entries, so I don’t plan to do much, if any, editing. It was 45 years ago today that they left their home in River Falls to visit family in Europe, the Middle East, and Asia. The journal ends before they got home and not every day has an entry but I hope you will enjoy the ride.
Mate Szedlak’s Journal from his trip around the world
After 6 months of preparing and planning our trip around the world, we leaved in God’s name, our home on 31 of August 1966 and went to the Minneapolis airport and at 17.50 we flyet with the Pan Am Jet to Washington DC. We arrived in Washington at 22.00
Saturday, July 16, 2011
Gifts from cats.
There is much in my life that is too dull to post and things going on in and around my life that I should not speak of in such a public venue, so I’ve been at a loss for good blog topics.
For a short time after Easter I thought I’d be spending my July moving to another state, but that opportunity sadly fell through. So we are here. In an effort to make the best of things I’ve been systematically cleaning each room of our small home in a manner similar to what one does in preparation for a move. It’s been good to de-clutter my space. I’ve also started to make some other changes that I may relate here in a few weeks, but I want those changes to become closer to habits before I speak of them on this blog.
This summer has been good in a few ways. First we have an air conditioner—small underpowered unit but coupled with a powerful small fan (on loan from Latif’s brother) we’ve been able to keep the house dry and usually under 80 degrees.
This summer we also have a cat. He used to hang out in the bedroom most of the evening, but he doesn’t like the noise, or perhaps the cold, and has taken to napping by the front door—a space he is blocked from in the winter in an effort to cut down on drafts.
In North Dakota I had a cat, Neko. He was a strictly outdoor animal and in the spring would forgo his dry food and hunt fresh meat. His diet was varied. He’d even eat leftover stew—all but the peas (a very smart animal in my estimation—I HATE PEAS.) Much of his summer was spent hanging out by the big front picture window waiting for a bird to mistake it for sky and slam into it. The stunned bird on the sidewalk easily became lunch, and Neko would proudly stroll the front walk with bird feet hanging out of his mouth. In the late fall, without fail he would find a small mouse or shrew and leave it as a gift at our back step. Neko was a farm cat and a fine hunter with all his tools and weapons.
Dorian is not a farm cat. He has no claws and aside from the odd insect that he encounters, does not catch is own food. He has (like the priest in my husband’s favorite movie) a rather “capricious stomach” and aside from buttered croissants has showed zero interest in anything we eat. He is rather inept at stalking and pouncing and aside from a few ventures to our deck and the front walk to get a good brush down to deal with shedding, he never goes outside. He is the opposite of Neko. But after his own fashion he likes to leave us offerings. Pictured is a toy of his. I call it the “jingle sock.” There are bells tucked in that sound when he plays with it. Every few days I wake up in the morning to find that Dorian has left it at the foot of our bed. He will not play with it again until I toss it back into the living room. Then he will in the night attack it and leave it for us as a gift.
REG
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For a short time after Easter I thought I’d be spending my July moving to another state, but that opportunity sadly fell through. So we are here. In an effort to make the best of things I’ve been systematically cleaning each room of our small home in a manner similar to what one does in preparation for a move. It’s been good to de-clutter my space. I’ve also started to make some other changes that I may relate here in a few weeks, but I want those changes to become closer to habits before I speak of them on this blog.
This summer has been good in a few ways. First we have an air conditioner—small underpowered unit but coupled with a powerful small fan (on loan from Latif’s brother) we’ve been able to keep the house dry and usually under 80 degrees.
This summer we also have a cat. He used to hang out in the bedroom most of the evening, but he doesn’t like the noise, or perhaps the cold, and has taken to napping by the front door—a space he is blocked from in the winter in an effort to cut down on drafts.
In North Dakota I had a cat, Neko. He was a strictly outdoor animal and in the spring would forgo his dry food and hunt fresh meat. His diet was varied. He’d even eat leftover stew—all but the peas (a very smart animal in my estimation—I HATE PEAS.) Much of his summer was spent hanging out by the big front picture window waiting for a bird to mistake it for sky and slam into it. The stunned bird on the sidewalk easily became lunch, and Neko would proudly stroll the front walk with bird feet hanging out of his mouth. In the late fall, without fail he would find a small mouse or shrew and leave it as a gift at our back step. Neko was a farm cat and a fine hunter with all his tools and weapons.
Dorian is not a farm cat. He has no claws and aside from the odd insect that he encounters, does not catch is own food. He has (like the priest in my husband’s favorite movie) a rather “capricious stomach” and aside from buttered croissants has showed zero interest in anything we eat. He is rather inept at stalking and pouncing and aside from a few ventures to our deck and the front walk to get a good brush down to deal with shedding, he never goes outside. He is the opposite of Neko. But after his own fashion he likes to leave us offerings. Pictured is a toy of his. I call it the “jingle sock.” There are bells tucked in that sound when he plays with it. Every few days I wake up in the morning to find that Dorian has left it at the foot of our bed. He will not play with it again until I toss it back into the living room. Then he will in the night attack it and leave it for us as a gift.
REG
lhg edited and approved
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