Raritan River Trail - Edison, NJ

A tributary of the mighty Raritan.


The noble gull surveys his realm.


Home sweet home (to a swallow).


Black buzzard. (Don't stand too still for too long.)


Robin's egg -- or jelly bean?


Going at a snail's pace.


Don't rush throught the bullrushes.


The bucolic Edison Boat Basin.


Shore looks nice.


The mighty Raritan - or the sleepy Raritan?


Cruising the Raritan.


The middle of nowhere, or the edge or somewhere?


Walter Stochel of Edison Greenways explains the area.


We're an attentive group.


"Wouldja look at that ..."


Gazing from the gazebo.


The long lonely trail.


The trail's not so lonely anymore.


David single-handedly cleans up the riverbank.


"I'm so proud of him for making the environment a little bit cleaner."

Bat mitzvah

A proud uncle.


A happy cousin.


He's still got it!


"Hey cousin, I'm over here!"


A kvelling mom ...


... and dad.




A beaming grandma.


We love going to a simcha!


The glow of a happy occassion.


No outfit is complete without sparkly sneakers or a fashionable hat.


"We just can't stop dancin'!"

Blizzard of 2010 (February 10)

White-out!


Did the snow finally stop?


An elf's house in the snowbank.


Vroom, vroom! Tractor-skiing through the neigborhood.

The day after ...


The day after the blizzard.


The surface of Planet Neige.


Keep shoveling!


How about if I take a break from the shoveling to take an artsy close-up of snow-covered foliage.


At least the top of the house is still poking throught the snow.


What to eat after shoveling the driveway.


The cookie goes well with freshly-brewed coffee.

Wheels

Before

"I love my 1986 Corolla."


"I might drive this car for another ten years."

After

"I could get used to this newfangled Elantra."


"It even has electric windows! And a built-in CD player! It's like driving in the 21st century!"

Happy 85th Birthday!

"Happy Birthday, Grandpa."


Delicious ...


Let's sing "Happy Birthday".

Our War Hero

Following basic training as a medical corpsman, I was assigned to the 13th Airborne Division. This special unit was the 222nd Medical Detachment and was a glider outfit.

The glider is an aircraft made of plywood, aluminum tubing and glue, and was manufactured by the WACO Company. You had to be ‘wacko’ to go up in a WACO it was like a flying coffin.

Instead, I volunteered for parachute jump training. Five jumps, and you had your wings, jump boots and $50 extra per month.

After jump school, I was assigned as a medic to the 515th Parachute Infantry Regiment. After two more training jumps, we embarked to northern France where we encountered German resistance.

Lo and behold, the Krauts must have heard I was coming and they fled. Now, with the war in Europe over, my buddies and I were able to see France and Belgium as tourists.

The balance of my time in the Army was spent as a surgical technician in the MOS - Military Occupation Specialty.

Recently, I was contacted by a 17 year old Belgian student who is establishing an Airborne Museum. He thanked me for my part in liberating his country.

I will never regret my decision that “I would rather jump.”

Family Pictures from the Mid-20th Century