“America has done a lot for me”


Edward Crumly has chosen to celebrate the season in an unique and unusual way with lights on his front lawn of an animated alligator, American flag and wreath. The flag is hung on a repurposed mattress frame. I asked him about the story behind his lights and he said he liked the idea of a completely random Christmas decor like an alligator. When asked about why specifically the flag, he said that he was grateful for everything that the country has done.

Photo: Stacy Quast

Holiday of Lights


An electric menorah is seen in the front window of a Longfellow home. Hanukkah, the holiday of lights, celebrates the triumph of light over darkness, freedom of conscience, the rededication of the ancient Jewish temple in Jerusalem after the Roman occupiers had de-sanctified it, and, legend says, a miracle resulting in a small bottle of oil burning for eight days in the Eternal Light. Today is the first day of the eight day holiday, which began at sundown last night.

Photo: Jane Strauss

Longfellow/Seward Healthy Seniors Holiday Luncheon


The annual luncheon holiday party for seniors was held in the gymnasium at Holy Trinity Lutheran Church.

An estimated 160 residents were served Tuesday. Many thanks to Mary Albright, Chief Operating Officer, and Susan Winholtz, Volunteer Coordinator, Minneapolis Community Education, the many volunteers, and board members, Holy Trinity, the Jazz Trio, and Santa (Dick Westby). You can “like and follow” them on Facebook: Longfellow/Seward Healthy Seniors Holiday Luncheon

Photo: Katie Simon-Dastych

Gloomy weather


It was rainy and almost 45 degrees when I took this photo today. Except for the larger plowed piles like this one near Target, the snow has melted and the grass has greened up with several days of warmer temperatures. I’m ready for the sun to come back out and winter to resume!

Photo: David Owen

Footprints in the Clay


I was biking by Longfellow Park and noticed that the ice rink had turned into Longfellow Lake. I took photos of mallards and stacked wood boards for the ice rink, but settled on this one of footprints crossing one of the infields. Only after taking the photo was I reminded of a similar photo and accompanying poem, Footprints in the Sand, that my parents had growing up.

Photo: Guthrie Byard