Stuyvesant Town has a farmers’ market every Sunday. It takes its hiatus mid-December so I’d like to thank the hard working, cheerful and efficient vendors. Here are some photos from the market.

Stuyvesant Town’s Farmers’ Market
Stuyvesant Town Farmers’ Market
Stuyvesant Town’s Farmers’ Market


NYMYSTERIES.COM  Nov. 27, 2021

The nineteenth century house( (and the twentieth century car)
Barn. Behind it is a twelve seater outhouse

Such a busy time: a weekend in Warwick and the week capped with a splendid Thanksgiving.

My real estate friend (two places in Florida, two places in Warwick, one place in N.J.) Invited me to his latest acquisitions, a farm and a nearby house. He and I arrived late Friday afternoon at his five acre farm. From city to country in fewer than two hours. Lurking is suburbia. Originally a dairy farm, it consists of a large white clapboard 19th century house and four red barns. Why red?

Dining Room

ARmistice Day

NYMYSTERIES.COM  Nov. 13, 2021

In honor of Armistice Day
In Flanders fields the poppies blow
Between the crosses, row on row
That mark our place; and in the sky
The larks, still bravely singing, fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below.
We are the dead.
Short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
Loved and were loved, and now we lie In Flanders fields.
Take up our quarrel with the foe:
To you from failing hands we throw The torch; be yours to hold it high.
If ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow In Flanders fields.
John McCrae, 1872 – 1918

Molyvos & angelique Kidjo

Friday evening was a happening. Remember happening? Wasn’t it first popular about forty years ago? My adventurous friend and I began the evening with an early supper at Molyvos. We made it early because, as you all know, you have to present an id and a vaccination card. Molyvos is an old-fashioned, real restaurant. By old fashioned I mean their waiters are professional, not actors resting. I geared myself up with champagne, hoping we would gain entrance to Angélique Kidjo.

I had thought that I’d bought the Kidjo tickets from the Carnegie Hall box office. Wrong. I bought them from a shadow organization that gathers tickets and then sells them to dopes like me for a substantial increase. I paid $262.37 for two tickets in Row H. That’s the second to last section of the balcony. I was emailed two tickets with the original owner’s name. The original price was $34.00 each ticket. So you understand the champagne. We got in. The Carnegie Hall personnal were professional and pleasant.

Angélique Kidjo and her west African friends and artists created a dynamic evening. She was as wonderful as promised. We were surrounded by very young people who knew all the songs’ lyrics. Carnegie Hall was packed. I loved being there, a few feet away from the ceiling chandelier.

You,who! Greetings from Row H, seat 106

Soccarat & the joyce

What a NY evening! Friends and I had delicious tapas and paella at the Soccarat Paella Bar in Chelsea. The tapas were vegetarian. How about Brussel sprouts in a sweet and spicy glaze or fried artichokes with a splash of lemon caper or layered eggplant or…Followed by a delicious paella de la huerta (orchard) with eggplant, broccoli cauliflower, to name three of the nine vegetables in the Paella The wine was as good as the food. Soccarat is half a block away from the Joyce Theater. We scooted across Eighth Avenue, showed our vaccine and id stuff and then went to perfect seats in one of the loveliest theaters in town and saw the Martha Graham Dance Company. Bliss.

Next time I’ll photograph their entire heads. Promise.

Brussel sprouts, anyone?
Pino Grigio, anyone?
Paella, anyone?

Jean Montrevil

Jean Montrevil was deported about three years ago, grabbed off the NYC streets by ICE, not allowed to bid good-bye to his family and forced to go to Haiti. He’s back in NYC for 90 days to face a hearing. Judson Memorial Church vowed to bring Jean home.

Jean Montrevil being greeted by his children in JFK
Judson Memorial Church greeting Jean at JFK

Thank You, Sally Rooney

NYMYSTERIES.COM  Oct. 15, 2021 

“I simply do not feel it would be right for me under the present circumstances to accept a new contract with an Israeli company that does not publicly distance itself from apartheid and support the U.N.-stipulated rights of the Palestinian people,” Sally Rooney said.


saying good bye

NYMYSTERIES.COM  Oct. 9, 2021 

Al Carmines was hired by Rev. Howard Moody in 1963 as an assistant minister at Judson Memorial Church. For Carmines theology and theater went together. Along with other innovators, he pushed current social agenda to the forefront of his Judson Poets’ Theater productions. To name a few: Song of Songs, The Faggot, In Circles. The one I remember is Christmas Rappings from 1969. It was the annual Judson Christmas show. Mary and Joseph were played by Essie Borden and Lee Guilliatt. They owned the roles. Lee Guilliatt died two days ago. 

Lee Guilliatt in a 2019 production of Christmas Rappings


NYMYSTERIES.COM  Oct. 2, 2021 

I had a glorious week in New Mexico. Before I flash my photos and drive you mad with envy, I want to honor Doctor Willie Parker. He is a physician who goes to Mississippi every month to perform abortions in the only available clinic. I quote him: “I was not of the age of accountability during the civil rights movement. I was not born into slavery. I was not born during the labor rebellions of the ’20s,” Parker said in a recent interview. ” I’m a women’s health provider. This is my time and this is my responsibility[3]

Please read his book, “Life’s Work: A Moral Argument for Choice.”

I met him years ago when he spoke at Judson Memorial Church. He’s fun, amusing and serious about the right of abortion. 

 New Mexico:  I attended a Women’s Fiction Writers Association annual retreat held in Albuquerque. Donald Maass gave stimulating talks for three days from 9 am to noon. Most people stayed at the hotel, Hotel Albuquerque at Old Town. Fortunately, I stayed nearby with friends. They were beyond hospitable. I flew on jetBlue because it’s the only airline that has a direct stop to Albuquerque. Flight was fine – 4? 5? hours. What was not fine was that jetBlue lost my suitcase. My friends (bless them) drove me out to the airport several times to find a jetBlue employee. Nothing. One of my friends managed to get a real live person from jetBlue on the line who said there might be a suitcase at the jetBlue counter Thursday night at 9 pm. Once again, off we went to the airport. Found! End of story but not the end of my gratitude to my friends. I got to know their adorable cats, fat, lovable twelve year old MaGee and mountain lioness, 2Too. We talked, ate and drank into the late hours reminiscing about our first meeting, different adventures we shared in Portland, Or. Jersey City and NYC. Highlights included being invited to a nephew’s birthday and meeting a delightful family and having a delicious New Mexican meal. We had a fabulous lunch in Santa Fe with my buddy, James and then back to NYC on a jetBlue Red Eye. 


Our Farmers Market

NYMYSTERIES.COM  Sept. 18, 2021 

Celebrating our Farmers Market.

Most Sundays I look out of my Stuyvesant Town window and see seven or eight white tents. Under each tent a merchant is setting up a fruit or bread or flower or meat or fish stand. It opens at 9:30 am and closes around 4 pm. It’s the place to meet and greet, buy fresh, farm produce and enjoy the Oval – that’s Stuyvesant Town’s grassy area decked with Adirondack chairs and a fountain.

Sunday Stuyvesant Town Farmers Market

Sunday Stuyvesant Town Farmers Market

Sunday Stuyvesant Town Farmers Market

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