Friends, we need your help.
Last week, Gregory Warner and David Kestenbaum reported on the afterlife of American clothes. Lots of t-shirts from used clothes bin in the U.S. eventually make their way to sub-Saharan Africa.
Including the one above. From Jennifer’s bat-mitzvah from November 20, 1993. We want to find Jennifer.
What we Know: Jennifer’s bat mitzvah was on November 20, 1993. The theme may have been cartoons. And there’s a nametag in the shirt labeled Rachel Williams.
That’s all we know. Which is where you come in.
Do you know Rachel? Do you know Jennifer? Help us solve the mystery. Please email us at firstname.lastname@example.org, and put “that’s my shirt” in the subject line. And please share this as much as you can. It would be really awesome to find Jennifer and talk to her about her bat mitzvah t-shirt’s journey.
Bat Mitzvah T-shirts are not a thing that I knew about growing up (and going to lots of Bat Mitzvahs). They seem like the epitome of an American Thing. Americans love T-shirts.
Pumpkin pie, baked in Pyrex with snap-on lids for easy transport to Philadelphia. Also with maple leaf cut-outs (and Youthmarket pumpkin)!
Tuesday night project, Monday morning labels.
Yay to luau? This makes no sense
"Two big storms and a major blackout have battered New York City since the Sept. 11 attacks. Climate change threatens higher tides and more extreme heat. Architects and engineers look for ways to respond. So here’s an out-of-the-box suggestion: Let’s build more branch libraries…"
Less ravaged neighborhoods [during the 1995 Chicago Heat Wave] were more densely populated, with vibrant commercial strips and social networks, community gardens, parks and well-tended sidewalks. They drew people out of overheated homes and into the streets, shops, gardens, parks, and into libraries, too: places where there were things to do and friends to meet…city-run “cooling stations” in centers for the elderly, police stations and hospitals tend to be the last places people want to hang out. So they don’t.”
From this Times article
“Next Time, Libraries Could Be Our Shelters From the Storm.”
Libraries are important—in times of emergency, but also all the time—-becuase they are a normal, regular part of life. They are not special centers for cooling or computer help or tax forms, they are just a place that you go. I’m glad to hear of deBlasio’s pledge to revisit the NYPL renovation plan, I hope it comes with a renewed commitment to making the branch libraries awesome.
Quilts for small boys: one for Levi, and the other for Blaise. Both make use of that great brownstone and watertower print fabric that now I think I’m finally out of.
Having purchased the library of a master chess player, the itch is there to create a literary subsection for that natural class of novels with chess themes or metaphors. Micro-managing the shelves or shining a light where it’s needed? BTW, there is also a two volume Confessions of Rousseau, annotated for chess references!
These were my grandfather’s books. “Chess pages 288-293” was noted by my aunt Mimi, who was always excessively thoughtful about things like that.