Welcome to our May 2006 newsletter.
I am pleased to announce that Lance in Cape May, NJ is the winner of the Plant Holder.
Lance, you have until 31 May to contact us with your address and phone number so we can send this to you. Congratulations.
On 31 May we shall draw a name to win a Newsprint Holder.
Last month blue22 won the candle sticks. Unfortunately, blue22 opted out of the newsletter when she received the email invite. This has never happened before and I was not sure what to do. I have decided that next month we shall draw a second name to win the candlesticks.
During May we celebrate Mother's Day and Memorial Day, two days very special to me.
There were three people who were the primary shapers of my life. My Mother, Flora Bluma Mann, my Father, Carol Julius Mann and my 7th Grade Shop Teacher at Andre Hudde Jr. High School in Brooklyn, NY, Harry Krane.
My mother and father have been gone for over thirty years.
This month I would like to pay my long overdue thanks to Mr. Krane.
Mr. Krane is a long semi-retired and in his own words 80 year old geezer in Florida. He has been asked to teach the U.S. Constitution at the Boca Raton branch of PBCC as well as at the Main Campus. He says staying that busy keeps him young. In addition he is on two Boards of directors and is now starting to write a new book as well as editing his first one. Keeping busy is his answer to staying young. With a teacher like that, what else could a kid ask for?
I was a bored, difficult student while in public school. Prone to hi-jinks; adverse to studying; definitely as sarcastic as my father and not afraid to show it; as stubborn and strong willed as my mother; I could easily disrupt the class of the most dedicated, controlling educater in the world and make him or her rue the day they ever decided to become a teacher. In short, I was the kind of kid no teacher looked forward to seeing every day (or ANY day for that matter). My poor younger sister Marietta (Micky) who had to follow a few years later at Hudde, paid the price for my reputation. One teacher looked at her last name on the first day of class and proclaimed "Another Mann! You just failed the class. Now get out of here".
Grades were not a problem for me. With the exception of French (but that is another story for another time), I did not need to study to get good grades. Behavior though was a problem. I could not get away with anything at home so I tested my freedom at school. I was also kept very busy at home, mainly due to my Mother's blindness, so school was the place where I could let off steam.
For some reason, Mr. Krane could see right through the facade I put up and was not about to tolerate any of it. Along with Mr. Moskowitz, my P.E. teacher, they taught me that I could channel my frustration through reading. Although I always liked to read, they showed me how to get lost in a world where I had no problems and that when I closed the book and retreated from that imaginary place, I could handle any and all problems that the real world could possibly throw at me in a constructive positive way.
From the bottom of my heart Mr. Krane, Thank You. Whatever success I enjoy today is largely due to what you did for me almost fifty years ago.
Arline Bloom and Harry Krane
Although many towns, especially in the South, claim to have been the first to celebrate Memorial Day, (or Decoration Day as it was known then) and not disregarding the fact that in 1966 President Johnson proclaimed Waterloo, NY as the birthplace of Memorial Day, the earliest documented display of a memorial observance was in 1864 in a graveyard in Centre County, Pennsylvania
Meet Amos Meyer. Amos was a member of the 148th Regiment, Pennsylvania Volunteers and was killed on the last day of the Battle of Gettysburg, July 3rd 1863. On a Sunday afternoon in October 1864, Amos's mother, while spreading flowers on her son's grave, met a young girl, Emma Hunter and her friend Sophie Keller, who were spreading flowers on Emma's father's grave.
Mrs. Meyer spread some flowers on the grave of Emma's father, Dr. Ruben Hunter, a Surgeon in the Union Army, and young Emma spread some flowers on Amos's grave. The grieving parties made plans to meet in one year and again spread flowers on the graves of their loved ones. Thus in the graveyard at Boalsberg, Pennsylvania the celebration we now know as Memorial Day was born.
From the pen of Dr. John McCrae, Lt. Col., Surgeon, Canadian Army, written amid the blood and gore of the great battles in the Ypres saliant in 1915, came the immortal words that so poignantly portray those who gave their lives in service to their respective nations.
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.
Essex Farm Cemetary close to where Dr. McCrea wrote the poem: Circa 1918
A salute to all my fellow Veterans who sacrificed their energies so we can enjoy the freedoms that we take for granted today.
A special salute to the two members of my immediate family who served with honor. My late brother-in-law, James W. Corboy, United States Marine Corps, who saw combat in the Korean Conflict and my late brother, Edmund D. S. Mann, United States Marine Corps.
Semper Fi Jim and Ed.
I am constantly searching for interesting sites featuring decorating ideas, home decor items, historical tibits or anything else I think would be interesting to the readers of this newsletter.
I recently discovered a site that has some beautiful crystal wares at some very affordable prices. This beautiful Block Crystal set is only $68.00.
Although I have never personally purchased from this company, I find that the glasses that they offer are some of the most beautiful ones that I have ever seen. My barstools would be proud to be seen in the company of anything offered on this website. As always, be aware that I am not affiliated in any way and receive no compensation from the websites that I recommend.
One of my kids is now selling printer ink online. If you need some ink for your printers, please give Mark a shot at supplying your needs. OsZ.com
We have just developed a very low priced, very contemporary bar stool and pub table.
The bar stool is available in a stationary Vanity, Counter Height, Pub Height or Specator Height.
Until July 30th readers of this newsletter or their friends may purchase the bar stools by themselves or the pub group at a 15% discount from our normal wholesale factory direct price.
Click here to see pricing on the Pub Group
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We would appreciate any feed back you have on the design or the price points.
THE CUSTOMER FROM HELL
..... continued from last month After contacting eBay, PayPal and an attorney, I found out that this woman has nothing better to do with her life than prowl the Internet and make life difficult for people. However eBay and PayPal would not take any action so I finally stopped selling on eBay for a month so this woman would stop harassing people who had purchased from me. I received a letter from the Better Business Bureau wanting to know about the complaint that she had filed with them. They could not figure out how she had her product that she had not paid for but was still complaining that I had stolen her money. The bottom line is I had to finally sue her for slander and harassment. Check back in a few years and we shall see how it turns out.
Yes, the Internet is full of some very strange people indeed. What a way to spend your latter years. And what a difference between her and Mr. Krane.
A wonderful Mother's Day to all of the Mom's out there.
Mrs. Muun, as I always called her, I still miss you after all of these years.
May all of you observe Memorial Day with a prayer for our soldiers and a Poppy in your lapel.
Drive safely over the three day holiday.
I am always eager to hear from the visitors to the site and the readers of this newsletter.
Until next time when I shall be talking about smoked salmon, draperies, a fun little quiz about apples and my parents. Paraphrasing Charles Karult, I will see you on the Internet.
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