Sue, the Tyrannosaurus rex, in the Field Museum of Natural History, Chicago, Illinois.
When I visit Chicago, Illinois, I like to visit my old friend Sue, the Tyrannosaurus rex. In early April, my husband and I got re-acquainted with Sue when we were in the city for a wedding. We braved unseasonably cold weather, high wind (well, it is Chicago, the Windy City) and some snow and ice to see the old gal. She looks pretty good for 67 million years old, although she does admit to some cosmetic help.
When I was refreshing my memory about Sue’s many attributes and history, I was thrilled to read that the T rex mural on the wall behind Sue is by John Gurche, a University of Kansas graduate. I’d met John Gurche years ago while I was at KU and am always happy to discover one of his works. I bought his dinosaur stamps, and of course I never used them on an envelope. (What would happen to the U.S. Postal Service is all of the stamp collectors suddenly used all of their stamps as postage!) Gurche’s work is featured in museums and in publications such as National Geographic, Smithsonian and the Boston Globe. He was named one of the 2013-14 Distinguished Alumni of the College of Liberal Arts and Sciences at the University of Kansas, the highest honor from the College.
I’m not sure when I’ll see Sue again, so I will get my next fossil fix at the KU Museum of Natural History. And one of these days I’ll post my story about a dinosaur dig I went to in Wyoming near Newcastle.
About Sue, the Tyrannosaurus rex.
John Gurche’s U.S. Postage Dinosaur Stamps.
About John Gurche.
In honor of Australia Day, I’m reposting this post about my trip to Tasmania in 2009.
I’m envious. Janelle of “What Makes Me Laugh” won a trip to Australia for herself and her husband by writing an essay about Jurlique products, based in Adelaide. Her niece told her: Get your butt to Australia before my college year abroad ends (or something like that…) So with only a few months to spare, Janelle figured out a free way to get to Australia by the deadline.
I’ve wanted to go to Australia for thirty years, but I just made my first trip there in January — and it wasn’t free. I tried the contest method (the 25th caller will win a chance to be in the drawing), but can you believe it, no one drew my name! Janelle really did it the smart way, literally. (The link to how she did it is at the bottom.)
One week of her trip will be spent driving around Tasmania, which is one of Australia’s states. I’m…
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I didn’t mean to reblog this post here, but now that it’s here, I’ll let it stay…
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A tattered Jolly Roger flag blows in the wind on a “pirate” ship call “Pirata” off the Coast of Santa Cruz Island in the Galapagos Islands of Ecuador.
Arrgh! It’s Talk Like Pirate Day.
The Club Women of Napa County placed this memorial to Robert Louis Stevenson on Mt. St. Helena near the site of a cabin where Stevenson honeymooned with his new bride, Fanny. It’s a two-mile round trip hike from the parking lot.
Robert Louis Stevenson State Park is a California state park, located in Sonoma, Lake and Napa counties. The park offers a 5-mile hike to the summit of Mount Saint Helena from which much of the Bay Area can be seen. I didn’t make it to the top. Not in my shoes.
Nineteenth century writer Robert Louis Stevenson has done as much as anyone for popularizing Pirate Lingo so, of course, he’s my choice for spokesman for “Talk Like a Pirate Day” on September 19. There’s a lot of pirate talk and bravado in Stevenson’s book, “Treasure Island.”
Stevenson was from Scotland, but he traveled widely and spent some time in…
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The Rolling Stones came to Kansas City again. I hadn’t planned to be in town this past weekend, but bad weather kept me from flying out, so I mused about whether I would have gone to see the Stones again had I known I was going to be home. I’m re-posting what I wrote in about my previous Rolling Stones experience. Sigh.
I never win anything, I don’t collect autographs, and I usually don’t know anyone who can get me past security…..But the rock n’ roll stars were in alignment at least this one time in April 1999. (Ok, so it’s an old story.)
The Rolling Stones were bringing their “No Security” tour to Kansas City, their first trip to town in ten years. Friend and neighbor KG was organizing a group to go.
We were excited. We actually knew someone who knew someone — our friends and neighbors, the As. Their son-in-law, B.F., was a back-up singer for The Rolling Stones. We’d seen the family photos with the Stones in the A’s kitchen. Grandkids on Stones’ laps.
Mrs. A. offered to get us backstage passes, but told us we were on our own for tickets.
I didn’t want to pay $250 each. There were cheaper tickets, but KG wanted the best. I was planning to sit in the nosebleed section. I’m cheap…
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A mother duck leads her ducklings through Deanna Rose Children’s Farmstead to a pond.
I love to visit the Deanna Rose Children’s Farmstead, even without children in tow. I try to go a couple of times a summer, but this year I didn’t go until mid-July and at almost noon. It was hot and sunny. I was soon drooping until I spotted a mother duck with her ducklings following close behind her. I knew she was heading to the swan pond so I followed her, snapping photos as quickly as I could. She was fast! I wish I would have captured at least one of the ducklings jumping into the pond, but they were too fast for me to focus.
If you click on the photo collage, you’ll get a larger view.
About the Deanna Rose Children’s Farmstead.
I’m repeating this post from 2012 about Memorial Day.
During the Civil War, President Abraham Lincoln and his family spent summers in a cottage near the U.S. Soldiers’ and Airmen’s Home National Cemetery, in Washington, D.C. Although the cottage and grounds were a refuge from the heat of downtown three miles south, the nearby cemetery was a constant reminder of the daily carnage of the war. The cemetery, next to the Armed Forces Retirement Home, is one of only two national cemeteries administered by the Department of the Army, the other being Arlington National Cemetery. The national cemetery is adjacent to the historic Rock Creek Cemetery and to the Soldiers’ Home.
On this Memorial Day weekend in the United States, as we enjoy three days usually spent in some pleasant activity with family and friends, I wanted to spend a few moments thinking about the reason for the holiday. Holiday seems too festive of a term for a day…
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