Showing posts with label Family. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Family. Show all posts
4/3/22
3/31/22
Horatio Law
Public art work by my former McPherson housemate and friend, Horatio. Look Closely.
Public art project "Gilded Bowl Column" commissioned by Asian Counseling and Referral Service in Seattle, WA is selected as one of 25 projects to feature in CODA magazine's April edition: Suspended in Space.
Public art project "Gilded Bowl Column" commissioned by Asian Counseling and Referral Service in Seattle, WA is selected as one of 25 projects to feature in CODA magazine's April edition: Suspended in Space.
3/21/22
Enright and Goodfellow
My mom and her brother circa 1947 in front of their apartment on Enright and Goodfellow.
I took her back about 35 years ago and the buildings were gone.
Looking at this photo I realize how much I looked like her in my 20s & 30s.
Looking at this photo I realize how much I looked like her in my 20s & 30s.
3/9/22
1/17/22
My parents wedding. Holy Family Church. 1948
My mom and dad were married in the Holy Family church *rectory*.
They wouldn't allow my mom to marry in the church proper because she hadn't been raised catholic even though she had to convert from no faith to marry my dad.
12/31/21
12/18/21
10/28/21
Busch. The Maternal wing
My grandfather was William (Wilhiem) Busch.
First chair. STL symphony Concert Master.
During the Depression he travelled the country to chase work.
From Enright to Hortus Ct so his children could attend Roosevelt.
First chair. STL symphony Concert Master.
During the Depression he travelled the country to chase work.
From Enright to Hortus Ct so his children could attend Roosevelt.
2/22/21
North of Delmar
My mother on the left, her mother, and her sister. On Goodfellow and Enright circa 1948.
all of those buildimgs are long gone.
all of those buildimgs are long gone.
2/7/10
3171 S Grand
Photo of my Mother in front of 3171 S Grand with a reflection of the building that now houses Jay Asia. I date this photo to 1948.
She was employed as an illustrator, had a boat load of talent, and defied fashion dictates by wearing sandals with fur.
She was seriously original and one of the smartest people I've known.
I was graced by her presence.
She was employed as an illustrator, had a boat load of talent, and defied fashion dictates by wearing sandals with fur.
She was seriously original and one of the smartest people I've known.
I was graced by her presence.
12/3/08
Enright and Goodfellow 1944
My mother, grandmother and aunt in front of their apartment on Goodfellow and Enright.
The buildings in this photo were razed in the 70's.
Those old street lamps were removed in the mid 60's (but left in Tower Grove Park) and Deskey lamps installed.
The buildings in this photo were razed in the 70's.
Those old street lamps were removed in the mid 60's (but left in Tower Grove Park) and Deskey lamps installed.
3/12/08
HOME SWEET HOME
Or was it?
This photo was taken in front of the first (and last) home my grandfather Busch bought.
Photo by William (or Wilheim) Busch, a creepy and arrogant man who who left Germany shortly after WW1 (he was a topographer with Baron Von Richthofen), came to the States and landed in Springfield, IL where he met my grandmother, Ruth Steelman.
He seduced her on the floor of her parents living room and she became pregnant. Reluctant to marry he literally ran off with a visiting circus, was located, and my 80 year old aunt divulged a shotgun may have been involved during the wedding.
My mother had a photo of Wilheim with his flying squad. He had written the names of his cronies in white ink over their chest. Rudolf Hess was on one side, Hermann Goering on the other (I was never been able to locate that photo after my mother's death.) Because of the photo and the way he treated all three of his children, his children and grandchildren have always referred to him as the Nazi.
The Nazi molested all three of his children (one boy, two girls) and my two sisters (gratefully, I was spared and not left alone with him). His son did the same to some (unrelated) younger girls when he was an adult.
The small elderly women in this photo is his mother, Emma Kilter. She gave birth to Wilheim when she was 16 in Bonn Germany. No one knew who his father was or the circumstances of his conception. Emma Kilter owned an antique store in Great Neck Long Island.
The two babes in the photo are my aunt and mother (their mother is peeking out between them). Since they had been raised during the Depression the coral color dress my Mom is wearing (along with that box purse) remained in our home for decades.
Next to my mother is my father sporting a massive pompadour and holding me. We are the only two people in this group who are not smiling. This may have been due to our close proximity to each other.
This house was on Solar Lane.
From what I understand it was really the dark side of the sun.
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I miss my Mother.
Her most important lesson: Do what you want to do and not what you think you should do.
She's a brick house
The lady's stacked and that's a fact,
ain't holding nothing back. - Lionel Richie
This photo was taken in front of the first (and last) home my grandfather Busch bought.
Photo by William (or Wilheim) Busch, a creepy and arrogant man who who left Germany shortly after WW1 (he was a topographer with Baron Von Richthofen), came to the States and landed in Springfield, IL where he met my grandmother, Ruth Steelman.
He seduced her on the floor of her parents living room and she became pregnant. Reluctant to marry he literally ran off with a visiting circus, was located, and my 80 year old aunt divulged a shotgun may have been involved during the wedding.
My mother had a photo of Wilheim with his flying squad. He had written the names of his cronies in white ink over their chest. Rudolf Hess was on one side, Hermann Goering on the other (I was never been able to locate that photo after my mother's death.) Because of the photo and the way he treated all three of his children, his children and grandchildren have always referred to him as the Nazi.
The Nazi molested all three of his children (one boy, two girls) and my two sisters (gratefully, I was spared and not left alone with him). His son did the same to some (unrelated) younger girls when he was an adult.
The small elderly women in this photo is his mother, Emma Kilter. She gave birth to Wilheim when she was 16 in Bonn Germany. No one knew who his father was or the circumstances of his conception. Emma Kilter owned an antique store in Great Neck Long Island.
The two babes in the photo are my aunt and mother (their mother is peeking out between them). Since they had been raised during the Depression the coral color dress my Mom is wearing (along with that box purse) remained in our home for decades.
Next to my mother is my father sporting a massive pompadour and holding me. We are the only two people in this group who are not smiling. This may have been due to our close proximity to each other.
This house was on Solar Lane.
From what I understand it was really the dark side of the sun.
`
I miss my Mother.
Her most important lesson: Do what you want to do and not what you think you should do.
She's a brick house
The lady's stacked and that's a fact,
ain't holding nothing back. - Lionel Richie
10/11/07
MY MOTHER - HORTUS COURT
During the late 40's, my Mom lived on Hortus Court in a house her father rented.
I miss her something huge.
I miss her something huge.
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