Baby Riddle #2

Here is another baby picture I came across recently. I think there is a strong resemblance to one of the new family babies. Any suggestions?

Baby Riddle

I came upon this picture today. This baby reminds me of another baby in the family. Does anyone have a suggestion?

An Exciting Afternoon

Today I attended the dedication ceremony of the Marantz Picturebook Collection. The Kent State University School of Library and Information Science received a gift of 21,000 picture books from Ken and Sylvia Marantz. The crowd numbered so many that the event was moved to the KSU Ballroom instead of the Kiva. I had the luck of sitting next to Dr. Brodie's mother, who was visiting from Arkansas. The famous poet Arnold Adoff was there, as well as hundreds of librarians. Author David Macaulay was the guest speaker. His books include Cathedral, Castle, City, Black and White, and The Way Things work to name a few.

The Aunt Chronicles - Part 3 - Aunt Marian

Aunt Marian always seemed to be the most glamorous of the Stewart sisters. When she was a teenager, she just had to have a new dress for a dance. According to the story I heard, a sister designed and sewed one a little too quickly, because it fell apart at the dance.
My memories of Aunt Marian began with her sailing into Jefferson with the top down in her white Cadillac. She always had the latest model. Her hair was white, too, but always seemed to have a hint of blue. Pushing the buttons on that car to make the windows go up and down was pure magic to me. She also had the first television remote I ever saw. The Hills acquired a television early on, but theirs never was on the Lone Ranger, so I was not particularly interested. There were too many other things to do. I had the opportunity to use my cousin Myron's toys. I liked the red scooter so much they gave it to me.
Aunt Marian always brought surprises for my brother and me. Sometimes they were new, and other times slightly used. Her son had more stuffed animals than he needed. I still have a couple of Donald Duck's nephews and Dumbo's mouse friend, Timothy, complete with his ringmaster suit. Aunt Marian also brought food goodies. I don't think she baked herself, but she certainly knew how to select the most delectable items, no doubt from the most expensive bakery in Cleveland. No wonder I was such a fat child, because I ate these things until I could eat no more.
I really think I was a special favorite of Aunt Marian's for a very sad reason. I was the youngest of the nine cousins, and a girl. Aunt Marian lost a baby girl at birth named Sarah.
We made many trips to Edgecliff Drive in Euclid when I was growing up. Aunt Marian volunteered at a local hospital in the gift shop. She would take me there, and I could pick out anything I wanted. Like Aunt Alice she loved family celebrations, although not for her birthday, which was January 7. She would have been 109 in a few days from now. Her backyard summer picnics included phenomenal scenery, as her house overlooked Lake Erie. Her street was aptly named, because that cliff was really high.
Aunt Marian had a dog named Herman, a dachshund from the Austinburg Susie line of Aunt Austa. There was always an extra plate at the table, because Herman sat at the table on a regular basis. I still remember the day Herman leaned over and licked my mother's plate. I couldn't stop laughing. My mother did not think this was funny in the least. She said nothing about it then, but plenty later. Our dog, also named Herman, never had this unique opportunity.
Aunt Marian died of cancer on December 16, 1979 - thirty years ago. My mother made many trips to see her that fall, taking peanut butter cookies, and anything else that might make her feel better. I was not always around then, but I went when I could. Even in her final days, Aunt Marian looked nice, and was as charming as ever.

The Aunt Chronicles - Part 2 - Sylvia

I know the least about Aunt Sylvia, my mother's oldest sister. She was born in 1891 and died in 1959, so she lived only 68 years. I have no memories of her coming to our house. We did visit her in Ashtabula every once in a while. She, like Aunt Alice, had a soft spoken, almost lyrical voice. I remember sitting quietly in a back room, which might have been a kitchen. There was a piano in the corner. Scores of pictures, lined up like an army, sat on the piano top. They were mostly in cardboard tri-folds instead of frames. I looked at these images, marveling how someone could have so many pictures in one place. I studied each and every one, because I usually did not have anything else to do. I had no idea who these people were in the pictures, but they must have been mostly relatives. How I would like to see those pictures again now.
I quit looking at these pictures when I was eight or so. Aunt Sylvia and Uncle Ralph bought a TV. My family did not have one until much later, so this invention was like magic to me. My favorite show was The Lone Ranger, although I probably only saw three episodes. Their TV had a tiny black and white strangely shaped picture.
Aunt Sylvia had three children, They were Fred, Harold and Dorothy. Harold is in his mid nineties and lives in Columbus. As much as I did not know Aunt Sylvia, Dorothy became a dear friend. We made several trips to eastern states and even Northern Ireland trying to find our long lost relatives. We did find a few, and had a fantastic time doing it.
I only found two pictures of Aunt Sylvia. She was probably about 11 in the picture with her three sisters. Left to right you see Austa, Sylvia, Alice and Marian. My mother and her brother Howard were not born yet when this was taken. It must have been a lot of work to get four little girls looking so perfect in their white dresses. The other picture is the only one I have with all six Stewart children. From left to right you see Marie, Alice, Marian, Howard, Sylvia and Austa. It might have been Sylvia's birthday, because she is the only one wearing flowers. Her birthday was September 2nd. I remember the picture being taken at Aunt Marian's house, as we had been there for a picnic.
Sylvia was not the the advice giver like Alice. However, she did have a profound influence on my mother. When she died of diabetes complications, my mother quit putting three teaspoons of sugar in a cup of coffee. That influence extended to me, also, because I never put sugar in my coffee either.