When I was a kid, sometimes my after school daycare program would bring us to The Children’s Park, right downtown next to The News Herald, the town newspaper, and across from The Rec[reation] Center. There was an old fire engine that had been parked in the park for children to play on. I very vividly recall all the little – and I mean tiny – nooks and crannies, presumably where pumps or folded hose had been, of that fire truck that we used to crawl into with as much exit strategy as the Pentagon. Ah, good times.
In 2004, the park was completely renovated with donations from the wealthy Pheifer family, in memory of Martha Pheifer, and renamed Martha’s Park. Earlier this year, my parents moved a few blocks from the park, so on Monday, while I was telecommuting to the office, Nora went to the park with her mother and grandmother. Judging from the photos, they had a grand old time.
Nora’s an expert at the “swinging with cookie” maneuver.
“Mi casa es su casa.“
“Have a seat. We need to talk.”
Through the window. I love this shot.
Riding an elephant.
I assume this statue is of Martha?
Doing laps around the circle.
We’ve had some truly wonderful weather so far this week. I’m glad that Nora and Marga are getting to enjoy it.