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Paramount Theater in Aurora, IL Never Disappoints

Paramount

We went with our best friends to the Mannheim Steamroller Christmas concert at the Paramount Theater in Aurora, IL last Saturday. If you read yesterday’s post I talked a bit about it, but was so focused on the sock incident I decided to wait until today to talk about the actual event.

Let me say first of all that I love Mannheim Steamroller Christmas songs. The band meets orchestra sound is very pleasing to me when it is the carols I know and love. But, when it is music from their “Fresh Aire” albums that is a different story. It isn’t rock, it isn’t big band, it isn’t an orchestra and it just isn’t for me. The crowd loved it and that is great. I am thinking the audience on Saturday would have mostly hated the Foo Fighter concert so I can appreciate different strokes (or music) for different folks makes the world go ’round.

What I did  enjoy was spending time in my favorite theater. The Paramount Theater was built in 1931. The Art Deco style has been beautifully refurbished and an addition was completed in 2006.

Wall art

This is one of the murals on the side walls.

Paramount ceiling

This is one side of the ceiling and part of the balcony.

It always makes me nostalgic to attend events at the Paramount because it is the first theater I remember going to when I was little. My aunt took me to see the new Disney movie “Mary Poppins” there when it was released.

In the early 1980s my middle sons were in a summer theater program and performed “The King and I” before a sold out audience. I worked behind the scenes helping all of the “king’s kids” with make-up, hair and costuming.

So even though the show was not quite what I expected.  the theater was fabulous, the time spent with friends priceless and the evening filled with laughter and song. It was a great way to spend a Saturday night.

 

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Writing 101 Day 10 – Home in 1969

Tell us about the home where you lived when you were twelve. Which town, city, or country? Was it a house or an apartment? A boarding school or foster home? An airstream or an RV? Who lived there with you?
We moved into the little white house on Weston Avenue the summer I turned three. One might think that I would be too young to have memories of the move. Surprisingly I do. Of course I have many, many more memories of the following 15 years I grew up there. These include the birth of my brother, dad putting an addition on to accommodate said brother and the horrible task telling my parents he died while working in another state.
Our house was in a fairly large city, but it seemed smaller then. We knew everyone on our street and most of the people a block or two over. If one of the kids in the neighborhood did something they weren’t supposed to do, the mom of your friend would either tell you to knock it off, send you home, or do the worst thing they could possibly do – call your mom and tell her what you did. We all pretty much behaved, who wanted to be grounded to the house when there were so many things to do outside with the other kids?
I have so many fond memories of that house, they tumble around in my head like a slide show. Snippets of happiness from Christmases, birthdays, graduations and everyday life can be brought to life again as I remember and share them with family and friends.
channel 7 newsIn the spring of 1969, with the war in Vietnam raging on the nightly news with Fahey Flynn and Joel Daley, life was still pretty carefree for me. The front porch was one of my favorite places to be. Dad screened it in to keep out the bugs. It was shaded by the huge maple tree in our front yard.  I was way too mature to play on the swing set, but not to old to still love to swing. Dad made a porch swing that fit perfectly on one side of the porch between the front door and the side yard where Mom’s climbing rose-bush spread up the side of the house. (photo of the channel 7 News Team from Google Images)
The summer of ’69 brought hot weather and lots of free time. After I got up in the morning, I would help mom with whatever chores she had for me. Usually making my bed, helping with dishes and dusting the furniture. It didn’t take long, then I was free to do as I wanted. Most days that would be reading books while swinging on the porch swing.
Sometimes I would ride my purple Sting Ray bicycle to my friend’s house, or go down to the neighbor’s front porch to play gin rummy. We had games that lasted all day, stopping briefly to run home for a sandwich and chips in our small cozy kitchen. Mom always had WJJD, the local Country station playing. I hated it. My taste ran to rock and roll  Tommy Roe, CCR, Bread and Neil Diamond. I had a transistor radio that Icarried around to listen  to their music where ever I wanted to go.
Our house was small, but big enough for Dad, Mom and my brother and me. It made me feel safe to be within the walls that sheltered us. We always sat down for dinner together in the kitchen without TV for distraction. No internet, no cell phones, no running around from activity to activity to fill the hours of summer. It was good to grow up in a home that was a small oasis in the midst of a turbulent time.
Easter 1969 Easter Morning 1969, my brother and me
If you look closely, you can see the porch swing inside the porch window. That same swing is on the front porch of our current home. My dad gave it to me when they moved from the house on Weston. A better picture of it is the one on the top of my page with the shawl draped over it.

 

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Culture Stock in Aurora, IL & WIP

Culture Stock - Aurora, IL

This has been a great week. Both knitting and crocheting progress made and a found a new group of fiber friends to hang out with. My cousin sent me an invitation on FaceBook to join her and a group of friends at a Culture Stock in Aurora. Today was their first meeting.

Culture Stock is a “Book Store · Performing Arts Education · Lounge” located in Aurora, IL at 43 E. Galena Blvd. For those of you that grew up in and around Aurora, it is in the building that used to house Fannie May candies and is right next door to the fabulously wonderful Riverfront Playhouse.


Comfy and cozy, Culture Stock is a bright open space. The Fox River flows past the same windows that frame the renowned Paramount Theater Marquee. Sitting areas invite conversation and relaxation. While a great mix of books call to all bibliophiles.
I joined my cousin and nine others on the maiden voyage of fiber art enthusiasts. Knitting, crocheting and counted cross stitch were represented. Needles clicked while we chatted about projects, kids, techniques and pets. Projects were shared, tips passed along and websites recommended.

I hope everyone had as great a time as I did. I can’t wait to go again next week. If you live in the area, check it out.
Now for the work in progress updates. Only nine more snowflakes to completion on the afghan project. I couldn’t stand by my resolution to complete that afghan before starting another project. Knitting needles called me and I answered.

The gal I work with showed me a scarf she was working on and I immediately fell in love with the pattern. It is a fairly easy project. All knit with short rows creating a rippled edge scarf that will be perfect for a Christmas gift. I’m using Knit Picks Stroll Glimmer in pomegranate. It has a fun silver fiber woven throughout which will make it just right for Christmas. Check out the pattern on my Ravelry site – I’m writeknit.

I suspect my WIP will show more progress on the scarf than the afghan this week. I’ll keep you posted. (pics from Culture Stock’s FB page & the Paramount’s website. And my cell phone :))

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