Clifton's Cafeteria Culture

Elysian Park landslide, 1937

Nice find and compilation by Henry Briceno.

This shot amazes me.

That's Figueroa Street in the foreground.  The Figueroa Street Tunnels are just west of this on the eastbound lanes.  Also called even today the Arroyo Seco Parkway.

"Griogal Cridhe," a Scottish lament.

 

"Griogal Cridhe," a Scottish lament.  "Griogal Cridhe" translates from Scottish Gaelic as "Beloved Gregor" or ""Gregor of the Heart."  It is a renowned traditional Scottish lament and lullaby, often pronounced "GREE-uh-gul KREE-uh," composed around 1570 by Marion Campbell for her husband, Gregor MacGregor of Glen Strae, after his execution

Thanks to this post about Kriss Donald.

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Kriss Donald: “I’m only 15, what have I done?”

“Kriss was snatched while walking with a friend, forced into a stolen silver Mercedes despite desperate resistance—he reportedly cried out, ‘I’m only 15, what have I done?’”

The UK’s most shocking racially motivated… pic.twitter.com/qpLO7aWe47

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Rachmaninov: Piano Concertos Nos. 1 & 2 with Mike's Morning Coffee

Piano Concerto No. 2 in C Minor, Op. 18: II. Adagio sostenuto · Leif Ove Andsnes. Rachmaninov: Piano Concertos Nos. 1 & 2.

It's a sad, reflective piece, and at points hard to bear. It just reminded me of loss, the loss of the things I loved the most, my mom and dad. Loss of other people, too, things not so much, mainly the loss of people. It's only people that can break your heart. Speaking of loss reminded me of Elizabeth Bishop's poem, "The Art of Losing," 1979. It doesn't read like a highly technical poem, nor does it capture the grief of loss so much. It has a bit of a cavalier attitude toward loss, like it's no big thing.

I heard this Rachmaninoff on the way to get coffee this morning, and it reminded me of how Mom and Dad loved, endearingly and deeply.  I miss being in their physical presence when they were overwhelmed by loving feelings for their mom and dad.  And too for their affection and doting love for their sons and daughters.