We’re not in Florida anymore.

Stump puffballs encountered …

… on a walk through my woods in today’s rain.

I see the shrieking head of a monster.

UD isn’t sure the best first line for an article about the very Jewish Rapoport family…

… is “Christmas came early for the heirs of the historic building…” — but let that go. The heirs of UD‘s grandfather’s brother just won an appeal of a 2017 Worcester County Court decision that would have allowed Ocean City to take away from them a boardwalk building they’ve owned since 1905. 

UD‘s grandfather, Joseph Rapoport, was one of seven brothers who came here from Russia and settled in Philadelphia, but eventually bought and operated businesses in Ocean City, Maryland. Indeed, Nathan – the brother at the center of the appeal – eventually moved to OC full-time and lived on the second floor of the building at issue (its first floor has, for decades, been a Dumser’s ice cream parlor).

Interestingly, Nathan’s obituary only lists Joe among the many brothers.

Nathan Rapoport, 88, one of the business pioneers in Ocean City, died Wednesday in Peninsula General Hospital in Salisbury after a short illness. Mr. Rapoport was formerly of Philadelphia. He was born in Russia. He had operated a games concession business on the boardwalk since 1912, retiring about five years ago. Mr. Rapoport’s wife, Minnie, died in 1968. Surviving are a daughter, Mrs. Gertrude Goldenberg, who with her husband, Bernie, operates a beach accessory business here; three granddaughters; nine great-grandchildren; and a brother, Joe Rapoport, Baltimore. Funeral services wiil be held Friday at 2 p.m. in the Goldstein Funeral Home, Philadelphia. Interment will be in Roosevelt Memorial Park, near Philadelphia. The family suggests, that as a tribute to the memory of the deceased, contributions may be made to the State of Israel, in care of the Beth Israel Synagogue, Salisbury. 

Ocean City “failed to present sufficient evidence to support the circuit court’s conclusion that the Property is located within the boundaries of the dedicated and accepted public easement of Atlantic Avenue,” so it stays for the time being with the Rapoport heirs, who remain in OC and who get rent from Dumser’s.

The current owner of Dumser’s remembers Nathan:

 I remember him walking on the Boardwalk in the mornings in his long sleeved white shirt with a bow tie. A very quiet man. What I know of him is that he came to this country at the turn of the century, and decided to invest his life in business in Ocean City. He owned the property across the Boardwalk where Daytons and Dough Roller sit today. He had to rebuild after two devastating fires only to lose the property in the depression. He and his descendants have occupied the present building for more than 100 years. This is all that is left of one of our pioneers who took a chance on Ocean City when tourism was all about new businesses.

UD barely visible in front of a bookshelf and behind an amazing suit…

… warbling a descant at her neighbor’s annual holiday singalong.

First Frost of the Season

Christmas tree in front of …

… Black Market Bistro.

Seen on an early afternoon walk through
Garrett Park, UD‘s hometown.

Why do we love…

… okay, why do I love, found objects?

Why is the tan fringed scarf
I found on my morning
pick-up-trash-in-Garrett-Park walk
— filthy, soaked, trampled in the
street beside the Saturday market —
the scarf I love the most?

Why are the black riding gloves
I picked up on a sidewalk in downtown
Bethesda the ones I wear the most?

Why is this Martha Stewart Everyday
towel, left foul and abandoned on a
bench in our town’s cool new children’s
playground by the hapless Liz, and
lifted by UD only after weeks
of abandonment, my clear favorite?

Why is this log covered in fungus,
found while walking the dog through
our forest, worthy of display?

And why is this 1982 National Geographic,
which I found in our upstate house, discarded
by some guest or other, so cherished by me
that I ordered another one for Mr UD‘s last
birthday (the original remains in the house)?

It contains an article – “The Incredible Potato” –
whose enthusiasm for the spud I found hilarious.
Throughout that stay at the house, I read
excerpts – breathlessly – to anyone who would listen.

‘One of the attackers got expelled from a [Montgomery County Public] High School last year for assault and it appears that at least 2 of the others got expelled from their High School last year and got bounced to Damascus. Parents need to show up to Hungerford Drive and demand that MCPS ends the practice of bouncing expelled students to a different school in the same county.’

Ah, the public school system. Maybe your university will be lucky enough to have some of these young talented football players/alleged rapists on your team someday.

UD harvests her neighbors’ …

… fall needle drop …

…and sticks it in her green watering can.

Leaf Season Chez Les UDs

UD‘s shadow greets you.

Washington DC, at Dusk, After a Rainy Election Day.

Taken by La Kid from
the offices of Bain & Co.

Voting on a Rainy Day at…

… Garrett Park Elementary School.

(UD attended several centuries ago.)

The Soltans are Taking Over the New York Times Lately.

Look at this picture.

Mr UD stands just behind and to the right of the RESPECT EXISTENCE sign.

UD was featured in her friend Barney Carroll’s obituary. And in her friend Wojciech Fangor’s obituary.

La Kid? She was featured, with her chorus, in a NYT image from one of Obama’s inaugural concerts. We ordered that one; it hangs in her bedroom.

UD’s Father, Halloween 1951

Winter comes…

… to UD‘s bulls.

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