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Driving into New York was once very familiar to me.  This time the traffic seemed worse.  I dropped Wendy and the bags at the Holliday Inn, Times Square. Then my problem was to find a petrol (gas) station, to fill the tank prior to dropping off the car; followed by a three block walk back to the hotel.  That all went better than expected and we were soon out on the town for dinner.

 

 

The next morning, Wendy had some shopping to do, at Johnny Was, her latest go-to, so, I walked with her to the store near Columbus & 43, where I had a coffee and enjoyed being back in New York (top-left of the pictures above). 

Later we went down-town to ground zero, where the twin towers of the World Trade Centre once stood - until the 11th of September 2001. 

On that fateful day, Wendy rang me in Melbourne to tell me to turn on the TV, to see the south tower already hit by a plane. Then came a second, passenger aircraft, plunging in. 

The first part of the attack - now very familiar images

 

Then a third.

Both towers now on fire. We watched in horror as hundreds of people leapt to their deaths rather than be burnt alive. Little specks. Then, in sequence, the towers pancaked down in a vast cloud of grey ash.

Before I arrived in New York our offices had been in the World Trade Centre but we had recently moved to W51st, mid-town. Nevertheless, I went there on several occasions, particularly with visitors to New York. It was a change from the Empire State Building and quite a different view.

Around 1978 I made this short Super 8 movie snippet on the South Tower Observation Deck - World Trade Center NY
On a clear day it had views to the horizon 45 miles away 

At the beginning, I left in a brief glimpse of a subway train covered in graphiti - a blast from the past
Now the cars are pristine stainless steel with an American flag on each

At the end you can see a defunct and long-gone section of the West Side Drive - also covered in graphiti

 

The 9/11 memorial now occupies the the old foundations, a quarter of a mile below. The twin towers have been replaced by a single, taller, building: One World Trade Center, again the tallest building in New York.

The memorial goes to a great deal of trouble to record every single death with photographs and eulogies and names recited.  There are also selected 'shards' of wrecked equipment from the buildings and remembrance of the heroism of the first responders who lost their lives - a firetruck and so on.

The blue stripe across the image (second from the bottom- left) is made up of individual plaques recording those who died that day and the banner is a quotation from the Roman poet Virgil: "No day shall erase you from the memory of time."

On the surface, this seems a dubious quotation to use. No one actually remembers the Heros to whom Virgil was referring, except in myth.

Yet, it's certainly true at a fundamental level. Every person who has ever lived and died changed the present, simply by being, and thus changed the future of the world - as did Virgil's Heros. 

The future changed an awful lot that day.

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Later, we went for a walk in Central Park and I went to the Metropolitan Museum - the Met - old familiar territory.  Wendy had more shopping to do.  I took a few photos that you can see by clicking on picture below (not as many as I took last time and probably a few duplicates).

There was a special exhibition of Dutch masterpieces. and the MET has, perhaps, the best early civilisations collection in the world.
Too much to take in.

 

 

Enough just enjoying the city. It was time to do something touristy, like going for a tourist boat trip on the harbour.  This was not something I did when I lived here.  It was a true tourist experience (rip-off) time wasting; manipulative; and a lot more expensive than the Statten Island ferry. But it served to highlight how much the city has grown and modernised since we were here in 2007. Spectacular. 

Later, we walked in SoHo and the Village.


You can see more pictures of New York, from our 2007 trip, by clicking on the pictures above

Needless to say we used the subway system to get around -  as almost everywhere in the world now - you buy a card and top it up as you go.  One big change, from the late 70s, is the lack of graphiti in the subway and the clean, stainless-steel, air-conditioned trains. Another, is a much diminished feeling of interracial tension when riding them.

Grand Central Station

Going to the Bronx - no worries.

What a city. I ❤️ NY.

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Southern France

Touring in the South of France

September 2014

 

Lyon

Off the plane we are welcomed by a warm Autumn day in the south of France.  Fragrant and green.

Lyon is the first step on our short stay in Southern France, touring in leisurely hops by car, down the Rhône valley from Lyon to Avignon and then to Aix and Nice with various stops along the way.

Months earlier I’d booked a car from Lyon Airport to be dropped off at Nice Airport.  I’d tried booking town centre to town centre but there was nothing available.

This meant I got to drive an unfamiliar car, with no gearstick or ignition switch and various other novel idiosyncrasies, ‘straight off the plane’.  But I managed to work it out and we got to see the countryside between the airport and the city and quite a bit of the outer suburbs at our own pace.  Fortunately we had ‘Madam Butterfly’ with us (more of her later) else we could never have reached our hotel through the maze of one way streets.

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Fiction, Recollections & News

The McKie Family

 

 

 

 

Introduction

 

 

This is the story of the McKie family down a path through the gardens of the past that led to where I'm standing.  Other paths converged and merged as the McKies met and wed and bred.  Where possible I've glimpsed backwards up those paths as far as records would allow. 

The setting is Newcastle upon Tyne in northeast England and my path winds through a time when the gardens there flowered with exotic blooms and their seeds and nectar changed the entire world.  This was the blossoming of the late industrial and early scientific revolution and it flowered most brilliantly in Newcastle.

I've been to trace a couple of lines of ancestry back six generations to around the turn of the 19th century. Six generations ago, around the turn of the century, lived sixty-four individuals who each contributed a little less 1.6% of their genome to me, half of them on my mother's side and half on my father's.  Yet I can't name half a dozen of them.  But I do know one was called McKie.  So, this is about his descendants; and the path they took; and some things a few of them contributed to Newcastle's fortunes; and who they met on the way.

In six generations, unless there is duplication due to copulating cousins, we all have 126 ancestors.  Over half of mine remain obscure to me but I know the majority had one thing in common, they lived in or around Newcastle upon Tyne.  Thus, they contributed to the prosperity, fertility and skill of that blossoming town during the century and a half when the garden there was at its most fecund. So, it's also a tale of one city.

My mother's family is the subject of a separate article on this website. 

 

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Opinions and Philosophy

The reputation of nuclear power

 

 

One night of at the end of March in 1979 we went to a party in Queens.  Brenda, my first wife, is an artist and was painting and studying in New York.  Our friends included many of the younger artists working in New York at the time.  That day it had just been announced that there was a possible meltdown at a nuclear reactor at a place called a Three Mile Island , near Harrisburg Pennsylvania. 

I was amazed that some people at the party were excitedly imagining that the scenario in the just released film ‘The China Syndrome’  was about to be realised; and thousands of people would be killed. 

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