They also sponsor the Santa float, many of the balloons, and more.
Other floats and balloons belong to corporate sponsors, who pay $250,000(!!) each (as of 2022) to enter them in the parade.
Broadway dancers, usually from new shows, and also the Rockettes, perform on the street with the parade every year… I’m not sure whether they pay or are paid.
But other entertainers perform on sponsored floats, so the sponsor has to pay them as well as the entry fee. Nowadays they lip sync to recordings… the mics they hold are dummies.
Sadly, there are millions of people in the world… they say about ¾ of a million in the US alone, and that’s probably an underestimate… who would be very thankful for something as nice as this right now.
Yeah, yeah… it’s not what you call nice. But if you were sleeping in your car, or on the sidewalk under a newspaper, both of which I’ve seen here recently, you’d call those shanties very nice indeed.
“DUCKS’ DITTY.” All along the backwater, Through the rushes tall, Ducks are a-dabbling, Up tails all! Ducks’ tails, drakes’ tails, Yellow feet a-quiver, Yellow bills all out of sight Busy in the river!………………Kenneth Grahame
They tried to train birds of prey to do that, but it’s too dangerous for them because their feet can be severely hurt by the fast-turning rotor blades.
I’ve read that they can be trained to attack from underneath – but that was in a novel, and I’d be the first to say it’s not a reliable source. However, if possible, it would make it safer.
The Internet tells me this was a pressure cooker explosion.
It’s exactly why I’ve never wanted a pressure cooker… Though they tell me modern ones, especially things like the pressure settings on the Instant Pot, which doesn’t go on the stovetop, are perfectly safe.
That’s what they tell me, anyway.
I think I inherited it from my mother. She had a pressure cooker, the old fashioned explodable kind. She brought it out once or twice a year, like, maybe to make corned beef.
She was terrified of it. She never said so, but she didn’t have to.
She seemed scared even putting the ingredients into the pot, before the burner was on. She was nervous the whole time it was cooking, and wouldn’t let us kids into the kitchen till it was over.
When it was time to go in and turn off the burner, her face wore the expression of someone marching to her certain doom… But it never did explode or do anything bad.
We had a similar event.
Back just after we were married, my wife put a pot roast — one of those ones that have the cording wrapped around it to hold the shape — in the pressure cooker, all nice and proper. Rocker on top, rocking away on the burner stove. Rocker slows and then stops. We couldn’t figure out what was happening. Suddenly, the needle-vent valve flew out of the lid, and bits of meat followed.
What had happened was that the roast had expanded and covered the rocker-vent. Luckily the needle-vent wasn’t blocked, otherwise who knows what would had happened.
We were cautious for quite a while after that. Pressure cookers are nice, they do the job really well (cooking faster, higher temps), but there are downsides, as we found.
Love my counter-top cooker (Instant Pot clone) for things like split pea soup, beans, etc. I’ve done pork spare ribs in it, and roasts. It’s been in storage for a while…hmmm…time to do some soup!
We had a permanent stain on the ceiling where Mom’s pressure cooker “went off.” She got good with it eventually, though I never cared for the mush it produced…
A neighbor of my brother’s, when frying turkeys first became a thing around here, in the 1990s, bought an outdoor fryer… It says in the instructions never to use a frozen turkey….
But who reads instructions, right?
Luckily, only the garage burned, not the house, and the car wasn’t in it. Just his fancy new lawnmower, all his tools, all their bikes….
They’d been POed cos the peanut oil cost more than the turkey… but that became a low priority complaint.
The only fried turkey I’ve had was cooked by my brother. He’s a fireman and does it outside. One of the other instructions (often ignored) is to lower the turkey in slowly. As I said, my brother knew all the rules.
I’m not sure whether anything was left of my brother’s neighbor’s turkey after the explosion, or whether it happened just when they put it in, or while it was cooking…. but I know my brother didn’t get any.
They were neighbors, a few houses apart, not super-close friends… but apparently a lot of people came running when they heard the explosion or saw the flames.
I never had a desire to make one after that, and anyway I used to go eat other people’s turkeys. My job was usually sweet potatoes, vegetables, and/or devilled eggs.
Am I old cos I didn’t know they were old fashioned?
They still sell them at the county fair… not that I’ve looked for one, but there are lots of booths selling leather stuff, and those are always on the tables.
My own keys are on a lanyard… I guess I should have realized.
my choice of one of these ‘kiddie’ puzzles is predicated on how long it takes ME to solve it….if I find it right away, then it’s too easy.
if it takes me more than a minute or not finding it at all makes it eligible to be posted
It’s reminiscent of the Norman Rockwell painting, of course, except this has only one young child and his parents, and the rest are old people.
Poor kid, no other children to play with. A whole evening of being polite.
Rockwell’s painting is used to represent and illustrate Thanksgiving on cards and blogs and such, and everybody thinks it’s a Saturday Evening Post Thanksgiving poster.
But it’s not. There’s a good chance the family is shown at Thanksgiving dinner, but it was actually published in the early spring, or late winter, inside the magazine, not on the cover, along with three others, one full page Rockwell painting in each issue.
It was a series called “The Four Freedoms”, based on an autumn 1941 speech by President Franklin D. Roosevelt, declaring four fundamental rights that the US was fighting for in WWII…. The dinner represented the third one… “Freedom from Want.” The others were freedom of speech, of religion, and freedom from fear.
The magazine and posters printed from those illustrations were successfully used to sell war bonds.
‘November 1942. “Neffsville, Pennsylvania. Thanksgiving dinner at the house of Earle Landis.” Acetate negative by Marjory Collins for the Office of War Information.’
There were comments on the picture pointing out and theorizing about something I hadn’t noticed… it’s an accidental double exposure.
Someone surmised that Ms. Collins was having problems with the flash, and everyone to hold still. Some moved more than others, while the food and dishes stayed perfectly still.
I’d thought the woman in the foreground, who is actually Mrs. Landis, was wearing an obvious band-aid… but it’s actually a weaker exposure of her watch. You can also clearly see the two exposure s of her arm and ear. The little boy moved, as you’d expect, as did Mr. Landis, carving the turkey.
Also, people speculated that the plate nearest us was for Ms. Collins, as they probably had invited her to join them.
It didn’t necessarily have to be a double exposure. It could be motion blur. Even with a flash, that is a long exposure time to stay still. (I have a photo of Maggie that is motion blur – the tail shows the same ‘shadow image’ as seen in this photo.)
I would have been that kid – motion blur or double exposure, doesn’t matter: I would have never been able to sit still.
Is it Asian? Traditionally they are the only ones open on Thanksgiving. When I was in collage it was the Gyro place that was open on TG; that got me to try my first Gyro.
Several restaurants around here offer Thanksgiving dinner. A few are buffets…mostly expensive ones. But the cheaper coffee shop chains like Denny’s have turkey dinners on the menu for Thanksgiving.
More are closed at Christmas… but you can still find a traditional or fancy Christmas dinner, especially if you have lots of money, which I don’t.
The picture was obviously taken before there were laws saying you had to use the food that actually came in the package, not just a “representation” … which is how they got away with picturing way more and better than what you’d see when you uncovered that tray.
The whole thing only weighs 11 ounces. A bit more than half of a real dinner. So nothing was taller than the compartments… The butter was a sliver pressed into the potatoes, and that’s at least twice the turkey of the two small, sad slices you’d find.
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New pup?
“Welcome to the pack!”
“Hi guys. .. .. .. .. .. Glad to make everyone’s acquaintance. .. .. .. .. I hope.”
OK, I know your smell. Now I can identify you wherever I run across you.
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Snoopy!
The Macy’s float in their 2013 parade.
They also sponsor the Santa float, many of the balloons, and more.
Other floats and balloons belong to corporate sponsors, who pay $250,000(!!) each (as of 2022) to enter them in the parade.
Broadway dancers, usually from new shows, and also the Rockettes, perform on the street with the parade every year… I’m not sure whether they pay or are paid.
But other entertainers perform on sponsored floats, so the sponsor has to pay them as well as the entry fee. Nowadays they lip sync to recordings… the mics they hold are dummies.
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In 1932 people were thankful for Hoovervilles!
Sadly, there are millions of people in the world… they say about ¾ of a million in the US alone, and that’s probably an underestimate… who would be very thankful for something as nice as this right now.
Yeah, yeah… it’s not what you call nice. But if you were sleeping in your car, or on the sidewalk under a newspaper, both of which I’ve seen here recently, you’d call those shanties very nice indeed.
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That’s snood photography! I never expected anything that racy here.
Welcome back!
I couldn’t ignore my CleoFriends on Thanksgiving!
Well stick around!
That blue is amazing.
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The Sinclair dinosaur, from the 2024 parade.
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The little guy gives it his all.
Despite not quite having mom’s grace yet.
“DUCKS’ DITTY.”
All along the backwater,
Through the rushes tall,
Ducks are a-dabbling,
Up tails all!
Ducks’ tails, drakes’ tails,
Yellow feet a-quiver,
Yellow bills all out of sight
Busy in the river!………………Kenneth Grahame
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I dunno about that caption.
If he was hungry, when he caught it, and hunting for dinner, I’d say technology beat the crap out of nature.
Nothing to eat on that bony plastic thing.
They tried to train birds of prey to do that, but it’s too dangerous for them because their feet can be severely hurt by the fast-turning rotor blades.
I’ve read that they can be trained to attack from underneath – but that was in a novel, and I’d be the first to say it’s not a reliable source. However, if possible, it would make it safer.
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Okay…
All the cowboys in that conflict were crooks.
They were all horse-thieves.
They rustled horses in Mexico and sold them the US.
The “good guys” were no better than the “bad guys…”
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I think he’s looking for Happy³.
With Woodstock!
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Too much pepper in the gumbo?.
The Internet tells me this was a pressure cooker explosion.
It’s exactly why I’ve never wanted a pressure cooker… Though they tell me modern ones, especially things like the pressure settings on the Instant Pot, which doesn’t go on the stovetop, are perfectly safe.
That’s what they tell me, anyway.
I think I inherited it from my mother. She had a pressure cooker, the old fashioned explodable kind. She brought it out once or twice a year, like, maybe to make corned beef.
She was terrified of it. She never said so, but she didn’t have to.
She seemed scared even putting the ingredients into the pot, before the burner was on. She was nervous the whole time it was cooking, and wouldn’t let us kids into the kitchen till it was over.
When it was time to go in and turn off the burner, her face wore the expression of someone marching to her certain doom… But it never did explode or do anything bad.
good thing she never saw this photo
We had a similar event.
Back just after we were married, my wife put a pot roast — one of those ones that have the cording wrapped around it to hold the shape — in the pressure cooker, all nice and proper. Rocker on top, rocking away on the burner stove. Rocker slows and then stops. We couldn’t figure out what was happening. Suddenly, the needle-vent valve flew out of the lid, and bits of meat followed.
What had happened was that the roast had expanded and covered the rocker-vent. Luckily the needle-vent wasn’t blocked, otherwise who knows what would had happened.
We were cautious for quite a while after that. Pressure cookers are nice, they do the job really well (cooking faster, higher temps), but there are downsides, as we found.
Love my counter-top cooker (Instant Pot clone) for things like split pea soup, beans, etc. I’ve done pork spare ribs in it, and roasts. It’s been in storage for a while…hmmm…time to do some soup!
We had a permanent stain on the ceiling where Mom’s pressure cooker “went off.” She got good with it eventually, though I never cared for the mush it produced…
Frozen turkey, meet hot oil.
Yeah, that could do it too.
Luckily, a lot of people do that outdoors.
A neighbor of my brother’s, when frying turkeys first became a thing around here, in the 1990s, bought an outdoor fryer… It says in the instructions never to use a frozen turkey….
But who reads instructions, right?
Luckily, only the garage burned, not the house, and the car wasn’t in it. Just his fancy new lawnmower, all his tools, all their bikes….
They’d been POed cos the peanut oil cost more than the turkey… but that became a low priority complaint.
The only fried turkey I’ve had was cooked by my brother. He’s a fireman and does it outside. One of the other instructions (often ignored) is to lower the turkey in slowly. As I said, my brother knew all the rules.
I’ve never tried it.
I’m not sure whether anything was left of my brother’s neighbor’s turkey after the explosion, or whether it happened just when they put it in, or while it was cooking…. but I know my brother didn’t get any.
They were neighbors, a few houses apart, not super-close friends… but apparently a lot of people came running when they heard the explosion or saw the flames.
I never had a desire to make one after that, and anyway I used to go eat other people’s turkeys. My job was usually sweet potatoes, vegetables, and/or devilled eggs.
I’ve never done fried turkey. I cook thighs and tails for Christmas. I’m going to try the air fryer this year instead of the oven.
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New balloons being readied for the 2024 Macy’s Parade.
I think I saw them in today’s parade…
They usually come back for a few years.
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What am I looking at here, besides two ordinary keys in a leather keyholder?
Defiant is the Home Depot brand… It’s what you get if you have them copy a Kwikset key. I have one just like that on my keychain.
And the other one looks just like my other door key, except… I’m carrying a copy that says Walmart…
But… hey… wait…. why do you have my keys???
I should have just said:—“remember this?”
this type key holder is long since retired
I read it as defiant sci[ence].
Am I old cos I didn’t know they were old fashioned?
They still sell them at the county fair… not that I’ve looked for one, but there are lots of booths selling leather stuff, and those are always on the tables.
My own keys are on a lanyard… I guess I should have realized.
My dad had one that looked like this, except it was red-brown.
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I was going to find my crayons!
Did you lose them in the picture?
Nope!
But you didn’t color the pie slice!
Well, you kinda colored it but not on its own.
Got it. Now it’s time to go read a good book.
Took me longer than it should have.
Of course, once you see it, you always think it’s so obvious that you should have found it faster.
my choice of one of these ‘kiddie’ puzzles is predicated on how long it takes ME to solve it….if I find it right away, then it’s too easy.
if it takes me more than a minute or not finding it at all makes it eligible to be posted
Good plan! But this one definately took me longer than I’m used to.
I do like them a bit puzzling.
Some you just look at it and go… “Okay, there it is”.
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Does this picture look strangely familiar to anyone else?
I meant to post this last night…
It’s reminiscent of the Norman Rockwell painting, of course, except this has only one young child and his parents, and the rest are old people.
Poor kid, no other children to play with. A whole evening of being polite.
Rockwell’s painting is used to represent and illustrate Thanksgiving on cards and blogs and such, and everybody thinks it’s a Saturday Evening Post Thanksgiving poster.
But it’s not. There’s a good chance the family is shown at Thanksgiving dinner, but it was actually published in the early spring, or late winter, inside the magazine, not on the cover, along with three others, one full page Rockwell painting in each issue.
It was a series called “The Four Freedoms”, based on an autumn 1941 speech by President Franklin D. Roosevelt, declaring four fundamental rights that the US was fighting for in WWII…. The dinner represented the third one… “Freedom from Want.” The others were freedom of speech, of religion, and freedom from fear.
The magazine and posters printed from those illustrations were successfully used to sell war bonds.
According to the Shorpy website:
‘November 1942. “Neffsville, Pennsylvania. Thanksgiving dinner at the house of Earle Landis.” Acetate negative by Marjory Collins for the Office of War Information.’
There were comments on the picture pointing out and theorizing about something I hadn’t noticed… it’s an accidental double exposure.
Someone surmised that Ms. Collins was having problems with the flash, and everyone to hold still. Some moved more than others, while the food and dishes stayed perfectly still.
I’d thought the woman in the foreground, who is actually Mrs. Landis, was wearing an obvious band-aid… but it’s actually a weaker exposure of her watch. You can also clearly see the two exposure s of her arm and ear. The little boy moved, as you’d expect, as did Mr. Landis, carving the turkey.
Also, people speculated that the plate nearest us was for Ms. Collins, as they probably had invited her to join them.
It didn’t necessarily have to be a double exposure. It could be motion blur. Even with a flash, that is a long exposure time to stay still. (I have a photo of Maggie that is motion blur – the tail shows the same ‘shadow image’ as seen in this photo.)
I would have been that kid – motion blur or double exposure, doesn’t matter: I would have never been able to sit still.
I think the food in this picture has probably dried out a bit by now.
Eat up m’hearties, and have a Happy Thanksgiving!
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Neat! It’s a basket star!
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Basket_star
You think it’s seaweed… then it waves at you.
It’s like discovering that your potted plant has crawled across the room, and is wriggling.
Reminds me of a SF short story…
“Feed me, Seymour…”
That too – but I was referring to a different one.
the name applied to this .gif is ‘baby-cthulhu’—
must be fanciful, because THIS is the result of a google search
and this
Don’t want to forget to say it….
Thank you. And all the best to you and those you love.
Ooooohh. Twinkly. Stel Bel would approve.
And Happy Thanksgiving to all of you.
Thank you Susan; happy Thanksgiving to you and all who ‘dwell’ here.
Hope you stick around again!
I’ll be back now and then, but I may not be a regular again for some time.
Awww ..
I’m having dinner with friends in Lincoln City.
A restaurant that have never been to yet.
I’m having dinner with friends in Lincoln City.
A restaurant that i have never been to yet.
Is it Asian? Traditionally they are the only ones open on Thanksgiving. When I was in collage it was the Gyro place that was open on TG; that got me to try my first Gyro.
Several restaurants around here offer Thanksgiving dinner. A few are buffets…mostly expensive ones. But the cheaper coffee shop chains like Denny’s have turkey dinners on the menu for Thanksgiving.
More are closed at Christmas… but you can still find a traditional or fancy Christmas dinner, especially if you have lots of money, which I don’t.
Isadore Haumont’s two-story sod house on French Table north of Broken Bow, Custer County, Nebraska, 1886.
Looks like a lot of clever (and work) went into that house. I wonder how long it really was able to stand?
I grew up in Nebraska and my ancestors lived in sod houses. Not a lot of trees so that was what they did.
My grandfather was born in a sod house in the Oklahoma territory.
A friend’s parents bragged that she was the affluent one. She’d been born in a log cabin, he’d been born in a sod hut!
Blue Parrots.
Nice feather hats, nice feather coats. Give them some nice feather shoes, and they won’t be quite so blue. It ‘s a fashion thing, don’t you know.
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IGA is still around and still going strong.
Good to know; I don’t know where our closest one is.
Those dinners always had an “aluminum” taste. Just a little off-putting.
I wonder if that 55 means it was 55¢… Probably.
The picture was obviously taken before there were laws saying you had to use the food that actually came in the package, not just a “representation” … which is how they got away with picturing way more and better than what you’d see when you uncovered that tray.
The whole thing only weighs 11 ounces. A bit more than half of a real dinner. So nothing was taller than the compartments… The butter was a sliver pressed into the potatoes, and that’s at least twice the turkey of the two small, sad slices you’d find.
HAPPY THANKSGIVING everyone