JETBLUEING BACK TO ROCHESTER

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It was once again on my journey list to Jetblue back to Rochester . The focus of this trip was: to cover the 90th anniversary of the 19th amendment with a celebration at the Susan B. Anthony Park; see what Rochester had to offer in the way of being a travel destination; and explore the Erie Canal from Rochester to Syracuse. Here, I will concentrate on the Rochester portion.

Having seen the Rochester Erie Canal suburbs of Fairport and Pittsford, it was time to get to the culture district area of Rochester and check into the Strathallan Hotel. I was in one of their suites with a full kitchen, two full bathrooms, living room area and bedroom that were probably larger than some apartments in Manhattan. There was a structure that separated the bed area from a couch that faced a television. The walk in closet was large enough to fit a crib and enough places to put your clothing.

With a location on East Avenue, sites such as the George Eastman House International Museum of Photography and Film, Memorial Art Gallery and Rochester Museum & Science Center were within walking distance. However, Esther and Eunice may be spring chickens, but I'm not. I totally took advantage of their free shuttle which will take you up to three miles away from the hotel and pick you up as well...as long as a shuttle is available. Haitham, one of the drivers, seemed to be shuttling me all over. I totally thank him for that! www.strathallen.com

I took the opportunity to relax in my room before going off to dinner with the editor of one of the newspapers that I write for, Empty Closet. I heard loads of kudos about a restaurant called Pier 45, located on Lake Ontario in a section called Charlotte.

The weather was fine for sitting outside with the view of the lake and stayed long enough to witness the sunset. We met the owner, Joe Floreano as well as most of the staff when they saw Esther and Eunice at my table.

I ordered Spring Pea Soup with crab meat, a house salad, and Striped Bass. The bass was served with wild rice and broccolini. Dessert involved a peach cobbler with a scoop of peach sorbet and a scoop of freshly made whipped cream. I also got to taste a small malted milk shake. I must say that the food and view was so worth going there. www.pier45attheport.com

An hour was certainly not enough time to visit the Public Market. I got there in the morning and talked with many of the vendors, especially those that were either making or growing their products. That's not to say that there wasn't a variety of both local and out of state fruits and vegetables to choose from. I had subsequently found out that the Public Market won an award for the best Public Market in the country.



One guy grew herbs and the most popular was catnip. He had various teas as well, that he combined.

Heirloom tomatoes was the love fruit at one stand. I had the opportunity to do a tasting of various colors and sizes. Not all green, yellow, orange or red tomatoes taste the same.

With outdoor and indoor areas, you could purchase meat products. One butcher who raises pigs was selling pigs heads. Esther and Eunice certainly thought it was odd.

Saturday, August 21st, 2010 was the 90th anniversary of the 19th amendment, giving women the right to vote. What better way to celebrate but at the Susan B. Anthony House and Susan B. Anthony Square, here in Rochester.

Deborah Hughes, Executive Director of the Susan B. Anthony House was on hand to open the ceremony as politicians Louise Slaughter and Sandra Frankel delivered speeches and proclamations.



There are four buildings dedicated to this Susan B. Antony complex. The house itself is a museum with items that were donated by her family. A tour of the home is offered for a small fee. A second building abuts the house and used as a Visitor's Center complete with a gift shop.

Behind this center sits a Carriage House...more like a replica. It is used for exhibits as well as lectures and Tea. I suspect that the tea idea emanates from the two bronze statues in the park; that of Susan B. Anthony and Frederick Douglass having tea and most likely discussing what would be the 19th amendment.


The fourth building, btw, is across the street from the house and used for the administrative offices. www.susanbanthonyhouse.org

Esther, Eunice and I found this most darling place to have lunch. It's called La-Tea-Da! located at 258 Alexander Street at the corner of Park Avenue in an old purple painted Victorian home. This tearoom and parlour is owned by Maureen Becker, whose title is "Lady of the House".

It appears that if you are going to have an afternoon tea you might as well play the part. Various old hats are provided to set that Victorian mood. However, it's the young girls who get the whole "dress up" experience with dresses, boas, hats, etc. Needless to say, children's tea parties are one of Maureen's mainstreams. Play date for mom's brings them and their daughters for lunch and tea.



That's not to say that grown ups, including some men, don't flock to La-Tea-Da! for a fabulous afternoon, where one should expect to spend at least a few hours enjoying both the teas and delicious morsels of food.

Waitstaff are referred to as "Nippies". Your table is set with a large tea pot as the centerpiece and you are equipped with a bell to ring when you require the assistance of a Nippy.

Maureen purchases the loose teas and bags most of them. I think that it makes it easier to clean out the pot. Black, English, White, Green, Herbal and an entire category dedicated to Rooibos, my favorite. This is a "tea" that derives from a honey bush and usually from South Africa. I had the pleasure of sampling the Roobois "teas" of Belgian Chocolate, Red Mango, White Palace Marzipan, and Florida Orange.

As for the food, what could be more richer or tastier than Blueberry Soup? Hey, that's even more antioxidants! Add a sampling of salads and a croissant of turkey, cranberry and gouda. Yummy!



When it comes to desserts, a scone with Devonshire Cream (her most delicious version) and jam, is the one that stands out and goes with the tea experience. It is not your ordinary scone. Maureen has created a more warm and moist recipe that looks and tastes as if a slice of biscuit-y cake is being served.

La-Tea-Da! has a veranda option for dining outdoors with a view of a lovely garden below.

As for Esther and Eunice, they said "Every time a bell rings, an angel gets its tea." www.la-tea-da.net

I would have walked off the calories from La-Tea-Da! but it was just a bit too far to the George Eastman House. Eastman, as in Eastman-Kodak, the film industry. The house, located at 900 East Avenue, officially named as the George Eastman House International Museum of Photography and Film, lends itself to a three part either self-guided or instructive tour.

First there are rooms on the main level that house exhibits and collections. Walk to the rear and you begin to view the home itself. It continues upstairs to view the bedrooms and then out to the gardens.



www.eastmanhouse.org

Dinner was at the Park Avenue Pub at 650 Park Avenue. Rustic and home-y restaurant. I started with their Risotto of the day, which was with crab meat. An onion salad, was not what one would think it to be. They take a whole Vidalia onion and stuff it with cranberries and couscous before baking it. I was trying to share it with Eunice but she began belching just looking at it. Oh, well. Both Eunice and Esther excused themselves from the table when my chicken entree arrived. Dessert was not turned down by neither as I ordered a triple chocolate bread pudding. Yum!

This particular Saturday evening, dinner ended at 10 p.m. and the restaurant became a karaoke bar. I sang two songs and thought I heard Esther and Eunice clucking along.

Afterward, I got a driving tour of the area's night life. Park Avenue and downtown East Avenue were packed with people, young and old, gay and straight, and various ethnicities.

I great night's sleep at the Strathallan and we're off to breakfast at Jine's, located just down the block from Park Avenue Pub. I had the Orange Marmalade French Toast. Eunice was eying one of their varieties of Eggs Benedict dishes but was ward off by the person eating it. I explained that she thought it might be a relative. They will come along with me to explore some of the Erie Canal.

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As a native New Yorker, my childhood days were spent living in a housing project in Queens. Life´s educational traumas began during the first month of second grade when I was kicked out and forced to enter third grade. Teacher: (surrounded by principal, mother and teacher next door) "You can go to third grade or if you stay in second grade, you can´t raise your hand anymore." I believed it had something to do with my IQ and reading skills. I chose third grade and stopped reading.
A few months later my family moved to a housing projects in the Bronx, where my third grade teacher immediately presented me with a white plastic instrument called a "flutophone", but no instructions except the ones that come with the toy. I figured it out for myself…as well as the recorder, the next year, and the piano, during the summer. With an opportunity to join the orchestra, I requested to play the clarinet. The teacher turned me down on this just because I´ve never played the instrument. I offered to then play the piano. When I told her that I had been playing it for two months (having gone through at least the first three books), she still denied my participation. Personally, I thought that the teacher had a mental or emotional problem, simply backed away and joined the glee club.
Vowing to complete my education ASAP, I skipped yet another grade and announced my career as a comedienne. My Junior High School education was filled with extra credits (whatever would get me out of class) and participation in the school play.
I attended the High School of Music and Art, but dropped out after two weeks (I was under the impression that I´d be playing the piano and singing all day) and opted for Christopher Columbus High School and taking up the oboe.
My chosen career commenced when I teamed up with Joel Brooks and joined a repertory group headed by Franklin R. Levy. Our first paid gig was actually working at a bakery where, when customers asked if the bread was fresh would respond by saying, "Yes. As a matter of fact we have to slap its face every hour."
Most likely due to my now poor reading level I barely made the grades to enrolling into Queens College (and eventually moved to Queens), where I graduated "cum hella high water"….or was it, "summa or later".
Summer came around after my freshman year and having just turned 17, still needed working papers. CCHS was a block away from my house, so I opted to have my former principal do the paper work. It was that particular day that a movie scout was seeking students for roles in the movie "Up The Down Staircase". When Director Robert Mulligan and Producer Alan Pakula said that they want me to be in the movie I knew that I would be enjoying a rather interesting summer job.
Although I tried to explain to our non-paying repertory director that I was going to be busy, he talked me into the role of Musical Director for a full production of "The Roar of the Greasepaint, the Smell of the Crowd". I "only" had to compose an overture, play 5 songs, transpose music and teach the musical numbers to about 15 teenagers. Two weeks into rehearsal, Franklin informed me that the girl playing third lead had to go away for the summer and would I take her part….
Picture my running cockney dialogue with Joel, exiting the stage and running down a flight of stairs, "silently" swinging the doors open to get to the piano in order to accompany his singing, "Who Can I Turn To".
I continued to complete my college degree, majoring in Communication Arts and Sciences with a minor in Psychology.
Despite my inability to get much more than a C+ on any term paper, I secured my first full time day job involving writing a monthly newsletter with information on where one can obtain grant money.
Needing a break from my job and show biz, I whet my travel appetite when, at the age of 21, I purchased a "See America" bus pass and, for a few months, traveled across the country.
When I returned home, I wrote and performed my solo nightclub act and changed my last name to "Exit", so that I could see my name "up in lights." The act included scenes from "The Wizard of Oz", Jerry Lewis imitations, show tunes and humorous songs.
In 1985 I submitted an article to a local newspaper, ceased my show biz career focusing on dining, entertainment and travel…and the rest is herstory.
Presently, I am the Arts and Entertainment Editor of the Queens Times and contributing writer for Empty Closet, La Voz Latina, Edge Publications, as well as several local and out of town publications.
In addition I was non-employed by the New York Sharks Women´s Tackle Football Team to do their publicity, the reason being that they have been voted as the top women´s football team in the country and not everyone knows who they are. I have succeeded in getting a signed football into the Pro Football Hall of Fame as the first item ever from a women´s football team. I have also gotten a permanent exhibit of the NY Sharks into the Museum of World Treasures in Wichita.
I recently secured my own radio show, Whirl With Merle, on www.blogtalkradio.com with several focuses; travel being the heart of it as well as having a blog site www.merleswhirls.blogspot.com.
In 2008 I decided to write and publish a book called "Whirl With Merle: It's A Humorous Life". It does not contain my numerous adventures. I will at some point follow up with "Whirl With Merle: It's An Adventurous Life".
I have recently acquired Esther, from the Rubber Chicken Forest located at the Twisted Oak Winery in California. She travels with me and manages to get into many of the photos.

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