Click to enlarge (also on Flickr). See also, The Greatest Generation, Kuzmak Home Movies (Part1), Kuzmak Home Movies (Part2), Pop, and Pop (Reprise).


  

Blockquote via Susan Moock (the older sister of a Jimmy Moock—culdsac friend I once through gravel at while waiting at the bus stop. Other fond memories include crashing through his mom's garage ceiling/attic floor Lee Majors style & channeling the force to hack through her hydrangea bushes). Link via TMZ...

I was her neighbor in Yardley Hunt, Yardley Pa. We used to play together as kids and so remember the whole auditioning process. Her mom would give us updates before she got the role, what a blast from the past! I often wondered what became of her! Glad to see she is still in the business!
Posted at 5:54PM on January 28th 2009 by Susan Moock Cooney

  

Today we said goodbye to Maxy (aka Piggy la Rue, Fat Boy, Seal Boy, Maxy Pup, Frank, etc). He was the kindest, sweetest, stinkiest, and most accident prone dog I have ever known. We'll miss you big guy!


  

See also, Kuzmak Home Movies (Part 1), The Greatest Generation, Pop, Pop (Reprise), Pop's WWII Medals, and Nana.

Christmas 1962 & Uncle Mike's 6th birthday...


  

Summer of 1940. Footage of Pop(-pop) on leave. Blockquote via Uncle John (JOHN KUZMAK)...

See also, Kuzmak Home Movies (Part 2), The Greatest Generation, Pop, Pop (Reprise), Pop's WWII Medals, and Nana.

This DVD was made in 2007 from usable portions of a 1940 of 1941 16mm home movie. The scenes primarily at the front of the Virginia home of John and Mary Dubinsky Kopacz. A small segment was filmed at Virginia Beach. The people filmed are as follows:

MR. HARRY D. GARBER A funeral director in Plymouth, PA during the 1930'sand 40's. When he appears he can be identified by a mustache with waxed ends, although he was primarily behind the camera. At the time, he was one of very few people to own a home movie camera in the area.

MRS. GARBER One of two slimmer women. She appears is most shots wearing a hip-length jacket.

MR. MICHAEL KUZMAK, SR a tall, slim, clean-shaven man with a cigar in his hand and wearing a fedora. Brother of Theresa "Dora" Dubinsky and uncle of Stephen and Mary.

MRS. MICHAEL (ANNA) KUZMAK, SR The heaviest appearing of the three adult women and wearing a flat hat with a broad brim and flowered dress. Stephen and Mary's aunt.

MR JOHN KOPACZ The youngest appearing of the civilian men. Known by most as "Kope".

MRS JOHN (MARY) KOPACZ The second, slim woman. Stephen's sister.

STEPHEN DUBINSKY Appears wearing the uniform of an enlisted- rank member of the United States Army Air Corps. Estimated age 19-20 years old.

MICHAEL KUZMAK JR Appears wearing a uniform of a United States Navy enlisted man. Estimated age 19-20 years old. First cousin and very close buddy of Stephen Dubinsky.

SANDRA KOPACZ female child of John and Mary Kopacz (unknownfirst name) GARBER is young boy in the uniform of a Fork Union Military Academy Cadet.

JOHN KUZMAK Young boy (approx 7-8 years old) in white sailor cap. Youngest son of Michael and Anna Kuzmak.

Occasion: Harry Garber and Michael Kuzmak Sr were close friends. Stephen and Michael Jr entered the service in 1939. They had each completed basic/boot training not very long before and by coincidence found themselves assigned near Kope's home. The house became a meeting place for Stephen, his sister and their first cousin. Anna wanted to visit her sailor son and it pretty much meant going near Fork Union, Virginia. This meant the Garbers could have a visit with their cadet son. This became the summer vacation trip for both families. They drove down to Virginia in a limo normally used by Garber for funerals In addition to the regular, roomy seating the limo had two folding seats in the rear. It was a very classy and comfortable way for 4 adults and 2 children to travel and we all enjoyed the trip very much. For so many of the family to get together for an enjoyable few days soon became especially significant because in December of 1941 World War II began and there weren't many more opportunities to meet for the next 4 years.

  

My sis recently took some time off to a record a demo album with friend and guitarist Johnny Myles White. Now, while she'll probably kill me for for saying so, Annie fanboys & girls will know this is not her singing debut. At first, I thought I'd only have the wikipedia entry to go on. But thanks to my friend the interweb and YouTube user DaneilSelby1965 (I still can't freakin' believe it), I have the audio AND visual!

Anyway, the intent here wasn't to embarrass Aileen, but rather to give props to her (and Johnny) on their debut together. My top 3 from the album below...




  

During the fall of 1994, I arrived at St. Edward's Hall for my second tour of duty at La Salle. Stashed somewhere between a load of clothes & supplies was my Nana's guitar. I had brought it along hoping I'd run into someone who could teach me the basics. A few weeks later, I met Rob Levy, who happened to be fellow psych major & guitar virtuoso. Better yet, his cell (a 20x10 single that later doubled as our studio) was only a few doors down from my own. Rob earned his beer money teaching lessons to students in & around Philly but turned down every dime I had to offer.

Recent events (namely Fiona's obsession with music), have inspired me pick up where the two of us had left off (we lost touch soon after graduation in '97). Yo man! If your still out there (or someone you know happens to be reading this), give me a shout! I'd love to hear what your up to these days. A few years ago, I converted a few of our demos into MP3 format:

See, also Postmodern Doodles.

Last night
she had some questions
She wondered to herself
She said
Hey honey
haven't you thought we had enough
He knew
withheld expression
and wondered to himself
He admits
he's a little afraid
It's been a while since I
spread my wings
to fly

A few days
pass by
She tries to think of something else
Still in love
she cries
The times they spent together
would last with her forever

He found it hard
to be alone
when things weren't looking up
But he'd say
There's always hope
and I hope it finds us
two lovers that had enough

Voices
[Oh] he heard them
But he would never listen to them
No he wouldn't
Voices
Out of nowhere
But he would never listen to a word
they'd say

And he would stay
another day
While thoughts would play
within his mind
With hopes of change
someday
he'd be somewhere

Somewhere he was faceless
Away from the rat race
Somewhere he'd never have to hear
the voices
Faceless
not a player
Somewhere a man can find a thought
of his own

And he would pray
another day
While thoughts would play
within his mind
With hopes of change
someday
he'd be somewhere

Somewhere like tomorrow
Yeah, there was one
But it was gone
and never would be the same
Tomorrow
Maybe another
He could pull himself together
and be someone

[Instrumental]

  

Just finished up a brochure for the Quinn Academy for the Performing Arts (A.K.A. my mom & sister). It's like Michael Jordan camp but with my sister instead of Michael Jordon. Registration is limited to 30 students per 3 week session, so you better act fast (pun intended).

Below are some memories/propaganda I found on YouTube.






  

Pictured above is Pop (my grandfather and your great grandfather) & Navy warrant officer (machinist), Michael Kuzmak, who served aboard the USS Goldsborough DDG-20, SC-505, & USS Romulus ARL-22 during WWII. While I'm not a very patriotic person at heart, the following poem did strike a chord.

See also, Kuzmak Home Movies (Part1), Kuzmak Home Movies (Part2), Pop's WWII Medals, Pop, and Pop (Reprise).

It is the VETERAN, not the preacher,
who has given us freedom of religion.

It is the VETERAN, not the courts
who has given us the right to keep and bear arms

It is the VETERAN, not the reporter,
who has given us freedom of the press.

It is the VETERAN, not the poet,
who has given us freedom of speech.

It is the VETERAN, not the campus organizer,
who has given us freedom to assemble.

It is the VETERAN, not the lawyer,
who has given us the right to a fair trial.

It is the VETERAN, not the politician,
Who has given us the right to vote.

It is the VETERAN, who salutes the Flag,
and serves under the flag.

Thank God for the VETERAN.

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