Back Across the Pond

 Which isn't shrinking as much as I thought it was. The agent at check-in at Heathrow was asking everybody if they had any illicit Christmas crackers in their luggage. (Explosives, see?) Americans would have been puzzled.When I first came to America and tried to go into a shop and ask for Christmas crackers they pointed me to the cheese and biscuits.

More shortly....

Northern Lights

Dateline Manchester

A city of many beautiful sights. Such as interesting pub signs..

And signs, if we needed them, that the Atlantic continues to shrink

A wild and wonderful statue of Chopin, who played in Manchester just before he died.

And in the shadow of City Hall

A delightful Christmas market

with stalls from Germany and Italy and France and Finland, with several kinds of Gluhwein, Irish coffee and the like. Not to mention more local delicacies.

And Bill and Ben..

 And over at the Theatre of Dreams, Mr de Gea limbers up

 

Mr Falcao does his stretches. Gently, please! Gently!

RVP looks much happier.

And the most beautiful sight of all.

Not that I have anything against you Scousers out there but it's only fair after last season, when we had the same result in reverse.
(American friends, just to explain, we are talking about soccer. )

Strange Goings On

 On the way to the airport, we swung by the Marina and Buffalo Harbour. Though not to check on the boat, which is hibernating in a local farmer's barn. It was odd to see the floating docks removed and emptiness where ranks of boats bob in the summer.
Not to mention this...

 We wondered what this dredger and tug (tugboat to my American friends) were up to.

 They were dredging something up. All kinds of possibilities present themselves. Mafia victims? Sunken treasure?

Perhaps they were making Lake Erie deeper to make it suitable for submarines. Perhaps it goes with those strange buoys that have been appearing that look like eyes on sticks. We always smile and wave when we pass them, just in case.

But whatever it was, it was going to take them a seriously long time.

I expect we shall never know the real truth.
Though one thing we did learn. The Lake was very very far from being frozen over, so we can all look forward to some more thrilling Lake Effect Snow.

To Lands Beyond

The blog is on its travels for a couple of weeks. But hang in there - something may well appear. Watch this space!

Local Landmarks: An Olean Transformation

  People driving down Walnut Street  a few weeks ago, could be forgiven for doing a double-take.   The former Transfiguration Catholic Church was having its steeple removed.

  “Trans” as locals affectionately called it, used to be the heart of the old Polish community, nestled in a district of typical western New York  wooden houses.  Then, five years ago, the church was closed and the parish merged with another one in town.  But it turned out to be not just an end but also a beginning.  

  That bit of the story started three years ago, when disaster hit another church building in Olean. The   historic St Joseph’s Maronite Catholic church, built in 1919, went up in flames caused by an electrical fault near the altar.

   It was a sad day for the town.   It may seem odd to have a Maronite community here in western New York but here they have been for over a hundred years.

  The Maronite Church’s origins lie in the ancient Christian city of Antioch and the name comes from the 5^th century hermit and monk, St Maron.

  Maronites are scattered throughout the middle east but particularly in Lebanon. Their Church community is one of  many Eastern Rite Catholic churches, in communion with Rome but with their own distinctive liturgies.

   The forebears of the present-day Olean Maronites came to America either to escape persecution or, like so many other immigrants, just wanting a better life in the Land of Opportunity.

    Many set up small businesses - garment shops, grocers’ and the like.  Their descendants still own, among other enterprises,   a popular local restaurant – the chef’s mother came from Lebanon - and what I reckon is the best dry cleaners’ in the world, name of John Ash. They’re so good, we even bring them clothes to clean in our suitcases from Britain.

   Every year the Maronites have a festival, the Mahrajan, which all Olean  likes to attend for its great food – the baklava is the best – not to mention its traditional belly dancers.

   After  St Joseph’s  burnt down, the Maronites were offered temporary sanctuary in Transfiguration Church. They went on to buy the church  and the current building works, as Father Anthony Salim, whose grandfather came to America in 1911 explained, are all part of  a plan to make it more in tune with the Eastern Rite traditions.
  For one thing,  the statues have been removed, to be replaced by icons.
  And that explains why there's now a dome, not a steeple. And the good news is that it's still a church.

Let's Hear it for Buffalo!

 A reader has chastised me for painting an unfair picture of her city. Here it is, seen from our boat.

"As a life long resident of Buffalo NY I take exception to your comment that Buffalo doesn't have much going for it. Apparently you have not been to Buffalo in a number of years or checked out what is going on in Buffalo. Buildings are being built, old ones are being rehabed as multi purpose apts, offices & retail. Waterfront is alive and well, over 800 events are held from May to Oct. the medical campus employees employees over 13000 people with growth should have 17000 within 3 years. Business are moving to Buffalo. You need to visit and have the convention and visitors bureau show you all that has happened and is happening now. It is a "new and renewed city" Barbara from Buffalo.

     I take your criticism on board, Barbara.  Alas, Londoners can be very arrogant about other places.Though I have to say in my defence that I'm a frequent visitor to Buffalo, as this blog will attest and have said some nice things about it too.  I agree that, amid the swathes of urban dereliction, there are signs of new life, not to mention the many lovely old buildings. So let's hear it for Buffalo! But speaking as a foreign observer, a few attractive cafes at the waterfront (and particularly at the marina, where I spend a lot of my time trying to avoid looking at ugly concrete and queuing for hours to get an ice cream) would prove that it really is alive and well and not just functioning on life support.  Until that happens, I hope that Barbara and other Buffalonians will forgive me for retaining a little scepticism!

Ferrari Moose

Spotted in an Ohio car park, where one local Volvo owner evidently has a sense of humour.