|Posted on Friday, February 10, 2012 - 1:02 am: |
This is rllaey cool, I love this idea. I did a few web searches, and from what I can tell you're the only one pursuing this. I tried it on my own page and was still prompted for login credentials, I'm still playing with it though. Does anyone know if you expose any security risks by passing username:password this way?
|Posted on Saturday, December 31, 2011 - 4:21 am: |
Tip top stuff. I'll exepct more now.
|Posted on Wednesday, December 24, 2008 - 9:01 am: |
My husband's first cousin is Marianne Hardart. We rec'd a copy of her book as a Christmas gift last year. It was exciting to look thru it and share memories my husband had as a child living near the city. I work as a nurse/ healthcare coordinator in an assisted living in Masachusetts. We have alot of New Yorkers and well travelled residents living here. I have found the book to be a valuable tool in our activities dept. The book with it's pictures, stories and recipes evoke memories and reminiscing amongst the residents. Many of these people are memory impaired and reminiscing is like a gift to them. Even this morning (Christmas eve) I had a conversation with a woman who said she went to Automat after Christmas Mass every year. It was a family tradition. During this conversation several other people shared their thoughts and memories about Automat. They all loved the baked beans. I have also brought the postcards in to share with these people. The stories eventually turn to the depression, the war and childhood trips to the city. Thank you for a wonderful book and another means to enhance the lives of many people.
|Charlie B. Monell
|Posted on Monday, June 12, 2006 - 1:29 pm: |
My Grandmother would take my sister ,brother and I to the Automat in Upper Darby, Penna,during the Second World War, since our mom was working as a welder in one of the General Electric Plants.
I always took the bake beans in a little pot, fish cakes and mash potatoes.
The coffe out of the spout was the greatest.
What ashame that Past ,present and future generations of children didn't get the thrill of putting your change in the slots.
|Bernice Anderson Ham
|Posted on Monday, August 22, 2005 - 9:12 am: |
As I sat writing about my life as a child, the Automat came to mind. My Father was working on his PhD at Columbia University in the mid 50's. We were living in Harlem at the time with my Mother's aunt. When Aunt Florence did not cook dinner, we all went to the Automat. I can't remember exactly where it was in relation to Harlem, downtown I suppose but it was only a short walk or bus ride away. I always marveled at the idea of a machine with no apparent human touch, or at least to a 4 year old, could produce the most delicious lemon meringue in all of New York City! WOW!!