Civil War Lithograph
Civil War Lithograph, if you have any questions, would like an appraisal or want to purchase something email Steve directly at stevemnsn@yahoo.com.
Out of Many, We are Truly One
A better 60 sec. spot for a new lithograph collectable of Obama entitled 'I Am Not A Perfect Man' by the artist O at Venice Beach, Ca ...
VIDEO 3 MOTOS.CL360-KZ900-CB450
motos clásicas. 24 Heures du Mans, an original poster, 1974 Arie Wachenhauzer, A family group. BMW R90/6 año 1976, pefecta, original, JOAN MIRO ...
Relationships Over Process
I have this special edition of the Gospels that I take out ever so often. Even though it was published in 1928 I am sure that it I not worth much monetarily. It is printed on cheap paper and it is obviously not a topnotch printing job. It has a hand stamp on the inside cover “Made in Greece” and the language contained inside is not the ancient Greek of the texts, but the gospels in Modern Greek. I love running my fingers over the indentions on the cover of the four Evangelists Mark, Luke, Matthew and John to feel each faded impression on the cardboard. There is only one lithograph inside. It is the icon of Jesus the Pantocrator or “ruler of all” surrounded by four winged angels. Why does this black book, with broken and faded edges mean so much to me? It is not necessarily the book itself, but the person who originally owned it that it reminds me of when I hold it in the palm of my hands.
Ted Roligas was a family friend who attended the same church growing up. He was the local owner of the A&W Root beer drive inn on the outskirts of town that went out of business when more fast food places opened in Lincoln, Nebraska. Ted was part of a small immigrant community of Greeks in this pretty homogeneous town that owned quite a few of the restaurants of my youth. There was A & W, Kuhn’s Café and the epitome of eating joints: Papa John’s. I will confess that I spent many hours at Papa’s eating Gyros, huge pancakes and Greek salads. We once even had Thanksgiving Dinner there.
Ted ate there as well, especially when his drive inn went out of business and he made his money from a food stand that traveled from county fairs and events throughout Nebraska. As a matter of fact Ted and my father ate there together. When they didn’t eat they met there for coffee. This was one of the places in Lincoln where I was not known as Brian, but “Lee’s boy”. I am sure that is what I was known by Ted as well.
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