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Showing posts with label The Krims. Show all posts
Showing posts with label The Krims. Show all posts

Sunday, October 25, 2020

Remembering The Krims

This photo features the upper portion of a 19th century prewar apartment building named La Rochelle. It is located on the UWS of NYC.

I don't want this day to pass without acknowledging the fact that eight years ago, October 25th 2012, Mr. and Mrs. Krim's two little children were murderd in their apartment which was located in the La Rochelle (on NYC's UWS).

They were killed by their nanny and I wrote about the incident on  this blog at that time.

I pass the building where the horrific event occured on countless occasions and I always think of Mr. and Mrs. Krim as well as their other little daugher who lost her siblings to that horrific crime.

Mr. and Mrs. Krim have had two more children since that time and are actively involved in a foundation set up as a way of honoring the memory of daughter (Lulu) and their son (Leo) who were killed in cold blood by their nanny.

I admire (understatement) how the Krim family has carried on with their lives and this posting is an offering of sorts to acknowedge that I also have never forgotten where I was and what I was doing on the day of 10/25/2012.

Saturday, November 3, 2012

Thoughts for All Soul's Day


Eight days ago, on October 25th 2012, at 5:26:01, I took this image of one of my house finches enjoying my Kiwi Vine in my roof top garden (in NYC); and he was even using one of its branches for a "launching pad" to take off, and fly around in peace for the first time that day! 

For as it happened, all day long, ruthless jackhammers had been being pounded below the surface of a building (a few doors away from me), which is being renovated. 

This renovation has been going on for months, and the workmen are pounding the jackhammers from early in the morning until late afternoon, disrupting all the folks who live within earshot. I had been concerned about how the noise has impacted the birds who visit my garden, but folks told me "the birds are used to it."