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A blog about a life awakened and rejuvenated around Western New York.


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BREAKING BACK

Who’s this guy Walter White? This Wojtanik guy came ready to leave it all on the table. The age-old fable stems from tales that Dad taught me. The carpenter and apprentice building a bond in the home that he remodeled. Today, the story has a new chapter and is carried forward. Yes, it is hard to believe (I’m finding it hard anyway) but, I’ve completed my siding project. Well there’s still a matter of the downspouts, byr for all intents and purposes, I’m declaring this (in my best  Borat voice – “Great Success!”, “Very nice!”)

We’ll be here twenty-four years in December (Yes, we moved in on December 1st) and through the first three years in which I vowed it would be done, the third year finally ended today. It felt like a long one!

The green shake shingles were an eyesore for all these years (although the green was reminiscent of the old homestead in Lackawanna, growing up on Wood Street.) Dad finally relented for a pastel yellow, but the green was where I began. It seemed fitting to start here, but as with Dad, change was in desperate need.

Vinyl siding, an undertaking I’ve never attempted (well versed in wooden clapboard – thanks Dad!) But I taught myself quickly. The month of August was a dedicated effort to finish. A new month takes control today; it is  right that final touches were completed by the time burgers and dogs hit the grill surface. Labor has ceased on Labor Day.

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< THIS IS THE BEFORE PICTURE

I had ranted on the many hues of “Tan”. (A Woj-TAN-ik house had to find its grounding in the soft brownish hue.) But good God, there was tan and beige and buff, and khaki, and wicker and… you get my point, And being somewhat frugal, I stayed within budget and had foregone the “fancy” colors for tints right off the shelf which were $11 – $22 cheaper a case.

IMG_1185 IMG_1186 Home1THIS IS THE AFTER PICTURE—->

84% of the project was a one man ordeal and as the title mentioned, I busted my back to get to today! And my back isn’t in great shape to begin with! Battling Summer’s hottest and haziest, I sweated off some pounds and turned my skin to leather. Another shade of tan for the project.

I would be remiss if I failed to thank my “crew”: my daughter Melissa and my son (in-law) Ryan Kruse, my daughter Andrea and her BF and my right hand throughout, Cody Stanek, my ‘kid’ sister Laurie Anne Wojtanik and my Brother-in-law Tony Kujawinski (my second story man). The “Foreman” (my wife Janice) kept the construction on track.

And so what next? The back fence posts need to be reset and plumbed up. But for now, mission accomplished. Very nice. Great success!IMG_1189


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HERE, THERE AND EVERYWHERE – BROADWAY MARKET AT EASTERTIME

BUFFALO'S BROADWAY MARKET

BUFFALO’S BROADWAY MARKET

“Bring your car, come and park it. Meet me at the Broadway Market!”

Surveying the Polish Sausages.

Surveying the Polish Sausages.

A Tradition, tried and true. An Old World Market in the heart of the city district of Buffalo, known as “Polonia”. The Broadway Market, a Western New York Landmark, has stood to serve the Polish community for decades. This is the place to be as Easter time draws near. Treats and goodies are found here, and Polish foods have become the staples of  the Swieconka Easter meal. Aromatic Polish sausages (both smoked and fresh) fill the air. The fanciful painted Easter eggs in the Old World style draw the eye and elicits memories of youthful times with family and friends. Breads and butter lambs, and the famous Broadway Market Horseradish, the “bitter herbs” of traditional times all complete the feast. Each food is symbolic in representing Christ’s journey during Holy Week and at Easter.

Easter flowers on display

Easter flowers on display

Easter flowers add their fragrances with Lilies, azaleas, hyacinths, and tulips available amongst others. It is a festival of sorts, as Tony Krew, of Buffalo’s Krew Brothers Polka Band parades down the aisle with his accordion to play polish favorites. But with the times comes mush change as the Market has presumed an International flavor with Middle Eastern fair along with Native American music and even a man with his barrel organ (sans monkey) to complete the scene. 

Much to see at the Broadway Market - Janice picks her Easter lily.

Much to see at the Broadway Market – Janice picks her Easter lily.

Attending the 9:30 mass at the Mother Church of Buffalo’s Polish Community, St. Stanislaus Bishop and Martyr R.C Church, it was the perfect time for my wife, Janice and I to check out the wares on this yearly Pilgrimage. This week will spell a savory trek to the Polish Mecca, in the shadow of  Buffalo’s New York Central Terminal, for no Easter is truly complete in Buffalo without a visit to the Broadway Market.  IMG_0894

FOR MORE INFORMATION, VISIT THE BROADWAY MARKET LINK HERE!


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WHAT A DIFFERENCE A DAY MAKES

Post Blizzard of 2014b – Day 1: A dusting covered the cars and the municipal snow plows spewed onto the groomed apron of my driveway. But no snow was falling when I left for work. The roads were snow covered, but scraped down and the ABS brakes on my car give me the sensation of grinding my teeth badly. A slow trek, but what the heck my driving skills needed to be challenged. And they were.

There was that idiot in the BIGGER SUV than mine whose balls paled in comparison to the plastic prosthetics that hung from his trailer hitch. There was the lady who drove like NASCAR was a slow joyride. The elderly gent who was hell bent on skirting into the McDonald’s parking lot to take his place amongst his cohorts after nearly swiping the utility truck, was a moveable obstacle for sure. And to think I stayed home yesterday in part to avoid driving in the hellacious blizzard conditions, only to take my life into my hands the day after.

Their antics did not make them better drivers. Their reckless attitude toward others on the road, never mind themselves, was an affront to common decency. Twenty-four hours after the “city of good neighbors” pulled together in our weather induced dilemma, it was business as usual in the self-centered minds of these morons. It’s as if a cheer went up in unison. “Hooray for me! Screw everyone else!” A very telling comparison. What a difference a day makes!