New Foster Child in House!

December 29, 2016


Well, it’s me again, writing on my Lady’s blog. I can’t take this new foster child! You understand that this is a metaphor, right?  You, the readers, only understand metaphors, so I’m trying to speak your language. This 6 month old male (that’s 3&1/2 in human years) is disrupting the household. He chases us all – even the canines are intimidated.

There are two more of my kind outside that my Lady wants to get fixed – so there will be no more babies – which is good. But this newcomer has had absolutely no parenting – so he has no control.

How can he survive in a home filled with disciplined beings and art?

Granted, my lineage is nothing to brag about, but this bastard child knows no bounds.

Stay tuned!kimg1015-1


Metropolitan Museum of Art End of Season Clearance Catalog

December 28, 2016

kimg1062-2paul-klee-topThe Metropolitan Museum of Art End of Season Clearance Catalog arrived today.

I’m so glad my budget doesn’t even allow for a reduced $7.48 set of Mary Cassatt note cards, no less a $97.50 18th Century Parisian 5&3/8″ ball point pen of gold overlay and lacquer. The latter would appeal to D.D.T. (Disastrous Donald Trump).

But I must say that Paul Klee’s “Deep Pathos” (circa 1915) inspired vibrant top would tempt me if I had a budget even close to DDT.

It is freeing to be so poor.

2010poster300-2010and11But on the other hand, if I had some DDT money, it would be great to be able to design and sell a top inspired by a Camden Students at Peace Doing Art Poster (circa 2010).


In Thanksgiving for Karen Avenick

December 27, 2016

  kimg0994-2karens-xmas-tree In Thanksgiving for Karen Avenick

Karen and I love life. My dear friend said to me:”Nobody cares.”

Oh no Karen, it’s the opposite, everyone cares, they just don’t know how to…

We all face times in our lives when this thought pops up, Karen, but just remember and know how much YOU care!

We’ve talked about it. We’ve sung songs about it. We love life and have lived life. Yesterday, sitting outside in the spring afternoon…

…the hundred foot, hundred year old trees around Collingswood Manor…”Gorgeous” you said. You are gorgeous, Karen, my dear.

People file in and out of your room hurrying to the task at hand, you smile and it makes them feel better…

You say “thank you” or “no thank you,” when they ask a question. They want to help but don’t know how.

Let’s look to the music we love and sing it: South Pacific, The King and I, Finean’s Rainbow…Finean’s Rainbow!?!

Oh, why did I say that? Remember that Bum’s Song… “When I’m not near the girl I love, I love the girl I’m near…”

Let’s change the word “girl” to boy or another person, place or thing: When I am not near the creature I love, I love the thing I’m near…

So many persons, places, things, around us Karen. Aren’t we promiscuous! They all love us back in one way or another when you think about it.

But it’s sometimes hard to see. Let’s keep our eyes and hearts open. Let’s “keep the faith,” as they say.

Thank you for your wisdom, Karen, for saying just the right thing in response to just the right situation.

I want to hear more of your thoughts, Karen. Forgive me for not taking the time to listen. I’m too busy with “loving the thing I’m near!”

Barbara Pfeiffer, 2015

B.J. Swartz – Librarian – Art Aware Website Manager

December 21, 2016




The First Art Aware Calendar on the Art Aware Website,thanks to B.J.

I first met B.J. at Robert Wood Johnson Medical School Library in the 1990s. Without her I would be computer illiterate. It’s not that she took my hand and gave me lessons. She just inspired me to learn on my own. She adopted my Art Aware non-profit organization onto her own website in 1999 and shortly afterwards gifted me with my  website – – and managed it.

In 2006, I officially became a Senior Citizen and rather than dropping me and treating me like a child (many youngsters do that to oldies), she continued our relationship and the management of the website with an eleventh Newsletter. Now it’s ten years later, I’m ten years older and she still manages the website and inspires Art Aware’s Blog –

Many computer-articulate whizzes, like B.J., do not promote the confidence of pedestrian Seniors like myself on the Internet. She is different. Perhaps that is because, as she says on her own website, she is a librarian, philosopher, poet and well on the way to becoming a Senior herself. Check it out –!

I Admit I’m A Little Nuts

December 13, 2016


The animals I live with teach me about the world.

Their interpersonal relationships are not so different from humans. They vie for attention, establish hierarchies, discriminate between ages, sexes and species, are jealous of each other and put up with each other. Most important, they all love me. But my six-year-old pit bull doesn’t love me as much as she does her twelve-year-old shitsu brother and twelve-month-old Great Dane brother.

They feed my ego as “savior,” since they’re all rescues. They come from a long heritage of my 30 years in Camden, N.J.

I  am never lonely. I never feel afraid. It isn’t in their cat or dog natures to harm anyone. I’ve never even heard the dogs growl. However, they’ve never been tested by anyone trying to harm me. But if an assailant came around I don’t think my dogs would be kind.

A little black, mixed breed dog, Patsi, helped my mother, at age three, recover from the death of her mother from brain cancer in 1915.

And my dogs and cats help me survive the craziness of our world in 2016, one hundred years later!

Lady I Live With Is A Little Nuts

December 13, 2016


The last time I wrote a blog for the woman I live with was on August 10, 2014.

She doesn’t know I sneak onto her computer and write when I’m upset about something.

It’s a zoo in her house with four dog housemates and three cats. Recently she added another feline to the family – a six-month old black male.

It was sheer persistence that got him admitted. It’s cold outside and he wanted in. He actually pushed his way in despite being greeted at the door by two canines.

My lady quickly ushered him upstairs into a room of his own.  This was five days ago and he has been meowing every since – as if he owned the place.

I am the oldest in this family. In order to keep my authority, I will ignore him and maintain my dignity.

This lady I live with is a little nuts. We don’t need another animal in the residence. And how pushy will this boy get as he gets older.

God help us!


Donald Trump, A Nobody in Modacius

December 6, 2016

Donald Trump, a Nobody in Modacius

In Modacius Donald Trump is a nobody because there are so many people who know more than he does about reality. We are a small city of people who know about hardship. We are multi-racial, multi-cultural, multi-national, multi-denominational, multi-income, multi-everything that DT is multi-not.

Drug Suicides in London. Bell Ringer in Camden.

November 26, 2016


Drug Suicides in London. Bell Ringer in Camden.

Yesterday, for my Rutgers-Camden film class I saw a heartbreaking movie about drug suicides by young addicts in London.

Today, for four hours,  I was standing outside Walmart ringing the bell for the Salvation Army.  Talk about contrasts!

I needed the joyful faces of Americans of every stripe and age dropping bills into the Red Kettle after their shopping and making comments.

“As a child, my mother always had me drop money into the bucket and now my daughter and I are doing the same thing.”

“My brother is an addict in Florida and he’s getting help from the Salvation Army to break his habit.”

Two very different verbal contributions to me that summed up my last forty-eight hours…



Thanksgiving in Modacius

November 24, 2016

It’s so quiet in Liney Ditch Park at 7:30 a.m. The dogs lead me across the open space to the berm where forty-foot evergreens grow as well as a great variety of other trees.

My Great Dane mix puppy will be one year old on Christmas Day. He dwarfs my six year old pitbull mix. The neighbors are asleep and safe in their row houses.  The Philadelphia Inquirer was just delivered with a million shining ads for Black Friday and I have no desire to look at even one of them – for which I’m grateful.

I have an abundance of gratitude for the roof over my head, my family, the neighbors, the government, schools, churches, organizations, police and all those

who support a good life for so many in Modacius (the mostdangerouscityinU.S.)

Post Election Conversation in Hot Tub

November 24, 2016

Post Election Conversation in Hot Tub     11/12/16

Setting: A white senior female (WSF) and a black senior male (BSM) friend are sitting in the hot tube at the Salvation Army Kroc Center in Camden, New Jersey. After a short while, a black middle-aged female (BMAF) friend of the male joins them.

WSF: Have you recovered from the election?

BSM: Well, what do you think of who you put in office?

WSF: Can you believe a bunch of white males from the boondocks did this? They know nothing except their own tiny tribe set far away in the backwoods. And they voted for someone who knows nothing outside of his own privileged white tribe! He has NO experience!

BSM: And women voted for him too.

WSF: Yes! 53% of them. What is wrong with people. A man who disrespects women, has been married three times, accused of rape…

BSM: And black women voted for him too…(a black middle-aged female friend heads into the hot tub and he whispers to WSF)…and here comes one who did just that…

BMAF: Ohhhhhh – this feels good…

WSF: Yup – 102 degrees.

BSM: We were just talking about the election. How could some black folk vote for him?

BMAF: And how could so many not vote at all…?

BSM: But how could any woman vote for him?

BMAF: I don’t have any answers. I just leave it all in the hands of Jesus.

(BSM and WSF raise their eyes (only their heads showing above the steaming water) to heaven