{"version":"1.0","provider_name":"Victorian &amp; Art Deco Architectural Sculptures","provider_url":"https:\/\/randallwolff.com\/wordpress","title":"The Cable building acanthus leaf frieze completed - Victorian &amp; Art Deco Architectural Sculptures","type":"rich","width":600,"height":338,"html":"<blockquote class=\"wp-embedded-content\" data-secret=\"ulbhaI87fX\"><a href=\"https:\/\/randallwolff.com\/wordpress\/2014\/02\/the-cable-building-acanthus-leaf-frieze-completed\/\">The Cable building acanthus leaf frieze completed<\/a><\/blockquote><iframe sandbox=\"allow-scripts\" security=\"restricted\" src=\"https:\/\/randallwolff.com\/wordpress\/2014\/02\/the-cable-building-acanthus-leaf-frieze-completed\/embed\/#?secret=ulbhaI87fX\" width=\"600\" height=\"338\" title=\"&#8220;The Cable building acanthus leaf frieze completed&#8221; &#8212; Victorian &amp; Art Deco Architectural Sculptures\" data-secret=\"ulbhaI87fX\" frameborder=\"0\" marginwidth=\"0\" marginheight=\"0\" scrolling=\"no\" class=\"wp-embedded-content\"><\/iframe><script type=\"text\/javascript\">\n\/* <![CDATA[ *\/\n\/*! 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And now I will start work on the next model. I guess this is as good a spot as any since the other topic of this post is actually connected to this building too, I decided to make a call to a fellow named Antonio I used to work with in this building way back around 1978-1982, he got me a job in the building working night security on weekends, in fact I think this was my first real job outside of working a bit for my father. It was a union job and their contract with the building made it so that even though I was only working one night a week it was still time-and-a-half- $13.00 an hour, that&#8217;s about $45 an hour today! It was still tough staying awake all night midnight untill sunrise and beyond- 8:00 AM when the relief man came, especially so because the building had no heat after 5 PM and it would rocket down to about 45-50 degrees within a few hours once the heat was turned off Saturday by 1 PM. Other than an occasional night bell ringer who needed to be admitted, it was a desolate building, in fact the entire neighborhood there basically closed up around 5 PM and everyone was gone and I had the entire 9 story building basically to myself. Anyway, over the years I wondered whatever became of Antonio, he was a fun dude to work with and we always got along great, on his Saturday shift a couple of hours before mine started, he would often come to my loft to watch the fights in Madison Square Garden my little B&#038;W TV set. Antonio was originally from Spain but could speak and read English reasonably well, though at times he didn&#8217;t know what an English word might be for a Spanish one, and it made for some interesting and hilarious dialogue at times! For instance, one time he wanted to know what time it was, as I had a wrist watch and he didn&#8217;t, but the only way he could think of asking me what the time was- was by asking it in a sort of oddly translated English such as exactly this: &#8220;what time you watch talka to you?&#8221; the first time I heard that question was really the first time I ever heard the question quite that way, but I came up with a great response to that: &#8221; I dunno Antonio, I yelled at my watch last week and now it no talka to me no more!&#8221; Another one he did that was also just as funny, was when he was going to talk about something in the news or politics or life in general, he couldn&#8217;t come up with the proper English words for this, but the proper words may have been something like: &#8220;I read something you can give me your opinion on!&#8221; his version for that was: &#8220;I talka to you this question: what happen if&#8230;&#8221; So with all of that said, now we come to today&#8217;s phone call, I found Antonio in about five minutes with a Google search since he still amazingly enough still lives in Astoria Queeens in the very same house! I had called his number a few years ago but I think his daughter answered and there was some language difficulty and Antonio was not home. Today he was home however and we started to talk, that&#8217;s when I learned he is 84 now, wow! I still picture him much younger with black hair and slightly grey temples, but anyway, he sounded great but I was somewhat saddened that he could not remember me. I brought up details I was sure would jog his memory but didn&#8217;t, yet he remembered the building rental manager we had problems with and other things from then, hmmm, I&#8217;m not sure if maybe there was a language issue on the phone and he wasn&#8217;t quite hearing me well, or if maybe it&#8217;s some memory loss due to age, we did work together for 4 years so it wasn&#8217;t just a brief encounter. So I said I would send him a copy of my book, and was sure when he saw the pictures it would jog his memory and he would remember, I think it will work but wow, it&#8217;s hard to imagine how someone can forget but I can see now how difficult it must be for families who have a loved one with mild dementia or early alzheimers, or just old age wakes up one morning and their family member with that doesn&#8217;t even know who they are despite being family for 80 years or something! Oh well, we&#8217;ll see if I hear back from him or his family via mail after he gets the book, 32 years is a long time ago but I remember everything from back then to the smallest detail, that&#8217;s why this is so surprising, I really expected he would almost instantly recognize my name and then we&#8217;d reminisce about old times and talk about what we&#8217;ve been doing, but it didn&#8217;t happen that way and since he couldn&#8217;t remember I didn&#8217;t continue too far.","thumbnail_url":"http:\/\/randallwolff.com\/wordpress\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/02\/cableacanthusdonesm-721x1024.jpg"}