I was going to change my shirt, but I changed my mind instead.
— Pooh

Personal stuff

In Full Swing
Kinky
Photography
Sean
Swedenborgianism

In Full Swing

This is the fifteen-piece swing band in which I play alto sax. We've been at it since early 1998, doing weddings, concerts, dances, retirement homes (where our old stuff is a real hit), an occasional benefit and a couple of New Year's Eve parties—First Night in Newtown, PA in 1998 and the Station Restaurant in Manayunk (a Philadelphia, PA neighborhood) on New Year's Eve, 1999. In all, we had 23 gigs during 1999. By the way, the food at the Station Restaurant was outstanding!

We've got a demo CD with three songs: It Don't Mean a Thing, Misty and Zoot Suit Riot. I've also got a list of songs in our repertoire. Call us at 215.947.0440 or e-mail me at hughhyatt at bluehen.udel.edu (you'll need to fix my address in the obvious way) if you might be interested in hiring us. We'll invite you to one of our Tuesday night rehearsals.

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Kinky

Kinky was my paternal grandmother. Her real name was Carina Glenn Hyatt. She was born 18 August 1890 and lived to be 98 years old, dying in 1988. She and my grandfather Pa—Hubert Hyatt—had 10 children, of which my father was the 4^th, the oldest son (and only son for 16 years). Near the end of her life, she had 100 descendents—50 female and 50 male. Amazingly, all but two were alive. Lyris, their 2^nd daughter, died two years before she did and Bethany, a great-granddaughter had been killed in a car in the early 80's. By the way, all my other aunts, my father and my uncle are still alive. Pa died in 1961 of emphysema, after many years of ill health. In most of my memories of him have him in an oxygen tent.

Kinky grew up in Bryn Athyn, where I live. Her sister married Raymond Pitcairn, who took up architecture and eventually built the Bryn Athyn Cathedral. For practice, he built them a house across the valley from the site of the future cathedral when they were a young married couple. They both lived there the rest of their lives and died there. I myself lived there from 1996 till my Aunt Morna moved and and the family sold the house in 1998. Aunt Morna was, I believe, 80 years old at the time and had lived there all her life.

I have many wonderful memories of times in this house, especially with my cousins, many of whom (not surprisingly) lived nearby. One cousin, Gray Schoenberger Glenn captured some these memories in her poem Hyatt House.

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Photography

I really enjoy taking photos. I especially like black & white photography. Unfortunately I don't get to spend as much time at it as I would like.

A couple of years ago, my employer held a photography contest. They were looking for pictures to enlarge and frame for our several offices. I placed in several categories; all the pictures below except the first (my favorite) were winners. Click on them to load full-size versions.

Friday's Child (85K)

Ski Kenozia! (92K)

Abandoned Rail Line (161K)

Pennypack Creek in Winter (143K)

Pennypack Springhouse (174K)

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Sean

Sean is my grandson. Born on 20 September 2001, he is now one year old. His mother—my daughter—says he is no longer a baby but a little boy. These pictures show it I think. Click on them to load full-size versions.

With his monkey (161K)

Laughing (142K)

On his kiddy car (132K)

Preparing to overtake Tiger Woods (182K)