Saturday, December 22, 2012

THE CHRISTMAS PRESENT

Evie and Ginny
     It was Rod's and my year to spend Christmas in Virginia with my daughter and her family.  Rod and I had been Christmas shopping and I probably bought books, my favorite gift, for my granddaughters who were six and four years old.  We were in Toys-R-Us and Rod spotted this 2.5 to 3 foot tall Tyrannosaurus Rex and he wanted to buy it.  I kinda looked sideways thinking these are little girls they're not going to want a big ole dinosaur...that's a boy's toy.  He bought it anyway and I tied a bow around it's neck and put it under the tree with their presents Christmas Eve after they'd gone to bed.
Photo taken by Ginny




Ally and Jerome
     Our room was on the bottom floor of Rick's and Robin's three story home.  It was a grand room that had at one time been Rick's home office and we had our own bathroom and we slept on an airbed with a big warm down comforter over us and one under us.  Christmas morning we were awakened when Ginny and Evie came bouncing down the stairs all excited that Santa had come.  "...and there's a DINOSAUR!!"  they both cried out all excited for us to wake up and come upstairs.  My "heart grew three sizes that day".  It was a wonderful Christmas.

     I learned my lesson that year about what a child's heart will love.  That dinosaur has been a guest at tea parties held on the kitchen floor with a tea towel thrown over an upside down basket along with dollies and stuffed animals.

     This fall Rod found the same dinosaur at Toys-R-Us here in California and it now belongs to our thirteen year old granddaughter Ally.  Ally's dinosaur is named Jerome.  Merry Christmas.

 Love, Sandy

Wednesday, November 14, 2012

LAST WEEKEND November 9 - 13, 2012



BIRTHDAY GIRL EVIE  AND BIG SISTER GINNY










BATTLE ROYAL IN THE BOUNCY RING

PARENTS ENJOYING THEMSELVES
EVIE ON ONE OF THE SLIDES


Well, we're home again home again giggity gig.  My dad always said that as he pulled into the driveway.  It's from an old children's rhyme "To market to market to buy a fat pig.  Home again home again giggity gig."  We were in Virginia last weekend for our youngest granddaughter Evie's sixth birthday at The House of Bounce.

Started off Friday by getting up at 3AM in the morning so we could catch a 5AM flight out of our little northern California town of Chico.  If you don't get the early flight out the next flight isn't till noon and you miss most of the flights to the east coast out of San Francisco and we fly space available as retired United employees.  So, guess what I did?  We pulled up to the front of the tiny Chico Airport to unload our bags and I go "Where's my purse?"  You guessed it, I walked out with all kinds of stuff to load in the car and left my purse with my IDENTIFICATION at the house.  The TSA's (security) at the airport have a procedure to clear you for travel if you've lost your ID but even if they did that I had no ID to get me back to California so we went home getting back to the house about 6AM and Rod re-listed us for
the noontime flight out of Chico to connect with a flight that would get us into Washington Dulles at midnight so we went back to bed till 9AM.  We had no problems getting out of Chico on the noon flight and good luck getting on the first of the two chances to get out of San Francisco.  My daughter Robin was good enough to pick us up in the middle of the night.

Saturday morning was fun with Rick, Robin, Ginny, and Evie as Rod unpacked all the stuff we brought...a couple of different jars of olives (pimento, almond stuffed, garlic stuffed, big unpitted queens) and olive oil from the Olive Pit in Corning,  four big pomegranates we got from our nephew Robbie who had access to an orchard full  (checked at Giant Foods and they were $3.00 a piece), dry salami and two loaves of fresh sour dough french bread, and something my son-in-law Rick and my two granddaughters covet, a jar of pomegranate jelly made by my sister-in-law Barbara.  The Best!  With Tillamook cheddar cheese and Triscuits lunch Saturday was a feast!  Oh, I almost forgot,  Rod also brought with us a case of beer he got from the Sierra Nevada Brewery in Chico.  Tumbler, Rick liked it when they visited us last August.  The rest of Saturday was used to visit and get over jet lag since there's a three hour time difference between California and Virginia.

 On Sunday it's off to The House of Bounce for Evie's sixth birthday party.  This is the greatest place.  They have four huge blowup slides and a blowup bouncy ring in a huge wharehouse like facility.  They even have comfy couches and coffee and sodas for the parents who come.  It was fun to see Kelly and her son Ian who is about four days older than Evie, Sally and her son James and daughter Charlie, and Evie's kindergarten friends and old friends from Chesterbrooke Academy.  They serve pizza and sodas and birthday cake at the end and the birthday child sits on a throne while opening presents.  The kids sing Happy Birthday and always end the song with Cha Cha Cha.  Sunday evening we drove to Old Town Alexandria and parked by the Potomac for a great dinner at Rick and Robin's favorite restaurant the Fish Market .  I had shrimp and Rod had grilled sea bass.  Yum!

 I always love to go to Rick and Robin's because they have great computer service that's FAST!  No waiting and waiting for something to come up and I even got to see YouTube stuff I never get to see at home because dial up is so slow and the only thing we can get in the middle of nowhere.  Rick says I only come to see them to use their fast computer service.  Of course that's not true but I do go through withdrawal when we get back home.

Tuesday morning it's up again at 3AM to catch a 6AM flight out of Washington Dulles back to San Francisco.  We got to the airport at 4:15AM only to find that the first flight had cancelled.  We stood by for the next two flights, remember we're space available retired employees, but finally got on a flight that arrived in San Francisco about noontime.  We were happy to have exit row seats together with extra leg room.  It's rare to get first class anymore.  There wasn't another flight to Chico till almost 5PM so we had a long wait at San Francisco and we passed the time having a dinner and Rod got on the computer and I played Scrabble on my IPad and caught up on the FB news.  We were lucky to get on that 5PM flight and finally got home around 7PM.  EXHAUSTED!  3:00AM East Coast time is midnight California time so collapsing in bed at 8PM  I slept till 8AM this morning.

   

   



     

Thursday, November 1, 2012

SOME THOUGHTS AND A QUOTE

How many of us grew up in a little town or village built on a railroad line, not built on a busy highway or heavily traveled road, but a two lane road that leads off into the heartland.....mountains, hills, flatland or by a river or stream... where our hearts and our memories yearn for and come back to us in dreams of home.

"All things share the same breath...the beast, the tree, the man, the air shares it's spirit with all the life it supports."  Chief of Seattle

Beauty is in the eye of the beholder.  WOW!  That was a lesson for me from the 1970's when I moved to San Francisco and found beauty comes in many forms....not just the Anglo idea of beauty I grew up with in Virginia.  Huge lush lips...asses the size of hams, skin color in every range from milk white to ebony or freckled, hair both curly curly or pin straight, eyes small to large, thick lashes/fine lashes.  OMG my husband as a young man was gorgeous in no way I was attracted to as a girl....thin, thin rock star thin with cruel eyes protecting a heart of gold.  Eye colors not blue or brown but green or the color of root beer Popsicles.  An artist like a photographer looks for the soul of the subject and the soul isn't always in the eyes.

When I think of those handwritten papers done in no. 2 pencil in grade school with my left had dragging across what I'd written and the perpetual pencil carbon smudge on my left hand and in the eighth grade finding out if I turned my paper the other way and wrote backhanded the smudge didn't happen anymore and my paper stayed clean.  Eighth grade when I developed my own cursive flair that has lasted till today although expediency and age has caused me to abandon some of my most flourishy capitals but the signature is still the same.  All because of my right sided brain.

I never questioned or thought of Mayberry and Andy Griffith's character Sheriff Andy Taylor as anyone or anything or anywhere that was false or made up or different because that was my childhood.  Mayberry was just a little further south than Fairfax, Virginia.  

Thursday, October 25, 2012

DC STORIES

 From the Fall of '65 took the bus from the corner of Old Lee Highway and 236 through the Circle and Old Lee Highway all the way through Falls Church to DC with all the kids who took public transportation to O'Connell the only Catholic High School and all the Government workers....over Key Bridge to Georgetown and past the Circle to walk a couple blocks up 17th to the Corcoran School of Art in the Corcoran Gallery a block from the White House and next to the DAR. Drawing teacher was Mr. Schmutzart (sp after all these years) who was still there in the 1980's when my friend's daughter went to the Corcoran. Design teacher was Joan Carol who had been Carol Channing's college room mate and had great stories of New York and whose specialty was theater stage design.

Lunch was up 17th past a restaurant where Washington luminaries held tables can't remember the name but personalities like Art Buchwald and other Washington glitterati held daily sway. The doormen there made sure we art students didn't accidentally get in... to another restaurant that did allow us in with Petra Fischer whose mother was NATO and who had gone to school with Lucy Bains Johnson. Petra was beautiful but very small chested and did not like Lucy because when they were 11 or 12 Lucy said "why I've been wearing a Brawl (bra) since I was 10 years old" copying Petra's German accent copying Lucy's Texas accent....or the Campus Club a block or two away on the George Washingtron University Campus area for the most delicious hamburgers cooked over an open fire on rolls thick and wonderful... .it was here we took Kahlida Baeg when Indira Ghandi came to town and her entourage would pass by the Corcoran because she was Pakistani and her father was Assistant Ambassador and hated Indians..the two countries had been warring for centuries...in the Spring we would take bag lunches and eat in the park at the back entrance to the white house and tourists would take pictures of us.

Nightlife was the Crazy Horse on M, or an invitation to The Ambassador's birthday party at the Ghana Embassy, or Dupont Circle and the first of the Anti Viet Nam War propaganda I ever saw, and Miss Meekka and the other "ladies" (remember, Allan)...exciting to an 18 year old from Fairfax....but mostly the Campus Club for me and my pals and Matt Cain's Little Bit of Ireland for the soldiers we worked with at Woodies 7Corners from Arlington Hall.....or most especially The Journey Inn which was our home away from home the summer of 1966.

I loved DC.

Post Script:  My friend Ralph Cherry has let me know that the restaurant by the White House was the San Souci.

Sunday, October 14, 2012

MENDOCINO

     In June for several years running Rod and I accompanied family on trips to Fort Bragg on the north California coast camping and fishing and abalone diving.  The first couple of years we came up from our South San Francisco home where we lived under the marine layer of clouds and fog and wind and were used to it but our relatives from the north Sacramento Valley came to the coast from temperatures in the hundreds and this was a great relief to them.

 We towed our twenty foot Grady White the John Frederick with us and took it out salmon fishing and had great fun taking our grandson and nephews out on the ocean.  I handled the wheel while Rod manned the downriggers and helped the boys.  If someone yelled "fish on!" you had to get out of the boy's way as they rushed the poles.  Rod would get the biggest kick out of this.  We used to take our Grandson with us all the time and he was a great sailor and never got seasick Rod says probably because young people don't know they're supposed to.  I used to love fishing the Mendocino coast because you only had to go out two miles to be in deep water.

ROD AND ROBBIE TAKING THE GIRLS OUT FOR A DIVE
 While we were salmon fishing others of our group were diving for abalone a sea mollusk that is absolutely delicious. They went out about a quarter of a mile and dove in about 10 to 15 feet of 48 degree water on a low tide over the rocks where the abalone grew wearing wet suits and flippers and snorkel gear and a weight belt to help them not be so buoyant.  An abalone knife for prying them loose from the rocks and a sack to put them in completed the rig.  Every time you see a picture of a sea otter lying on it's back opening a shell this is what they are feeding on.  When our nephew Robbie was young he used to swim out with an inner tube with a net strung over it  and he'd swim back and forth and dive with each of his kids.  The one thing you really had to be careful of is Great White Sharks as this is their domain.

BARBARA, BOBBI, AND ME WAITING ON THE BEACH
     After a couple of years we left the Grady White home and took the Zodiac a seventeen foot rubber boat that was Rod's first boat.  It could hold all the divers, their gear, and the catch at water level and was easy to dive from.  One time Rod decided to dive, too, as he did when he was a young man and went over the side after setting the anchor wearing the weight belt he used for gold dredging in the Feather River (which is another tale for another time) and the weight belt was too heavy and not adjusted for the ocean.  He started to go down and he would have never come up.  They would have found him drowned had not Robbie, a big strapping handsome boy not grabbed him and unbuckled the belt which promptly sank to the bottom.  Robbie helped Rod back in the boat and retrieved the weight belt for him and still got his limit of abalone.   All this while Bobbi, his wife and I are sunning ourselves on the beach and picking up shells and completely unaware of the drama.

THE BOYS BACK AT CAMP WITH THEIR CATCH
     Back at camp with their catch the guys all set to cleaning the abalone and taking mallets and pounding them till they are thin and tender for cooking.  You coat the steaks in egg and roll then in crushed cracker crumbs and salt and pepper and fry them up in olive oil about three minutes to a side.  With all the other things we've brought with us from gardens and our home kitchens we have a wonderful feast.  To let you know just how special abalone is Rod and I were a Duarte's in Pescadero and they had it on their menu.  Abalone Sandwich $45.00.

In the evening we sit around the campfire in warm jackets and talk and laugh and tell stories.  When the kids were real young they'd run around the campsite playing but as the years passed and they became teenagers and young adults they had their own great fire to sit around.  Mendocino and Fort Bragg have wonderful antique/novelty shops and restaurants for other distractions on a long weekend.  Halcyon Days.    

             

Sunday, September 23, 2012

STORIES TO TELL WHEN YOUR OLD

     If you don't have experiences when your young how will you have stories to tell when your old:

     Like flying out of San Carlos CA in a little Cessna 150 heading out over the coastal hills to fly over Half Moon Bay and up the coast in the evening.  Flying over the Golden Gate Bridge on a clear night the cars on the bridge and the lights of San Francisco are twinkling and so beautiful.  I'm helping Rod watch for other air traffic as we don't want to fly into anything.  Over the San Francisco Bay across to Oakland to Livermore  and the Red Baron a "fly in" restaurant for dinner.  Cross winds and turbulence prevented us from putting the plane down and it almost felt like we were hovering there on the approach to the runway like a helicopter forever.  We've flown in here a number of times for dinner so tonight we head back across the Bay to San Carlos and end up having dinner at the restaurant in the Sheraton on the Peninsula.

     Like the time we were flying on  employee passes on United out of  Washington Dulles and we stood by but didn't get on any non-stop flights to San Francisco and our only hope was a direct flight through Denver.  There's non-stop flights and connecting flights which are two different planes and two different flight numbers... but there's also what we call direct flights which are flights that may make a stop but it's the same flight number and plane all the way to the destination.  There's also change of gauge flights that I might explain at some other time but they don't relate to this story.  Well, we stood by for the direct flight through Denver and got on and just before the plane landed they announced from the flight deck that this plane which was scheduled to go on to San Francisco after the Denver stop was going to Colorado Springs instead so they dumped all us standbys and paying passengers out at Denver.  There was only one flight left to San Francisco from Denver left that evening so we all hoped we would make it... Rod and I and all the other employee standbys who were hoping to get back to the Bay Area that night.  The plane that was going to San Francisco was coming from Seattle and the only passengers on the flight was the Denver Broncos who had played Seattle that day.  I don't know who won or what but we stood there watching all the Broncos deplane and they were HUGE.  The flight was delayed because the Broncos had trashed the plane and they had to clean up the mess.  It wasn't looking good for us because the flight was a full flight out of Denver and the gate agents advised all us standbys that there was a flight into San Jose we could probably all make and then we could carpool in cabs up to San Francisco Airport to pick up our cars.  Rod and I decided if we didn't get on we would try for the redeye out of Denver back to DC and arrive for the early non stops to San Francisco the next morning so we continued to stand by for the San Francisco flight while all the other standbys went for the San Jose flight.  It's a good thing we did because we were then the only standbys and we got on in First Class and finally made it home that night.      

     Like pulling into the dock at Pillar Point after salmon fishing all day on the Pacific ocean and Rod tells me to get in the bow of the Grady White to jump off and tie the boat to the dock as we pull in only there's someone on the pier I hand the rope off to and he holds the boat for Rod and ties her up.  I think I can step off the front over the rail and don't realize how high up I am so what I do is crawl over the rail and land flat on my back on the pier it's a wonder I didn't fall in the water.

     Like boat camping on Lake Shasta.  We're pulled into a cove and Rod has tied us up in the middle and we've stored everything in the cabin after dinner and blown up the air mattress to sleep in sleeping bags on the deck under the stars.  You feel so close to eternity because without city lights the stars in the night sky are so clear.  We've got a tape in the little TV we've brought with us and we're settling in in the dusk cause night falls real fast on the lake.  Our poles are still in the rod holders with the line pulled up and secured when we hear a jetski come into the cove and a female voice calling out "Oh fishermen, aren't you worried about your poles?"  When we hear this our heads pop up and we startle this poor girl and she heads out of the cove exclaiming "Oh, I'm so drunk".  Don't know what she expected.

     Like the next morning when Rod releases the ropes so we can pull into the bank to go up into the woods to do what everyone does in the morning after coffee and he pulls into the bank for me to step over the bow to jump down only as I go over my right heel catches and I'm hanging there with my hands clenching the rail and my arms stretched and my heel caught on the rail like a ballerina with the highest kick in the world and I'm yelling for him to push my heel off it's stuck and Rod's looking at me with huge eyes.  Finally he lifts my heel off the rail so I can drop down but when I come out of the woods back to the boat he's turned it around so I can step over the back into the boat. Whew.


     I just read this to Rod and he smiled and said "Hopeless" and I smiled and said that's what my family calls "Doing a Sandy".








           

Sunday, September 9, 2012

THE CEDAR CHEST

Mom and Dad on their wedding day August 25, l945.
     When my Mom graduated from Fairfax High School at sixteen (soon to be seventeen on the Fourth of July 1944) she went to work for the Federal Government.  Her parents moved the family from The Pink House, and some of you will know what house I'm talking about but it wasn't pink then, in Clifton VA to Cameron Valley in Alexandria VA to housing built for the influx of workers who had come from all over the country to work for the war effort.  The war was World War II and her parents were already working at the Torpedo Plant.  The move to Alexandria was because gasoline was rationed and hard to come by.  With the money she earned working in her very first job she bought a bedroom set for herself and a cedar chest.



     The cedar chest was a hope chest.  In it she put the sheets and linens and treasures she was saving for her  marriage to her own true love.  That was my Dad who was her first cousin's pen pal.  When  Dad came to finally meet Mae he found she towered over him but Mom was just right.  This was okay with Mae because Dad introduced her to his friend Warren and they became a couple.  Dad and Mom and Mae and Warren were close friends all their lives.



My guest bedroom and the cedar chest.
     The cedar chest was always at the base of their bed but when my parents moved from the country on Popes Head Road into the Town of Fairfax in 1958 Mom put the cedar chest in the bedroom I shared with my sister Linda and we displayed our dolls and stuffed animals on top.  The cedar chest held treasured baby clothes, love letters, pictures and wedding portraits, and the little powder blue suit Mom was married in.  I could wear it when I was a freshman in high school and I did as a Halloween costume.  The skirt was short because styles were very short during WWII and it was a little snug.  I thought of myself as a kind of hillbilly Li'l Abner type character so I pulled my hair up and put a Minnie Pearl hat on my head with a flower sticking straight up.  Linda and I went trick-or-treating with Pat McGhee and Judy Norwood and Tina Meyers in Green Acres.  I think Pat's sister Deenie was with us.  We trick-or-treated at the house my parents eventually bought in 1965.  Tina's mom was supposed to drive us home but somehow there was a miss communication and we kids ended up walking home cutting through where they were building the new administrative building on University Drive.  It was scary.

     When United Airlines transferred my parents to San Francisco in 1966 the cedar chest stayed with Linda and eventually became her three boy's toy chest.  When she and her family moved to Phoenix AZ in 1979 she left it at my Grandmother's house on Popes Head Road in the basement where it stayed for years.  Dad retired from United Airlines in 1978 and Mom and Dad returned to Virginia to the house on Popes Head.  In 1994 when Rod and I became engaged after dating cross country for four years I transferred from United Air Lines Washington Reservation Center to  the San Francisco Reservation Center and I took the cedar chest with me.  United allowed me 500 lbs. of personal possessions which they flew out for me for  free.  Rod and I were married June 24, 1995 in a ceremony at our home.

I just had Mom's cedar chest repaired and refinished this year.  It sits at the foot of the bed in my guest bedroom and holds linens.  I treasure it.  As for the bedroom set Mom bought at the same time as the cedar chest with the money she made from her first job my parents still owned it at the end of their lives.  Momma passed in 1998 and Daddy in 2009.        
      

   

Saturday, August 18, 2012

ME, NOW

    When did I grow up?  When did I grow old?  I'm five years younger than Grandmother when Mom threw her a birthday party for her seventieth birthday and she passed at seventy-six.  I'm seven years younger than Mom when she passed at seventy-two.  She didn't even live as long as her mother and the last four years of her life she was incapacitated by a stroke.  I don't feel old and the person looking back in the mirror looks pretty good but I'm careful not to look too close.

     It seems all my life I was waiting for life to happen and guess what, it just did, whether I participated or not.  It's not the life I thought about when I was young.  I don't even remember now what I expected because I've been living a catch-up life since I was twenty.  I was raised by a family believing in all the things you were taught in church and by a great Mom and Dad and still being a human is a hard job.  I would tell any young person now if you get yourself in a situation where you're trying to make a misstep turn out right to just relax and don't push things past no looking back.  The consequences may not be as bad as you think and may even be an unseen blessing.  Strange how things can turn out that way

Wednesday, August 15, 2012

WORKING AT WOODIES

      When I was living at home in Fairfax and studying art at The Corcoran School of Art at 17th and New York Avenue in Washington D.C. in 1965/66 I started work at Woodward & Lothrop at 7Corners the Friday after Thanksgiving.  Everyone called it Woodies and it was my favorite store.  My Department Manager whose name I can't remember now forty-seven years later was kind enough to keep me employed after the Christmas holiday was over and I talked my best friends at The Corcoran into coming to work at Woodies, too.

     There was Jackie Oberst who was small and red haired and who had been working part time at a cleaners in Vienna where she lived.  Jackie worked in the Preteen Girls Clothing on the third floor.  Jackie was in love with a boy named Bill and her favorite song was Laura Nero's Wedding Bell Blues...."When will you marry me Bill-il I got the wedding bell blue-ues".

     Stephanie King lived in Arlington and had worked at Penny's in Clarendon and at Woodies worked on the fourth floor.  This is where toys had been at Christmas but I don't remember what Stephanie sold I think it was kitchenware.  She had taken over for Dana Cox who had been a year ahead of me at Fairfax High School and who left to go back to college.  Stephanie was tall and blond and very pretty and her Mom was a beautiful red haired Irish woman.

     Khalida Baeg lived off Columbia Pike near Annandale and her father was Assistant Ambassador at the Embassy of Pakistan.  This was back when Pakistan was East Pakistan and West Pakistan and physically divided by India and before it separated and became The Republic of Pakistan and The Peoples Republic Bangladesh.  I don't know exactly which part of the country Khalida was from.  She worked as a floater working in different departments where needed but her favorite spot was Men's Furnishings (clothing and accessories)!  She was very beautiful with dark eyes and long black hair and wore the costume of her country which was a long tunic with leggings and a long scarf around the neck unless she was working at Woodies, there she had to dress "American".  Khalida was Moslem and betrothed since childhood to someone she had never met.  Having lost track of her I wonder now how that worked out.  She was becoming very Americanized.

      Stephanie talked a friend of her's, another Sandy who lived in McLean, into coming to work with us, too.  We had two other Corcoran friends whose names I can't now remember who worked one at Woodies Landmark, a brand new shopping center, and one in a shopping center in Maryland.  The girl who worked at Woodies Landmark became a flight attendant for Eastern Airlines the next year.  We'd get on the house phone and talk to each other instore and interstore at the other branches.  All of us who worked at Woodies 7Corners would catch the bus together from Washington and ride to 7Corners.  I think all buses and roads led to 7Corners at that time.

      Along with my friends from The Corcoran we worked with several young soldiers from Arlington Hall.  I can't remember their names now but one was a salesperson who dated Stephanie, and one was Security who dated the other Sandy, and one left for Viet Nam who had dated me.  I feel awful I can't remember his name.

     Woodies was four floors at 7Corners.  The top floor was china, crystal, linens, and cookware and had the offices, cashier, The Virginia Room which had a stage, employee cloakroom, restrooms, and lounge.  On the second floor was all women's apparel for every age and had an entrance from the upper parking lot and an entrance to the upper mall.  On the first floor was Men's Furnishings, shoes, lingerie, fabrics and sewing, jewelry, and an entrance from the lower parking lot and an entrance to the lower mall.

     The basement was budget clothing for the whole family, shoes and hats, etc. and I worked there in women's sportswear.  My manager used to let me dress the manikins in my department and I really enjoyed this.  It was a pleasure to sell a customer the outfit that I had put together.  Ronnie Funderburk worked on my floor in the shoe department and his dad was the Superintendent of Fairfax County Schools.  During the weeks up to Easter a friend from Fairfax High School came to work, too.  Sherrie Boyd was now Sherrie Brown and was expecting.  She was so cute.  A Funny thing is she had interviewed with me at The Corcoran and was accepted along with me and it was her dad who had been the one to take us to our interviews.  She fell in love and didn't start classes with me the fall of '65 but now had met my friends from school.

     The wrap and send desk was in the basement  and every floor had a portal where they would send merchandise down a huge spiral funnel to the wrap desk for post or delivery and all this merchandise ended up coming right out on the wrap desk.  Our friend from security decided he was going to "surf  the tunnel" and notified the ladies and set up a date and time so he wouldn't scare or hurt anyone and no one blabbed.  At first he joked he was going to ride an ironing board but instead rode a huge piece of cardboard from the top floor all the way to the basement wrap desk.  It was an event!  No one got in trouble and was the talk of all our friends for weeks after.

     Back in those days department stores were open till 9:00PM on Mondays, Thursdays, and Fridays only.  Every other night they closed at 6:00PM and were closed on Sundays.  I worked 6-9 three days a week and all day on Saturday.  Sometime in 1966 they started staying open late on Monday thru Friday but still closed at 6PM on Saturday and were still closed on Sunday.  This gave me a lot more hours and that meant more money.  I think I was making $1.35 an hour.  I had been working in a restaurant before coming to Woodies and I always had money because of tips even though I was only making $.50 and hour waitressing.

     Working at Woodies was a lot of fun.  I think about those friends from long ago and wonder where they are now and if they think about me and our time together, too.       

Thursday, July 26, 2012

WHERE'S PUMPKIN?

     Yesterday we were getting ready to drive down to the Bay Area as Rod had doctors appointments.  Just after noon I said to Rod let's get Pumpkin and Miss Mosby and put them in their carriers to take them out to Dr. Burnham's who will board them for the weekend then we'll come back and get ready to go.  Mosby was in the pantry, of course, so we knew where she was but this began the search for Pumpkin who was nowhere in sight.  Rod checked the garage, the out buildings, the chicken coop (no chickens in residence but the cats like to go in there.), the pump shed, the pool yard, under all the vehicles, front porch and back porch, and every room in the house.  He searched everywhere and couldn't find him so he came back inside and helped me pack and we got everything ready to leave.
     Now we're ready to go and we start searching for Pumpkin again.  Repeat the above with me walking around everywhere calling at the top of my voice over and over again :  Pumpkin, Pumpkin!  Pumpkin, Pumpkin!  As I round the fence into the front yard Rod, who is outside too, waves me over to the  garage apron and points to a chair that I have a chair cover on and lo and behold what do I see?  Sticking out from under the chair cover is a long fluffy orange tail.  Rod lifts up the chair and there's Pumpkin hiding 'cause he knows something is up!
     Linda at Dr. Burnham's was happy to see Pumpkin.


    

Saturday, June 30, 2012

MEMORIES OF THE HOUSE ON THE ROAD




     My great grandparents Charles Wesley Shelton and Rose Anna Spencer Shelton came up from southwest Virginia and bought the property on Popes Head road and lived in the old house while a brand new home was built with the back of the new house butting up against the front porch of the old house.  It's been said that Great Grandmother was well off in her own right and that it was her money that bought the property.  I've never heard any description of the old house but my grandmother, born Anna Virginia Shelton and was called Ginny, told me about when she was a little girl and she and her cousin Nellie Spencer were playing on the upstairs landing with their dolls and Nellie fell out the window onto the  porch roof of the old house.  She wasn't hurt just surprised.
Rose Ann Spencer Shelton
     The house was wood framed and painted white with a mansard roof and a cousin also told me that the seams on the roof were painted red by Uncle Claude who was the eldest son.  There was a front porch and a kitchen porch and I spent many a day as a child dreaming on those porches and playing with my third cousins Bruce and Earl.  Uncle Harry, the brother that was closest in age to my grandmother inherited the house from his mother when she passed on January 1, 1946.  My grandmother inherited the 7.58 parcel next door where a house was built in the early 50's by my parents.  Uncle Harry used to give haircuts on the kitchen porch to all the boys in the family and probably half the males on Popes Head Road in the 1950's.  This is the house he raised his family in.
     Grandmother said her family moved up from Grassy Creek, Marion County, Virginia.  She came up in a wagon and said she held her cat on her lap all the way.  Her papa was a photographer and she said she helped him develop pictures.  I have a box full of glass negatives that were handed down to Grandmother from her older brother Byrl, then to Mom then to me.
     Great Grandfather was twice a widower when he met Great Grandmother.  He was in his thirties and she was eighteen when they married and she helped him raise his children from his first marriages and they had children of their own.  I knew Uncle Oscar who stayed close to his new half brothers and sisters and who loved his stepmother very much.  I've heard the story that when great grandmother was dying of cancer she told Oscar she thought she could hold down some squirrel soup and he got the shotgun and went out to get some squirrels for her.
Anna Virginia Shelton 
         I've written before about grandmother's family in a previous story about their runaway brother Brian I call "The Richest Shelton Known".  My grandmother was the next to the youngest of her family and was born in 1910.  She passed away at seventy-six years old in 1986.  
     The house on Popes Head Road was two story.  There were two front doors from the front porch with the first one leading into the parlor which was never used and the second door leading into the sitting room.  The parlor had three big windows that were side by side looking out on to the side yard giving a wide view and their was also a single window looking out the front of the house.  On one wall was a carved mantle but the room was heated by a bot bellied stove which set under it in the old days..
     The other front door from the porch was the door everyone used and it led into the sitting room.  The sitting room had a front window and two side windows and a staircase to the upstairs.  The room was heated by a black bot bellied stove and I remember it as a little girl with a coal bucket beside it and someone  maybe Uncle Harry stoking the fire.  It was in this room my Aunt Bill helped my mother make an angel costume for a play, "The Littlest Angel", when I was in second grade.  Aunt Bill was Uncle Harry's wife and I loved her very much.  The parlor and the sitting room were divided by great wooden paneled pocket doors that were always closed when grandmother was a little girl.  There were beautiful dark red velvet curtains hanging on each side of the entrance called portieres (por'-teers) which grandmother still had in a trunk when I was little.
       The only time the doors were open when Grandmother was little was for Christmas Day and if her parents threw a party.  A party would consist of opening the doors to the parlor and rolling back the rugs making a big dance floor.  A fiddler would play music and the adults would dance and then my great grandmother would serve a "midnight supper".  The supper would be a ham or fried chicken, salads, biscuits, and two cakes one chocolate and the other banana.  Grandmother said they'd put the cakes in a double boiler with a lid until it was time to set them out and they each one would perfume and flavor the other.  I imagine but Grandmother never said that cold sweet tea was served it being the table wine of the South and I don't know and it's never been said to me whether spirits were served.  This part of my family were never big drinkers.
     The kitchen is always the heart of the house and here is where me and my family would sit and visit with Uncle Harry and Aunt Bill when we would drive up from Alexandria in the years after WWII  and before the house was built on Grandmother's land next door.  I remember in the summertime sitting at the big table with the door and windows thrown open with just screens and millers flying around the ceiling light overhead in the evening because after all this was the country.  I loved listening to the adults talk.  When Grandmother was little and before electricity you canned food in jars and if you needed refrigeration you had a spring house.  A spring house was a shed over a spring or creek where you would set jars of food and milk and tea down in the water to keep them cool and prevent spoilage.  Mom told me about going down to the spring house one time and a snake was in a tree over the spring house after baby birds in a nest and she got out of there fast.
       I remember one time when we drove up and the road was still a gravel road and I was about three to five years old and when we pulled up all my cousins were standing in the road looking at a big dead snake.  Uncle Carroll, who was Momma's baby brother, and I walked out to see it and along came Robert Payne in the taxi cab he drove in Washington, DC and run over and squashed the snake.  Well, that dead snake splashed all up on and over me and Uncle Carroll and someone picked me up and ran with me to the house and as my mother, grandmother, and aunt were cleaning me up I heard them exclaiming "and it's even in her mouth!"   I remember my mom saying days later after taking me out of the bathtub that she could still smell that old dead snake in my hair.
     The fourth room on the ground floor had a door from the kitchen and a door to the parlor.  I don't know what it was used for when grandmother was a little girl but I suspect it was a dining room.  No one ever said but I know at different times over the years it was used as a bedroom.  When Great Grandmother was widowed and during The Great Depression she and Aunt Margarette (called Margui and pronounced with a hard G), slept here.  Margui was the baby of the family and I believe was five years younger than Grandmother.  Other members of the family returned home with their children during the hard times and occupied the four bedrooms upstairs and the attic room.  My own mother and  her two brothers lived with their grandmother when they were  little while my grandparents lived and worked in Washington, D.C.  Mom told me that every Friday she would tell all the kids at school that she was going to live with her parents and every Monday she had to go back to Fairview Elementary School at Fairfax Station.  The Great Depression was hard on little kids especially.
     The staircase from the sitting room led upstairs to a landing.  To the right you entered a bedroom that led into another bedroom.  If you turned left and walked down the landing there were two individual bedrooms and the end of the landing led to a small sitting room with a bay window looking out from the front of the house.  Off the upstairs sitting room was a door and then stairs to the attic.  The attic was long and narrow with a window that was just above the bay window of the sitting room.  Grandmother said the house was unusual for the time because the bedrooms had built in closets.  She also said that every family member had a trunk to keep at the foot of their beds.  Also, they had feather tick mattresses when Grandmother was little and the community got together and took a whole day to stuff and make new mattresses.  Mom said that those feather tick mattresses were so comfortable and you'd sink right in.  Another thing I loved that was left over from that time,when I was little, were patchwork quilts made from the cloth of men's wool suits.  They were heavy and boy they were warm.    
     Of course, the house being built sometime between 1915 and 1920, did not have an indoor bathroom and water for the kitchen was pumped from an outside well.  I remember when my uncle had a bathroom put in at the top of the stairs in the 1950's.  I've been in a lot of old houses where the bathroom was added way later than when the house was built.  In most cases a bedroom was made into a bathroom when the inside plumbing was installed.  In this case there was enough room in the landing at the top of the stairs to install a bathroom and this included the window that grandmother's cousin Nellie fell out of years before.  I don't ever remember the kitchen not having a running water sink but when I was little the outside  well pump  still worked.  I also remember using the outhouse when I was little which was down from the house on the way to the pasture and cow barn.
     When grandmother was little the family had a horse which pulled a carriage and her name was Maude and she had a baby whose name was Dixie.  Towards the end of her life Great Grandmother and Aunt Margui who was still in school went to live in Washington D.C.  where her older children were living and working.  Uncle Claude was a DC policeman and owned taxi cabs.  Uncle Harry was a bus driver and his wife Aunt Bill was a nurse at Sibley Hospital.  Uncle Kline drove cabs and Aunt Lena who had been a nurse at St. Elizabeth's Hospital was a homemaker with a large family.  They put all of Great Grandmother's household in the attic and left Maude and Dixie on the home place and leased out the house.  I understand they heard that the horses were being mistreated and the attic had been broken into so Great Grandmother and Aunt Margui returned to the country.
     As a little kid I lived next door in a house built by Grandmother's brother Byrl Shelton who was a local builder and who had built himself a beautiful home on Popes Head Road.  I spent as much time next door at Uncle Harry's as I did in my own home.  We kids especially liked to roam the fields, chase imaginary rabbits, play in the creek, and all of this with our boxer dog Mac as a constant companion.  This was the early 1950's until my parents moved us to The Town of Fairfax in 1958.  The catalpa tree in the side yard (also called a cigar tree) was the best place to climb and I swear my sister Linda lived in it all those childhood summers long ago.  We all belonged to Jerusalem Baptist Church out on Ox Road and Uncle Harry who was a deacon took Linda and I to church every Sunday.  I have such warm memories of being part of a warm close knit family.  My heart is full.    
     The original lot was almost sixty acres.  An acre was divided off and a house built for a widow lady with a daughter a long lime before I was born.  That home was occupied by the Dolingers when I was little and their daughter Nancy who was my age and good friend.  When my great grandmother died in 1946 the property was divided up into pretty equal plots inherited by my grandmother and her brothers and sisters.  All the lots were approximately 7.58 acres and all grandmothers family at one time or another have lived on the road.  Uncle Harry as I've said before got the plot with the house and he sold it to his son Bruce in the late 1970's and Bruce sold that house out of the family in the early 1980's.  The house burned to the ground about five to ten years ago and a new monster log cabin mansion has been built on the site.
     

Thursday, June 28, 2012

PORCHES

I love a house with porches.

My parents back porch was a nice place to sit and drink coffee in the morning.  I used to like to rest my feet on the lower porch rails and watch the mockingbird in the top of the fir tree sing and make noise and bob up and down in the very top of the tree.  The back porch looked out over my Uncle Harry's cornfield when the house was first built in the 1950's.  You could see all the way over to Nancy Dollinger's and Mr. Day's and the drive ways to Debbie Lyons house and my cousins Lew and Annette Crites.  My Uncle Harry lived next door across the cornfield and there was always a path to his house.  Woods have replaced the cornfield more than fifty years later but I bet if you walked down to the corner of the yard you could still find the path through the woods.

When my nephew Freddie was about three years old we would sit on the back porch and he'd sit on my lap and we would sing "when the moon hits your eye like a big pizza pie that's amore" at the top of our lungs then we'd laugh and laugh and even though he was so little my nephew had a wonderful sense of the absurd.  We were in the country on Popes Head Road back before the Springfield Bypass was built and bisected it so there was no neighbor close enough to bother.

A pear tree grew in the middle of the backyard.  When the pears were ripe the white tailed deer would come out of the woods and eat them off the ground or from the lower branches.  Every once in a while a doe would bring her fawn and it was fun to sit on the porch and watch them.  They weren't afraid and didn't run and it was kind of magical.  One time I was sitting on the porch and I heard this commotion down in the woods and all of a sudden five or six deer came crashing out of the woods and along the side yard towards the front yard...seconds later a dog came out of the woods but it headed in the opposite direction of the deer.  I ran through the house to the front porch but the deer had run across the road into the trees on the other side into Glendalough Subdivision..

A porch swing is a wonderful thing to have.  My Grandmother in Herndon had a wonderful one on the porch of her old Victorian.  It was painted the gaudiest orange and green almost carnival ride like but it seemed to fit the style of the house.  The slats of the back were pierced and fancily cut like a doily and very comfortable.  I loved to hear it creak as we swung.  

In the evening I used to love to sit on the front porch of my house with my glass of cold tea and a good book till the lightning bugs came out at dusk.  It was too dark to read then but I liked to sit and feel the summer whisper by.  

Saturday, June 23, 2012

A STOP ON THE KITTY CAT SUPER HIGHWAY

     We said good-by to Toupee today and Rod buried him under the pomegranate tree in the back yard.  Toupee used to sit under this tree and snooze.  I wonder what he dreamed of and I wonder what he had to dream about since we don't know what his life was before us.  He kept to himself and never let us pick him up and he wasn't too bad to the other cats.  Toupee was an abandoned cat, a stray, that showed up just after Christmas year before last.  He was a whole male all white except for a dark tabby tale and a round spot on his noggin that included his ears that looked just like he was wearing a toupee, hence the name.  His eyes were pale celery green, so unusual.  For some reason that time of year seems to be when cats get abandoned by their people.  Every year between Thanksgiving and the first of the year we seem to have a new cat come around.
     Pumpkin was the Monday after Thanksgiving close to ten years ago now.  This was before we took permanent residence here in the country and we had been up from South San Francisco to have Thanksgiving with our family.  Rod was taking the turkey carcass out to throw in the trash and around the corner came this long haired, short legged (we say he's part dachshund) orange cat.  Rod whistled and he came over when he spied the turkey.  He came in the house and crawled on my lap and Rod and I looked at each other and he ended up riding back to the Bay Area with us that night curled up in the plush lining of Rod's jeans jacket on the front seat of the Suburban on the bench seat between us.  The rest is history.  He became our baby and used to ride between us on top of the lid of a small container that held his personal stuff  on the bench seat of the Burb when we would travel back and forth the 150 miles north to the country.  We used to get big smiles at the toll plaza for the Carquinez and Bay Bridges.  A curious thing about Pumpkin when we first had him his whiskers kept breaking off and the vet said this was because of poor nutrition.  We think he'd been on the road for a while.
     The next winter in January a small grey cat showed up and took up residence in the out building.  She and Rod became quite good friends and I swear she's as smart as Cleo had been (see the story Cleo, 12/19/11) .  That winter had been so rainy and she was worried, worried, and we soon found out why.  She was carrying kittens and afraid that the floor of the outbuilding where she was nesting would flood.  Rod dug a trench away so the water wouldn't flood the floor and then we made her a nest on top of his old '68 Chevy Camaro hood with two nice sized cardboard boxes one inside perpendicular to the other to form a little roof and we put a nice clean towel inside.  She loved this.  She couldn't make Pumpkin accept her though and from then on they were each other's nemesis.  Oh, I forgot, she was solid grey and small with apple green eyes.  Because I'm from the South we named her Mosby after John Singleton Mosby, The Grey Ghost of Civil War history who was from my state and this name has evolved into Miss Mosby.  She had two kittens who Pumpkin loves and we named them Ranger (small and black) and Silver (white Siamese with black points).
     Silver and Ranger got  pregnant before they were a year and we could spay them and each had seven kittens.  I spied Silver with probably the father of her kittens high up about twenty feet in the blue gum eucalyptus tree in the side yard.  That was amazing to see.  Silver called and called when she came into heat but we never heard Ranger.  For a while there we were overwhelmed with cats but time and the "road" have dwindled that number.  Other than Pumpkin, Miss Mosby, and Silver we still have:  Spot-a tabby with stripes and spots, Skye-a tabby with a white muzzle and paws, and Jet-solid black.  We lost Silver's kitten Judy and she's buried in the roses in front of the dining room window.  She got hit by a car and Rod's brother Bob, next door, found her in his driveway while we were away and he buried her in the soft earth around his burn pile.  When we got home Rod dug her up and reburied her in the roses.  She was the first to stand at the family room door till we let her in and she'd sashay to the entry hall through the dining room and pantry to the garage door multiple times a day. 
     Over the years two other strays showed up one was a short haired orange whole male that was a marauder and all he wanted to do was bugger the other cats even Pumpkin.  Sorry to say we never named him and we were glad the road got him.  The other was a sweet long haired solid gray probably fixed male who Miss Mosby loved and we named him General Lee (after guess who!) which evolved into Mr. Lee.   Miss Mosby by this time had taken up residence in the garage on top of the water heater but she would come outside for General Lee.  I found them one day playing together with Mosby on top of an outdoor furniture end table and General Lee underneath playfully swatting at each other.  It was so sweet considering Miss Mosby growled at Pumpkin and never came out of the garage.
     At Christmas a year ago a wonderful event happened.  A tiny tiny baby kitten showed up at our patio door.  He was so tiny I know he was too young to leave his mother but what we found out is he wasn't afraid of the raccoons and even was swatting and playing with them when they came to finish off the cats dry food.  What we think is the raccoons had found him and adopted him because he was too young to fare for himself and the raccoon family included young kits of their own.  He finally decided to stay with us and we had him neutered and we call him Ruffles because his coat is swirly tabby markings with a white breast and paws.  He's as sweet as he can be and so much fun to watch playing..
     We believe Toupee, being a whole male, has probably been keeping away any new strays but now that he's gone there's sure to be more in the future.  Anything that stays gets spayed or neutered we learned our lessons long ago.
           










    

Sunday, June 3, 2012

THE SCHOOL OF LIFE

The one place where I learned lessons that taught me about life, how to make a living, how to treat others, and to know how I wanted to be treated, was at the University of the School of Life.

1.  Never trust any woman around the man that you love because if it's good every other woman wants your man even if she has one of her own.

2.  Don't trust your mother because if she doesn't like him she'll do anything she can to sabotage your relationship because she "knows best".

3.  Trust your mother's opinion because she's been out there living far longer than you and knows life.

4.  Life's a dichotomy.  A phrase I learned working at an engineering company was "neat, logical, and wrong".

5.  Love your parents and learn by their mistakes.  No one is perfect not even parents.

6.   Anytime you have the opportunity to learn something that might make you employable don't pass up the chance.

7.  Sometimes your children, even at a very early age, have great wisdom.

 8.  Listen to criticism even if it makes you angry you might learn something.

 9.  Treat your dear friends with great respect and don't take them for granted you never know when you might miss them forever.

10.  Respect for others is respect for yourself.

11.  Work is like money in the bank always there and collects interest.  Play is like money in the pocket easily spent and instantly gone.

12.  Don't forget to play.

13.  There's no place like home.

14.  Love your companion be they human or not.

15.  Even if the ends justify the means don't rob yourself of rest.

16.  If at all possible always be prepared for the other foot to fall.

17.  Work hard.

     
   
     
 

Monday, May 28, 2012

HONEY, I'M HOME !!!!


     My husband is the cook in my family. It naturally evolved this way because when we were first married he worked a 6:00AM to 2:30PM shift at the United Air Lines Maintenance Operations Center in San Bruno, California.   I worked the 11:00 to 7:00PM shift at the United Air Lines Reservations Center near Pier 39 in San Francisco. If we'd have waited for me to come home and cook we'd have been eating dinner at 10:00PM. A lot of our empty nester friends dined out all the time.   Both of us had been single parents for a long time so he didn't mind cooking and he actually enjoys it.   I bake, I'm the baker in the family.  I love baking cakes and  muffins and my favorite cookbooks are dessert cookbooks. 
     Rod is a wonderful cook much better than I am.  He has so many specialties and anyone who has broken bread with us knows.  Chicken cacciatore is a good one and is our niece Bobbie's favorite.  She even asked him to make it for her birthday a few years ago.  His mother taught him to make fried chicken and it's so good my granddaughter Ally and I do the "fried chicken dance" in celebration when he makes it.  We used to go out for prime rib all the time until Rod perfected that dish.  Spaghetti has always been his own children's favorite and son Jimmy bragged so when he moved his North Carolina family out here to California they couldn't wait to try it.  My favorite is sauerkraut and peeled boiled potatoes with pork chops or pork meat.  Yumm.  I'ts a variation on his mother's sauerkraut and potato dumplings and my Mom's spareribs cooked in sauerkraut.
     My daughter Robin married a guy who is a wonderful cook, also.  In the summertime Rick will grill all day on Sundays and they'll freeze hot dogs, hamburgers, steaks, sausages, to have at meals during the week.  He does a dish with green beans and stewed tomatoes that's so good "it'll make you want to swallow your tongue" as my Dad used to say.  Poor Dad.  When Mom had her strokes all he knew how to do was cook a canned ham or fry spam or canned corn beef hash.  It took a while but he learned how to put a little pork roast in the oven and when I would fly home to Virginia he'd make the roast and Robin and I would make salad, green beans,  and mashed potatoes and a yellow cake with homemade cooked chocolate icing.
     I'm diabetic now which is a curse that's been handed down from my relatives on both sides of my family.  When Rod and I eat at home I do really well as he takes good care of me but I start getting in trouble if we eat in restaurants too often.  It's awful but I'll judge a place by how good their french fries are and my favorite are big french fried potato wedges.
     Before we retired Rod used to tease me I'd come home from work and pet the cat, get a drink, and ask "what's for dinner, Honey!"  My how times have changed.

Saturday, May 19, 2012

STALKING DIANA

PRINCE CHARLES 
On November 9, 1985 Prince Charles and Princess Diana visited Washington D.C.  It was their first trip as a couple to the United States and a big gala was thrown by President and Mrs. Reagan where Diana danced with John Travolta.  Americans were so in love with Diana and we even had a TV at work to watch the royal wedding when she married Prince Charles.
DIANA THE PRINCESS

My friend Jackie Earley and I decided to play hookie from our jobs at Sears Service Center in Springfield, Virginia on Monday morning to go see the Royals as they were scheduled to appear at the J.C.Penny Store at Springfield Mall.  This was in conjunction with the store's promotion of British goods for sale at Penny's in the United States.  The Penny's promotion was called The Best of Britain.  It was a morning appearance and I drove down to Jackie's and picked her up after we both called in sick to work.

We arrived and parked at Springfield Mall and there were already barriers put up at the entrance to the store with just enough room for the limos to pull in and let the Royals out.  We stood at the head of the barrier and had a great view.  There was a photographer going around with a life size cardboard cutout of Prince Charles that you could have your picture taken with.  When they came out of the store they came across and spoke to the people who were directly in front and shook a few hands.  A friend of Jackie's who was not with us got great snap shots of them and gave Jackie and me copies.  One of these days when I find them again I'll post them 

SHAKING HANDS IN FRONT OF PENNYS
 The same day in the afternoon they visited a Drug Rehab place I can't recall the name of  so after they left Penny's Jackie and I grabbed lunch at Burger King  and then went and parked on Backlick Road across from the rehab to wait with hundreds of other people who were doing the same.  We talked to people who had come from Ohio, West Virginia, and Pennsylvania.  It was fun to be in the crowd and I have never done that before or since..... stalked a glitterati.  Although we were right across the street from the rehab place we couldn't see them getting in or out of the limos we had a better look at Penny's but we did kinda see in the limo window as it passed by us.  I can't believe I actually did this.

 So there you have it.....stalked the Royals and spent a beautiful fall day in Virginia outdoors and got my Diana fix.  I've often wondered if Diana hadn't died in her prime if she would have ended up looking kinda like Camilla in her dotage.  Oh, too, I wonder if Diana was related to me as my Great Grandmother on my Mom's side was a Spencer.  Why not!?!

Post Script:  Found the photos hope you enjoy!

Thursday, May 17, 2012

BEST DAY


     Yesterday someone posed the question what was the one event you would love to relive and why?  I've decided it has to be the party Rod and I threw to announce our engagement to my family in Virginia but you need some background.  Rod and I met when we were both single parents in 1968 the first Friday after New Years January 5.  We went together off and on for years while living in the San Francisco Bay Area and our kids were great friends...even though we couldn't make it work back then we were always each other's best friend. When I moved back to Virginia in 1978 the relationship lasted through eleven years of living in different states with weekly phone calls and cross country visits on his part and most particularly the death of his youngest son in a motor cycle accident.  During that time we both had relationships with other people.  Our relationship was always up to him I never called him although I was always so glad when  he called or visited me.  In 1989 he asked me to go to the Reno Air Races with him and his group of friends from United Airlines (we called them "As The Propeller Turns" because of all their wonderful drama).  That trip started this last phase of the Rod and Sandy Saga. I ended up quiting my job and going to work for United Airlines so I could travel, too, and our relationship could be on an equal footing.  We dated cross country for four years.  Without ever saying that we were going to get married we went and picked out rings and I brought his home with me and the next weekend he came back to Virginia and I invited my whole family over for dinner.  My Aunt finally and knowingly said "and what is the occasion for this party?"  With that Rod got down on his knees and asked me for my hand in marriage before God, my family, and all of Heaven and I said "YES".  He then took my engagement ring over to my mother and showed it to her as my sister and daughter are laughing and yahooing in the background. My mother looked in his eyes and said "You know she's always loved you."  Perfect.

Tuesday, May 15, 2012

PUMPKIN


Pumpkin sleeps at the foot of my bed on a terry bath mat of which I have many because every night when I set him on the mat he sniffs and sniffs and may reject it for some unknown reason so I replace it with another mat or a piece of clothing Rod or I have taken off.  In the morning after my ablutions I pick him up in my arms careful to give support to his little paws and walk down the long hall to the family room.  If I walk down the hall and forget to bring him with me it may take a half hour for him to sniff his way down the hall taking tiny tentative steps. I wonder what his thoughts are in that little cat brain.

PICTURE PRETTY


Someone yesterday told a wonderful junior college story that reminded me of something that happened to me. I had enrolled in a painting class at Skyline Junior College in San Bruno, California. On the first night of the class I'm painting away talking to this very good looking young man with great hair and a beard. We're painting and talking and painting and talking and the inevitable "where are you from ?" came up 'cause no one is a native of California. He said he was from Springfield, Virgina!!!! I gasped and sputtered and choked and finally said I was from Fairfax! As we talked away I found out he was divorced (yay he's single) and an MIT graduate and his profession was electrical engineer. He had also worked as a dishwasher at the Streamliner Diner/Bob's Beef House at Fairfax Circle while a student at Annandale High and I had gone to school with Chuck Parcelles who was the owner's son. Well, we had break together and after class got pizza at a local restaurant and I found out he was the owner of the Lotus Europa I had spied in the parking lot on my way in to class. When I got home that evening and went to wash my face for bed I looked in the mirror and I had a big glob of alizarin crimson paint on my forehead and smeared up into my hair and other assorted smears all over my face even though I had washed my hands with the brushes at the end of class. He never said a word about the paint. We dated for a year.

Wednesday, May 9, 2012

"YOU'RE THE ONE THAT I WANT! OOUU OOUU OOU HONEY"

     Dating the "bad boy" of the Class of '65 got this Sandy no date for the Prom.  Going steady and wearing your boyfriend's ring meant you didn't go out with someone else, right?  Wrong.  When Mike said he didn't want to go to the Prom and that it was alright to find someone else to go with should have sent off smoke signals but I was too young and inexperienced to see.  Finding someone else to go with made me feel funny.  So I decided instead of the Prom we should go to the beach instead.  That sounded to me like the right thing to do.  All my friends were asking me up to a certain point was I going and I kept saying no we were going to the beach.  Wrong.
     The last night of the Senior Play, Lil Abner, was the last straw.  We all went over to Bob's house for a big party after the show.  Mike saw some friends and said stand here and don't move, I'll be right back.  I stood there and stood there and he never came back so I left my "spot" and can't remember anything much of the party but Kathy had a slumber party at her house and that's where a bunch of us ended up.  
     The long story short is that Mike was flirting and talking with Sherry and when I found out I confronted Sherry who was Class of '64 and had always been a good friend.  I threw Mike's ring at her and told her SHE could give it back to him in a big gesture full of high school angst.  
     And there I was the "Sandy" who didn't go to the Prom because she had paired up with the Danny Zucco of the Class of '65.  Had I learned my lesson?  You betcha, that's why you don't date bad boys.  Lesson learned too late.   
         
      

Wednesday, May 2, 2012

ROTTEN STORIES FROM THE LAND OF FRUITS AND NUTS


 I've been reading lately posts from friends in Florida about all the crazy stuff going on in that state and also all the coverage of the slaying of the young boy lately by a Neighborhood Watch person who may get away with it because of a new law which allows anyone to kill someone if they only think they're in some kind of danger.  Well, Florida is a new member of the Crazy State Brotherhood.  California has always been the leader as the Land of Fruits and Nuts.


     On trial within the last few months  in the north state is the convicted sex offender father who abuses his teenage daughter who then runs away with her father's convicted sex offender brother and who has now been abused by both and they found the runaways in San Francisco weeks later.  Holy Cow!


     Or the girlfriend who beats almost to death the under ten year old son of her boyfriend because she's jealous of the mother of the child and who was helped by her own brother in doing the terrible deed and is now on trial saying, although she confessed to the beating at the time of her arrest, she was on drugs for anxiety which made her have hallucinations and the boy was actually injured in a traffic accident days earlier and at the time showed no signs of injury.  Where was the actual mother and father when this was going on?  Holy Cow!


     Or the thirty something son who beats his mother to death (maybe shoots her?) and drives around all day with her body in his truck then finally decides to dispose of the body in the septic tank of her rural home.  Holy Cow!


     I'm amazed by it all what are we coming to?  One explanation is drugs steals your soul.  Sandy 
     


     
      

Monday, April 16, 2012

DEAR ME

 I was reading letters yesterday written by people who were writing to their younger selves and writing from a time in their lives when they had some perspective on life.  I thought that's not a bad idea I'll write to myself.

THIRTEEN YEAR OLD ME:  Sandy, you don't get pregnant from a kiss.  Respect others and you will have respect for your self.

TWENTY THREE YEAR OLD ME:  Sandy, don't constantly worry about things you can't control and if love found you once you'll find it again.
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THIRTY THREE YEAR OLD ME:  Sandy, going to work everyday and being a responsible person makes you happy but take some time for yourself.

FORTY THREE YEAR OLD ME:  Sandy, the "wisdom" is money can't buy love and the "truth' is it can make living a lot easier.

FIFTY THREE YEAR OLD ME:   Sandy, family is all.

SIXTY THREE YEAR OLD ME:  Sandy, if you don't know who or what you are by now you're just you and love is great among the ruins.
               



                   


Friday, April 13, 2012

DUCK AND COVER AND ALL

     I'm the first year of the "Baby Boom" by one month born November 30, 1946 and all of us of a certain age remember being in grade school and the sirens or bells going off and we filed out to the hallway where there were no windows and kneeled down one by one against the wall and ducked down and covered our heads till the all clear siren/bell went off.  This was what we did if Washington D.C. was being bombed....hydrogen or atomic, it didn't matter....and it didn't matter that with Fairfax County being so close to Washington D.C. we probably would not have survived anyway.  This was how it was for the children born of World War II veterans.  I think the sixth grade was the last time I ever practiced duck and cover.
     Dad thought he was going to have to go to Korea so that's when my parents bought the Muntz TV but instead of Dad my young uncle, Carroll, Momma's baby brother, went.  It was on this TV that I heard my first president, Truman, on air in the evening telling us about the Korean War.
     Then there was the Cuban Missile Crisis in the fall of 1962.  Again, being so close to Washington D.C. where the world news is the local news and half our parents worked for the Federal Government or a business that supported it... the fear of losing our lives struck again. I can remember groups of us kids standing around discussing what we would do and everyone wanted to meet back at Fairfax High School no matter where we were so we could be together for the end.  Kids.  No thought of family only ourselves.
      About a year later our President was assassinated.  I'll never forgot being in journalism class in the room upstairs next to the newspaper office that you had to get to through the library.  It was around three o'clock P.M. and I don't remember who came to our room to announce it but we were probably the first students to know in the school.  How did you find out?  We'll always remember.  School was dismissed and we were out untill after the funeral.
      None of us of my generation had ever seen such pomp and circumstance with our slain president lying in state in the capital rotunda.  I think seeing the president's casket being pulled by horse drawn caisson across the Memorial Bridge will stay in my heart  forever.  Kennedy was the last president whose reputation was protected and that only lasted until Nixon.  After his disgrace everyone was fair game.
     And a year later when we were seniors the Viet Nam conflict became prominent.  Were we hawks or were we doves?  Up until then all our guy friends couldn't wait to get their draft cards so they could prove they were eighteen to get in the clubs in D.C.  Well, we all know what happened after that.  In another year they were being burned and all my young men friends were scared to death whether you joined up or were drafted and you were only "safe" if you were in college.  We lost a lot of our friends.  I read somewhere the average age of the WWII soldier, our father's generation, was twenty-six.  The average age of the soldier who went to Viet Nam was eighteen.
     Our grandchildren are in the middle east.