Another Meme

Lucy, thank you for tagging me for this meme. I feel honored that you want to know more about me, since it seems to me that I already talk too much about myself. But here goes:

1. What were you doing ten years ago?
I can’t find any records, so I may be off on the year in which some of this happened, but I THINK that ten years ago we held our big Smith family reunion at a waterlily covered lake in Montana, with the usual board games (Scrabble, Boggle etc), young cousins enjoying each other, a side trip to Glacier, canoeing and music,music, music. Afterwards Otto and I drove back to Ontario, Oregon, and saw for the first time Otto’s PhaseAble Enabler installed on an irrigation pump at Oregon State University’s Malhuer Experiment Station, as well as prolonging a visit with daughter Candace and her family. Months later we also spent Christmas with them.

Candace and Clinton's house at Christmas in Ontario, Oregon

During the summer we visited in Port Townsend with son Otto and family.

Otto and Kristin's house in Port Townsend, Washington.

Those were the days before gasoline became so expensive that we could no longer drive on these interstate visits! Personally, I was completely enthralled with making Fimo jewelry and polishing my novel for publication.

2. What are 5 things on your “to do” list?

a. Find out what is under the toppling stacks of paper, folders, photos, letters, notebooks, envelopes, nail polish and crayons on my desk. Oh, yes: I detect a magnifying glass, a purple imitation feather duster, a clipboard and a bottle of pills - among other things...
b, Write thank-you letters for gifts received last Christmas.
c. Take shopping bag full of books back to the library and check out my weekly supply of new ones to read.
d. Shop on the inter net for a gift for granddaughter Gwen’s new baby. (See my last post)
e. Download to my computer my most recently snapped pictures from digital camera.

3. What are 5 snacks you enjoy?
a. Breyer’s chocolate mint ice cream.
b. Fresh cherries.
c. Watermelon.
d. Tiny yellow pear tomatoes.
e. Bagel with smoked salmon.

4. Name some things you would do if you were a millionaire.

I agree that a million dollars is not what it used to be. I imagine that what I would really do is put it into our family trust to be divided someday among our children. But I’d also like to catch up on some of our dreams for our house, such as earth-quake proofing it and enlarging the kitchen. I would also like to travel some more, maybe go to Antarctica on a Lindblad/National Geographic cruise, see Emperor penguins and icy landscapes.

5. Name some places you have lived.

Abroad: Brazil, Germany, Romania, Australia, Netherlands
In USA: Massachusetts, Colorado, Pennsylvania, and my native California.

6. Name some bad habit you have.
Procrastination.

7. Name some jobs you have had.

Soliciting questionnaire answers door-to-door.
Art teacher.
Head of community “Switchboard” during the turbulent sixties.
Creating computer graphics, particularly circuit diagrams, for “Smith and Sun”, our family business.

8. And now for the tricky part of this assignment. I’m supposed to tag other bloggers. But I’m not going to do it. I have been tagged several times for memes that I have already done once or more than once. It’s not that I resent doing them again, but I do think that there are entirely too many tags bouncing around the blogsphere. My new resolution is not to add to them. I feel honored to have been chosen for them, and I hope I don’t hurt any feelings by saying this.

Have a good weekend!

Newest Great-granddaughter!

Meet Elizabeth Dianne Zuber, our new great-granddaughter, born last Tuesday, May 27. In this photo she is all of a few minutes old and obviously already interested in this new experience. This glimpse of her came to us from Colorado by the magic of email.

Roller Coaster

The Sunday Scribblings prompt is curve or curves. And what has more curves than a roller coaster, not along one plane but on constantly shifting ones? The picture below is of a modern monster roller coaster. But the one below it is of the old wooden roller coaster, still in operation, which is scene for this memory that is deeply embedded in my psyche. If I remember rightly, the Santa Cruz Boardwalk roller coaster was (and probably still is) called “The Big Dipper.”

modern roller coaster

roller coaster on boardwalk at Santa Cruz

Until I was eight years old my family lived in Santa Cruz, California, a beautiful seaside town. We often visited the boardwalk along the beach. We were allowed to ride the merry-go-round and, with an adult to drive, the bump-’em cars. I’m not sure how old Allen and I were when this story took place, but he was only three years old when we moved to Stockton. I was five years older than Allen, my only sibling, so I would have been eight years old or younger.

Allen and I both loved playgrounds, especially the slides and swings. We both looked with yearning at the Big Dipper. It seemed obvious to us that it was a very superior form of slide and therefore would give us correspondingly greater pleasure. So we begged and begged (Allen learned the art of begging early with such an adept older sister) until Daddy finally consented to take us on our first roller coaster ride. The three of us crowded into one of the two person seats with little Allen in the middle. The cars climbed clickety-clack up the first steep grade then seemed to hang suspended at the apex of the curve while we stared down at a seemingly vertical drop.

Allen shouted, “I don’t want to go!”

What followed was sheer terror for Allen and me. We were alternately jammed into our seats or terrified of being lifted out of them. We were thrown from side to side. Our heads bobbled on our necks.

When our car finally coasted to a stop and we emerged on shaky legs, Mama asked, “Well, how did you like it?”

“Fine,” I said in a quavering voice. How could I admit otherwise after all that begging? Then Mama and Daddy got on the roller coaster and smiled happily as it began its dreadful circuits. Mother loved roller-coasters and would not be cheated of her ride.

It’s hard to believe, but Allen and I continued to accompany our parents on roller coaster rides with only slightly diminished terror on our part. I wouldn’t admit to being a coward. Maybe Allen had the same motivation.

Until one wonderful liberating day when I was already in college and Allen was in high school. A summer vacation found the family one evening at the Venice, California, boardwalk. “Oh, let’s go on the roller coaster,” Mama suggested, and Daddy agreed enthusiastically.

Allen and I looked at each other and wordlessly came to agreement. “No. You go ahead. We’ll just watch.” Nor could their coaxing change our minds. We stood contentedly as they went up, down and around, grinning maniacally and waving to us each time they passed to show us what we were missing.

I am not afraid of heights. I love airplanes. Otto’s brother Steven took me stunt flying in his plane and I thoroughly enjoyed barrel roll and loop-the-loop. I want to ride every Ferris wheel I come across. But my heart thumps and I get that sinking feeling if, on my TV screen, I see a roller coaster ride from the passenger’s perspective.

Six More Things About Me

ginger cookies

Here is the list that Retired and Crazy tagged me for. This is the second time I’ve done this particular one. I have decided to stop tagging others because I feel that there are entirely too many tags bouncing around the blogsphere. I also expressed this in my post of yesterday, and I will say it again in the tag that I will answer tomorrow (from you, Lucy). It’s not that I don’t enjoy writing tagged tasks - I do - but won’t pass them on from now on.

Here is first my first meme list of six things about me, should you be interested.
So here are six more things about me:

1. One of my favorite foods is ginger: candied ginger, Japanese pickled ginger in little thin slices such as are served with sushi (I used to buy the sushi just to get the pickled ginger until I discovered that it also came in jars), Trader Joe’s dark chocolate covered ginger, fresh ginger grated into stir-fry, ginger snaps, ginger tea, gingerbread (really cake), ginger cookies and plenty of ginger in my pumpkin pie!

2, I love folk music of all kinds from all countries. I would include the songs of the 1960s - Pete Seeger's, for instance - since they were the voice of the people struggling to integrate our rainbow race and to end a tragic and ill-conceived war. I cry when I hear “We Shall Overcome.”

Pete Seeger

3. I’m a bad housekeeper, letting things accumulate in piles until such piles collapse and demand attention.

4. I love all kinds of flowers, and, while I find roses and orchids utterly beautiful, I also think a lawn full of dandelions is downright pretty.

5. I forget lunch. I don’t mean to, but it’s often the middle of the afternoon before I remember that we haven’t eaten. And Otto is no better at remembering lunch than I am. Quite often we settle for early supper and our midnight mint-chocolate ice cream.

6. I find it very hard to stop reading at night. I sit propped against the headboard, feet tucked comfortably beneath the comforter, fully intending to turn out the light on my side of the bed as soon as Otto turns out his. He turns out his and rolls over to go to sleep, but I’ve reached a really interesting part of my book. I keep saying to myself, “I’ll put this down in just a minute.” But I don’t. The latest I’ve kept on reading - and it was just this last week - was 4:00am.

Date Limerick

Here's another limerick for Mad Kane, whose prompt was "date or dating."

From the start of the night she could tell
That he was the blind date from hell.
When he spotted Trixie,
A cutie from dixie,
She knew she’d been saved by the belle.

Book Meme

My blogging friend anno tagged me with this very simple and fun book meme, which tends to say a bit about the reading tastes of the tagee. But I issue an immediate disclaimer, since my reading tastes are wildly eclectic. The book I picked up was actually the one nearest me, but it is one that Otto is now reading at my recommendation. I recommend it to you too. Here is the tag:

1. Pick up the nearest book.
2. Open to page 123
3. Find the fifth sentence.
4. Post the next three sentences.
5. Tag five people, and acknowledge who tagged you.

“And I wanted these people to feel like it wasn’t just me, that there was a bunch of other Americans back home concerned with helping them.” “He slipped me a big roll of rupees,” McCown says, “and asked me to act like a big boss from America. So I hammed it up...”

These sentences are from the inspiring true story of Greg Mortenson and his lifetime work bringing schools, especially those for girls and women, to the remote areas of the lower Himalayas:

Three Cups of Tea
One Man’s Mission to promote Peace...One School at a Time

If this looks strange it's because I stole it off of Amazon

I intend this to be the last tagging list that I will publish. I enjoy answering tags, but it seems to me that there are too many of them bouncing around the blogsphere, with numerous duplicates and repetitions. I thank everyone who has shown an interest in my life, and I am happy to answer tags - just not to pass them on.

Here is my list of tags for this book meme:

Mary Anne
Josie
Tea Leaves
Tumblewords
Maggie May

Lucy and Retired and Crazy, I'll fill out your memes on my next post.

Quitting

QUITTING

Just yesterday I asked Otto to reach across a bunch of boxes that sat on the floor of our bedroom waiting to be sorted, and to take down the 1920s Martin guitar that has become part of the wall decor. And that’s all it has been for many years. It’s hard to believe how long it has been since a guitar was like a second soul to me. It was often propped by my bed at night. Letting melodies flow from it was as easy for me as breathing.

Yesterday I held the guitar tentatively and let my fingers try to remember something. Anything! My right hand was happy to oblige, easily reproducing the finger picking patterns at which I used to be so proficient. No problem there. But ,oh, my left hand! I produced a number of jarring discords with it before something clicked in the automatic part of my brain and I heard a C chord then a D and F. I couldn’t get beyond these most basic chords, and then my aging fingers rebelled at the painful pressure of holding down the strings. When I turned my hands up to see the pads of my fingers, I found deep grooves which persisted for several minutes. And to think that I once had such calluses on those finger pads that I had almost been denied an exit visa from Brazil. An examination of my fingerprints had led an official to conclude that I must be a criminal who had filed off her fingerprints to conceal her record.

Guitar was my passion for several years. I wrote songs and Otto, who had taken up guitar at about the same time that I had, joined me in programs where we played and sang. Below is a picture of us in the 70’s with grandchildren Josie Smith and Byron Shock giving a performance of my songs. They had been written at the behest of the local Council of Churches for the Unicef Year of the Child.


I will tell another time about memorable performances, once over Bulgarian radio after the assassination of Salvador Allende in Chile. But the Sunday Scribbling prompt is about quitting, not about my love affair with the guitar.

I quit guitar just as I have quit every other temporary passion that has consumed me for a few short years. I’m not apologetic about it. I think it may be my attempt to cram many lifetimes into one. And I don’t quit because I’m tired of one activity but because the next leaves none of my leisure time free for the previous one. My children (for whom I never lost my passion!) are aware of this and tease me about it. Let’s see. Here are a few of my temporary but intensely practiced activities starting before most of you were born:

piano
water-color landscapes (painting them)
humorous poetry (writing and being published)
science fiction stories (writing and being published)
macrame
guitar and song writing
crayon abstract drawings
singing in choruses
stained glass
translation of Portuguese poetry into English (published)
novel (AI is a Three-toed Sloth)
polymer clay jewelry (Fimo)

There are sporadic bursts of other enthusiasms. And lots of things I never quit, such as working for peace and social justice.

And there are the things I’ve had to quit because of the physical changes of aging, such as the longs walks through all of my city, seeking little known paths and parks.

And what is my current enthusiasm? Blogging. Of course!

Crayon Abstract
"Of Moons and Springs and Dragon Wings"