June 2010

June 29, 2010 | 0 comments

Rick and I returned a few weeks ago from three weeks in Europe, two in France traveling by boat up the Rhone River, by bus to Paris and then another boat on the Seine.  The land through which my grandmother traveled is much like Sonoma County, California where we live – though California lacks the majestic cathedrals that took men centuries to build, castles filled with history, Roman Aqueducts and roads from ancient times. 

We both wanted to see Normandy.  My father was in the third wave as an Army Captain, serving as a medic.  His unit also went into Germany and assisted in liberating a concentration camp.  Before the war, Dad dreamed of being a doctor.  After the war, he went into law enforcement instead. Though Mom would like to have made a heritage trip to Europe, Dad never wanted to step foot on foreign soil again -- nor would he talk about what he had seen at Normandy or the camp in Germany. 

Standing on the beach where...

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June 23, 2010 | 0 comments

We all have our favorite places in the world.  Home is number one.  Whenever Rick and I travel, we love seeing new places and meeting new people.  But within two to three weeks, we’re hankering for home, missing our own bed, living room, kitchen – and, of course, family.  Then, within a few weeks, we’re dreaming about the next place we’d like to explore. 

One place draws me back time after time:  Fort Bragg, California.  The Mendocino coastline of California is spectacular and draws people from all over the world.  Most tourists are familiar with Mendocino, a quaint Victorian lumbering town with its tall New England style steeple and rugged coast.  Ten miles north is my favorite northern California seacoast town, Fort Bragg.  (My character, Dynah from The Atonement Child, spends significant time there.) Rick and I have stayed numerous times at the Harbor Lite on the Noyo River.  Every room has a...

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June 19, 2010 | 0 comments

I ran into this problem when Rick’s birthday rolled around this year.  After 40 years together, I couldn’t think of one thing he wanted or needed.  When I asked him what he would like for his birthday, he shrugged.  Neither of us needs more “stuff”.   He reads several books a week.  So who is to know which one he hasn’t yet read?  He has all the clothes he needs, and he’s still locked in the same style he wore back in high school.  Levis.  Hensley shirts.  OP shorts (when we can find them). I tried to imagine him in some of the low-hanging pants boys wear these days and had a good laugh. 

My daughter, Shannon, came up with a wonderful idea on what to give the man who has everything:  write down 10-20 things you love about your husband.  I found a nice box and started making up small cards.  I didn’t stop with 20.  I didn’t stop until the box was too full to close.  And guess what?  The gift...

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June 14, 2010 | 0 comments

I’ve been thinking about all the pets I’ve had over the years – dogs and cats.  They become a part of the family.  We’ll have quite a menagerie when we get to Heaven.  The first family dog I remember is Dusty, a female German Shepherd who rode herd on me when I was preschool age.  (There will be a picture of the two of us in Her Daughter’s Dream in September.)  After Dusty came Bullet, named after Roy Rogers’ loyal canine companion.  Bullet saved me from a neighbor dog.  I have never seen such a fight like that, nor do I ever want to see another.  The other dog was larger, but Bullet was faster and smarter.  When he got the other dog by the throat, my dad had to make him let go.

Bullet lived to the ripe old age of sixteen.  Mom and Dad had him cremated.  They couldn’t seem to part with him.  They kept his ashes in a box with a bronze plaque on top.  He spent the next two decades on the bookshelf. ...

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June 8, 2010 | 0 comments

 

After five weeks of missing Shabah, we gave in and bought another German Shepherd.  Sergeant Fur-face Rivers, “Sarge”, is now asleep under my desk, worn out from his first obedience and socialization class at the local university campus.  I am just beginning to realize what a job is ahead of me if I want a well- manner, well-adjusted, friendly canine. 

We’ve had three German Shepherds, each with distinct personalities.

Hercules (named for the C-130 aircraft) was all Alpha.  People moved to the other side of the street when I walked him around the neighborhood.  He was one hundred and twenty pounds of muscle and attitude.   One large black dog made the mistake of charging across the street.  Hercules stood at my side quietly waiting.  When the dog lunged, Hercules went over the top of him and nailed him on the back of the neck.  If I hadn’t had one of those inside spike collars, he would have held on....

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