tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-90892702736830043852024-03-05T06:27:54.336-08:00ManorismsStories and musings about life in and out of a retirement facility.Janehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06912090336588129722noreply@blogger.comBlogger380125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9089270273683004385.post-56665858373930186902012-08-12T21:16:00.002-07:002012-08-12T21:16:09.404-07:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">I would need to look up that word if I came across it out of the blue. It's just a fancy way of saying "diversion". And that's what the visit from Chris, Frances and Owen was, a divertissement of the best kind.</span></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">They were here for a few days and then went to San Diego to visit Frances' brother and his wife. Frances has a college roommate who lives in that area, so there was a visit with them and a day at the San Diego Zoo before coming back here. They left to return home this morning after we had breakfast together. I'm not very good at goodbyes. If all goes well, they'll be back to visit at Thanksgiving.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Frances used her organizational skills to help me put some things in proper places. I'm in awe of her abilities and regretful that I lack</span></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">I can't recall if I told you about asking a charge nurse a month ago, when I might have a margarita. She thought a minute, no doubt mentally going down my list of medications and said,</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">Tim finds it sad to drive past our old house, but he wasn't with us. I'd give my eye teeth to know what the new owner found worth</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: small;">Jill, my best friend for more than twenty years, is practically a second mom to my two children, now 27 and 31. Last week she gave my son Justin and me personalized annual passes to the Anchorage Zoo. She had taken her visiting niece there a month prior and thought it would be a great activity for Justin and me to participate in together for an entire year. My family is very fortunate that Jill is so gracious and has afforded us opportunities we otherwise would not have. We are grateful.</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: small;">The last time I was at the zoo was probably twelve years ago. Justin was much younger, his wheelchair much smaller and he, himself, was about 100 pounds lighter. Back then the gravel paths were challenging but manageable. Of course I was much younger then.</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: small;">When we arrived my heart sank a little seeing how much deeper the gravel is now, but darn it, we were going to have fun! We showed our passes and begin down the gravel path to the learning center area where we had decided to attend, ‘All About Reptiles’. </span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: small;">The path began as a slight decline; I gathered momentum and velocity, Justin doing his best to assist. Then the path became an incline. So as not to lose the slow speed I had achieved, I didn’t want to stop at the exhibits as we passed on the way to our destination. “Quick! look, Justin, on your right, Snowy Owl, like in Harry Potter. There on your left, Golden Eagle, related to the Bald Eagle. On your right, porcupines, live ones not like the ones we see on the side of the road.” My voice now breathy. “Alpacas, sweaters, sock and scarves.” “Ahead of us Musk Ox”, Justin states, 'I’ve been to the Musk Ox farm', “Good, because we are not stopping”.</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: small;">We reached the top of the incline and stopped to readjust my undergarments, catch my breath. Next to us was the Black Yak enclosure. We could see three Yaks, one had his head through the railing and stood motionless, staring straight ahead, not blinking. Justin said, “He looks sad”, I agreed. My heart rate close to normal, again breathing evenly, we continued just a few yards to the oasis of the grassy learning area, a welcome sight.</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: small;">Folding chairs were already aligned in rows. Justin sat in his wheelchair at the end of the second row and I sat to his left. Because we were early we got to see the zoo keepers set up the exhibit. Within the metal playpens they put a variety of turtles. There were a couple of totes that remained unopened.</span></div>
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<br /></div>Janehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06912090336588129722noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9089270273683004385.post-88328776472043356782012-08-08T12:23:00.002-07:002012-08-08T12:23:43.223-07:00<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">OOPS!</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">When I went to toss my little notebook pages full of food recollections, I saw that I left out a few and for my own self in the future I thought I should rectify that. And then we'll give the subject a rest and go on to something else.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Glendale, CA Hondo's</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"> ≈This restaurant no longer exists.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"> It was owned by the man who</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"> has several other eating places</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"> in the area, The Black Cow, the</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"> Star, Jax and Clancy's and a </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"> hamburger place whose name</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"> escapes me. At any rate, I used</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"> to order enchiladas Suissa there.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Morro Bay, California Hoppe's Annex</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"> ≈Nowadays, Hoppe's is a highly</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"> successful restaurant in </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"> Cayucos and the smaller place</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"> in Morro Bay has long been</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"> closed. I loved the halibut in</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"> lemon beurre blanc. Not usually</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"> a fish lover, I made an excep-</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"> tion for this.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Memphis, TN Peabody Hotel cafe</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"> ≈Perhaps this eating spot had</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"> its own name. Never mind, the</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"> mile high cake we had was</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"> unforgettable. It gave me an</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"> added appreciation for </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"> Southern desserts.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Los Angeles, CA Tam o' Shanter</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"> ≈My daughter, prone to mala-</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"> propisms, refers to this as </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"> "Shanty Lanterns". Lots of</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"> tasty items on the menu. If you</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"> eat in the bar area you can order</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"> brisket sandwiches with </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"> homemade potato chips and</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"> cole slaw on the side.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Glendale, CA Panda Inn</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"> ≈This is where I first tasted</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"> honey walnut shrimp. Many</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"> Chinese restaurants have it</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"> on their menus. Somehow the</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"> idea of mayonnaise in Chinese</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"> cuisine is curious, but it works.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">La Cañada, CA Min's Kitchen</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"> ≈Often, customers call the </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"> charming owner/hostess by</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"> the name of "Min", whereas</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"> her name is "Toi". Thirty years</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"> ago, she brought us hot & </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"> sour soup one evening when</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"> we were keeping the shop </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"> open late in December. What</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"> a memorable kindness! Today</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"> I'd order her lemon prawns</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"> (the sauce is akin to lemon pie</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"> filling) and sizzling beef for</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"> which she uses ribeye steak.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Westwood, L.A., CA Bit o' Scotland</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"> ≈We used to drive across town</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"> to avail ourselves of their fish</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"> and chips. Now for that we</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"> head to Clancy's in Glendale.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"> I always seem to need extra</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"> tartar sauce. It's at Clancy's</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"> also that the cedar plank</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"> salmon is outstanding.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Carmel, California La Boheme</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"> ≈We enjoyed many a meal here</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"> before the owner decided to</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"> close. It was a tiny restaurant</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"> within which someone de-</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"> cided to construct a tiny room</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"> where we always hoped to </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"> be seated. Our wish was</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"> granted one freezing cold</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"> night (truly...many plants</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"> up and died that winter) and</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"> I remember it for the atmos-</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"> phere mostly, but the food was</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"> always outstanding. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Carmel, CA EmLe's</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"> ≈ Another casualty in the</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"> world of restaurants (food</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"> places have the highest rate</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"> of mortality, followed closely</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"> by bookstores.) This was</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"> where I first tasted French</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"> toast dipped in cornflakes. </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"> At the time it was unusual.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Glendale, CA Damon's</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"> ≈Prime rib, always, and the</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"> garlic bread, especially on the</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"> nights that the cook has a </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"> heavy hand with the butter.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Verdugo City, CA El Sol</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"> ≈This has to be our favorite</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"> Mexican restaurant, owned</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"> and operated by Manuel and</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"> his wife, Ana. The carnitas</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"> is fantastic here along with</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"> everything else.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Glendale, CA Magic Wok</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"> ≈Orange chicken every time. I</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"> once asked why they didn't </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"> offer honey walnut shrimp,</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"> Patrick pointed it out on the</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"> lunch menu but it can be </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"> ordered any time.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">IKEA, any old where. Ours is in Burbank.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"> ≈I've not been there lately, so I can </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"> Swedish meatballs, potatoes and</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"> a dollop of lingonberry sauce.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">Arcadia, CA Din Tai Fung</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"> ≈We always order the juicy </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"> pork dumplings and the </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"> spicy green beans. It's too</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Glendale, CA Dinah's</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"> ≈At a longtime Glendale landmark, you can get a</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Glendora, CA The Donut Man</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"> ≈It's a long way to go for a doughnut, but where</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Los Angeles, Tam 'O Shanter</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"> ≈There are many</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"> reasons to visit </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"> this well-loved</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"> restaurant, not</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"> the least of which</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"> a C.C.Brown hot</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Pasadena, CA, Pie 'N Burger </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"> ≈In 'N Out burgers may be almost just as good but </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"> you can't end your meal with a slice of pie.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"> ≈Cream puffs, par excellence!</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">≈Too sinful to indulge in mini</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"> ≈Even when spaghetti a la carbonara doesn't </span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Los Angeles, CA Pacific Dining Car</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"> ≈ Eggs, scrambled with chunks of cream cheese are</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"> so much better than plain scrambled eggs. And</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">At home....... I've heard this referred to as "toad in the hole", but</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Something I came across in our recent purging spell was a little notebook in which I noted memorable foods. Yes, of course it should be thrown away. Anyone in his right mind would toss it without a second thought. If I share my jottings with you, that will help me release the pages to the round file.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">In Amsterdam I discovered</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"> ≈French fries served with mayonnaise</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"> (much better than ketchup, methinks)</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">In France I still remember</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"> </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"> ≈a seedless </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">raspberry tart. How, I </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"> </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"> wonder, was that produced?</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"> ≈Icky cheese.....I'm not fond of smelly</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"> cheeses. When I was asked if I </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"> would like some Stilton, I politely</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"> said, "No, thank you" and the lady</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"> misunderstood and put a sizable</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"> slice of it on my plate. </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"> ≈Rising before dawn to get to a </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"> famous antique sale, we ate at an </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"> obscure cafe. A basket of fresh</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"> croissants on the table made even the</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"> scrambled eggs memorable.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">In England</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"> ≈Fish and chips lived up to their</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"> reputation.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"> ≈Breakfasts in the B&Bs....always</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"> including tomatoes and limp bacon</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"> ≈In one pub after dinner, dessert was</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"> served.......cheesecake under a </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"> mound of real whipped cream.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Ruth's Chris</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"> ≈The prices will prohibit another</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"> visit, but I'll always remember the</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"> sizzling ribeye steak, served with</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"> a pat of butter on top.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Louisville, KY</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"> ≈In a little cafe on the river road, we</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"> were served hot pulled pork sand-</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"> witches long before they became</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"> popular here.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Honolulu, Hawaii</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"> ≈Seeking out real Hawaiian food, we</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"> ate at an unpretentious cafe that</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"> served pork, swimming in its own fat,</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"> greens and poi. I don't remember it</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"> for the food, but for the huge male</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"> customers that ate there.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Los Angeles, CA, Philippe's</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"> ≈The double dipped pork sandwiches</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"> drew us across town. We added</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"> hot, hot mustard and a scoop of</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"> cole slaw and moaned with pleasure.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"> One time when I suggested having</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"> supper there, we hopped in the car, </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"> drove to Philippe's and on returning</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"> home found that in our haste we'd</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"> neglected to close the front door. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Claremont, CA, Walter's</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"> ≈I could never order anything other</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"> than the lamb burrito.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"> Fabulous! Lamb cooked </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"> with sauce, baked beans and cheese</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"> inside a flour tortilla topped with</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"> sour cream and alfalfa sprouts,</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"> served with Afghan potatoes.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"> ≈In my experience, no waffle can</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"> compare to the one served by Ole's</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"> in Alameda, California. Crisp, </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"> tender, good!</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Oakland, CA, The Lighthouse</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"> ≈Garlicky chicken wings...bleu</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"> cheese is the traditional thing to</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"> serve with them, but I prefer the</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"> ranch dressing.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Culinary Institute of New Orleans</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"> ≈With an Elderhostel group we</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"> went here for a cooking demon-</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"> stration and discovered how much</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"> I liked gumbo. It was there that</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"> the chef said, "If you are cooking</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"> with electricity, there's only one</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"> thing to do. Move."</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Arcadia, CA, Moffats</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"> ≈THE place to go for chicken pies</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"> if you like them filled with </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">gravy </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">and chicken, no peas. </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"> my opinion, the healthy stuff</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"> should be served on the side.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Glendale, CA, Café du Monde</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"> ≈Alas, this restaurant closed years</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"> ago, but I remember so well</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"> their garlic soup and steak au</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"> poivre vert (a dish I learned to </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"> make at home.)</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Glendale, CA,</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"> Jax</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"> ≈Baby back ribs are always our </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"> choice here.......when am I going</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"> to learn that it's no longer "we", </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"> but "my"......?</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Montrose, CA, Town Deli</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"> ≈Another restaurant of the past.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"> Love their version of Chinese</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"> Chicken Salad, even if the owner</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"> was Mexican.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Bar Harbor, ME</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"> ≈It was in a restaurant</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"> here that I ate the only</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"> lobster roll I've ever had.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"> It was utterly delicious.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Nova Scotia</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"> ≈On the same trip, it was</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"> here that I ate a lemon</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"> ice box dessert that was so</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"> good that I ordered a</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"> second one (and I was</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"> much smaller then)</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Eagle Rock, CA, Casa Bianca</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"> ≈If you time it just right</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"> and arrive at opening time</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"> you can be seated at</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"> once......otherwise prepare</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"> to wait. I'm sure all the</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"> dishes are good here, but</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"> we always ordered pizza.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">I think this needs to be done in two parts, so we'll finish it tomorrow. Okay?</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; border-collapse: collapse; color: #330000; font-family: georgia, 'bookman old style', 'palatino linotype', 'book antiqua', palatino, 'trebuchet ms', helvetica, garamond, sans-serif, arial, verdana, 'avante garde', 'century gothic', 'comic sans ms', times, 'times new roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Do vegetarians eat animal crackers? </span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: #330000; font-family: georgia, 'bookman old style', 'palatino linotype', 'book antiqua', palatino, 'trebuchet ms', helvetica, garamond, sans-serif, arial, verdana, 'avante garde', 'century gothic', 'comic sans ms', times, 'times new roman', serif;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: georgia, 'bookman old style', 'palatino linotype', 'book antiqua', palatino, 'trebuchet ms', helvetica, garamond, sans-serif, arial, verdana, 'avante garde', 'century gothic', 'comic sans ms', times, 'times new roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;">~Author Unknown</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"> </span> </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">In sorting through the stacks of cards that have arrived over the past six months........get well cards, birthday cards, thinking-of-you cards and messages of condolence, there was a letter from Lisa (pictured above) that I thought summed up Mr. Bob's memorial service better than anything I could write and I'd like to share it with you here.</span><br />
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Dear Jane,<br />
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Words are not easy to find.<br />
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I didn't want to write until after Bob's memorial. I was sure I would learn a great deal from the Humphrey approach to a major Life event......always with inspiration, imagination, creativity and heart. I knew I would be touched. I knew I would find many valuable lessons. I did not know it would transcend any memorial I've ever attended. It was absolutely perfect from the warm greetings, to the beautiful photographs, to the heartfelt words, to the cloud of pure love emanating from the room. Your family was absolutely beautiful, each and every one. They did their father and their grandfather and their mother proud.<br />
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Tim's solo, joined by the jazz band was one of the most beautiful sounds I've ever heard. It expressed what could never be said with words. And, to end with "When the Saints Go Marching In" and the proud parade of the jazz umbrella.......was to know, without doubt, that a saint went marching in.<br />
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I found myself celebrating how loudly Bob lived.....in a very quiet way. I learned so much in his presence. People who live out loud never seem to have the same powerful effect of men like Bob who have no need to brag and boast. Actions define them. I was enheartened by those observations. I watched a real man love his life, his family, his wife, and his friends while saying very few words.<br />
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One of my indelible memories will always be the example you both set as husband and wife. It is unparalleled and will always guide me.......perfect in any imperfections, sweeter than any relationship I have ever observed. I have watched you and Bob live it consistently. You were incredible teachers.<br />
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The other words that will linger was the compliment that will always define you and Bob........that you changed the Manor. Your presence, your energy, your creativity, your warmth, your service ....gave it new heart, new soul. How beautifully the words were shared and how much it compliments you and Bob. <i>That is a legacy! </i>That is something to strive for.......and you accomplished that by the sincere act of being yourselves!<br />
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Again, I am enheartened.<br />
All my love,<br />
Lisa<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Tim spoke of the music that his dad had appreciated.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Tim had taken a few clarinet lessons ten years ago, soon giving it up.<br />
His playing at the memorial came as a complete surprise.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The Golden Eagle Jazz Band marched in after Tim played the opening bars.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Mr. Bob would have loved the music, but he'd never in the world have believed his memorial would draw such a crowd.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">My words were few. I said that I had indeed married well and that Mr. Bob would be sorely missed.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Owen and his cousin, Ethan, were models of decorum<br />
during the memorial.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Jeanine had spoken earlier of Mr. Bob winning the<br />
jazz umbrella. He made a gift of it to her and we<br />
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marched to "When the Saints Go Marching In".</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The Manor kitchen prepared a feast of delectable food.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Mr. Bob loved mariachi music, and so did the guests.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Here is Susan and her beautiful daughter and two sons. It was a blessing we<br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">One thing I happened across was the draft of the speech I gave at Chris and Frances's wedding banquet five years ago. It was one of the happiest occasions I'd ever attended. Wait.......it was THE most jubilant gathering of my life (tied, perhaps, by Mr. Bob's memorial service.....more on that tomorrow).</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I can't tell you how happy I am to be here at this celebration. Most of you are probably aware that Chris and Frances have known each other for 20 years and have been "an item" for the last twelve years. Tonight I have a few words to say about patience.</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Christopher, from birth, has always done things in his own good time and in his own way. When he was two years old we enrolled in a Mommy & Me class and on the first day of the session he refused the offer of bells and wouldn't march with the other children in a circle. He stood close by my side and watched. This went on for week after week until finally one day he accepted the bells and joined in the march.........never mind that he went in the opposite direction of his classmates. I felt that my patience had paid off.</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Several years ago Frances related an interesting story about something that had happened with a friend and I said, "Frances, we should have a party so I could meet all of your interesting friends." and Frances's answer surprised me when she said, "That would be called a wedding." At that time there were no upcoming plans for a marriage between our son and his beloved Frances, but patience was called into practice......and here we are tonight, celebrating with family and friends that wedding which took place yesterday.</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Along with wishing this perfectly matched couple a long and happy marriage, I'd like to take this opportunity to thank the Hui family for the patience you've displayed and to assure you that when a Humphrey male finally commits with his heart and soul, it's forever.</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">The children first noticed when there was a change in my ability to communicate. I told them, in all seriousness, that I had been shopping for swimwear with Michelle Obama among other ridiculous and impossible claims. My creative imagination wove complicated situations into vivid fantasies.....not especially pleasant ones. Several times I was holed up in an attic in an empty house. Always someone from my real life would figure in the account. Not pretty, I can assure you.</span></div>
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"If our lives are dominated by a search for happiness, then perhaps few activities reveal as much about the dynamics of this quest...........in all its ardour and paradoxes......than our travels. They express, however inarticulately, an understanding of what life might be about outside of the constraints of work and of the struggle for survival. Yet rarely are they considered to present philosophical problems.......dated on advice on <b><i>where</i></b> to travel to, but we hear little of <b><i>why</i></b> and <b><i>how</i></b> we should go, even though the art of travel seems naturally to sustain a number of questions neither so simple nor so trivial, and of what the Greek philosophers beautifully termed <b><i>eudaionia</i></b>, 'human flourishing.'</div>
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When I hear the word, “August”, I think of vacations which of course is left over from my years of mothering growing chilldren.. August was the month that we locked up our bookshop and pretended to be a normal family of the 1960s when most mothers wore aprons and were readily available all day long.</div>
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The train trip where during the night, the partition in our bedroom car vibrated open and suddenly we had not only twice the room, but an unfamiliar roommate who was not the least bit amused.</div>
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Mr. Bob saying, upon our return from a three week motorhome trip to Maine and back again, “I’m not going anywhere with that kid until his voice changes”.( referring to Tim, the nice man who visits me several times a week). Fifteen years later our family was together on a hellish vacation in Hawaii and Mr. Bob came to me and whispered, “His voice hasn’t changed yet.”</div>
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During the following 3 days, Will and I revisited the old familiar haunts. We went to the location where our old school had been and then to the new school that replaced it. During his teens Will and his brother had put out a small newspaper with articles that revealed how local children felt about current events during those World War II years. We met with the principal and the librarian of the library. Both were thrilled to receive copies of the old newspapers for their archives.</div>
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I stopped at the Wayne Hotel where my mother had been in charge of the dining room and kitchen during the ‘40s. It had been remodeled and upgraded to a posh, upscale hotel and is now on the National Registry of Historic Buildings. The community of Wayne had been updated to include restaurants, shops and galleries.</div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">After Mr. Bob departed and I realized I'd need to downsize tremendously I told the kids to give away EVERYTHING. The Manor had a sale coming up and most of our belongings could be donated to that cause.</span><br />
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Guests were invited to sign the guest book when they arrived.</div>
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Rev. Doug Edwards presided over the service.</div>
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Bob's son Tim played a solo rendition of a Closer Walk With Thee.</div>
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The Golden Eagle Jazz Band entered and joined Tim in playing A Closer Walk With Thee.</div>
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Friends, family, and neighbors payed their respects during Saturday's service.</div>
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The Golden Eagle Jazz Band played several songs.</div>
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Following the service, guests were invited to a reception in the courtyard of Windsor Manor.</div>
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A mariachi band entertained guests during the reception.</div>
<br />Janehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06912090336588129722noreply@blogger.com18tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9089270273683004385.post-12841723245440894982012-04-16T16:18:00.001-07:002012-04-16T16:18:59.930-07:00Robert M. Humphrey Memorial<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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grandsons, Ryan M. Humphrey, Justin D. Humphrey and Owen H. Humphrey.</span><span style="font-size: large;">A Memorial will be held in his honor on Saturday April 28th 2 PM</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Glendale, California </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Mr. Bob touched many lives - All are encouraged to join us in honoring him.</span></div>
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</h2>Janehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06912090336588129722noreply@blogger.com17tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9089270273683004385.post-64737703611893243902012-04-12T20:57:00.000-07:002012-04-12T21:01:02.380-07:00Rest in Peace<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<br /></div>Janehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06912090336588129722noreply@blogger.com36tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9089270273683004385.post-8733950665249664842012-03-23T22:27:00.001-07:002012-03-23T22:59:05.735-07:00FAMILY<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Susan H writes: Dear friends, family and blog followers.........The words for this entry do not flow as others have. There is no sugar coating the current situation. So rather than ease into the update, I am going to tell it like taking off an adhesive bandage, quick and painful as opposed to slow and even more painful.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Mr. Bob is receiving Hospice care. Results from his recent CT scan showed that the lung cancer, an aggressive form of cancer, has spread to his liver. We called VNA Hospice services Thursday and they arrived Thursday afternoon. Incredible. Mr. Bob was able to move to the same Skilled Nursing room as Jane and they are now roommates. He is at peace with the what will take place in the coming weeks</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">. Jane still recovering, seems to understand, she has good days and not so good days. They are together now, beds next to each other, their recliner chair in between. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Tonight we sat together in their room, Jane in twilight sleep, as we listened to Mr. Bob tell stories of his childhood. Stories we had not heard before. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">My mother has made our family shine in the posts she has written, in her eyes I suppose we do shine. I do think sometimes she wrote what she wanted her family to be rather that what really was. But tonight it felt like we became that family.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"> </span>Janehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06912090336588129722noreply@blogger.com47tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9089270273683004385.post-55168631847646176172012-03-19T11:22:00.000-07:002012-03-19T11:22:40.776-07:005:55 AM<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';">We sat on the edge of the bed, my father and I. He had suggested that we watch the clock turn to 5:55. Patterns in numbers have always interested him, be it a clock or an odometer. We still had a few minutes until the three red numerals became identical, and we talked about things as they once were, and about his father. We talked of life, and how he was proud of his children, and how my mom was recuperating from her own health challenges.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';">Minutes earlier I had lifted my father off the bathroom floor, his legs no longer able to hold him up as they had for the last eight decades. But now as the clock turned to 5:55, we both knew it was time. Time to let others help him with things that were once easy, once simple, and once done without effort.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';">I will treasure this moment with my father, our talk of happier times. And as the clock changed to 5:56 I helped him back under his covers, tucked him in, and gently kissed his cheek. </span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Tim and Chris have been taking turns spending the night with Jane. While she was in ICU there were many scary moments, hours. Those moments have seemed to pass, not quite as scary. Jane, while she was still speaking clearly and in sentences; had Tim and Chris come to the bedside and she gave them the, 'Dying Parent', talk and asked them to pass what they were told on to me. She told them, "Even though there is sadness and grief when a parent dies, there is also a sense of freedom, do not feel guilty about that feeling". Oh my, not only is that as uncomfortable as the 'sex talk' it is far more painful, ouch. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Her vitals are as they should be. Her blood sugar is stabilized and can be managed with diet and oral medication. We had no idea chemotherapy could effect blood suger. Our cousin Shelly let us know that her mother Charlene had the same experience and they were equally surprised.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">I am not technical. Jane is far more advanced in technology which amuses me. My brothers are both amazing in the IT area. Justin and I were able to Skype with Jane, that was comforting for all of us.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Tim spent the night last night and texted me, "I just don't know how Chris did it all those nights". Not that Jane is difficult, but the hospital setting, noises, interruptions, helping when needed. Chris helped change sheets, Tim was a one-man-pep squad last night cheering Mom on from the foot of the bed, "Who's our Mama? Mighty Mighty Mama." That is just one of many cheers he belted out, well probably whispered. No pom poms.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">I just received great news........she is being discharged from the hospital. A whirlwind of activity. Family taken a little off guard. Windsor is ready for her. She will be in the more intensive health care center. Jane is still working on being able to sit, walk, talk and feed herself. Wow, it will be nice she will be home and Mr. Bob will have an easier time visiting. He got his new wheelchair yesterday. And even though she doesn't like visitors, I think it's because she wants to look nice, I hope she will welcome those that can visit. It will cheer her up and spur her on. A million THANK YOUs to all!!!</span>Janehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06912090336588129722noreply@blogger.com25tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9089270273683004385.post-73703384884497360812012-03-10T16:23:00.003-08:002012-03-10T18:24:28.516-08:00MISSING RAINBOW<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">Aging is different for each of us, some age with the grace of a fine wine while others have a less easy time of it, and then some of us, age like Roquefort cheese. Jane and Bob have experienced, at varying times, all stages. I wish there was dignity in ageing for all, but our family is finding out there a lot of parts that are not dignified, still, my parents have pushed through with Grace beyond what I imagined possible. As do their fellow Winsdorites, all amazing.
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">After my mother’s fall in the shower, dislocating her shoulder, moving to the Health Center, the retched effects of chemotherapy, something changed. I would talk with her almost daily and she would tell me she had lost her spark. She so enjoys the interaction to the folks that read her blog, meandering through the Manor stopping to visit with almost everyone, she didn’t have that to look forward to. She is not a woman that likes to be held back or told she can’t do something. She felt like she was ‘grounded’. Unable to do much with her shoulder immobilizer and having to ask for assistance each time she needed to move about, which is often, taking a diuretic. An extremely humbling experience.
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">Both my parents had appointments on Thursday, Jane an MRI for her shoulder, Mr. Bob a CT scan to see if his cancer had spread. Calls and texts to both of them from their offspring on Thursday went unreturned, my brothers and I were concerned but realized they must both be exhausted from their appointments, my mother was not looking forward to the ‘tunnel’ again, for 45 minutes, she was anxious this time. So we texted each other with the assurance we would get a return call on Friday.
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">Then something changed……………Again her heart raced and then slowed, and raced again. Her blood pressure dropped, no explanation, Tim still at her side. Mr. Bob waiting to hear good news. Chris ready to come at the drop of a hat. I, being so far away could only pray and be positive, and supportive to Mr. Bob and Tim. I called my parents’ dear friends, Roger and Diane; I asked Diane, through tears, if she would give Tim a pep talk call. Her answer, “we are getting in to the car now”. They were there in minutes. I know many others would be there in minutes also, but that would mortify my mother, she does not like visitors, or surprises.
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">Early this morning Tim texted me that he was at Jane’s side, vitals good but still despondent. My brother Chris on is on his way, taking bus line that runs Vietnamese variety shows on the TV screens. He will be there this afternoon. He will be a huge support to Tim and Mr. Bob. I keep telling myself she will pull through this just has she has with other challenges, she has the love of family and friends, there are more blogs for her to write, pictures to take, people to visit with, she is not done.
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"> I think I cornered the market on one of their selections recently. The front showed a drawing of a cowboy holding a gun and the words "ANOTHER YEAR" and on the inside were the words, "SHOT TO HELL". It struck my funny bone and was good for men to boot.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia, 'bookman old style', 'palatino linotype', 'book antiqua', palatino, 'trebuchet ms', helvetica, garamond, sans-serif, arial, verdana, 'avante garde', 'century gothic', 'comic sans ms', times, 'times new roman', serif;"><b><i>"We know we're getting old when the only thing we want for our birthday is not to be reminded of it."</i></b></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia, 'bookman old style', 'palatino linotype', 'book antiqua', palatino, 'trebuchet ms', helvetica, garamond, sans-serif, arial, verdana, 'avante garde', 'century gothic', 'comic sans ms', times, 'times new roman', serif; font-size: small;"> ~Author Unknown</span></span><br />
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