Wednesday, August 10, 2016

RV Fairy Garden

An RV Fairy Garden.  You read that right.  I miss my garden and my whimsical stuff that I laid out here and there in the yard.  To satisfy my creative juices, I made a fairy garden but with a twist.  I used an old miner's pan, various rocks I have collected, miniature forest animals, a few items from the craft store related to BBQing and/or camping.

It's only a prototype.  I'm still looking for an RV to add to it.

This has a forest and camping theme because that's where we are parked until October, in the Sierra National Forest.

Can you see the animals?

Monday, July 4, 2016

Independence Day 2016

kids in the back of the pick up
How many people can claim that they get to work in the place where they love to live.  That is how we view our work now that we have retired and live where we actually like living.

The RV park where we work celebrated Independence Day a day early because it was Sunday.  So last night we got to drive around the park with the kids and the old folks together under a canopy of pine and Cedar trees and the night sky.

With the smell of campfires and smores, we wound around the RV park while waving at all the campers lined up along the little parade route.

Kids on decorated bikes, dogs and various family members made the trek behind the lead truck and the park's old military Jeep.

We were honored to be serenaded along the way by a military band member and Vietnam vet who played the fight songs of all the branches of the military on his trumpet.

Today, Independence Day 2016, we got the chance to tool around the lake in a little motorboat and Bob tried to figure out his new fishing pole.  The weather was perfect and the lake was up after a devastating drought  last year that saw the water level down lower than anyone could remember.

The Lake - at a higher level
Bob - Lakeside, enjoying the view










Picnic and soaking up the view






Tree formed by the winds coming off the lake
That's our celebration this year and thank you to all military members who sacrifice so much for their fellow country men and women.  Off we go to a potluck hosted by fellow RVers.

Monday, June 20, 2016

And Let the Summer Begin

Our new digs and my instant mini patio
Today is the first day of summer, officially. Our typical central California valley heat started off with a bang as usual.  In other words, it became really hot, really fast.

 Fortunately, we also started off with a bang by moving our digs up into the cool atmosphere of the Sierra National Forest.  We have completely moved our RV and all our gear and will be "up in the pines" for about 6 months  while we work at Wishon Village RV resort for the season.

I made a little garden patio next to our motor home.  I sit out here in my lawn chair and read or relax.

Bob relaxing by the campfire
The first part of June was actually quite cold, as you can see Bob is wrapped up in his Mexican serape.

Shopping requires us to go 1 1/2 hrs. to town, but last trip I took the opportunity on my way back to stop at the newly renovated Vista Point in the Pineridge area .  I was curious to see how the 6 months of work had turned out.  I was impressed with the stone work and the Indian grinding holes that had  been preserved and placed neatly where everyone could see and reminisce on that part of the area's history.
Indian Grinding Holes


Well done rock wall and promenade








rock work and promenade to view the scenery

Yesterday, Father's Day and our first day off together, we decided to take a little drive around Lake Wishon.  Last year the lake was at its lowest point in anyone's memory.  The drought had really taken a toll.  This year with a better rainfall, not quite to normal, but  what seemed like a 100 percent improvement, the lake was up and beautiful.  Boats and fishermen were everywhere.
Wishon Lake - higher level this year

Wildflowers

Pentsemon and Indian paintbrush














Some wildflowers we saw along the way as well as an interesting rock formation.



"Here we are" - Bob checks out the map



Geological wonders-metamorphic rocks


















Woodchuck Country

We went to the other side of the lake to check out "Woodchuck Country" which is part of the John Muir Wilderness.  We hiked a little bit to get an idea of the trail.  The higher elevation still has us in its cross hairs.  But we got a few nice pictures and enjoyed the views.

Hopefully, in a few more weeks we can get serious about doing some hiking.



I climbed up enough to get a good view, see Bob?
Proof, I was here

Can you hear the babbling brook?
Bob looking for fish
After woodchuck country, we ventured to the bottom of the dam where the Kings River flows.  There we found out the forest service and PG&E have made some real nice fishing platforms, parking, and bathroom facilities for avid fisherman.  The sound of the river is always enchanting.


We came across a rock slide with a boulder in the road.  Almost as big as our car.  That is the end of today's journey.
Bob pushing a rock

Saturday, May 14, 2016

Americans, Indians, Pow-Wows


Like a butterfly as her decorations suggest
Today we enjoyed the annual American-Indian Pow-Wow at Big Sandy Rancheria of Auberry.  It was my second time to go and it was a  lot of fun.  I really enjoy the regalia (their beautiful attire that the American-Indians wear) and the dancing.

It was a beautiful setting, the day was gorgeous with a cool breeze and the Indian Tacos were awesome.

Grass Dance
One dance, we were told, was called the grass dance.  This one was to get the ground ready for planting.  The yellow color of the regalia represents the dry earth that is being readied for planting.

Color guard and flag ceremony
I love their flag ceremony that they always have.  What struck me today was the poem that was read and the explanation that was told of how American-Indians (their word) defend this land to the utmost, this is their homeland and that is why you see so much reverence given to their Veterans and their elders.  Something the rest of us could learn from.

There were flags from several branches of the military, including the Coast Guard and the Marines.



I cannot include all the pictures I took.  There were too many to chose from.  I tried to pick the best to get a glimpse of the beauty in these pow-wows.
The young girls dance

My friend, Erica, the original Indian princess, and her twin daughters





















And of course, I had to get a pair of earrings made by local tribe members.  How could I not?

Saturday, May 7, 2016

The Musings of a Mother for Mother's Day

1974 My first child




“If you bungle raising children, I don’t think whatever else you do well matters very much.”  Jacqueline Kennedy

When I had my first child I suddenly knew that life as I knew it was over.  I wondered why no one had told me this and why I wasn’t prepared.  Nor was I prepared for the immense outpouring of love that I felt for this new life and that it couldn’t compare with any other feelings I had experienced.

Being a mother is not easy, even in the best of households, or the richest.  There is no playbook yet there is an overabundance of directions and/or suggestions from well meaning sources that often contradict each other and add to the mix of confusion.

 When my world was full of little people that I had to protect, provide for and ensure their safety at all costs, my modus operandi was control all situations in every aspect.  When it became clear I could not in all honesty control every situation, my motto became “Hope for the best, but prepare for the worst.”  I felt ill prepared and definitely out of control.  I bemoaned that I was the worst mother in the world.  I would lament little things like:  “How could I buy a pair of shoes too big for my small child to save money only to watch him fall as soon as he got into the parking lot, tripping over those cost saving shoes and getting a nasty bump on his head?”  Certainly that was not the only mistake I made.

There were way too many bumps in the road for my liking, too many pitfalls, too many roller coaster rides. It became clear eventually that the best I could do was make good citizens out of my children, teach them right from wrong and, again, hope for the best.  

For my nuclear family, things were not easy, in fact, we would joke that our family fit the description of dysfunctional when that became a new word in the dictionary.  I could only hope that when I came to the end of this road my children had survived me and were happy and still loved me. 

People would ask me how I did it and my answer was always the same.  “I really don’t know, I just do it.”  But that’s our job, God gave us a task and we must complete that task.  

When I came across this Jacqueline Kennedy quote, it hit home.  As a mother, we have one job, one job to do and that job is to raise our children.  That is our first and foremost responsibility above all other responsibilities.  Most of us just know that.

My children are all on their own now and I am proud of them.  I hope they know how much I love them and that I wouldn’t be without a one of them.  

I think of my own mother and how she treated me.  I was a hopeless wanderer who may or may not have been the black sheep of the family.  I was passionate about the wrong things and I cared for the wrong people.  After 20 years I waltzed back home with all sorts of troubling issues.  My mother had never given up on me and she took me in without question or judgment.  For the next 10 years we talked on the phone daily and were never far from each other.  I now cherish those memories.

I took pages from her playbook and used them for my own.  I wonder sometimes if she knew how much I appreciated her.  I hope so.

Friday, May 6, 2016

Mother's Day Memories


Our family 1955 - my mom on the right

 Soon we will be celebrating Mothers around the world.  I'm pretty sure the event started to give mothers a day off from working in the kitchen, hence, all the restaurants packed out with families giving mom a day off.  Flowers were a peace offering for all those times we made her cry.

Growing up I loved surprising my mom with a few flowers I picked for her or a card I made in school.  I would leave them on the back porch, ring the doorbell and then run out of sight, certain I had fooled her,  and more importantly, made her smile.  I would run around the side of the house huffing and puffing, and then calmly walk in the front door as if I had no clue what little girl had left those flowers on the back porch.

My mom left to go beyond the stars before I was done appreciating her.  I'm sure I could have done more. I'm sure I could have hurt her less.  But one thing I know for sure, she always loved me no matter what.

Here's to you, Mom, and all the moms in the world.

Sunday, April 24, 2016

Fresno Remembers - 101 years unrecognized

The theme of the Sermon at First Armenian Presbyterian Church
I spent the last couple of days attending events here with the Armenian Community in Fresno remembering the Armenian Genocide.

 As someone so aptly put - how can 1.5 million people be starved, beaten, robbed, pillaged, burned, raped to death, their villages plundered and their wealth given over to their victors and then they call it an unsolved mystery? 

No, our ancestors knew the truth and they told us and this week we marched, we observed, we prayed, we laid down flowers at memorials and we sang.

 Because, we said, we will not forget.  We will not forget our grandmother's tears, our parents' anguish, our lost and missing relatives, our villages gone and destroyed.  We have been misplaced, we have been scattered, but we are strong and we will not forget.

Near East Relief Display
I cried my grandmother's tears when I listened to the speakers at Fresno State where the Armenian Studies program has placed a monument to the people who perished. 

At the church service, all members of the different clergy came together to perform a service in honor of our ancestors.

The Armenian school brought their students to present the Armenian and American flags and sing the national anthems of both countries.

In spite of hurts and betrayals, we are still fiercely loyal.

Armenian School and Homenetmen Scouts
 














An arm of the memorial that depicts the region my paternal ancestors came from.
Kharpert - Genocide Memorial, CSUF

A small clip of a moving song played beautifully by some of the students.  I love the wood flute, a Shvi