January 29

Dear Neighbors, yes there's more than one of you,

Please note the date, January 29, 2010, Christmas was December 25, 2009, last year.  Take down your Christmas decorations!  One of you put them up the day after Halloween, nearly 3 months ago.  We're not just talking lights here, we're talking big red bows, wreaths, decorated trees, all the sights of Christmas.  Get over it!  Christmas is gone and won't be back for awhile. 

If you can't stand to take it all down turn it into Valentine decorations.  Twist those bright red ribbons into hearts or cupid's arrows.  

I don't want to be a fussy neighbor, I appreciate that you have no kids, your dog hardly barks, you're never home, all the things I like in a neighbor but your Yule tide trimmings have got to go.

State of the Union Response

I feel it necessary to give a response to last night's State of the Union Address.

So jobs are going to be the # 1 priority in '010, that's nice, they  should have been priority #1 in '09 and maybe the jobless rate wouldn't be standing at better than 10%.  Empty promises do no one any good.

Making big banks and Wall Street the bad guys is not the answer, nearly everyone has money in Wall Street either through personal accounts, 401's, pension accounts, etc.  So when he attacks these institutions and markets decline because they don't know what he may do we all suffer.

If he taxes the big banks they'll do one of two things, make fewer loans or pass the cost on to us, either way we lose.

He says there will be transparency in government but he's had a year to do that and he hasn't and he won't.

He said that all the combat troops would be out of Iraq by this August, but he failed to say that he's leaving 10's of thousands support troops there.

Though the Republicans are a stubborn, cantankerous  group he could have found a way to work with them or at least convince people that it was their fault.  Bill Clinton managed to do that, but for some reason he doesn't seem to either want to or be able to.

I don't want the Republicans to get smug, they have nothing to be smug about, I don't want the Democrats to continue with business as usual, that's not going to fly, and most of all I want the President to realize that he's not just the President of the large, liberal cities, but rather President of all the areas in between.

Wyatt Earp

Wyatt Earp may seem like a strange subject for me to write about but it really isn't, I've always had a fascination with the old west and the stories about the people who settled it.  My Dad always had Old West magazines laying around the house (I think that he always felt he'd been born a century too late)  that I'd read,  and when we traveled we'd usually include a side trip to old forts, cattle towns and of course Tombstone.  

Mac and I went there too a few years ago, really great place to see with its old saloons, opera house and of course the OK Corral.

We love the movie Tombstone have seen it more times than I can count, finally had to buy a copy of it. Kurt Russell as Wyatt is good, but Sam Elliot as his brother Virgil and Val Kilmer as Doc Holiday steal the show.

 Then Monday night we caught a show on PBS about Wyatt, telling his story from childhood, where his father was a deadbeat moving the family from town to town skipping out on debts, through his marriage that ended with his wife's death, his career as a bordello bouncer and on to his career as a lawman in Abilene and Dodge City.  From there he moved on to Tombstone and the event they say haunted the rest of his life, the gunfight at the OK Corral.  We've all seen picture of the famous shootout, the men facing each other across the corral, but  the program said the fight had taken place at barely arm's reach, extraordinary.

In later life Wyatt  was in Los Angeles and loved cowboy movies, traveling from one end of town to the other to see them all. 

Last year we watched a movie called "Sunset", a rather fictionalized version of his meeting with Tom Mix when he served as an advisor on one of his movies.  It starred Bruce Willis as Tom Mix and James Garner as Earp.  Though no means a great movie it was amusing and we enjoyed it.

Tom Mix was one of Wyatt's  pallbearers when he died and it's said that he cried.  I think he must have been a most interesting person, one of those you'd like to meet, have a beer with and a long talk about long ago.

Hey Buddy Can You Spare a Dime?

While sitting in a local dance club a couple of weeks ago a generic looking blonde came up to us, gave me a big  hug and said, "Haven't seen you since the Cavalier."  Well we had no idea who she was, but Southern etiquette requires you to respond in kind, so I said, "Well they did burn it down, so here we are, how have you been?"  And she proceeded to tell us that she was involved with the old owners of the Cavalier and they were in the process of opening a new club, should be open in about 8 weeks.  We thought that was great, told her that if they needed any help to let us know because Mac had done a lot of paintings for the old place.  She left, with us being none the wiser as to who she was and we forgot about it.

Then last Friday night she showed up again, with her significant other in tow, whispered to me that she had forgotten our names, which I'm sure she had never known, introduced us and they began talking about the new club, what they were going to do, how they would run it, the bands they'd have, except for one little thing, they needed $35,000 that they would pay back in 6 months as 10% interest.  We were gobsmacked!  I mean we didn't know these folks from Adam. And worse, they wouldn't go away which really put a drag on our dancing, needless to say we left early.

Next day we called our friend Mike, told him he'd have to dig up the can of cash in the backyard because we were going into business with 2 people we'd never met before but would be making us a lot of money.  After the laughter we decided that the old maxim is true, it definitely takes all kinds.

Library

In a fit of madness, or just a moment of deciding my daughter April was right, I started to do something about our library.

Each time she comes she asks,"How do you find anything?", and truth be told, we can't find anything.  Frequently we buy books we already own.  

So with a prayer to Athena, goddess of wisdom and strategic battles,  I headed upstairs where our books are spread over 3 rooms, 6 bookcases and 2 closets.  I felt not unlike Hercules trying to clean out the Augean Stables. 

First I had to decided how to sort them, the simplest being by author, and that's what I'm doing, at least for the fiction.  Now that doesn't mean they'll be in alphabetical order, that's too much moving.  But all of Jane Austen will be together even if she's next to all of the Stephan King.

For the nonfiction, which actually makes up most of our library, it will be by subject matter, i.e.  travel, food, customs, folklore, antiques, history.  This should only take me about a month or two. 

So all you librarians, and almost librarians, say a prayer for me.

The Classics Strike Again

Was on YouTube yesterday watching Hitler rants and I ran across a comedian with a guitar doing a rant about Pachibel's Canon in D.  It was hilarious!  He was playing Pachibel's Canon in D on the guitar and said that he hadn't always been a cool dude with a guitar, but rather, a geek kid playing the cello, and that he'd loved all the classical music he'd played except Pachibel because the cello only got to play 8 lousy notes D,A,Bm,F#,G,D,G,A) over and over ---54 times-- (he'd counted it) and so he hated it, but couldn't escape it.  They'd played it at a step-nephew-in-law's graduation  with Vitamin C singing their version of it , turned on classic rock station and Arrowsmith is singing it as "Crazy", folk station had another version, Blues Traveler is doing it and calling it "Run Around", Plain White T-Shirts are doing it as "Hey There Delilah", Green Day calls it "Hope You're Had the Time of You Life", the Beatles did it as "Let it Be", U-2 "I'll Wait For You"----- so there's no escaping it.  I laughed till I cried.

And by the way, if you haven't seen any of the Hitler Rants you're missing a good laugh, particularly the one about Brett Favre and old fart quarterbacks.

Hasta La Vista Epson

Yesterday on Facebook I said that my Epson (let's be specific) printer was getting ready to take a long flight down a short flight of stairs and today is the day.  I hate that printer, they gave it to me free with my new computer last year and having used it for a year I feel they should have paid me to take it. Read a great little piece about printers at "The Oatmeal" saying that printers were sent from hell to make us miserable and it's true.

They jam, they give cryptic error messages, make horrible prints (either grainy as hell or full of lines), make a racket that sounds like robot mating, break down when you need them the most (when I had to print out boarding passes and had to make a flying trip to the library to do it), refuse to recognize the ink cartridges I bought because they're the cheap ones and not the over-priced name brands that cost more than the computer, and occasionally prints well so I think I should keep it only to discover the next time I need it it's worse than useless.

So hasta la vista Epson, enjoy your trip.

Mid-Winter Dreams

Yes I know that technically it's not mid-winter yet, but I can dream.  It's a beautiful day here, highs in the upper 60'd, loads of sunshine and I went puttering in the garden.  Pulled a few weeds, but it's much too muddy to do much of anything but dream.

Winter has been hard on my Southern garden and I'm worried about my Hibiscus  and the Confederate rose.  The lemon tree and orange tree came through fine and the bougainvillea seems to be ok.

Mac planted Fava Beans (an English Broad Bean, but he knows it as a Spanish bean) and they're thriving.

I planted Spanish bluebells last fall and Louisiana iris' s and I waiting to see what happens with them.

In the meantime I'm going to look through my Niche Garden catalog and do some more dreaming.

Every Family Has One Part Two

I have been working hard on our family genealogy since New Years, looking into both mine and Mac's families.

I've had a lot of help from Mac's cousins Bill and Terri, a friend, Pat Navarro,   and most of all from  his cousin Isabel who really came through, making lots of phone calls on my behalf.

But one person who could have helped, but didn't, was Mac's older brother, who shall be nameless,

though  Mac's younger brother says, "Once an a*****e always and a*****e".

Cousin Isabel called h

im to ask if he could make copies of some newspaper articles about their Father for us, she had given him the articles originally, and naively thought he would be happy to share them with us.  He said no, he wouldn't do it.  Isabel says she's saying prayers he'll change his mind, but I'm not holding my breath.

Actually, we already have the articles, Mac's Mom had sent them to us, so the only person he's hurting with his attitude is himself.

The research has been great fun, when I get it done I'll share it with the family or with most of the family. So far in addition to finding family members on census rolls,  I've found the passenger list where Mac's maternal grandparents came to the States from Spain, I've traced parts of my Dad's family back to the 1700's in Virginia and I'm working on my Okie/Indian connections.

Mac's Dad's family remains the most elusive, but Mac is going to contact a cousin on the Gutierrez side and we're hopeful.

So though Dr.Evil may plot against us the research goes on.

I've been working hard on the family genealogy and have received a lot of help from Mac's cousin Isabel.  So today I thought I'd write about Mac's maternal Grandmother Maria Antonia Campos Hernandez.  She was born in Macotera, Spain in 1886.  She and her husband Sebastian Hernandez Hernandez emigrated from Spain about 1911, going first to Hawaii and then on to California. Mac's Mom said they buried a baby at sea and she was their first child born in America.

Like many immigrants they were poor and the only job they could find was  picking crops.  Patty, Mac's Mom, remembered going to school and then having to leave and follow the crops, from asparagus in the early part of the year, through beans, tomatoes, apricots, etc.

Sebastian and Maria worked hard though, saving their money,  and eventually they bought their own home on Watkins St. in Hayward where many other Spanish families lived.  They eventually owned 3 houses and used 2 as rentals.

She didn't like cooking and Patty can't remember her ever doing it.  Though it's obvious someone taught Patty to cook.  The family would butcher a pig each fall and make its own mortadella,  chorizo and other Spanish sausages.  They also made their own wine. 

Mac remembers her loving to watch the wrestling matches on tv. she called them  los luchadores and would cheer them on.

After the death of her husband Mac's Aunt Dottie and Uncle George lived with her.  They had a big dog, a boxer, that many people were afraid of, but Abuela would smack it on the nose and it would run off.

She never spoke English, though I suspect she understood a lot of it.  I met her in 1965 when she gave a Bridal shower for me.  Sweet lady, always full of kisses for everyone.  Mac says she was one of those smiley Grandmas who was always glad to see you.  Unlike most of the older Spanish ladies on Watkins St. she didn't wear black, much too cheerful for that.

Diagnosed with diabetes she would sneak ice cream bars carrying them in her dress pocket.

In her late 70's she had breast cancer and had to have a mastectomy  and radiation treatment.  Mac's Mom said she was so strong and  never complained

She died in August 1966, a strong, brave lady who had traveled far, endured much with little complaint and much humor.

Taxes

We paid our quarterly taxes today, which improved Mac's mood no end.  It's good to know we're funding so many worthwhile things, like:

 

A study to find out if high heels hurt your feet

A study to see if Dragon boat racing helps cancer survivors

A study to see how canoes help cultural identity

A study to see how snorting cocaine causes anxiety

A study to see if women are aroused by porn

Fund a study in France about the olive fruit fly

Pay for tatoo removal in California

Fund efforts to combat "goth culture" in Kansas

I sleep better at night knowing how hard my tax dollars are working.