PONTIAC
Who would have “thunk” it? General Motors is shutting down one of their many divisions - a sign of the recessionary times. The Pontiac brand joins Oldsmobile, which was retired abut five years ago.
While I never owned a Pontiac (I was a Chevy man), I did ride in one once. This was quite a memorable experience. My sister Jeanne had a Trans Am, which she liked very much. So much, that she said that she wanted to be buried in it. Jeanne outlived her car, so that didn’t happen. Jeanne, and her husband Bob, had a summer place at Canadian Lakes( MI). I was visiting my Mother in Ypsilanti, as was Jeanne. She invited the two of us to return to the cottage with her. My Mother never refused an invitation to go someplace. She readily accepted, as did I. Jeanne had stopped at a traffic signal in a small town in Southern Michigan. I was watching because I heard the engine of the car to the left of us rumble. I looked over and there was a young guy looking at us, checking out the car and passengers. Then, I heard Jeanne’s Trans Am engine rumble in response - like a mating call. Jeanne sat there, with her fancy shades on, looking straight ahead and giving no signs of a challenge.. My Mother was in the front -passenger seat, and I was sitting behind her. At the instant that the light turned green, Jeanne tromped down hard on the accelerator. The Trans Am shot from a standing start to a high speed in no time. I looked for the young guy next to us and he wasn’t there! It wasn’t long before he pulled abreast of us and we drove in formation. He looked over at us shook his head and smiled. Then, he blasted off! We did present a strange scene. Our Mother was 88, Jeanne was 60 and I was 62 all riding in a flashy Trans Am - large painting on the hood, and all.
So farewell Pontiac. Thanks for the ride.
RCL - 5/8/09.
Friday, May 8, 2009
Thursday, May 7, 2009
The di Rosa Preserve
DI ROSA PRESERVE
For our Wednesday Outing today, we are heading for the Di Rosa Preserve, Art and Nature facility in Napa. There are eleven on board our mini-bus - Tony, our driver, Fabi, our Activities director and Janet from the staff and eight residents from Quail Creek - an assisted living facility in Fairfield. I have been there twice before - the first time, a couple of years ago, Mary treated Marie and I for Mothers’ and Fathers’ Days, with lunch afterwards at Gil Wood in Napa.
We suggested this facility to our friends, Pat and Mac, who accompanied us on our second visit. We ate lunch at the nearby Boon Fly Café.
We pulled away from Quail Creek at 10:00. The weather is sunny and clear, with high clouds. The Shell and Chevron stations post gas at $2,40/ gallon, while Arco is much cheaper at $2.26. Today’s crude oil -Futures price is about $56/bbl. We are riding along I-80 Westbound. It is a jarring experience. This eight mile stretch was supposed to have been re-surfaced last year. But, with the slumbering economy, plans slipped. Recently, the transportation people received good news - that they will be receiving some federal stimulus money shortly. Plans have been resurrected. Traffic is light. You drive on this washboard only if there is no other alternative.
We pass an auto dealer. The showroom is dark, and there are no new vehicles parked outside. The Anheuser Busch’s Brewery is off to the left. In-Bev, a Belgian brewer, bought A-B last November, and their profits are up - primarily due to A-B layoffs. We are passing the Weigh Station. Many trucks are cued up waiting for inspections. Hard to tell whether it is a sign of an improved economy or a back-up due to more rigid checking by the inspectors. “Ray’s RV’s” sign off to the left.
We are now traveling through Jamison Canyon - a very familiar stretch. High clouds have moved in and there is a high overcast. Hard to believe the weather change in such a short distance. A herd of black cattle is grazing in the plush field. We are passing many young vineyards on both sides of the highway. A water tower and an old “fixer-upper” barn come into view.
We are traveling northbound on Highway 29. Heavy traffic moving in the opposite direction - with their lights ‘on.” This is not good news - weather-wise. We are ascending a high bridge over a flood plain - holding lots of water. Tony exits from 29 on to Highway 121/12 - heading westbound. We arrive at our destination at 10:30.
We went on a one hour guided tour - escorted by Sabrina and Jeanette. The ground are pristine and very pretty. The art was very interesting and “funky”. It was certainly different and provocative!
The following history, and personal write-ups, are posted on the di Rosa preserve website:-
“The current di Rosa Preserve is a portion of the original 460 acres of land purchased by Rene di Rosa in 1960. Vineyards were established in 1855, but the land and building had fallen into disuse. Phylloxera in the late 19th century and Prohibition in the 20thcentury did away with the vineyards, and the 1886 stone winery was used for making moonshine, growing mushrooms, storing grain and hay, and milling.
After Rene di Rosa purchased the acreage, the stone winery was converted into a home, and the land turned from dairy cattle to grapes once again. In 1963. Winery Lake vineyards was established. Vines eventually covered 250 acres and, through the years, the quality fruit was sought by over 50 wineries. Seagram purchased the famed Winery Lake Vineyards in 1986.
Rene and Veronica di Rosa:
The di Rosa Preserve is the vision of two devoted patrons of the arts. Through their generosity, the vast collection of art, historic buildings, and surrounding open space, are being shared with the public.
Veronica was born in Canada and trained as an artist in California. She became known as a fine watercolorist and sculptor, as well as the author of whimsical cookbooks. She was an active booster of the Napa valley’s finest in wines, music and the fine arts.
Rene was born in Boston and was graduated from Yale University. While a reporter foe the San Francisco Chronical, and living in san Francisco, he sought a closer connection with rural values. His search brought him to Carneros where he planted the Winery Lake Vineyard. Famous fruit and a flair for promotion allowed this avocation to support his true interest: Bay Area art. The collection has grown over a span of four decades, during which Rene became an avid patron of the arts and artists of the region.
Art and Nature:
The preservation of natural habitat is central to the mission of the di Rosa Preserve: Art & Nature. The Preserve encompasses 53 acres, including a 35 acre lake, plus 162 acres of natural wild life preserve - all under Napa County Land Trust open space protection. Holdings include Milliken Peak and a stunning variety of habitats such as oak woodland, native grasses, ferns, herbs and wildflowers.
Art in many forms is displayed in harmony with nature on the Preserve: in magnificent outdoor arenas, in a 130 year old winery turned residence, in an ancient olive grove, and on the lake itself. Rich in flora and fauna, the open space is home, or a migratory stopping point for a fascinating array of wildlife, including Canada Geese, the Blue Herron, Snowy Egrets and the Preserve’s own peacocks.”
Note: The males were doing their mating dance - with fanned beautiful tail feathers- and squawking, but to no avail. The females must have been taking their siesta! It is still overcast and I felt a little moisture as we boarded.
We left the Preserve at 12:10, for the Boon Fly Café and lunch - arriving at 12:20. After a nice lunch, we re-boarded the bus and headed home at 2:00. An uneventful trip back, arriving at 2:30, after a nice day. Napa county is Lexus’ country!
RCL - 5/7/09.
For our Wednesday Outing today, we are heading for the Di Rosa Preserve, Art and Nature facility in Napa. There are eleven on board our mini-bus - Tony, our driver, Fabi, our Activities director and Janet from the staff and eight residents from Quail Creek - an assisted living facility in Fairfield. I have been there twice before - the first time, a couple of years ago, Mary treated Marie and I for Mothers’ and Fathers’ Days, with lunch afterwards at Gil Wood in Napa.
We suggested this facility to our friends, Pat and Mac, who accompanied us on our second visit. We ate lunch at the nearby Boon Fly Café.
We pulled away from Quail Creek at 10:00. The weather is sunny and clear, with high clouds. The Shell and Chevron stations post gas at $2,40/ gallon, while Arco is much cheaper at $2.26. Today’s crude oil -Futures price is about $56/bbl. We are riding along I-80 Westbound. It is a jarring experience. This eight mile stretch was supposed to have been re-surfaced last year. But, with the slumbering economy, plans slipped. Recently, the transportation people received good news - that they will be receiving some federal stimulus money shortly. Plans have been resurrected. Traffic is light. You drive on this washboard only if there is no other alternative.
We pass an auto dealer. The showroom is dark, and there are no new vehicles parked outside. The Anheuser Busch’s Brewery is off to the left. In-Bev, a Belgian brewer, bought A-B last November, and their profits are up - primarily due to A-B layoffs. We are passing the Weigh Station. Many trucks are cued up waiting for inspections. Hard to tell whether it is a sign of an improved economy or a back-up due to more rigid checking by the inspectors. “Ray’s RV’s” sign off to the left.
We are now traveling through Jamison Canyon - a very familiar stretch. High clouds have moved in and there is a high overcast. Hard to believe the weather change in such a short distance. A herd of black cattle is grazing in the plush field. We are passing many young vineyards on both sides of the highway. A water tower and an old “fixer-upper” barn come into view.
We are traveling northbound on Highway 29. Heavy traffic moving in the opposite direction - with their lights ‘on.” This is not good news - weather-wise. We are ascending a high bridge over a flood plain - holding lots of water. Tony exits from 29 on to Highway 121/12 - heading westbound. We arrive at our destination at 10:30.
We went on a one hour guided tour - escorted by Sabrina and Jeanette. The ground are pristine and very pretty. The art was very interesting and “funky”. It was certainly different and provocative!
The following history, and personal write-ups, are posted on the di Rosa preserve website:-
“The current di Rosa Preserve is a portion of the original 460 acres of land purchased by Rene di Rosa in 1960. Vineyards were established in 1855, but the land and building had fallen into disuse. Phylloxera in the late 19th century and Prohibition in the 20thcentury did away with the vineyards, and the 1886 stone winery was used for making moonshine, growing mushrooms, storing grain and hay, and milling.
After Rene di Rosa purchased the acreage, the stone winery was converted into a home, and the land turned from dairy cattle to grapes once again. In 1963. Winery Lake vineyards was established. Vines eventually covered 250 acres and, through the years, the quality fruit was sought by over 50 wineries. Seagram purchased the famed Winery Lake Vineyards in 1986.
Rene and Veronica di Rosa:
The di Rosa Preserve is the vision of two devoted patrons of the arts. Through their generosity, the vast collection of art, historic buildings, and surrounding open space, are being shared with the public.
Veronica was born in Canada and trained as an artist in California. She became known as a fine watercolorist and sculptor, as well as the author of whimsical cookbooks. She was an active booster of the Napa valley’s finest in wines, music and the fine arts.
Rene was born in Boston and was graduated from Yale University. While a reporter foe the San Francisco Chronical, and living in san Francisco, he sought a closer connection with rural values. His search brought him to Carneros where he planted the Winery Lake Vineyard. Famous fruit and a flair for promotion allowed this avocation to support his true interest: Bay Area art. The collection has grown over a span of four decades, during which Rene became an avid patron of the arts and artists of the region.
Art and Nature:
The preservation of natural habitat is central to the mission of the di Rosa Preserve: Art & Nature. The Preserve encompasses 53 acres, including a 35 acre lake, plus 162 acres of natural wild life preserve - all under Napa County Land Trust open space protection. Holdings include Milliken Peak and a stunning variety of habitats such as oak woodland, native grasses, ferns, herbs and wildflowers.
Art in many forms is displayed in harmony with nature on the Preserve: in magnificent outdoor arenas, in a 130 year old winery turned residence, in an ancient olive grove, and on the lake itself. Rich in flora and fauna, the open space is home, or a migratory stopping point for a fascinating array of wildlife, including Canada Geese, the Blue Herron, Snowy Egrets and the Preserve’s own peacocks.”
Note: The males were doing their mating dance - with fanned beautiful tail feathers- and squawking, but to no avail. The females must have been taking their siesta! It is still overcast and I felt a little moisture as we boarded.
We left the Preserve at 12:10, for the Boon Fly Café and lunch - arriving at 12:20. After a nice lunch, we re-boarded the bus and headed home at 2:00. An uneventful trip back, arriving at 2:30, after a nice day. Napa county is Lexus’ country!
RCL - 5/7/09.
Thursday, April 30, 2009
THE ZOO.
THE ZOO.
Our Wednesday (April 29th) trip is to visit the Sacramento Zoo. I probably haven’t been to a zoo for 25 years! Marie and I visited the San Francisco Zoo - shortly after I retired from California & Hawaiian Sugar Company. I had visited the Sacramento Zoo over 55 years ago, when Marie and I were living in Sacramento. I was stationed at Mather Field during the Korean War. I was piloting (we took turns as pilot or co-pilot) the Convair T-29. This plane was similar to the civilian Convair 240 airliner. The twin engine T-29 - prop plane - was modified to have four radar navigation/bombing stations in the passenger compartment. Instructors went along to teach B-47 pilots radar bombing and radar navigation techniques. The B-47 jet had only two pilots assigned. Consequently, the two needed to have all three skills.
Back on track, we left Quail Creek at 0950. On board our mini- bus were five residents, plus Tony, our driver, and Fabi, our Assistant Activities Director. Gas was posted at Shell for $2.34/gal., and at Chevron for $2.36. The spot price for crude oil is about $50/bbl.
Traffic on I-80 East is light. Even with all the fancy electronic- communicating devices today, the blue -call box - emergency- phone stations are still standing along the freeway. It is a nice day - sunny with an expected high in Fairfield of 68 degrees. There are beaucoup cars and light trucks, awaiting owners, in the Auto Malls’ lots, lining the freeway. There is no way that summer shutdowns at the Big Three auto plants will allow enough time to work off these large inventories.
We pass the large -new Kaiser Medical complex just beyond Vacaville. The Clinic is already “open“, and portions of the hospital will be “opening” this year. These new installations are one big reason for the escalating medical costs. We pass large fields of alfalfa on both sides. Both field have recently been mowed - one with the baled alfalfa still on the ground. A large group of cattle was grazing in a field adjacent to one of the harvested fields.
We are moving right along. With a posted speed limit of 65 mph, we are still passing trucks plodding along in the “slow” lane. It seems like there are far fewer trucks ambling along, during these turbulent economic times. There are orchards on both sides of the freeway now, and they look quite healthy. We pass three Highway Patrol cars stopped in the emergency lane on the right side. This is just after I saw the sign, “Patrolled by Aircraft”. Do you think……..? The City of Davis water tower stands out on the left side. It is a good land mark for autos, or low flying aircraft which have lost their way. There are many idle- rail tank cars stored on a siding near the freeway. Again, a sign of the times. A short distance to the North, an Amtrak passenger train is heading West, in the opposite direction.
We are traveling now on the Yolo Causeway above some wetlands. Shortly, we come to the highways 50-80 split. The Sacramento Airport is on 80, en -route to Reno. We take 50, the route to Lake Tahoe.. The Sacramento city limit sign is posted on mid span over the Sacramento river. We take Sutterville road at the I-5 exit and proceed to Land Park. Tony pulls up to the Zoo entrance at 10:35. Their were many school kids lining up to go in. This must be the end of the school year field trip.
Our admittance was only $4.50, which was half of the Senior rate of $8.75! Our reduced rate was based on one manual -wheel chair (pushed expertly by Fabi), a power chair and two walkers. One gal decided to walk - not a good decision. I am sure glad that I had my walker. I started out without it, and Tony reminded me that there would be a lot of walking (I don’t know why it didn’t dawn on me), and suggested that I take my walker. I am certainly glad that I did! The lady who walked un-aided, ran out of gas very soon, and was dragging the rest of the way. The walkers worked fine, but the uneven terrain was a real problem for the chairs - especially the powered one. She was afraid that her chair would either turn over or flip her out - even though she was belted in.
We took in the birds first (after a pass through the Gift Shop!) Included were about 25 flamingoes. They really put on an interesting show for us. The ones who weren’t rooting in the mud for flamingo food, were standing on one leg and honking, or butting beaks with each other and squawking. They certainly are an interesting species. This was my favorite exhibit. I was hoping that they would do their mating dance, but they weren’t so moved. They must have been waiting for privacy after the zoo closed. Then, on to the red panda. He/she was pretty aloof. Then, the giraffes, zebra, bongo, and addax. I am glad that there were so many kids there, even though it was ZOO Squared. There is nothing like the awe and enthusiasm of youth.
Almost noon, so we headed for refueling at the Kampala Café nearby. I got a child’s hot dog (don’t get those here) and a milk. After lunch, we headed for the Reptile House, and that was very interesting. Fabi got on her cell phone and called Tony that we were ready to be picked up. While waiting we visited the rest rooms and watched the flamingoes perform some more. We left for home at 1305.
We passed by Old Sacramento (downtown), where the great railroad museum is located. On to “H” Street and over the bridge across the Sacramento River, on I-80 West. Light traffic going back, but high overcast . Still, the visibility was about 20 miles, with haze. A highway sign saying Vallejo( our home town for 46 years before moving to Fairfield) - 22 miles.
Passed a truck overloaded with hay. What a valuable cargo! I wonder if it came from the freshly mowed fields I saw this morning on the way up?
Tony pulled in to Quail Creek entrance at 1355. He told us our round trip covered 89 miles. What a pleasant way to spend the day!
RCL - 4/29/09.
Our Wednesday (April 29th) trip is to visit the Sacramento Zoo. I probably haven’t been to a zoo for 25 years! Marie and I visited the San Francisco Zoo - shortly after I retired from California & Hawaiian Sugar Company. I had visited the Sacramento Zoo over 55 years ago, when Marie and I were living in Sacramento. I was stationed at Mather Field during the Korean War. I was piloting (we took turns as pilot or co-pilot) the Convair T-29. This plane was similar to the civilian Convair 240 airliner. The twin engine T-29 - prop plane - was modified to have four radar navigation/bombing stations in the passenger compartment. Instructors went along to teach B-47 pilots radar bombing and radar navigation techniques. The B-47 jet had only two pilots assigned. Consequently, the two needed to have all three skills.
Back on track, we left Quail Creek at 0950. On board our mini- bus were five residents, plus Tony, our driver, and Fabi, our Assistant Activities Director. Gas was posted at Shell for $2.34/gal., and at Chevron for $2.36. The spot price for crude oil is about $50/bbl.
Traffic on I-80 East is light. Even with all the fancy electronic- communicating devices today, the blue -call box - emergency- phone stations are still standing along the freeway. It is a nice day - sunny with an expected high in Fairfield of 68 degrees. There are beaucoup cars and light trucks, awaiting owners, in the Auto Malls’ lots, lining the freeway. There is no way that summer shutdowns at the Big Three auto plants will allow enough time to work off these large inventories.
We pass the large -new Kaiser Medical complex just beyond Vacaville. The Clinic is already “open“, and portions of the hospital will be “opening” this year. These new installations are one big reason for the escalating medical costs. We pass large fields of alfalfa on both sides. Both field have recently been mowed - one with the baled alfalfa still on the ground. A large group of cattle was grazing in a field adjacent to one of the harvested fields.
We are moving right along. With a posted speed limit of 65 mph, we are still passing trucks plodding along in the “slow” lane. It seems like there are far fewer trucks ambling along, during these turbulent economic times. There are orchards on both sides of the freeway now, and they look quite healthy. We pass three Highway Patrol cars stopped in the emergency lane on the right side. This is just after I saw the sign, “Patrolled by Aircraft”. Do you think……..? The City of Davis water tower stands out on the left side. It is a good land mark for autos, or low flying aircraft which have lost their way. There are many idle- rail tank cars stored on a siding near the freeway. Again, a sign of the times. A short distance to the North, an Amtrak passenger train is heading West, in the opposite direction.
We are traveling now on the Yolo Causeway above some wetlands. Shortly, we come to the highways 50-80 split. The Sacramento Airport is on 80, en -route to Reno. We take 50, the route to Lake Tahoe.. The Sacramento city limit sign is posted on mid span over the Sacramento river. We take Sutterville road at the I-5 exit and proceed to Land Park. Tony pulls up to the Zoo entrance at 10:35. Their were many school kids lining up to go in. This must be the end of the school year field trip.
Our admittance was only $4.50, which was half of the Senior rate of $8.75! Our reduced rate was based on one manual -wheel chair (pushed expertly by Fabi), a power chair and two walkers. One gal decided to walk - not a good decision. I am sure glad that I had my walker. I started out without it, and Tony reminded me that there would be a lot of walking (I don’t know why it didn’t dawn on me), and suggested that I take my walker. I am certainly glad that I did! The lady who walked un-aided, ran out of gas very soon, and was dragging the rest of the way. The walkers worked fine, but the uneven terrain was a real problem for the chairs - especially the powered one. She was afraid that her chair would either turn over or flip her out - even though she was belted in.
We took in the birds first (after a pass through the Gift Shop!) Included were about 25 flamingoes. They really put on an interesting show for us. The ones who weren’t rooting in the mud for flamingo food, were standing on one leg and honking, or butting beaks with each other and squawking. They certainly are an interesting species. This was my favorite exhibit. I was hoping that they would do their mating dance, but they weren’t so moved. They must have been waiting for privacy after the zoo closed. Then, on to the red panda. He/she was pretty aloof. Then, the giraffes, zebra, bongo, and addax. I am glad that there were so many kids there, even though it was ZOO Squared. There is nothing like the awe and enthusiasm of youth.
Almost noon, so we headed for refueling at the Kampala Café nearby. I got a child’s hot dog (don’t get those here) and a milk. After lunch, we headed for the Reptile House, and that was very interesting. Fabi got on her cell phone and called Tony that we were ready to be picked up. While waiting we visited the rest rooms and watched the flamingoes perform some more. We left for home at 1305.
We passed by Old Sacramento (downtown), where the great railroad museum is located. On to “H” Street and over the bridge across the Sacramento River, on I-80 West. Light traffic going back, but high overcast . Still, the visibility was about 20 miles, with haze. A highway sign saying Vallejo( our home town for 46 years before moving to Fairfield) - 22 miles.
Passed a truck overloaded with hay. What a valuable cargo! I wonder if it came from the freshly mowed fields I saw this morning on the way up?
Tony pulled in to Quail Creek entrance at 1355. He told us our round trip covered 89 miles. What a pleasant way to spend the day!
RCL - 4/29/09.
Wednesday, April 22, 2009
TOMMIE
“TOMMIE”
Tommie Klimisch died suddenly last Friday (April 17, 2009). She was a month shy of being 87. Her funeral was today at 11:00 A.M,. at the Twin Chapels Mortuary in Vallejo. When you are one of the old -old categories of aging, you can anticipate attending a lot of funerals. Dying is part of the life cycle.
I was thinking of Tommie last night and reminiscing about some of my memories of her. I decided to jot down my thoughts. I honored Tommie by reading them at her funeral today:
I have known Tommie and Percy for about 40 years. I always enjoyed her company when friends got together. She was a good listener with a warm personality. She was friendly and gracious. Tommie had many friends and no known enemies.
I enjoyed our get-togethers with the Klimisches, Pellegrini’s and Robinsons. While I enjoyed eating out with all of them, It was even more enjoyable sharing a meal with the Klimisches in their home. I got hooked on Tommie’s lemon meringue pie = the best that I have ever eaten, My Mother made good crusts, but Tommie’s were even flakier. This is a supreme compliment. I don’t know whether Tommie taught Connie and Percy how to cook, but the two of them aren’t far behind Tommie.
Tommie’s calmness was soothing and refreshing. At times, we men took bridge a little too seriously, and got into arguments. We lost sight of bridge being just a game! Tommie just sat there and listened. But, she gave us that “look” which calmed things down.
Tommie was “Information Central”. Marie would call her occasionally, just to check in, and see what was new with their mutual friends in the Bridge group.
My strongest memory of Tommie was her infectious laugh. Farewell Tommie, I will miss you. I hope that we will meet again in the Great Beyond.
I had planned to drive from Fairfield to Vallejo for Tommie’s Funeral. My daughters thought that it would be better if I avoided busy I-80 and rode with them. So, Mary drove me down to Vallejo, and Sue picked me up, and drove me back to Fairfield. They both took time off from work, and I appreciate their help and support.
RCL - 4/22/09.
Tommie Klimisch died suddenly last Friday (April 17, 2009). She was a month shy of being 87. Her funeral was today at 11:00 A.M,. at the Twin Chapels Mortuary in Vallejo. When you are one of the old -old categories of aging, you can anticipate attending a lot of funerals. Dying is part of the life cycle.
I was thinking of Tommie last night and reminiscing about some of my memories of her. I decided to jot down my thoughts. I honored Tommie by reading them at her funeral today:
I have known Tommie and Percy for about 40 years. I always enjoyed her company when friends got together. She was a good listener with a warm personality. She was friendly and gracious. Tommie had many friends and no known enemies.
I enjoyed our get-togethers with the Klimisches, Pellegrini’s and Robinsons. While I enjoyed eating out with all of them, It was even more enjoyable sharing a meal with the Klimisches in their home. I got hooked on Tommie’s lemon meringue pie = the best that I have ever eaten, My Mother made good crusts, but Tommie’s were even flakier. This is a supreme compliment. I don’t know whether Tommie taught Connie and Percy how to cook, but the two of them aren’t far behind Tommie.
Tommie’s calmness was soothing and refreshing. At times, we men took bridge a little too seriously, and got into arguments. We lost sight of bridge being just a game! Tommie just sat there and listened. But, she gave us that “look” which calmed things down.
Tommie was “Information Central”. Marie would call her occasionally, just to check in, and see what was new with their mutual friends in the Bridge group.
My strongest memory of Tommie was her infectious laugh. Farewell Tommie, I will miss you. I hope that we will meet again in the Great Beyond.
I had planned to drive from Fairfield to Vallejo for Tommie’s Funeral. My daughters thought that it would be better if I avoided busy I-80 and rode with them. So, Mary drove me down to Vallejo, and Sue picked me up, and drove me back to Fairfield. They both took time off from work, and I appreciate their help and support.
RCL - 4/22/09.
Thursday, March 19, 2009
The Valleys
SCENIC DRIVE.
Wednesday, March 11, 2009 and we are off on our weekly outing. We pull away, at 1:05 pm, with five residents aboard. Tony is our skilled driver and Emma is our hostess. Fabi, our usual hostess, is not aboard - she must be ill.
Just outside the gate, are beautiful white flowering trees. I have asked many people what kind of tree they were and no one seems to know. Finally, one lady said that they were non-bearing pear trees. I will accept that. We move past the pretty Paradise Valley golf course, and not many golfers swinging away. Every time I see a nice course, I am reminded of when I used to caddy (and play on Mondays) on the great Columbia Hills private course near Berea, Ohio. I also wonder how much longer these nice courses can remain open. Not only have the courses taken a hit from fewer players, due to the economic recession, but their maintaining them is so labor intensive and costly.
A quick stop at Long’s Drugs, so a lady could get a bag of candy to eat, (and share), enroute. Then we headed up I-80 East - with light traffic. We exit on Lagoon Valley Road and head West on Cherry Glen Road. Which runs into Pleasants Valley Road, which turns out to be a long stretch. There is water flowing in the creek now, and further on the creek gets wider. We pass Lake Solano. There are a lot of black cattle \in the fields - on both sides of the narrow road. Some are grazing; others standing there watching us go by, and others hunkered down resting. What a scene! I heard the two ladies sitting behind me discussing whether one of the group was a cow or a bull! I could have helped them decide but I didn’t want to go there. We drove by many orchards - on both sides - but no blossoms on the trees yet. The Lagoon Valley is a beautiful place, and there is still a lot of “open” space. It must be priced out of the market range.
There are a lot of horses on both sides. The scenes would make great pictures. Many very nice homes are perched on hilltops. One had a Century 21 sign “Property For Sale” sign at roadside. I am sure it isn’t one of the maligned foreclosures, that you hear, and read, about. The large properties surrounding these homes are bounded by what seems like endless white-wooden rail fences. All I can think of is what would Tom Sawyer think of this workload?
A slowly rotating windmill - spinning - off to the left. I wonder how many kids have never seen a windmill, let alone know what they do? A lady bug is crawling up the outside of my window. What a grip!
We are crossing the Edward Thurber bridge. It makes me wonder who he was, and what did he do to have the bridge named after him? Perhaps he funded it. Or maybe he was a gadfly, and a prime mover for the project. Most of us will go through life without being “recognized” for what we have accomplished. It seems like you have to be a heavy donor to the cause. Perhaps, this is the fairest way to ration such few opportunities.
This is the first time I’ve seen Lagoon Valley, even though I have lived not very far away, for 60 years. The area has kept it’s secret quite well - as exhibited by the many miles of “Open” space. I wonder how long it will be before the land is taken over by houses, gas stations and malls. While it won’t happen in my lifetime, it is certainly foreseeable. I have mixed emotions about “living in the country”. I am always wondering what they do about medical and fire emergencies. Some may consider my view as pessimistic. But, I call it realism.
We are passing Lake Solano We come upon the road sign that says “Lake Berryessa - 4 Mi. Left”. We turn left. This section of the highway is a little wider and better maintained. We are driving on Highway 128 now. It is interesting to see the Telephone Call Boxes every few miles - at roadside. I can remember when Call Boxes were installed many years ago. They were a welcome sight in case of an emergency. I can remember driving along and looking ahead for one, while trying to remember how far back the last one was, in case I needed to use one. Now, that everyone has a cell phone, that great innovation is no longer needed.
Today must be garbage pick-up day, with all the large tote bins sitting along the roadway. We are passing different shades of green in the hills - with the trees being one of the colors. We are passing huge rock formations on the hillsides. Nearby is a huge rock formation, that goes almost straight up. This would be a strenuous test for an experienced rock climber.
We are circling the southeast end of Lake Berryessa. It is a very picturesque area - heaven for the wild life - and we humans! We pass Lake Solano Park; Canyon Creek Resort and Monticello Dam. Berryessa is a man- made lake, east of the Napa Valley. The dam was built to trap water for irrigation and surrounding cities use. The lake also serves as a flood control for downstream communities. When the lake is full, it stores 1.6 million acre feet of high quality water. It is one of the largest bodies of water in California - 23 miles long, 3 miles wide, with 165 miles of shoreline. The land is owned by the Bureau of reclamation and operated by the Solano Irrigation District/Solano County Water Agency.
I can see a lot of boat berths down below - some of them are empty. We are slowing down now as we are in a curvy descent. (It still isn’t as bad as the “Road from Kahului to Hana!”) We are following along the creek, and some cattle are quenching their thirst. This is much different scenery. Tony is a good driver. Every few miles, he pulls over, on to the shoulder to let a few cars pass us. This is rugged land - much different than the flat areas we saw on our climb out. We approach a small settlement with a cluster of six mail boxes in front.
Tony announces that we won’t be back for 30 minutes, and asks if any one needs to use the rest room. A voice in the back responds with “I can wait for 30 minutes, but not 31! A big valley appears off to the left. It is covered with newly planted vineyards. There are huge fields of mustard plants, also some are growing in the vineyards. I see a large new home on the hillside off to the left.
Miss Lady Bug is still hanging on to the window for dear life. I tapped on the window urging it to vacate, but no response. We are passing an old barn falling down on to itself. It is supported by non-support. This is no fixer-upper!
We have reached the flat Suisun valley now. We pass by Manka’s Corner, and further on, a large winery under construction. We pass Rancho Solano development, on the left, and head along Waterman Boulevard and onto I-80. There is more traffic onI-80 than when we started out. Either people are playing hooky from work or they are on flex time There are a lot of trucks on the road. It’s hard to believe that the world in in the midst of an economic recession! I think that the number of trucks is an economic indicator.
We are close to home now as we exit I-80 in North Fairfield. Gas today is $2.10 at Arco and $2.18 At Shell. (I rounded). WE pass through the Paradise Valley Golf Course, and arrive back at Quail creek at 2:55 pm. Tony tells me that our trip covered 57 miles.
I hate to see the outing end. It was a beautiful day. The trip was advertised as a “Scenic Drive”. What an understatement!
RCL - 3/19/09..
Wednesday, March 11, 2009 and we are off on our weekly outing. We pull away, at 1:05 pm, with five residents aboard. Tony is our skilled driver and Emma is our hostess. Fabi, our usual hostess, is not aboard - she must be ill.
Just outside the gate, are beautiful white flowering trees. I have asked many people what kind of tree they were and no one seems to know. Finally, one lady said that they were non-bearing pear trees. I will accept that. We move past the pretty Paradise Valley golf course, and not many golfers swinging away. Every time I see a nice course, I am reminded of when I used to caddy (and play on Mondays) on the great Columbia Hills private course near Berea, Ohio. I also wonder how much longer these nice courses can remain open. Not only have the courses taken a hit from fewer players, due to the economic recession, but their maintaining them is so labor intensive and costly.
A quick stop at Long’s Drugs, so a lady could get a bag of candy to eat, (and share), enroute. Then we headed up I-80 East - with light traffic. We exit on Lagoon Valley Road and head West on Cherry Glen Road. Which runs into Pleasants Valley Road, which turns out to be a long stretch. There is water flowing in the creek now, and further on the creek gets wider. We pass Lake Solano. There are a lot of black cattle \in the fields - on both sides of the narrow road. Some are grazing; others standing there watching us go by, and others hunkered down resting. What a scene! I heard the two ladies sitting behind me discussing whether one of the group was a cow or a bull! I could have helped them decide but I didn’t want to go there. We drove by many orchards - on both sides - but no blossoms on the trees yet. The Lagoon Valley is a beautiful place, and there is still a lot of “open” space. It must be priced out of the market range.
There are a lot of horses on both sides. The scenes would make great pictures. Many very nice homes are perched on hilltops. One had a Century 21 sign “Property For Sale” sign at roadside. I am sure it isn’t one of the maligned foreclosures, that you hear, and read, about. The large properties surrounding these homes are bounded by what seems like endless white-wooden rail fences. All I can think of is what would Tom Sawyer think of this workload?
A slowly rotating windmill - spinning - off to the left. I wonder how many kids have never seen a windmill, let alone know what they do? A lady bug is crawling up the outside of my window. What a grip!
We are crossing the Edward Thurber bridge. It makes me wonder who he was, and what did he do to have the bridge named after him? Perhaps he funded it. Or maybe he was a gadfly, and a prime mover for the project. Most of us will go through life without being “recognized” for what we have accomplished. It seems like you have to be a heavy donor to the cause. Perhaps, this is the fairest way to ration such few opportunities.
This is the first time I’ve seen Lagoon Valley, even though I have lived not very far away, for 60 years. The area has kept it’s secret quite well - as exhibited by the many miles of “Open” space. I wonder how long it will be before the land is taken over by houses, gas stations and malls. While it won’t happen in my lifetime, it is certainly foreseeable. I have mixed emotions about “living in the country”. I am always wondering what they do about medical and fire emergencies. Some may consider my view as pessimistic. But, I call it realism.
We are passing Lake Solano We come upon the road sign that says “Lake Berryessa - 4 Mi. Left”. We turn left. This section of the highway is a little wider and better maintained. We are driving on Highway 128 now. It is interesting to see the Telephone Call Boxes every few miles - at roadside. I can remember when Call Boxes were installed many years ago. They were a welcome sight in case of an emergency. I can remember driving along and looking ahead for one, while trying to remember how far back the last one was, in case I needed to use one. Now, that everyone has a cell phone, that great innovation is no longer needed.
Today must be garbage pick-up day, with all the large tote bins sitting along the roadway. We are passing different shades of green in the hills - with the trees being one of the colors. We are passing huge rock formations on the hillsides. Nearby is a huge rock formation, that goes almost straight up. This would be a strenuous test for an experienced rock climber.
We are circling the southeast end of Lake Berryessa. It is a very picturesque area - heaven for the wild life - and we humans! We pass Lake Solano Park; Canyon Creek Resort and Monticello Dam. Berryessa is a man- made lake, east of the Napa Valley. The dam was built to trap water for irrigation and surrounding cities use. The lake also serves as a flood control for downstream communities. When the lake is full, it stores 1.6 million acre feet of high quality water. It is one of the largest bodies of water in California - 23 miles long, 3 miles wide, with 165 miles of shoreline. The land is owned by the Bureau of reclamation and operated by the Solano Irrigation District/Solano County Water Agency.
I can see a lot of boat berths down below - some of them are empty. We are slowing down now as we are in a curvy descent. (It still isn’t as bad as the “Road from Kahului to Hana!”) We are following along the creek, and some cattle are quenching their thirst. This is much different scenery. Tony is a good driver. Every few miles, he pulls over, on to the shoulder to let a few cars pass us. This is rugged land - much different than the flat areas we saw on our climb out. We approach a small settlement with a cluster of six mail boxes in front.
Tony announces that we won’t be back for 30 minutes, and asks if any one needs to use the rest room. A voice in the back responds with “I can wait for 30 minutes, but not 31! A big valley appears off to the left. It is covered with newly planted vineyards. There are huge fields of mustard plants, also some are growing in the vineyards. I see a large new home on the hillside off to the left.
Miss Lady Bug is still hanging on to the window for dear life. I tapped on the window urging it to vacate, but no response. We are passing an old barn falling down on to itself. It is supported by non-support. This is no fixer-upper!
We have reached the flat Suisun valley now. We pass by Manka’s Corner, and further on, a large winery under construction. We pass Rancho Solano development, on the left, and head along Waterman Boulevard and onto I-80. There is more traffic onI-80 than when we started out. Either people are playing hooky from work or they are on flex time There are a lot of trucks on the road. It’s hard to believe that the world in in the midst of an economic recession! I think that the number of trucks is an economic indicator.
We are close to home now as we exit I-80 in North Fairfield. Gas today is $2.10 at Arco and $2.18 At Shell. (I rounded). WE pass through the Paradise Valley Golf Course, and arrive back at Quail creek at 2:55 pm. Tony tells me that our trip covered 57 miles.
I hate to see the outing end. It was a beautiful day. The trip was advertised as a “Scenic Drive”. What an understatement!
RCL - 3/19/09..
Monday, March 16, 2009
THE BIG BAND
The Big Band
Sunday, March 15, 2009 - The Ides of March!
This afternoon, I had a very memorable and stimulating experience. I was in good company with Mary and Greg. We went to the Vacaville Performing Arts Theatre to see, and listen to, the Big Bands sounds of Glenn Miller and others. The concert highlighted the many talents of the “Moonlight Swing - Big Band” out of Sacramento. The band played re-created musical arrangements of the Glenn Miller commercial band of 1939-42, as well as from his Army Air Corps band during WWII. The music was enjoyed by about 500 of us in the packed theatre.
The band was composed of 17 very good musicians - four trumpets; four trombones; five saxes; a base violin; guitar; drums and piano - plus two vocalists, and the conductor.
Some of the tunes they played were:-
Kalamazoo; String of Pearls; Duke Ellington’s Take the “A” Train; Once in a While (my favorite); Chattanooga Choo Choo; Little Brown Jug; A Nightingale Sang in Berkeley Square; St. Louis Blues; and Glenn Miller’s theme song - Moonlight Serenade. The band closed with “In the Mood”.
It’s a good thing that they didn’t provide a dance floor, or most of the audience would have been out there “swinging.” As I looked over the gray and white hair of the “mature” audience, it was hard to picture them “jitter-bugging” - even 70 years ago! Yet, Greg’s Mom and Dad loved to dance - especially “jitterbugging” to “In the Mood.” I got to see the two of them dancing at Mary and Greg’s wedding, on September 30, 1978. Gregorio was 70 then, and Isabel was 65!
During the late 1930’s, the various big bands would go on tour - the larger theatres in the winter months, and the outside dance pavilions in the summer. I was living in Ypsilanti at the time. I used to see many of the bands at either Westwood (in Dearborn), or Eastwood (on the East side of Detroit.) My sister Jeanne, and I, rode the train from Detroit to Cleveland, a couple of times, to see Glenn Miller and Tommy Dorsey (as I remember, Frank Sinatra was singing with the band’s Pied Pipers. I think he was 19.)
During dinner last night, I was discussing the concert with Reva and Jean Mayers, who also attended. Reva asked me an interesting question, “ I wonder why the big bands aren’t around, and touring anymore?” I have thought about this too, and the only thing that I can think of is probably there aren’t enough good musicians. And even if there were, what music would they play? The “Oldies”, I guess. Too, their audience is rapidly fading away. Then, there is the prohibitive travel cost for such large groups. The tickets would have to be priced out of reach! Another thing is the “life style.” Who would rather live out of a suitcase than experience a family life? The time is much different today. So, To answer your question, Reva, I really don’t know!
In 1937, I bought my second car - a 1931 Model A Ford coupe for $165 - (no rumble seat). I had a radio installed in the car, as I really liked to listen to music. It seems a little goofy today, but I used to ride around Ypsilanti in the evening, when Glenn Miller’s orchestra was playing at (and broadcasting from) the Glenn Island Casino in New York. I could never get enough of his music. Today, with the high price of gas, my joy riding might seem a little frivolous. Gas back then was 18 cents a gallon, and I probably got 25 MPG - even around town - with that four cylinder engine. I was working and earning 25 cents an hour (non-union). So, I had to work about 43 minutes, to earn enough to buy a gallon of gas. Today, in California, the minimum wage is $8.00, and gas is around $2.10 a gallon. To buy a gallon of gas, I would have to work only a little over 15 minutes, at this wage rate, to buy a gallon! So, perhaps it was frivolous in comparison.
At any rate life was simple back then. I had a large collection of 78’s (bakelite disks about 8 inches in diameter) of all the big bands. I spent a lot of time listening to them. After I returned from service, the first thing that I did was to look for my record collection. I couldn’t find a single record! I learned that my sister had taken them to parties, and either the records didn’t survive - or they “walked” away! At this point, I thought that I had better check my golf clubs. No golf clubs! It figures! - my brother, Bob, had sold them! He was in the Aleutians, with the Coast guard. Not too bright a family!
What is interesting to me is how powerful the art of music is. Clinical psychologists have found that they can “reach” Alzheimer patients with music that is familiar to them. Supposedly, these patients have been mute and unresponsive, for considerable lengths of time. After they played the music, the patients responded by speaking once again! Amazing!
RCL 3/16/09.
Sunday, March 15, 2009 - The Ides of March!
This afternoon, I had a very memorable and stimulating experience. I was in good company with Mary and Greg. We went to the Vacaville Performing Arts Theatre to see, and listen to, the Big Bands sounds of Glenn Miller and others. The concert highlighted the many talents of the “Moonlight Swing - Big Band” out of Sacramento. The band played re-created musical arrangements of the Glenn Miller commercial band of 1939-42, as well as from his Army Air Corps band during WWII. The music was enjoyed by about 500 of us in the packed theatre.
The band was composed of 17 very good musicians - four trumpets; four trombones; five saxes; a base violin; guitar; drums and piano - plus two vocalists, and the conductor.
Some of the tunes they played were:-
Kalamazoo; String of Pearls; Duke Ellington’s Take the “A” Train; Once in a While (my favorite); Chattanooga Choo Choo; Little Brown Jug; A Nightingale Sang in Berkeley Square; St. Louis Blues; and Glenn Miller’s theme song - Moonlight Serenade. The band closed with “In the Mood”.
It’s a good thing that they didn’t provide a dance floor, or most of the audience would have been out there “swinging.” As I looked over the gray and white hair of the “mature” audience, it was hard to picture them “jitter-bugging” - even 70 years ago! Yet, Greg’s Mom and Dad loved to dance - especially “jitterbugging” to “In the Mood.” I got to see the two of them dancing at Mary and Greg’s wedding, on September 30, 1978. Gregorio was 70 then, and Isabel was 65!
During the late 1930’s, the various big bands would go on tour - the larger theatres in the winter months, and the outside dance pavilions in the summer. I was living in Ypsilanti at the time. I used to see many of the bands at either Westwood (in Dearborn), or Eastwood (on the East side of Detroit.) My sister Jeanne, and I, rode the train from Detroit to Cleveland, a couple of times, to see Glenn Miller and Tommy Dorsey (as I remember, Frank Sinatra was singing with the band’s Pied Pipers. I think he was 19.)
During dinner last night, I was discussing the concert with Reva and Jean Mayers, who also attended. Reva asked me an interesting question, “ I wonder why the big bands aren’t around, and touring anymore?” I have thought about this too, and the only thing that I can think of is probably there aren’t enough good musicians. And even if there were, what music would they play? The “Oldies”, I guess. Too, their audience is rapidly fading away. Then, there is the prohibitive travel cost for such large groups. The tickets would have to be priced out of reach! Another thing is the “life style.” Who would rather live out of a suitcase than experience a family life? The time is much different today. So, To answer your question, Reva, I really don’t know!
In 1937, I bought my second car - a 1931 Model A Ford coupe for $165 - (no rumble seat). I had a radio installed in the car, as I really liked to listen to music. It seems a little goofy today, but I used to ride around Ypsilanti in the evening, when Glenn Miller’s orchestra was playing at (and broadcasting from) the Glenn Island Casino in New York. I could never get enough of his music. Today, with the high price of gas, my joy riding might seem a little frivolous. Gas back then was 18 cents a gallon, and I probably got 25 MPG - even around town - with that four cylinder engine. I was working and earning 25 cents an hour (non-union). So, I had to work about 43 minutes, to earn enough to buy a gallon of gas. Today, in California, the minimum wage is $8.00, and gas is around $2.10 a gallon. To buy a gallon of gas, I would have to work only a little over 15 minutes, at this wage rate, to buy a gallon! So, perhaps it was frivolous in comparison.
At any rate life was simple back then. I had a large collection of 78’s (bakelite disks about 8 inches in diameter) of all the big bands. I spent a lot of time listening to them. After I returned from service, the first thing that I did was to look for my record collection. I couldn’t find a single record! I learned that my sister had taken them to parties, and either the records didn’t survive - or they “walked” away! At this point, I thought that I had better check my golf clubs. No golf clubs! It figures! - my brother, Bob, had sold them! He was in the Aleutians, with the Coast guard. Not too bright a family!
What is interesting to me is how powerful the art of music is. Clinical psychologists have found that they can “reach” Alzheimer patients with music that is familiar to them. Supposedly, these patients have been mute and unresponsive, for considerable lengths of time. After they played the music, the patients responded by speaking once again! Amazing!
RCL 3/16/09.
Wednesday, March 11, 2009
VALLEJO
VALLEJO.
Today is Wednesday, March 4, 2009, and we are heading for Vallejo. I am looking forward to seeing the old burg. I haven’t been back there for any extended time since we moved to Fairfield almost 11 months ago.
We leave at 10:45 A.M. from Quail Creek. There are only five residents going plus Tony our mini-bus driver and Fabi, who is replacing Kelli while she is on maternity leave. Vallejo is only about 15 miles west of Fairfield split by I-80.
We are experiencing a light rain. But, it is offset by the pretty white and pink blossoms on the trees lining the roadway. Gas, at the Shell station, is posted at $2.27 per gallon. As we approach Rolling Hills and cross over I-80 before heading westbound on the freeway, I can see light traffic down below..
Our regular bus is sidelined for repairs, and Tony is driving an older replacement. But, it is giving us a smoother ride over this bumpy section. Still a light rain falling. An interesting pattern of the “rooster tails” flying off the rear wheels of the cars heading eastbound. As we pass the truck scales in Cordelia, the sun is peeking out from behind the clouds. We usually see a lot of construction crews working on this section of the freeway, but today they are rained out. We are slicing through green hills, with grazing cattle, on both sides. A small landslide oozing out on the left side-hill. I can see a jet contrail - high in the sky - perhaps 50,000 feet.
We are on the crest of Hunter’s Hill - what a great view of Vallejo! I see the Six Flags amusement park off to the right - down below. Every time I see the park it sadly reminds me of the 18 hole golf course, where I used to play, and is now “Six Flags“. This is progress? I don’t think so.
I-80 used to be Highway 40 before WWII. At that time it framed Vallejo on the East side. Today I-80 splits the city, as the population has increased, since then, about three times, to around 116,000.
We are passing the Solano County Fairgrounds on the right. They have a par 3 nine hole course on the infield of the race track. I have played gold there many times, and have a nostalgic feeling as we pass by. I miss playing there. The Vallejo City Fathers have been discussing closing the fairgrounds for more years than I can remember. The property is too valuable to be used for only 10 days a year when the Fair comes to town. There is only one catch. Solano County deeded the property to the city of Vallejo as a fairgrounds. If Vallejo decides to do away with the fair, ownership of the fairgrounds reverts back to the County!
We decided to have lunch before we visit the museum. Knowing that I had lived in Vallejo for 46 years, Fabi asked me if I had any suggestions for a restaurant. I suggested the Wharf. It was close by - down on the waterfront - a very picturesque spot. We arrived at the restaurant at 11:15. After a nice lunch, and watching the ferry activity, we left The Wharf at 11:35, and arrived at the museum in downtown Vallejo five minutes later.
The Vallejo Naval and Historical Museum opened to the public in 1979 - 30 years ago this year. It is called “Naval and Historical” because of the City of Vallejo has had a long association with the Navy. Mare Island (across the channel from Vallejo) was established in 1850 (one year after California’s big gold rush.), “ Mare Island became the nation’s first naval base in the Western United States.” The base built over 500 ships for the Navy.
The museum building is the former City Hall which was built in 1927, and is on the National Register of Historical Places. We didn’t stay long at the museum even though there were plenty of interesting things to see. While living in Vallejo, I had been to the Museum a few times. I always saw something that I hadn’t seen before. The minimum Staff (mostly Volunteer); with minimum funding, has done a great job with the facility, and are to be commended. The exhibit rooms and restrooms were spotless. It is a shame that the Museum is almost totally privately funded. The museum has to do a lot of fund raising to stay in business. It is strange that Government entities have money to fund everything, and everyone else, in the world, but have nothing left to help the local art culture! It doesn’t speak too highly of a democracy.
We left from the Museum at 1:20P.M. Tony traveled East on Tennessee Street, and I recognized all the old landmarks - Myrna’s Donuts; my former barber shop; the old theatre; Vallejo Stationers; The beauty shop where Marie spent many hours getting her hair curled; the Twin Chapels funeral home (I have attended many services there); Liled’s Candies; and Baskin Robins.
As we leave Vallejo I am reflecting on living here for 46 years - our longest stay in any one city. The weather was tremendous - I think it was the best overall weather around here. The summers were cooled by the San Francisco Bay breezes, and the winters were milder for the same reason.
Vallejo’s average rainfall was around 20 inches - just about right. I had a five mile commute when I worked at the California and Hawaiian (C&H) Sugar Company in Crockett, and about an hour to and from San Francisco when I worked at the C&H corporate office.
When we moved to Fairfield about 11 months ago, I thought it might be traumatic. But, I didn’t have much feeling one way or another. I really haven’t missed my old stomping grounds. But, after my visit today, I feel different about Vallejo. After the spectacular view of hilly Vallejo, and the waterfront, from Hunter’s Hill, and being on the waterfront, I now feel that Vallejo is a pretty nice place, and I do miss living there.
We made brief stops at the library and at the Raley’s pharmacy, on our return to Fairfield, and were back at 2:20PM.
RCL - 3/11/09.
Today is Wednesday, March 4, 2009, and we are heading for Vallejo. I am looking forward to seeing the old burg. I haven’t been back there for any extended time since we moved to Fairfield almost 11 months ago.
We leave at 10:45 A.M. from Quail Creek. There are only five residents going plus Tony our mini-bus driver and Fabi, who is replacing Kelli while she is on maternity leave. Vallejo is only about 15 miles west of Fairfield split by I-80.
We are experiencing a light rain. But, it is offset by the pretty white and pink blossoms on the trees lining the roadway. Gas, at the Shell station, is posted at $2.27 per gallon. As we approach Rolling Hills and cross over I-80 before heading westbound on the freeway, I can see light traffic down below..
Our regular bus is sidelined for repairs, and Tony is driving an older replacement. But, it is giving us a smoother ride over this bumpy section. Still a light rain falling. An interesting pattern of the “rooster tails” flying off the rear wheels of the cars heading eastbound. As we pass the truck scales in Cordelia, the sun is peeking out from behind the clouds. We usually see a lot of construction crews working on this section of the freeway, but today they are rained out. We are slicing through green hills, with grazing cattle, on both sides. A small landslide oozing out on the left side-hill. I can see a jet contrail - high in the sky - perhaps 50,000 feet.
We are on the crest of Hunter’s Hill - what a great view of Vallejo! I see the Six Flags amusement park off to the right - down below. Every time I see the park it sadly reminds me of the 18 hole golf course, where I used to play, and is now “Six Flags“. This is progress? I don’t think so.
I-80 used to be Highway 40 before WWII. At that time it framed Vallejo on the East side. Today I-80 splits the city, as the population has increased, since then, about three times, to around 116,000.
We are passing the Solano County Fairgrounds on the right. They have a par 3 nine hole course on the infield of the race track. I have played gold there many times, and have a nostalgic feeling as we pass by. I miss playing there. The Vallejo City Fathers have been discussing closing the fairgrounds for more years than I can remember. The property is too valuable to be used for only 10 days a year when the Fair comes to town. There is only one catch. Solano County deeded the property to the city of Vallejo as a fairgrounds. If Vallejo decides to do away with the fair, ownership of the fairgrounds reverts back to the County!
We decided to have lunch before we visit the museum. Knowing that I had lived in Vallejo for 46 years, Fabi asked me if I had any suggestions for a restaurant. I suggested the Wharf. It was close by - down on the waterfront - a very picturesque spot. We arrived at the restaurant at 11:15. After a nice lunch, and watching the ferry activity, we left The Wharf at 11:35, and arrived at the museum in downtown Vallejo five minutes later.
The Vallejo Naval and Historical Museum opened to the public in 1979 - 30 years ago this year. It is called “Naval and Historical” because of the City of Vallejo has had a long association with the Navy. Mare Island (across the channel from Vallejo) was established in 1850 (one year after California’s big gold rush.), “ Mare Island became the nation’s first naval base in the Western United States.” The base built over 500 ships for the Navy.
The museum building is the former City Hall which was built in 1927, and is on the National Register of Historical Places. We didn’t stay long at the museum even though there were plenty of interesting things to see. While living in Vallejo, I had been to the Museum a few times. I always saw something that I hadn’t seen before. The minimum Staff (mostly Volunteer); with minimum funding, has done a great job with the facility, and are to be commended. The exhibit rooms and restrooms were spotless. It is a shame that the Museum is almost totally privately funded. The museum has to do a lot of fund raising to stay in business. It is strange that Government entities have money to fund everything, and everyone else, in the world, but have nothing left to help the local art culture! It doesn’t speak too highly of a democracy.
We left from the Museum at 1:20P.M. Tony traveled East on Tennessee Street, and I recognized all the old landmarks - Myrna’s Donuts; my former barber shop; the old theatre; Vallejo Stationers; The beauty shop where Marie spent many hours getting her hair curled; the Twin Chapels funeral home (I have attended many services there); Liled’s Candies; and Baskin Robins.
As we leave Vallejo I am reflecting on living here for 46 years - our longest stay in any one city. The weather was tremendous - I think it was the best overall weather around here. The summers were cooled by the San Francisco Bay breezes, and the winters were milder for the same reason.
Vallejo’s average rainfall was around 20 inches - just about right. I had a five mile commute when I worked at the California and Hawaiian (C&H) Sugar Company in Crockett, and about an hour to and from San Francisco when I worked at the C&H corporate office.
When we moved to Fairfield about 11 months ago, I thought it might be traumatic. But, I didn’t have much feeling one way or another. I really haven’t missed my old stomping grounds. But, after my visit today, I feel different about Vallejo. After the spectacular view of hilly Vallejo, and the waterfront, from Hunter’s Hill, and being on the waterfront, I now feel that Vallejo is a pretty nice place, and I do miss living there.
We made brief stops at the library and at the Raley’s pharmacy, on our return to Fairfield, and were back at 2:20PM.
RCL - 3/11/09.
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