GRADUATION
Saturday, June 6, 2009, I went to Marie’s and my last grandchild’s graduation. Kaitlyn Chilson graduated from Fairfield (CA) High School. She was one of 344 graduates! Reading each of these names over the P.A. system took about an hour! The program was well planned and went off without a hitch - until the post graduation activity. A school official announced that the grads should meet their families in the parking lot, rather on the football field. Apparently they didn’t want to damage the artificial turf. (?) The Home and Visitor bleachers ran between the 20 yard lines. They must have held nearly 3,000 people! Most of these people and many cars didn’t mix too well in the parking lot. It presented a dangerous and hazardous condition.
When I watched the many excited and happy seniors receive the “acknowledgement” of their graduation (they would exchange them for their diplomas later), my mind wandered. I agree that they should show such emotion. It is only natural to be relieved, and happy, after all of their difficult effort. I am sure that most of them were glad to be finished with high school. But, I couldn’t help but wonder what the future would hold for them. It will be difficult! They will be climbing up hill! They will be entering the real world - whether it will be further schooling, job hunting or just “chilling”. They are naive. Many will wish that they were back in high school ,where life was easy. The economic recession is a lousy time for them to be looking for work. The bad news is that many will not be able to find a job (short of Fast Food places). The good news is that some of these recent high school graduates will decide to continue their education until the economy perks up, while others will complete their college, or trade, education.
The current recession has hit this graduating group the hardest. The current rate of unemployment for workers older than 25, who haven’t gone beyond high school, is 10% - double that of a year ago! The unemployment rate for workers who didn’t complete high school is about 16% - also double that of a year ago! However, there are more job opportunities for women than there are for men, usually in the health and education fields.
Then, how about all those “Drop Outs”? This cohort is a national disgrace and a problem. They wonder why they can’t get a job - or at least a good one. They don’t seem to have a clue about the relationship of education and a good job! I tried to put a number on “Dropouts”, by asking a few graduates how many students transferred, or dropped out, since the beginning of their freshman year? They had no idea. Back when I graduated 73 years ago, I knew, or I could have figured it out - it wasn’t many. But, in all fairness - we only had 83 in our Class of ’36, and our graduation took place in the auditorium at Berea (OH) High School - not 344 seniors in a football stadium. In some inner -city high schools, today, this drop-out rate reaches as high as 50%.
And so, all of you newly graduated seniors “Good Luck and God Speed”.
After Graduation, Sue and Tom had about 40 people over for a barbecue lunch. It was very nice, and I enjoyed the hors d’oeuvres and the great lunch. It was also nice seeing people that I hadn’t seen for quite a while. Mary and Greg picked up Marie, at Laurel Creek, and brought her to the party. Of course, I enjoyed seeing her, even though I visit her twice a day. She enjoyed seeing everyone, and I am sure that they enjoyed seeing her. She added a lot to Kaitlyn’s graduation.
RCL - 6/7/09.
Monday, June 8, 2009
Sunday, June 7, 2009
BOCCE BALL
BOCCE BALL.
A resident mentioned that she was playing bocce ball across the street. I told her that I had never seen a game, even though it is popular in the area. She offered to escort me over to the court, and I could watch them play. A couple of days later, we checked it out. I hadn’t been home long, before the phone rang. It was Pete, the head of the local Bocce Ball League calling to tell me that I had been assigned to Team #12, and I would be hearing from the team captain shortly.
Another phone call, and it was Ernie Heuer, my team captain. He suggested that we get together to meet each other. I agreed to meet him in the Community Center the next morning. I told him that I had never played, but this didn’t seem to phase him. He suggested that I practice. So he checked out the small cart of 16 balls - 8 red & 8 green - along with two measuring tapes, and the little white pallino ball. He let me pull the cart! I figured that it was part of the initiation rite. After walking quite a distance, I asked Ernie why they didn’t store the equipment near the court. He said that they used to, but someone walked off with the storage cabinet. I pursued his answer by asking him - “In a gated -community of elderly retirees, who would do this?” Ernie said that he didn’t know. While the replacement cost was probably about $100, it is the mystery of the theft that intrigues.
Ernie suggested that I toss the eight balls at the white pallino to get the feel. The idea is to throw the boccia, underhand, to come as close to the pallino as possible, without touching it. My first throw hit the little white ball! I thought to myself, that the game was pretty simple. Ernie probably thought that I was a ringer. But throwing the other balls proved me wrong. The official rules state that a player can throw, lob or roll the boccio. Apparently, our league has settled on rolling the ball - except for a few who have trouble genuflecting, and they bounce the ball. The ball weighs two or three pounds. The game looks much easier than it is - especially if you use all the strategies involved.
My first game was Friday, May 29. I called Ernie to excuse myself because Marie and I had two nieces and a nephew visiting us from Michigan. He wasn’t upset, and excused me. He probably figured that I had thought better of the idea.
So, my first game was last Friday, June 5. We played Team #9 - two men and two women. We beat them 12-8. It was Team 12’s first win of the season! A game consists of how many frames it takes to reach a count of 12. A point is awarded for each ball - of each team - closer than the opponents to the pallino. I would like to think that the win resulted from my contribution, but Ernie was the biggest scorer. Our prize was that we didn’t have to drag the oyster shell court after the game. But, I did volunteer to haul the cart back to the Community Center.
Bocce ball is a new experience in my life, spanning nine decades. I enjoyed the competition, the exercise and meeting new old-oldsters. I look forward to my next game on Tuesday
RCL - 6/7/09.
A resident mentioned that she was playing bocce ball across the street. I told her that I had never seen a game, even though it is popular in the area. She offered to escort me over to the court, and I could watch them play. A couple of days later, we checked it out. I hadn’t been home long, before the phone rang. It was Pete, the head of the local Bocce Ball League calling to tell me that I had been assigned to Team #12, and I would be hearing from the team captain shortly.
Another phone call, and it was Ernie Heuer, my team captain. He suggested that we get together to meet each other. I agreed to meet him in the Community Center the next morning. I told him that I had never played, but this didn’t seem to phase him. He suggested that I practice. So he checked out the small cart of 16 balls - 8 red & 8 green - along with two measuring tapes, and the little white pallino ball. He let me pull the cart! I figured that it was part of the initiation rite. After walking quite a distance, I asked Ernie why they didn’t store the equipment near the court. He said that they used to, but someone walked off with the storage cabinet. I pursued his answer by asking him - “In a gated -community of elderly retirees, who would do this?” Ernie said that he didn’t know. While the replacement cost was probably about $100, it is the mystery of the theft that intrigues.
Ernie suggested that I toss the eight balls at the white pallino to get the feel. The idea is to throw the boccia, underhand, to come as close to the pallino as possible, without touching it. My first throw hit the little white ball! I thought to myself, that the game was pretty simple. Ernie probably thought that I was a ringer. But throwing the other balls proved me wrong. The official rules state that a player can throw, lob or roll the boccio. Apparently, our league has settled on rolling the ball - except for a few who have trouble genuflecting, and they bounce the ball. The ball weighs two or three pounds. The game looks much easier than it is - especially if you use all the strategies involved.
My first game was Friday, May 29. I called Ernie to excuse myself because Marie and I had two nieces and a nephew visiting us from Michigan. He wasn’t upset, and excused me. He probably figured that I had thought better of the idea.
So, my first game was last Friday, June 5. We played Team #9 - two men and two women. We beat them 12-8. It was Team 12’s first win of the season! A game consists of how many frames it takes to reach a count of 12. A point is awarded for each ball - of each team - closer than the opponents to the pallino. I would like to think that the win resulted from my contribution, but Ernie was the biggest scorer. Our prize was that we didn’t have to drag the oyster shell court after the game. But, I did volunteer to haul the cart back to the Community Center.
Bocce ball is a new experience in my life, spanning nine decades. I enjoyed the competition, the exercise and meeting new old-oldsters. I look forward to my next game on Tuesday
RCL - 6/7/09.
Thursday, June 4, 2009
SUMMER
SUMMER
One of the activities provided by Quail Creek - an Assisted Living facility in Fairfield (CA), is a monthly appearance of Steve Barkhurst. He plays a Yamaha keyboard, and sings, songs of the 40’s, 50’s and 60’s. He is very good at it. Occasionally, on familiar songs, he will ask the residents to join him in song.
Music is quite soothing, and therapeutic for older people. We are all familiar with the songs, and the music. They brings up happy memories of when we listened to the same tunes 50 years ago.
At each session, Steve plays music that relates to the current month, or season. Today, he featured summer songs, one of which was Frank Sinatra’s popular recording of “The Summer Wind”. The song was written in 1965, with music by Henry Mayer, and lyrics by Johnny Mercer. A million copies of the single recording were sold. Next month (July), Steve will feature patriotic songs. As a tribute for Fathers’ Day, on Sunday,
June 21st, Steve sang “Oh My Pa-Pa”. This was the theme song of Eddie Fisher. Steve said that Eddie is 96, and living in a retirement home in the L.A. area. Steve also said that “Eddie was married five times, and he is probably cruising the halls with his walker, looking for
number six!”
In addition to his playing and singing, Steve recaps some of the dedicated “Special” days during the month. You wouldn’t believe some of the weird and trivial subjects, such as:
June 6 - National Yo Yo Day.
June 8 - National Jelly-Filled Doughnut Day
June 25 - National Catfish Day.
Steve also reads from a list of celebrities celebrating birthdays during the month. Then, he asks who among us are celebrating a birthday during the month. This is kind of funky, but all of the celebrants appreciate our singing “Happy Birthday” to them.
RCL - 6/4/09.
One of the activities provided by Quail Creek - an Assisted Living facility in Fairfield (CA), is a monthly appearance of Steve Barkhurst. He plays a Yamaha keyboard, and sings, songs of the 40’s, 50’s and 60’s. He is very good at it. Occasionally, on familiar songs, he will ask the residents to join him in song.
Music is quite soothing, and therapeutic for older people. We are all familiar with the songs, and the music. They brings up happy memories of when we listened to the same tunes 50 years ago.
At each session, Steve plays music that relates to the current month, or season. Today, he featured summer songs, one of which was Frank Sinatra’s popular recording of “The Summer Wind”. The song was written in 1965, with music by Henry Mayer, and lyrics by Johnny Mercer. A million copies of the single recording were sold. Next month (July), Steve will feature patriotic songs. As a tribute for Fathers’ Day, on Sunday,
June 21st, Steve sang “Oh My Pa-Pa”. This was the theme song of Eddie Fisher. Steve said that Eddie is 96, and living in a retirement home in the L.A. area. Steve also said that “Eddie was married five times, and he is probably cruising the halls with his walker, looking for
number six!”
In addition to his playing and singing, Steve recaps some of the dedicated “Special” days during the month. You wouldn’t believe some of the weird and trivial subjects, such as:
June 6 - National Yo Yo Day.
June 8 - National Jelly-Filled Doughnut Day
June 25 - National Catfish Day.
Steve also reads from a list of celebrities celebrating birthdays during the month. Then, he asks who among us are celebrating a birthday during the month. This is kind of funky, but all of the celebrants appreciate our singing “Happy Birthday” to them.
RCL - 6/4/09.
Wednesday, June 3, 2009
WORLD WAR II
When, we moved from Vallejo to Fairfield, a little over a year ago, Mary, Joan and Sue cleaned out our home and garage, and made managerial decisions on which of our “toys, souvenirs and keepsakes to “save”. They filled a public storage with beaucoup plastic bins. This was to be a short term solution - to avoid a tedious and time consuming chore of perusing and decision making - “keep - Goodwill - or “deep six”.
How time flies! I haven’t been to the storage facility, to interrupt my procrastination, until yesterday. Joan took me out to the storage place to start my “search and destroy” mission. Joan did all the heavy lifting, but I started to enjoy renewing memories of days and activities past - during the sorting process. This can really slow down the mission. It was warm (a bottle of water day), and the heat from the metal shed didn’t help. We did make a dent in the pile - not through making many disposal decisions, but what I wanted to keep. I brought some of that stuff back with me. We were probably there an hour and a half, before I ran out of gas.
One of the things I brought back, was a five book- set published by the Postal Service:
1941: A WORLD AT WAR
1942: INTO THE BATTLE
1943: TURNING THE TIDE
1944: ROAD TO VICTORY
1945: VICTORY AT LAST
I don’t remember looking through these books before, but when I started reading them tonight I found some notes that I made after reading the 1943 volume, which brought back recall! My first note was about the infamous air raid on the Ploesti (Romania) oil fields, as follows:
I lost many classmates from my Bombardier School in Victorville (CA)- (Class of 42-15) on this raid. I remember talking to a survivor, who said of the 200 B-24’s that set out to bomb the oil refinery on
August 1,1943 from North Africa - a very long mission, up and back, over the Mediterranean. We lost 50 planes, and 500 crewmen. That was an unacceptable 25 %! Loss ratio.
The refinery was in a hollow. On the rim above, the Germans had positioned 88mm guns. This was a very effective weapon. They used the guns as anti-tank weapons as well as anti-aircraft guns. They could be mounted on barges, or on land, as anti aircraft guns. When so used, the guns were not only radar controlled as to your course and speed, but the guns set the fuses to trigger an explosion at your altitude, if they didn’t strike a plane first.
During the Ploesti raid, the 88’s were firing “down hill“, as the B-24’s were flying below the gun batteries - about 50 feet off the deck. Many of the losses were due to the poor bomb run execution, rather than enemy fire. Some of the B-24’s flew the wrong routes in the target area. Their bombs had fuse delays so that the bomber had time to clear the area, before the bomb exploded. Then, when another wave of B-24’s flew over that same area (their correct course and target) on their bombing runs, they were blown up by the explosions of the previously erratically dropped bombs!
Other notes to follow.
RCL - 6-3-09.
When, we moved from Vallejo to Fairfield, a little over a year ago, Mary, Joan and Sue cleaned out our home and garage, and made managerial decisions on which of our “toys, souvenirs and keepsakes to “save”. They filled a public storage with beaucoup plastic bins. This was to be a short term solution - to avoid a tedious and time consuming chore of perusing and decision making - “keep - Goodwill - or “deep six”.
How time flies! I haven’t been to the storage facility, to interrupt my procrastination, until yesterday. Joan took me out to the storage place to start my “search and destroy” mission. Joan did all the heavy lifting, but I started to enjoy renewing memories of days and activities past - during the sorting process. This can really slow down the mission. It was warm (a bottle of water day), and the heat from the metal shed didn’t help. We did make a dent in the pile - not through making many disposal decisions, but what I wanted to keep. I brought some of that stuff back with me. We were probably there an hour and a half, before I ran out of gas.
One of the things I brought back, was a five book- set published by the Postal Service:
1941: A WORLD AT WAR
1942: INTO THE BATTLE
1943: TURNING THE TIDE
1944: ROAD TO VICTORY
1945: VICTORY AT LAST
I don’t remember looking through these books before, but when I started reading them tonight I found some notes that I made after reading the 1943 volume, which brought back recall! My first note was about the infamous air raid on the Ploesti (Romania) oil fields, as follows:
I lost many classmates from my Bombardier School in Victorville (CA)- (Class of 42-15) on this raid. I remember talking to a survivor, who said of the 200 B-24’s that set out to bomb the oil refinery on
August 1,1943 from North Africa - a very long mission, up and back, over the Mediterranean. We lost 50 planes, and 500 crewmen. That was an unacceptable 25 %! Loss ratio.
The refinery was in a hollow. On the rim above, the Germans had positioned 88mm guns. This was a very effective weapon. They used the guns as anti-tank weapons as well as anti-aircraft guns. They could be mounted on barges, or on land, as anti aircraft guns. When so used, the guns were not only radar controlled as to your course and speed, but the guns set the fuses to trigger an explosion at your altitude, if they didn’t strike a plane first.
During the Ploesti raid, the 88’s were firing “down hill“, as the B-24’s were flying below the gun batteries - about 50 feet off the deck. Many of the losses were due to the poor bomb run execution, rather than enemy fire. Some of the B-24’s flew the wrong routes in the target area. Their bombs had fuse delays so that the bomber had time to clear the area, before the bomb exploded. Then, when another wave of B-24’s flew over that same area (their correct course and target) on their bombing runs, they were blown up by the explosions of the previously erratically dropped bombs!
Other notes to follow.
RCL - 6-3-09.
Monday, June 1, 2009
FAMILY
FAMILY
I just experienced a great emotional lift. At this stage of my life, I never expected such a rewarding experience. My nieces,
Laurie L’Amoreaux and Becky Davenport, and nephew Pete L’Amoreaux, came out from Michigan, to visit Marie and I. They are three of my late Brother Bob’s, and wife Jackie’s, nine children! What a great expression of love, for them to spend their time, and hard earned money, just to see us. I am sure that the lure of San Francisco played a part in their decision to fly out from Detroit.
Mary, Joan, Sue and I really enjoyed seeing them. I hadn’t seen them since 1992, at my Mother’s (their grandmother) funeral in Ypsilanti. It had been much longer since my daughters had seen them. We had many laughs, and a few sad moments, while sharing our memories and experiences.
The “First Cousins” arrived in San Francisco, from Detroit, on Wednesday, May 27, 2009. We all remembered that it was a memorable date. My Mother - their grandmother - died on this date in 1992. She was 99, and would have reached the magic number of 100 birthdays on September 6.
Some people take relatives for granted and couldn’t care less about them. But, family ties are very important - especially so today - during this
uncertain time. They matter not only genealogy wise, but they have a lot in common. They have a trust, and a duty, to pass tradition and family lore on to the next generation.
My Dad, Raymond Marks, was one of nine children! His family remained very “close” during their lifetimes - even though they were spread out geographically. They held family reunions in the summer every so often, rotating the locations. They established a Family Circular, which rotated through the members. It was a packet of letters, photos and clippings. When you received the packet, you would remove your previous insertions and replace them with a new letter and any photos. Then, you would forward the circular on to he next recipient in the chain. As family members died the next generation would fill the void. Sometime during the forties, the circular stalled out and stopped. It was a big family argument as to who was responsible for the demise of the packet. No one would admit to being the last recipient and the culprit. There were no computers back in the 1930’s and 40’s. Long distance phone calls were very expensive back then. When you received a long distance call it usually meant a death in the family.
We got to see a lot of each other while they were here. On Thursday, Joan and Manny drove us over to Rutherford, and we browsed around the shops at Vintage 1870. Then, on the very picturesque route over to Sonoma - a beautiful place. This is one of my favorite spots. Manny drove around the very posh area on the south side of the city. Very nice homes. The cousins treated us to a very nice lunch at the Cheese Factory. Afterwards we walked around the square, visiting the museum and old fort and barracks, and a unique gallery with great photos for sale.
Then, we were off to the Jelly Belly jelly bean factory back near Fairfield. We took their guided tour. A group of about 50, spent 45 minutes watching video displays, and touring the factory. I never thought much about the making of a jelly bean, but I learned that there are many interesting stages. We had a good view of the numerous operations , from an elevated platform surrounding the factory. I was very surprised by the many automated operations. To get a feeling of our tour, go to www.roadtripamerica.com/places/jelly.htm
On Friday, Mary drove us over to Marin County - via Highway 37 to 101. She drove us to a bluff above, and to the west of the North tower of the Golden Gate bridge. Normally, one would have a spectacular view of the bridge, the Pacific Ocean, San Francisco, Alcatraz, and the Bay. But, we were fairly early in the morning and the fog hadn’t burned off. It was very windy and cold, but this was part of the atmosphere. Visibility was poor.
Then, she drove down to the city of Sausalito below. We ended up at the Spinnaker restaurant. What a setting! The restaurant is situated over the water, with a spectacular panoramic view of the San Francisco Bay and skyline. They treated us to a very nice lunch, and then we were off on our return trip. We wanted to beat the commuters and the Friday “get-away” drivers. Mary drove back over the Richmond - San Rafael Bridge. Before the bridge, we got a good view of the San Quentin prison.
Friday night, the family, and they, met here at Quail Creek for dinner. The girls went over to the Laurel Creek health Center and picked up Marie. The ten of us enjoyed our private dining room.
They went in to san Francisco Saturday morning to check out the City, Ghirardelli Square, Fisherman’s Wharf and Pier 39. They flew back to Detroit this morning (Monday). I enjoyed their company, and I will miss them.
RCL - 6/1/09.
I just experienced a great emotional lift. At this stage of my life, I never expected such a rewarding experience. My nieces,
Laurie L’Amoreaux and Becky Davenport, and nephew Pete L’Amoreaux, came out from Michigan, to visit Marie and I. They are three of my late Brother Bob’s, and wife Jackie’s, nine children! What a great expression of love, for them to spend their time, and hard earned money, just to see us. I am sure that the lure of San Francisco played a part in their decision to fly out from Detroit.
Mary, Joan, Sue and I really enjoyed seeing them. I hadn’t seen them since 1992, at my Mother’s (their grandmother) funeral in Ypsilanti. It had been much longer since my daughters had seen them. We had many laughs, and a few sad moments, while sharing our memories and experiences.
The “First Cousins” arrived in San Francisco, from Detroit, on Wednesday, May 27, 2009. We all remembered that it was a memorable date. My Mother - their grandmother - died on this date in 1992. She was 99, and would have reached the magic number of 100 birthdays on September 6.
Some people take relatives for granted and couldn’t care less about them. But, family ties are very important - especially so today - during this
uncertain time. They matter not only genealogy wise, but they have a lot in common. They have a trust, and a duty, to pass tradition and family lore on to the next generation.
My Dad, Raymond Marks, was one of nine children! His family remained very “close” during their lifetimes - even though they were spread out geographically. They held family reunions in the summer every so often, rotating the locations. They established a Family Circular, which rotated through the members. It was a packet of letters, photos and clippings. When you received the packet, you would remove your previous insertions and replace them with a new letter and any photos. Then, you would forward the circular on to he next recipient in the chain. As family members died the next generation would fill the void. Sometime during the forties, the circular stalled out and stopped. It was a big family argument as to who was responsible for the demise of the packet. No one would admit to being the last recipient and the culprit. There were no computers back in the 1930’s and 40’s. Long distance phone calls were very expensive back then. When you received a long distance call it usually meant a death in the family.
We got to see a lot of each other while they were here. On Thursday, Joan and Manny drove us over to Rutherford, and we browsed around the shops at Vintage 1870. Then, on the very picturesque route over to Sonoma - a beautiful place. This is one of my favorite spots. Manny drove around the very posh area on the south side of the city. Very nice homes. The cousins treated us to a very nice lunch at the Cheese Factory. Afterwards we walked around the square, visiting the museum and old fort and barracks, and a unique gallery with great photos for sale.
Then, we were off to the Jelly Belly jelly bean factory back near Fairfield. We took their guided tour. A group of about 50, spent 45 minutes watching video displays, and touring the factory. I never thought much about the making of a jelly bean, but I learned that there are many interesting stages. We had a good view of the numerous operations , from an elevated platform surrounding the factory. I was very surprised by the many automated operations. To get a feeling of our tour, go to www.roadtripamerica.com/places/jelly.htm
On Friday, Mary drove us over to Marin County - via Highway 37 to 101. She drove us to a bluff above, and to the west of the North tower of the Golden Gate bridge. Normally, one would have a spectacular view of the bridge, the Pacific Ocean, San Francisco, Alcatraz, and the Bay. But, we were fairly early in the morning and the fog hadn’t burned off. It was very windy and cold, but this was part of the atmosphere. Visibility was poor.
Then, she drove down to the city of Sausalito below. We ended up at the Spinnaker restaurant. What a setting! The restaurant is situated over the water, with a spectacular panoramic view of the San Francisco Bay and skyline. They treated us to a very nice lunch, and then we were off on our return trip. We wanted to beat the commuters and the Friday “get-away” drivers. Mary drove back over the Richmond - San Rafael Bridge. Before the bridge, we got a good view of the San Quentin prison.
Friday night, the family, and they, met here at Quail Creek for dinner. The girls went over to the Laurel Creek health Center and picked up Marie. The ten of us enjoyed our private dining room.
They went in to san Francisco Saturday morning to check out the City, Ghirardelli Square, Fisherman’s Wharf and Pier 39. They flew back to Detroit this morning (Monday). I enjoyed their company, and I will miss them.
RCL - 6/1/09.
Saturday, May 23, 2009
Antioch
ANTIOCH.
Today is Wednesday, May 20, 2009. Our Outing today is lunch at Humphrey’s restaurant in Antioch. The city of Antioch is about 200 years old, and was named after Antioch of Syria. This nice restaurant is almost 20 years old, and named after the famous “Humphrey the Whale“. The restaurant was dedicated on November 15, 1990.
This will be an interesting trip for me, because we lived in Antioch 50 years ago! Our first home, after I graduated from Cal-Berkeley in 1949, was an apartment at 700 H street. Our next abode in the city was after I returned to Antioch in 1953, after serving in the Air Force during the Korean War. We rented a small house at 1601 C street. In 1955, we had our first real home built. We bought the lot at 16 West 16th Street (a cul-de-sac) for this 1000 square foot house.
Our mini-bus left Quail Creek at 10:08. Besides Tony and Fabi, there are six residents on board. The bus seats 12. I don’t understand why more residents aren’t interested in these great “Outings”.
The weather is sunny and clear, but with hazy visibility. A temperature inversion aloft must be involved. My gas report: Shell @ $2.42, Chevron is at $2.51 and Arco at $2.50 June Futures are around $60/bbl. Gasoline prices have slowly crept up. They have increased around 30 cents a gallon during the past month. While a penny a day- average doesn’t seem like much, but try multiplying it by 365! Cal Tran is still heavily involved with the new Texas Street off ramps, and the new diamond lanes between the east and west- bound freeways.
We head out Highway 80 West. Traffic is light. We pass a few trucks with containers, probably heading to the Port of Oakland. A container ship must be standing by to be loaded. Now, we pass a car hauler. They used to contain new cars. But, with the depressed economy, the driver is probably headed to pick up new cars at a Chrysler dealership!
We exit I-80 onto 680 South. We have gone from four lanes to two - less traffic, but compressed. I can see majestic Mt. Diablo in the hazy distance. We are passing the governments “Mothball Fleet” anchored in Suisun Bay, off to our left. This collection of idle ships was started after WWII. The government’s theory 65 years ago was that it would be cheaper to preserve the ships than to build new ones to fight in future wars even taking into consideration of the high cost of removing the Cosmo line. Plus, they could be mobilized faster than building new ones. The trouble is - that never happened - except for a few pulled out during the Korean and Viet Nam wars.
We pass the Benicia Industrial Park. I wonder who is using all that warehouse capacity. We are running parallel to the mainline railroad tracks. A large -yellow tank farm sits off to the right. We are approaching the southbound Benicia-Martinez bridge. What a fantastic view! To the right, I can look down the Carquinez Straight and see the parallel two Vallejo-Crockett bridges on I-80. To the left, I can see many miles up to the Delta area, where the American and Sacramento rivers merge. This bridge is one-way traffic heading South on 680. To our left is the railway bridge and east of it is the new one -way-northbound 680 bridge.
We exit 680 on to Highway 4 heading eastbound on Highway 4. We pass Buchanan Field off to our right. It reminds me of nearby Concord Estates. We bought our first home in this new subdivision. We moved in from Antioch in 1951. Six weeks later, I was recalled to active duty by the Air Force. This was during the Korean War. There is a large Mobile Home Park, nearby today. This is a very busy highway - carrying mostly commuters.
BART (Bay Area Rapid Transit) runs on tracks between the east and westbound freeway - to my left. This is the end of the line. We are approaching the large PG&E Power plant in West Pittsburg - off to the left. Initially, it was installed to furnish power to Columbia Steel - a subsidiary of U.S. Steel, and Dow Chemical. The steel plant has been shut down, and I presume that Dow is still operating. We pass a car hauler unloading cars at a dealer. This is a strange sight in this depressed economy! We are going through an underpass. When we lived in Antioch, the underpass flooded every time we had a good rain. You can guess the traffic problem it caused - even back then. The U.S. Steel buildings are still standing along the delta off to the left. I am surprised that they haven’t been torn down to be replaced by a mall.
I worked a Columbia Steel - first as a production Planner, and then as an Industrial Engineer. I started working there in 1949 - shortly after graduating form Cal Berkeley. I left U.S. Steel in 1958 to work in Hawaii - as an Industrial Engineer at Olokele Sugar Company, a subsidiary of C. Brewer & Company, at Kaumakani, Kauai.
We are in Antioch now, at the intersection of Tenth Street and Auto Center Drive. We have just passed an old canning factory. It appears to be closed. At West Fourth and L Streets, we turn left to the Marina area, after crossing the railroad tracks. We arrive at Humphrey’s at 11:05.
A lone whale apparently got lost about 25 years ago during it’s Mexico to Alaska migration. It entered San Francisco Bay and migrated through the Carquinez Strait, up the Sacramento River and under the Rio Vista bridge. The whale ended up in a dead-end slough, about 40 miles from the ocean. The whale had passed from salt water to fresh water. The whale hung around for about three weeks Most people in the Bay Area followed the whales daily progress. As I remember there was a contest to name the “lost” whale, and “Humphrey was the winning name.
I don’t know what it cost to coax Humphrey back to it’s normal habitat, but it must have been beaucoup bucks! Many agencies were involved in coaxing the whale back to the Pacific ocean. Their trial and error techniques were very interesting - a flotilla of boats made unpleasant noises behind the whale, trying to coax him downriver. When that didn’t work, they played recordings of feeding sounds and other whale vocalizations. He finally swam under the Golden Gate bridge and was home free!
Humphrey was spotted again in 1990, about five years later. This time he hung around in the water north of Sierra Point in Brisbane. He became beached on a mud flat between Sierra Point and Candlestick Park. Again, he was lifted out of the mud courtesy of the Marine Mammal Center and a U.S. Coast Guard boat. His last sighting was in 1991 in the vicinity of the Farallon Islands.
Humphrey was a Humpback whale. These giant mammals can weigh up to 40 tons, and reach 40 to 50 feet in length. Individual Humpback whales can be positively identified by the unique pattern on their pectoral fins.
Antioch ,of course, has changed a lot since I lived here. While I still see some familiar landmarks, most are new to me. Antioch had a population of about 13,000 back in 1958. Currently, over 100,000 people live here. It is primarily a “bedroom” community.
After a delicious crab and shrimp Louie, we left the restaurant at 1:30. We went out L Street, past the Contra Costa Fairgrounds, and back on to Highway 4, Eastbound. Tony exits at Highway 160. We pass another large power station near the southern anchorage of the beautiful Antioch bridge. It feeds a high tension power lines running to the north. The bridge was built in 1978 at a cost of 34 million dollars. It rises 135 feet above the San Joachin river and can be for miles around. The bridge links Contra Costa County with Sacramento County. We are driving along the river. No wonder it is nick named “The river road”. This is the route that Humphrey followed 25 years ago.
We pass a goat farm and many cattle grazing. We pass Brannan Island, which brought back many happy memories of our family’s-group camping. We are passing a large grove of eucalyptus trees, and then many fruit orchards.
We turn left onto Highway 12 and pass over the river on the Helen Madera draw bridge. Fortunately, the bridge isn’t open for ships or boats, to pass by, or their would be a delay. We are passing through the small picturesque town of Rio Vista. Gas is higher here - $2.58 at Shell and $2.46 at Arco. We pass the Trilogy residential housing complex on the right.
We are passing a huge wind farm on our left. It must cover 50 square miles! You don’t realize how large these electricity generators are until you get close to them. The support column has to be large enough - not only to support the tremendous weight of the three-bladed huge propellers, but also to provide a passage way inside, for a man to service the unit. Some mills are turning and some are not. I don’t know if the farm is programmed that way or if it is an anomaly. Even more interesting, the blades of a small windmill are turning in an opposite direction than the huge one. This condition reminds me of the winds at the Oakland Coliseum, during the A’s games - the left and right field -foul line flags, often were blowing in opposite directions! Speaking of windmills, a little farther on were two old fashioned windmills which were used to pump water for the cattle.
They used to call this stretch of Highway 12, “Death Alley”, there were so many fatal crashes from nutty -speeding drivers, passing cars in “blind” spots on the narrow highway. To make a divided four lane freeway was too expensive. So Cal Trans has placed poles, or concrete barriers, along the center line. This has helped a lot. I haven’t read of a fatality since!
The huge Travis Air Force Base is a few miles to the right of us. It is home to the huge C-5 Galaxy aircraft.
We are passing the Lawler subdivision on our left. Tony turns right on to Walter Road, and back to Quail Creek. There is a lot of local traffic. Back to Quail Creek after a nice afternoon at 2:45 - in time for a nap before dinner!
Tony tells me that our round trip covered 95 miles. It was an especially interesting ride, because he took the great circle- route, to and from, rather than retrace our outbound drive.
Ray L’Amoreaux
May 23, 2009.
Today is Wednesday, May 20, 2009. Our Outing today is lunch at Humphrey’s restaurant in Antioch. The city of Antioch is about 200 years old, and was named after Antioch of Syria. This nice restaurant is almost 20 years old, and named after the famous “Humphrey the Whale“. The restaurant was dedicated on November 15, 1990.
This will be an interesting trip for me, because we lived in Antioch 50 years ago! Our first home, after I graduated from Cal-Berkeley in 1949, was an apartment at 700 H street. Our next abode in the city was after I returned to Antioch in 1953, after serving in the Air Force during the Korean War. We rented a small house at 1601 C street. In 1955, we had our first real home built. We bought the lot at 16 West 16th Street (a cul-de-sac) for this 1000 square foot house.
Our mini-bus left Quail Creek at 10:08. Besides Tony and Fabi, there are six residents on board. The bus seats 12. I don’t understand why more residents aren’t interested in these great “Outings”.
The weather is sunny and clear, but with hazy visibility. A temperature inversion aloft must be involved. My gas report: Shell @ $2.42, Chevron is at $2.51 and Arco at $2.50 June Futures are around $60/bbl. Gasoline prices have slowly crept up. They have increased around 30 cents a gallon during the past month. While a penny a day- average doesn’t seem like much, but try multiplying it by 365! Cal Tran is still heavily involved with the new Texas Street off ramps, and the new diamond lanes between the east and west- bound freeways.
We head out Highway 80 West. Traffic is light. We pass a few trucks with containers, probably heading to the Port of Oakland. A container ship must be standing by to be loaded. Now, we pass a car hauler. They used to contain new cars. But, with the depressed economy, the driver is probably headed to pick up new cars at a Chrysler dealership!
We exit I-80 onto 680 South. We have gone from four lanes to two - less traffic, but compressed. I can see majestic Mt. Diablo in the hazy distance. We are passing the governments “Mothball Fleet” anchored in Suisun Bay, off to our left. This collection of idle ships was started after WWII. The government’s theory 65 years ago was that it would be cheaper to preserve the ships than to build new ones to fight in future wars even taking into consideration of the high cost of removing the Cosmo line. Plus, they could be mobilized faster than building new ones. The trouble is - that never happened - except for a few pulled out during the Korean and Viet Nam wars.
We pass the Benicia Industrial Park. I wonder who is using all that warehouse capacity. We are running parallel to the mainline railroad tracks. A large -yellow tank farm sits off to the right. We are approaching the southbound Benicia-Martinez bridge. What a fantastic view! To the right, I can look down the Carquinez Straight and see the parallel two Vallejo-Crockett bridges on I-80. To the left, I can see many miles up to the Delta area, where the American and Sacramento rivers merge. This bridge is one-way traffic heading South on 680. To our left is the railway bridge and east of it is the new one -way-northbound 680 bridge.
We exit 680 on to Highway 4 heading eastbound on Highway 4. We pass Buchanan Field off to our right. It reminds me of nearby Concord Estates. We bought our first home in this new subdivision. We moved in from Antioch in 1951. Six weeks later, I was recalled to active duty by the Air Force. This was during the Korean War. There is a large Mobile Home Park, nearby today. This is a very busy highway - carrying mostly commuters.
BART (Bay Area Rapid Transit) runs on tracks between the east and westbound freeway - to my left. This is the end of the line. We are approaching the large PG&E Power plant in West Pittsburg - off to the left. Initially, it was installed to furnish power to Columbia Steel - a subsidiary of U.S. Steel, and Dow Chemical. The steel plant has been shut down, and I presume that Dow is still operating. We pass a car hauler unloading cars at a dealer. This is a strange sight in this depressed economy! We are going through an underpass. When we lived in Antioch, the underpass flooded every time we had a good rain. You can guess the traffic problem it caused - even back then. The U.S. Steel buildings are still standing along the delta off to the left. I am surprised that they haven’t been torn down to be replaced by a mall.
I worked a Columbia Steel - first as a production Planner, and then as an Industrial Engineer. I started working there in 1949 - shortly after graduating form Cal Berkeley. I left U.S. Steel in 1958 to work in Hawaii - as an Industrial Engineer at Olokele Sugar Company, a subsidiary of C. Brewer & Company, at Kaumakani, Kauai.
We are in Antioch now, at the intersection of Tenth Street and Auto Center Drive. We have just passed an old canning factory. It appears to be closed. At West Fourth and L Streets, we turn left to the Marina area, after crossing the railroad tracks. We arrive at Humphrey’s at 11:05.
A lone whale apparently got lost about 25 years ago during it’s Mexico to Alaska migration. It entered San Francisco Bay and migrated through the Carquinez Strait, up the Sacramento River and under the Rio Vista bridge. The whale ended up in a dead-end slough, about 40 miles from the ocean. The whale had passed from salt water to fresh water. The whale hung around for about three weeks Most people in the Bay Area followed the whales daily progress. As I remember there was a contest to name the “lost” whale, and “Humphrey was the winning name.
I don’t know what it cost to coax Humphrey back to it’s normal habitat, but it must have been beaucoup bucks! Many agencies were involved in coaxing the whale back to the Pacific ocean. Their trial and error techniques were very interesting - a flotilla of boats made unpleasant noises behind the whale, trying to coax him downriver. When that didn’t work, they played recordings of feeding sounds and other whale vocalizations. He finally swam under the Golden Gate bridge and was home free!
Humphrey was spotted again in 1990, about five years later. This time he hung around in the water north of Sierra Point in Brisbane. He became beached on a mud flat between Sierra Point and Candlestick Park. Again, he was lifted out of the mud courtesy of the Marine Mammal Center and a U.S. Coast Guard boat. His last sighting was in 1991 in the vicinity of the Farallon Islands.
Humphrey was a Humpback whale. These giant mammals can weigh up to 40 tons, and reach 40 to 50 feet in length. Individual Humpback whales can be positively identified by the unique pattern on their pectoral fins.
Antioch ,of course, has changed a lot since I lived here. While I still see some familiar landmarks, most are new to me. Antioch had a population of about 13,000 back in 1958. Currently, over 100,000 people live here. It is primarily a “bedroom” community.
After a delicious crab and shrimp Louie, we left the restaurant at 1:30. We went out L Street, past the Contra Costa Fairgrounds, and back on to Highway 4, Eastbound. Tony exits at Highway 160. We pass another large power station near the southern anchorage of the beautiful Antioch bridge. It feeds a high tension power lines running to the north. The bridge was built in 1978 at a cost of 34 million dollars. It rises 135 feet above the San Joachin river and can be for miles around. The bridge links Contra Costa County with Sacramento County. We are driving along the river. No wonder it is nick named “The river road”. This is the route that Humphrey followed 25 years ago.
We pass a goat farm and many cattle grazing. We pass Brannan Island, which brought back many happy memories of our family’s-group camping. We are passing a large grove of eucalyptus trees, and then many fruit orchards.
We turn left onto Highway 12 and pass over the river on the Helen Madera draw bridge. Fortunately, the bridge isn’t open for ships or boats, to pass by, or their would be a delay. We are passing through the small picturesque town of Rio Vista. Gas is higher here - $2.58 at Shell and $2.46 at Arco. We pass the Trilogy residential housing complex on the right.
We are passing a huge wind farm on our left. It must cover 50 square miles! You don’t realize how large these electricity generators are until you get close to them. The support column has to be large enough - not only to support the tremendous weight of the three-bladed huge propellers, but also to provide a passage way inside, for a man to service the unit. Some mills are turning and some are not. I don’t know if the farm is programmed that way or if it is an anomaly. Even more interesting, the blades of a small windmill are turning in an opposite direction than the huge one. This condition reminds me of the winds at the Oakland Coliseum, during the A’s games - the left and right field -foul line flags, often were blowing in opposite directions! Speaking of windmills, a little farther on were two old fashioned windmills which were used to pump water for the cattle.
They used to call this stretch of Highway 12, “Death Alley”, there were so many fatal crashes from nutty -speeding drivers, passing cars in “blind” spots on the narrow highway. To make a divided four lane freeway was too expensive. So Cal Trans has placed poles, or concrete barriers, along the center line. This has helped a lot. I haven’t read of a fatality since!
The huge Travis Air Force Base is a few miles to the right of us. It is home to the huge C-5 Galaxy aircraft.
We are passing the Lawler subdivision on our left. Tony turns right on to Walter Road, and back to Quail Creek. There is a lot of local traffic. Back to Quail Creek after a nice afternoon at 2:45 - in time for a nap before dinner!
Tony tells me that our round trip covered 95 miles. It was an especially interesting ride, because he took the great circle- route, to and from, rather than retrace our outbound drive.
Ray L’Amoreaux
May 23, 2009.
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