Purple Panic

My block is heavily planted with Jacaranda trees. In the Spring these trees quickly produce  tremendous amount of purple flowers that start falling and carpet the street ( and cars parked there). They also drop a kind of sticky sap that, when it gets windy, covers everything outside with a fine sticky mist. Even though they are kind of messy, I really enjoy them. Here’s a few pictures of them in bloom on my street.IMG_0427IMG_0431

 

Thinking of my mom today

Thinking about my mom today;she was born Dec 9th 1928 and died September 21th, 1988.  Since my birthday is in December as well, we’d always celebrate out birthdays at the same time. Usually this involved going out to dinner at Lawrey’s Restaurant in Los Angeles; it was her favorite. (Mine too)

Lawrey’s has since moved down the street and in it’s old spot is a new restaurant called “The Stinking Rose”. It servers garlic infused meals and is my son’s favorite place to have his birthday dinner. Funny how things work like that sometimes.

Here’s a picture of my mom on her wedding day, Dec 9th 1960 (dad was no dummy, always easier to remember one date and not two) in Las Vegas, Nevada.

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Three Youngest

Dad passed away on the 21st of October  2013 and was born the 24th of October 1929 so this week especially  I think a whole lot about him. It’s difficult to find pictures of him because he was always the one behind the camera taking the pictures of all of us, but I found this one with two of his siblings: Florence and Eddie. Dad is the youngest on the left.

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National Sibling Day

I guess there’s something called National Sibling Day and it’s today. Here’s a picture of my brother Bill in the arms of his Aunt Mildred(Snookie) with me and my way cool submarine in front of Aunt Luella and Uncle Russ’s house. He sure was a small guy then. He may, though, weigh the same now as he did then.:-)

 

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Unfinished Business 

My father was a WWII veteran like most men of his age. Since he wasn’t going to be buried in a military cemetery the Veterans Administration was kind enough to send a little folded flag ornament for his marker. I’d has this for quite some time and was able to epoxy it this afternoon.

Existential Questions

When I was in High School, as a senior, I took a class called “Existential Questions” from a bit of an eccentric priest, Father Peter. We read and wrote quite a lot – more than I ever did in any single college class. Something we read had to do with the theme “You’re not really dead as long as someone remembers you”. I can’t remember if it was from a play or a short story but it affected me.

It affected me more that I thought, apparently.

When I was first diagnosed with cancer, one of my first thoughts were how were my children going to know my mom, their grandmother, who passed away years before they were born? How were they going to know all their great-aunts and great-uncles? When my memory is gone, will the memories of those others be forgotten as well?

An odd thought, but it was one I had. Then, of course, genealogy became a bit of an obsessive hobby.

The experience of finding all this genealogy has been, for me, to keep these people in memory. To keep their memory alive or, in a sense, to keep them alive.  Also, as an IT guy, I tend to believe that if you put something on the internet ( And back it up three times), it tends to stay there and be findable. As long as people can find it and read it, then these memories go on and on.

Any number of cousins have copied large chunks of my research into their own versions of the family tree. At first I was a bit pissed, I mean it took months and months (sometimes years) to find some of this stuff but then I realized that spreading this information out is exactly what I want to happen. Copy please!

Unfortunately, when researching sometimes things can get a little melancholy. Memories of people long passed come unbidden and as nice as it is to remember someone, sometimes that memory becomes bittersweet. The worst though is when you realize you may have forgotten someone. I mean, that’s the whole point – remembering.

Every person you interact with changes you and people you have some sort of relationship with changes you all the more. Not all of these people are relatives. Not everyone will fit neatly into an individuals family tree.

In what seems, to me,  to be almost another lifetime I had a great friend whose memory escaped me for a moment.

And while I still can’t remember what book or play started this Existential Question, this quote will do:

“No one is actually dead until the ripples they cause in the world die away…” Terry Pratchett