Saturday, July 16, 2016
Two weeks ago, Sunday. I visited Mom while M drove Claire to airport.
Maybe it was seeing the photos J had posted earlier, or maybe it was some other inspiration, but around 3 we decided to head out. Ice cream at Dairy Queen in Cle Elum, Dinner at South in Leavenworth, and then dropped in on J and family above Lake Wenatchee.
We had never visited the cabin and this was a beautiful evening to check it out. We stayed an hour or so, then drove back over Stevens and were home by 11.
Thursday, June 30, 2016
It wasn't Mother's Day, but it sort of seemed like it. M's mom was in town and my mom wanted to treat M and I for our recent anniversary (25th), so we headed to Salty's for dinner and the great view back at downtown.
Afterwards, we cruised Alki Beach (us and a few thousand other folks), watching the sun head down over the Olympics (although given the time of year, it still had a way to go).
Monday, April 25, 2016
I always suspected that the fact that we all ended up in Seattle was a plan hatched by Dad in the early 1950s. Dad was introduced to Seattle in 1934, during a brief visit when his father was looking for work. He returned in 1943 to rivet B-17s, until he was old enough to enlist. He enrolled at Michigan State under the GI Bill, but transferred to UW, where he graduated in 1949. He went to Berkeley for his Masters, then came back to work in Seattle for a couple of years. He hiked in the Cascades and played golf at the UW course along the Montlake Cut (now Health Sciences, I think). But then he headed east to work in NY, where he met Mom and got his PhD.
He and Mom got married in New York City while Dad was at Columbia. They honeymooned in Europe and brought back a VW bug. And then Dad got a job at Bowdoin in 1957 and they spent the next 35 years in Brunswick. I arrived in 1958 and Jane showed up a couple of years later. Somewhere in between Jane and me, they moved into 75 Federal, where they lived until 1992, when they moved back to Seattle.
Dad's time at Bowdoin is nicely summarized in the Bowdoin Daily Sun.
They found a house that took care of itself, unlike the wonderful, but high maintenance, place back in Maine. It had enough room to accommodate Dad's post-retirement hobbies - his 1934 Buick and his 1940 Chevy. And his other hobby, too. He re-created the western railroad landscape in HO in the basement - laying track around two large rooms and building an impressive inventory of the Milwaukee Road, Union Pacific, Santa Fe, Great Northern, Burlington, and more. He and mom went to train meets and to old car shows. He won ribbons. They drove the old Chevy down to Burgermaster for lunch. They drove down to Edmonds to watch the trains along Puget Sound.
They were in Seattle when Devon and Leigh and Will were born and they watched them grow up. They served pancakes on Sunday mornings and hosted our family birthdays. We did family trips to Mount Rainier, to Puget Sound, and we all celebrated their 50th Anniversary in Jasper (not Seattle, but another place that Dad introduced us to early on).
Dad first visited Seattle in the midst of the depression, when he was nine. He kept coming back, for work, for college, on vacations with his young family, and later, to visit his grown children. But I think his plan all along was to come back for good, once he assured that the rest of us would already be here. Dad died on April 10th, but he left Jane and Mom and me in a pretty good place.
Sunday, April 17, 2016
Saturday, April 16, 2016
The big exhibit was built around Van Gogh's bedroom - three versions of which were on display, including the one that actually lives in Chicago. But there was also other stuff by Van Gogh and a lot of material to provide context.
Posted by Gravel Beach at Saturday, April 16, 2016