Wednesday, December 31, 2008

Slumdog Millionaire


If a good movie is what you've been waiting for, give Slumdog Millionaire a look see. We spent the extra money because it was in the VIP section of the theater, the section where only adults are welcome, where they sell alcoholic beverages, and where everything is supposed to be roomier and more comfortable which is all a bunch of silliness, but...the movie was well worth the extra price and my frugal friend stopped grumbling soon after the movie started. Prepare yourself to be overtaken by emotions as varied as joy, pity, happiness, anger, revulsion, surprise, and an exhilarating conclusion rarely seen in movies anymore. It is an indian movie and there are scenes where I had to look the other way, but because it ended just the way I wanted, I came out feeling good. I also count my blessings that I don't live in Mumbai, never lived in Mumbai and don't ever want to live in Mumbai or even visit. I can't imagine being constantly surrounded by so many people.

Tuesday, December 30, 2008

No dual citizenship

I have thought for a long time that dual citizenship should be done away with. I thought at one time it was not allowed, but maybe I'm wrong. It sure seems like a person needs to give their allegiance to just one country. Be proud of your roots, but be prouder of the country in which you live.

Speaking of countries...while you read the following article, listen to this young man in Spain play one of my favorite songs, Gabriel's Oboe.



http://www.iht.com/articles/2008/12/29/europe/politicus.php

POLITICUS
From the left, a call to end the current Dutch notion of tolerance
By John Vinocur

AMSTERDAM: Two years ago, the Dutch could quietly congratulate themselves on having brought what seemed to be a fair measure of consensus and reason to the meanest intersection in their national political life: the one where integration of Muslim immigrants crossed Dutch identity.
In the run-up to choosing a new government in 2006, just 24 percent of the voters considered the issue important, and only 4 percent regarded it as the election's central theme.
What a turnabout, it seemed - and whatever the reason (spent passions, optimism, resignation?), it was a soothing respite for a country whose history of tolerance was the first in 21st-century Europe to clash with the on-street realities of its growing Muslim population.
Since the Sept. 11, 2001, attacks in the United States, the Netherlands had lived through something akin to a populist revolt against accommodating Islamic immigrants led by Pim Fortuyn, who was later murdered; the assassination of the filmmaker Theo Van Gogh, accused of blasphemy by a homegrown Muslim killer; and the bitter departure from the Netherlands of Ayaan Hirsi Ali, a Somali woman who became a member of Parliament before being marked for death for her criticism of radical Islam.
Now something fairly remarkable is happening again.
Two weeks ago, the country's biggest left-wing political grouping, the Labor Party, which has responsibility for integration as a member of the coalition government led by the Christian Democrats, issued a position paper calling for the end of the failed model of Dutch "tolerance."
It came at the same time Nicolas Sarkozy was making a case in France for greater opportunities for minorities that also contained an admission that the French notion of equality "doesn't work anymore."
But there was a difference. If judged on the standard scale of caution in dealing with cultural clashes and Muslims' obligations to their new homes in Europe, the language of the Dutch position paper and Lilianne Ploumen, Labor's chairperson, was exceptional.
The paper said: "The mistake we can never repeat is stifling criticism of cultures and religions for reasons of tolerance."
Government and politicians had too long failed to acknowledge the feelings of "loss and estrangement" felt by Dutch society facing parallel communities that disregard its language, laws and customs.
Newcomers, according to Ploumen, must avoid "self-designated victimization."
She asserted, "the grip of the homeland has to disappear" for these immigrants who, news reports indicate, also retain their original nationality at a rate of about 80 percent once becoming Dutch citizens.

Instead of reflexively offering tolerance with the expectation that things would work out in the long run, she said, the government strategy should be "bringing our values into confrontation with people who think otherwise."
There was more: punishment for trouble-making young people has to become so effective such that when they emerge from jail they are not automatically big shots, Ploumen said.
For Ploumen, talking to the local media, "The street is mine, too. I don't want to walk away if they're standing in my path.
"Without a strategy to deal with these issues, all discussion about creating opportunities and acceptance of diversity will be blocked by suspicion and negative experience."
And that comes from the heart of the traditional, democratic European left, where placing the onus of compatibility on immigrants never found such comfort before.
It's a point of view that makes reference to work and education as essential, but without the emphasis that they are the single path to integration.
Rather, Labor's line seems to stand on its head the old equation of jobs-plus-education equals integration. Conforming to Dutch society's social standards now comes first. Strikingly, it turns its back on cultural relativism and uses the word emancipation in discussing the process of outsiders' becoming Dutch.
For the Netherlands' Arab and Turkish population (about 6 percent of a total of 16 million) it refers to jobs and educational opportunities as "machines of emancipation." Yet it also suggests that employment and advancement will not come in full measure until there is a consciousness engagement in Dutch life by immigrants that goes far beyond the present level.
Indeed, Ploumen says, "Integration calls on the greatest effort from the new Dutch. Let go of where you come from; choose the Netherlands unconditionally." Immigrants must "take responsibility for this country" and cherish and protect its Dutch essence.
Not clear enough? Ploumen insists, "The success of the integration process is hindered by the disproportionate number of non-natives involved in criminality and trouble-making, by men who refuse to shake hands with women, by burqas and separate courses for women on citizenship.
"We have to stop the existence of parallel societies within our society."
And the obligations of the native Dutch? Ploumen's answer is, "People who have their roots here have to offer space to traditions, religions and cultures which are new to Dutch society" - but without fear of expressing criticism. "Hurting feelings is allowed, and criticism of religion, too."
The why of this happening now when a recession could accelerate new social tensions, particularly among nonskilled workers, has a couple of explanations.
A petty, political one: It involves a Labor Party on an uptick, with its the party chief, Wouter Bos, who serves as finance minister, showing optimism that the Dutch can avoid a deep recession. The cynical take has him casting the party's new integration policy as a fresh bid to consolidate momentum ahead of elections for the European Parliament in June.
A kinder, gentler explanation (that comes, remarkably, from Frits Bolkestein, the former Liberal Party leader, European commissioner, and no friend of the socialists, who began writing in 1991 about the enormous challenge posed to Europe by Muslim immigration):
"The multi-cultis just aren't making the running anymore. It's a brave step towards a new normalcy in this country. "

Sunday, December 28, 2008

Blogging at 80


I read a story in the Seattle Times today about an octogenarian blogger. She lives in Yakima, Washington and the name of her site is Pet Peeves and Other Ramblings . It's a must read if you want a good laugh. What really caught my eye was the picture of the Christmas tree with the cat peeking out, looking very much like an ornament. Can you find the cat?

Saturday, December 27, 2008

Hazmat


This delightful couple was with us on
Christmas day, though they weren't dressed in hazmat suits. They are my son's mother and father in law and this picture was taken a while back when flu season was in full force. They hadn't wanted to visit while the younguns were contagious so when the coast was finally clear, they donned their uniforms, came for a visit and gave everyone a really good laugh. I would have loved to have seen the look on the 4 years old's face when she opened the front door and saw a gas mask staring down at her. I must say, she spent many hours playing with the homemade nurse's hat.
Someday I'll tell you the story about him chasing his airplane.

Friday, December 26, 2008

Let's Sing





















What a nice Christmas we all had yesterday. Lots of family, lots of food and what I think were the makings of a few rock stars.
Uncle Nick bought his two nieces their very own karaoke machine and once they learn how to read, that house is gonna rock !!! Even we grown ups enjoyed it, when we were able to get the microphones away from the kids. Oh.....and.....mom and dad..... in case you can't find the mics, they are probably in the childproof drawer to the left of the stove....second one down :o)

Thursday, December 25, 2008

Merry Christmas


I wish you all a blessed Christmas and new year filled with peace and joy.
If you're the chef today and would like to try a really good green bean recipe for your dinner, give this a try...
Brown ten slices of bacon..sliced small...
drain the grease, then add a half cup of finely chopped onion...cook til transparent....add a cup or more of sour cream and mix well...then add a couple good shakes of flour...a squirt of lemon juice....a tad bit of salt and quite a bit more pepper...mix well then add 6 to 8 cans of drained julienne sliced beans. ..mix well then pour into a baking dish....level it off and top with cheddar cheese....bake covered at 350 for a half hour. It is absolutely delicious and goes really well with prime rib or turkey.
Another fantastic dish is the wonderful slav sauerkraut that I learned to make from sister in law's hubby.........
Start by rinsing well one quart jar of sauerkraut...add it to the pound of sausages that you have drained after browning in the oven or stovetop.....add a half cup finely chopped onion.... 2 cloves of garlic or enough garlic pwd to equal that......1 tablespoon brown sugar.....1/2 teaspoon cinnamon.....1/4 teaspoon pepper....and a half of a pared apple. Mix together, add a little water...cover and cook slowly in the oven or cover and simmer 3 hours on the stove top. I guarantee you will love this dish and it too is fantastic with meats. Salud !!!!

Wednesday, December 24, 2008

It's raining !!!!


At last...the rains have come and we are returning to normal Washington weather. YES!!!

Remnant sewing


Because of the stubborn weather system that just keeps on keepin on, it's snowing again this morning, I dug through my fabric stash and found enough of the white and blue to make a new top and pants for little Ingrid. Who knows if it will fit her, but it was kinda fun getting out the serger again. Ingrid's daddy bought it for me years ago with some of his fishing money. He had heard the teacher he'd had when in the 4th grade talking after church about the new serger her hubby had bought for her. He came home and asked me about it, and don't ya know, that is what he bought me for Christmas. To this day, it's the nicest gift I have ever recieved and it's certainly had plenty of use.
Okay back to the snow, this is a great song if being cooped up for days is getting to you :o) If it weren't for youtube, I would have never known anything about flute choirs or that they can get along just fine without any violins or violas. Sorry sis :o)

Tuesday, December 23, 2008

Out the window



This is what I saw yesterday from my kitchen counter. Somebody did some serious pillow shaking during the night and with that, dawn broke with some dandy photo opportunities. I managed to get to the store, thanks to the kids and their 4 wheel drives and joined the rest of the deranged mob trying to get as much as we could remember for the coming days. As we started to back out of our parking spot, two young women, one carrying a baby, were struggling with a shopping cart so full, that they weren't able to roll it over the icy ruts. In a blink, son and the fellow in the car next to ours rushed over, carried the many bags to their car, pushed the cart back and they were on their way, mighty thankful that kindness still rules. Today I will go again for meds for my friend who is totally trapped at the top of his ski chute driveway. It's hell to get old and worry about running out of our drugs, though we are all so thankful that we are warm and safe at home and not stranded at the airport or Greyhound bus depot, wondering if we will ever get home for Christmas. This will be a Christmas many will never forget.

Monday, December 22, 2008

A Room For Two




Yesterday was spent in the snow and today will no doubt be more of the same. My two little granddaughters were quite pleased with the igloo their daddy built for them from all the snow that fell most of the day and most of last night turning things into a winter wonderland. I haven't been shopping for days, still need to buy gifts and food for Christmas morning and dinner and after taking a toilet paper inventory, it's gonna have to be soon. The boys have checked to see if I need to get to the store and today, I think I will take them up on it.
Hallelujah!!! Thank God for the internet and youtube as I have found some new favorites. Give this version a try too. Heck, try this one too.

Sunday, December 21, 2008

Happy Winter Solstice


Today is my ultimate, best, favorite, most wonderful day of the year !!! Winter Solstice.. the rebirth of the sun.....at 4:04 am we reached the shortest day of the year and from that moment, the days will begin to lengthen. YES!!!! I think I must have been a druid in a past life since I do have irish roots and love all the traditions that the many cultures did down through the years to celebrate this day. Whatever it is..I love this day. I had planned to light a bonfire and share a drink with my friend in his backyard, but since we are all snowed in, I will just have to settle for a toddy by myself and hope that the snow melts soon. Happy Winter Solstice !!

Saturday, December 20, 2008

Green Tree


This Christmas tree is green in more ways than one. It's a great way to recycle and it gives you good reason for enjoying your beer throughout the year with the excuse that you're working on Christmas decorations.
Somethng tells me there are no small children living in the home nor will there be any young grandchildren visiting during the holidays. I also doubt they live in an earthquake zone.

Friday, December 19, 2008

Global Warming, NOT !!


I think most of us are down right sick of the cold. The streets are impossibly impassable, Christmas shopping isn't finished yet, and school, parties and meetings have been canceled day after day. Furnaces are guzzling gallons of oil, though I was tickled to hear that the price per gallon has slipped to $38.00 per barrel.
I remember the deep freeze we had in 1950 when the bay froze and people were actually able to iceskate. I also remember what fun it was going to school on Saturday's to make up the days lost when buses and trucks weren't allowed on the roads while the thaw took place. To top it off, our teacher let us listen to our favorite Saturday morning radio show, Let's Pretend.
Today, kids would have to go to school halfway through the summer.
It seems the highlight of my day lately is what should I eat !!! Last night it was chicken thighs cooked slowly, then topped with Hunt's 4 cheese spaghetti sauce, and spooned gently over long spaghetti, topped with parmesan cheese. Today and tomorrow that will be dinner, plus whatever sweets I can create. I figure at least a ten pound gain by the time this miserable weather system passes :o)

Wednesday, December 17, 2008

Fun Video


Here's a fun video of the Mystic Lady fishing in southeast Alaska. It is a Gig Harbor boat as you can tell from the lighthouse at the beginning of the video. The gal who did the video is from West Virginia. She decided a few years ago that she would like to come west and try commercial fishing. Her job search started in Seattle at fisherman's wharf where she landed a job right away and has been fishing since, from Alaska to California, for salmon and squid. Two of her brothers have also come west and are now fishing too. Once it gets in your blood, you are definately hooked. While in California, she also did this one of squid fishing.

Tuesday, December 16, 2008

Parade


I think this may have been a fourth of July parade along Harborview in the early 1960's. It is fun to see the old city dock still standing and of course the Genius and Avalon tied together in their usual place. I have always thought it a shame that the city didn't replace the old dock, only bigger and wider, so that trucks could drive out and turn around, making it so much easier to load and unload boats. That is the one thing the harbor really lacks.

Monday, December 15, 2008

Pen High Cheerleaders


These were the Peninsula High School cheerleaders in probably 1965. I have no idea why they were wearing those strange hats, but they do look kinda cute. The one in the center is my little sister and I spose I could ask her why the hats.

Sunday, December 14, 2008

Boat Parade


Last night was the annual Christmas boat parade sponsored by the Gig Harbor Yacht Club and as usual, our favorite was my nephew's boat. He always does the green tree and outlines the rest of the boat in white lights. I have seen many a publication with his boat on the cover or inside in an advertisement because it's really a beautiful sight to behold as it cruises through the harbor in the dark, and luckily, last night the bay was as smooth as glass which made it even more stunning. Thanks Tim.

Saturday, December 13, 2008

Huge Hair


Okay, I know the quality of the picture isn't good, but I just had to show off the woman's hair. We are talking ENORMOUS !!!! My friend and I were in the Honolulu airport this year waiting for our flight to Maui when this woman came walking along with what looked like her son and granddaughter, turning every head in the building as she strolled past. I, of course, wasn't going to be satisfied until I filmed her with my trusty video camera and I wasn't the only one sneaking pictures. It would have been fun to film the looks on people's faces as their eyes first noticed her and then the stolen glances and giggles after, from all ages. That hair really helped us pass the time.

Friday, December 12, 2008

Salmon Bay Cafe




My granddaugher spent the day with her other grandparents at the Norwegian Festival in Ballard the other day. That girl is a true american with her scandinavian, irish, english, scottish, croatian and german, to name a few, roots. I got a kick out of the picture on the menu. Even though the cafe is in Ballard, the picture is of Gig Harbor. I doubt there is a place more beautiful in the world.

Thursday, December 11, 2008

Join the Symphony


Now's your chance to play in Carnegy Hall. Practice, practice, practice, record yourself, then send it into Youtube, and see if you can win a spot in the Youtube Symphony. The music for each instrument is ready to print, there's an orchestra playing the song, and a conductor to follow so all you have to do is play along til you have it down pat. How cool is that. Whether you decide to give it a try or not, it's fun to play along and improve your skills. I found the free music to Partita online and try to keep up with her. I would think that a beginning student would enjoy practice a whole lot more then we did as kids thanks to all the online help.

Wednesday, December 10, 2008

Happy Birthday Sis




Today is my little sister's 62nd birthday and in one month, she will be collecting Social Security. How nice is that !!! This picture of her was taken in 1952, in Whitehorse, Canada. We were on one of our merry little drives to Alaska and always loved stopping at Whitehorse. The cemetary was one of the things that fascinated us because of the way natives buried their dead, plus the old sternwheelers that were hauled out of the Yukon River onto shore for the winter. Mom took this picture of the Aksala in 1952. I think the Klondike is the only one that has survived because most were destroyed by fire. This site has oodles of great pictures.

Tuesday, December 9, 2008

Beach Road


If you find the telephone pole on the right side of the picture, you will see behind it, the beachroad that used to run from Purdy to Rosedale, with an old wood bridge crossing over McCormick Creek. Both are gone now, but I still remember waiting for the school bus in front of my grandparent's house. Our destination was the little two room school in Rosedale which had grades 1 to 4 and no public kindergarten then. The school is gone now too, and in it's place, a beautiful play field.

Monday, December 8, 2008

Thompson Pass

The last time I saw Thompson Pass, it looked like this. It was the month of March and we were headed back to the lower 48. It was a clear day, but the winds were howling and no sooner did we get halfway up the pass, we got stuck. The lord must have been looking out for us that day because the plow made one last run, found us, got us unstuck and we were on our way.
The rest of the trip home was much easier than the trips we made in June over the slippery gumbo, or trying to stay on top of the ruts left by huge trucks and most of all the wading through washed out roads while mom drove the car. In the winter, the roads were frozen solid and so cold that tires almost stuck to the road.
Mom drove the Alcan starting in 1952 with just us kids and our dog, Lassie. Our meals consisted of canned soup, right out of the can, peaches right out of the can and lots of mosquito bites on our behinds because there were no roadside stops. I wouldn't trade those memories for all the treasures in the world, but I don't know how mom had the guts to do it with 3 kids and a dog.
Maybe because dad had no doubt she could.

Sunday, December 7, 2008

Concert Is Over


Our concert is over, it was a success, and now comes the mourning period, having to say goodbye to our music and be away from a wonderful bunch of people for a whole month.
When we begin practicing new music, we look at it feeling we will never be able to play it. After a few weeks, there's hope, and by the night of the concert our confidence is back.
I was amazed at how many were able to sing along with the Messiah..especially the beautiful voices of the men in the audience. I have to admit that I had only heard the Halleluja ....the rest was new to me. Thanks to one of our violin players who taught at UPS, there were songbooks to borrow for the evening. I was also amazed at how many children were able to sit through the 45 minutes of the Messiah.....we didn't do all of it ~!!! Their reward was lots of your every day Christmas music that everyone was invited to sing along with.Of course being a flute player, Sleigh Ride was my favorite.
It was a fun evening, and we are all looking forward to our next concert in March where we will feature "march" music.....ya get it...marches in March !!!!!

Wednesday, December 3, 2008

Concert Dec. 6th


Just a reminder of the Gig Harbor Peninsula Civic Orchestra concert coming up on Dec. 6th, 7:00 pm at Peninsula High School. It's free.....we welcome donations. This year we are playing parts of the Messiah, plus other fun Christmas music and invite the community to bring your songbooks and sing along.


Tuesday, December 2, 2008

Mambai attack

A young american woman named Dara, wrote her story and posted it on her Facebook site.


Thanks to all of those who wrote me notes and posted on my wall. I just wanted to take a moment to pay respects to those who lost their lives to save us. I am praying for the hotel staff, police, and other reinforcements that were brought into Mumbai that deadly night that should have never occurred.The horrific acts that happened in Mumbai was a life altering experience for me and something that will haunt me for the rest of my life. Around 9:40 pm I went to the night market with my friend John. As the store were closing we were excited to take a drink in the famous cafe, Leopolds- A small cafe that opens up completely to the street. After finishing a tall glass of watermelon juice there was a huge boom that hit an aquarium in the back of the room.Everyone turned around simply think 'what was that?' but not expecting anything serious. The next thing I knew consecutive shots rang non-stop across the room. John threw me to the floor screaming "GET DOWN!" My purse was in the seat next to me, but I didn't even think for a second about it. I was bent over trying to run out. John pushed me to the floor again. I believed he saved my life. I still don't understand how I made it out when I later read there were two gunmen walking in with large guns. There was glass in my hands, the skin on my knees were rubbed off from hitting the floor- yet I couldn't feel the pain. My heart and adrenaline were so high I was just thinking "this IS NOT really happening to me". I never thought in a million years that I would ever be involved in a situation such as the ones I had read in the news. All I remember that night is running as fast as I could because I was convinced they would bomb the café. As I picked myself up off the glass shards on the floor I bolted down the road, my left hand dripping in blood. My shoes fell off, but I didn’t care, I just kept running. John was right behind me, as he got closer he took my hand and said ‘Don’t ever let go of my hand’. I remember my way back to the hotel we had checked in at 9 hours before- The Taj Palace. It was only 3-4 minutes before we got to the hotel. John stopped and said “No! the Taj will be a target for sure!” but there we were, his pants splattered with someone else’s blood, my hand dripping in my own. We had no other place to go. We didn’t know the city yet, and we needed help. For it felt like the most secure place since we only had half a second to make a move.I walked through a line of cab drivers who stood there in confusion on the bullets they had heard just down the streets. All the doormen and guests turned to stare at john and I who came storming in with blood on our hands. The guests dressed in the fine evening wear stood at the glass lobby entrance, staring out in curiosity about the gun shots. They sounded like a string of fireworks going off. They were shocked when they saw us pace in. The Taj staff was continuously wonderful. The minute I entered the lobby, a man sat quickly took us to the couches in the lobby, sat me down and had someone run to grab a towel. As soon he came back to wipe my leg, the all too familiar sound of gun shots came back into the lobby. I was so terrified I never even turned around to look at them, but was later told that they were men dressed in black with large guns shooting everyone in site. All I knew is that as soon as I heard those shots again I dove for the closed double doors on my right side. The men who were helping me did too. It was just an instinct we all just ran as fast as we could to the doors- I didn’t even know where they led to. This all happened in literally seconds. It was a restaurant. There were still guests dining at the table with looks of confusion. We dashed through the restaurant looking for any door to run through-quite certain that somebody would follow us. We ran straight into the Kitchen. Stopped at the dead end. There was one exit door in the back that somebody had locked. I didn’t have time for tears. I was set on survival.The hotel staff was amazing!-especially one man in particular named Javed. He told everyone to stay calm, we were safe, the doors were locked. We didn’t believe him. We knew they had guns and could burst in at any moment if they wanted to. There was an Indian girl next to me who was crying hysterically because she had separated from her friend and mother in the lobby. There was a Muslim women on the floor praying for her life. John and I, both Christian, knelt down beside her and repeated the Lord’s prayer over and over again. The Hindu women with us were also praying. There in the kitchen three separate religions prayed for the same thing. Asking God to spare our lives. Although the room was filled with chefs, hotel staff, guests of different nationalities, different social classes, different religious backgrounds- absolutely NOTHING separated us that night. We were all the same. We were all holding one and others arms saying “it is going to be okay, the police will be here soon.” The hotel staff was on the phone calling for reinforcement. Meanwhile, Javed came back with a first aid kit and continued to dress John and mine’s wounds. As he was cleaning them the hotel staff came back to tell us that it would be safer if we came back into the restaurant because they had blocked the doors. We were scared if it was safe or not, but proceeded to the restaurant because we did not want to be in the kitchen alone. There was a large grand piano pushed against the doors and furniture piled up on top of it.The rest of the story is written by John:....30 others were already in there, and after our entry, they barricaded the doors with a grand piano. What followed, for us, was eight hours of entrapment, while guns, bombs and most terrifyingly an ever louder fire raged outside.I am amazed at how lucid we were throughout the ordeal. Our bodies provide us with incredible clarity in a crisis. I kept thinking of Winston Churchill’s quote, “When you’re going through hell… keep going”. Still, we were terrified. Stupidly, I persuaded Dara not to call her parents. Thinking of my own mother, I thought she might have a heart attack if she knew what was happening. I wish I hadn’t done this. Everyone else was on their cell phone.The people in our room made the scene feel like a movie set: covered Islamic women, a hard focused German businessman, a tender hearted French, obnoxious hipsters, lithe and immaculately dressed blonde Russian girls, Indians, Muslims, Christians. Everyone of all religions were praying together that night on the floor of that restaurant.Our first evacuation attempt, around 3 or 4 am, ended in more gunfire, and the few who had ventured out of the room, raced back in. Miraculously, we were evacuated around 7am.It wasn’t until I learned the news of what had happened, until I digested my own relief that I began to cry. I read about the deaths of the chief of police, the chief of counter-terrorism, the burned wife and children of the hotel manager, and I began to weep. I thought of the incredible and admirable bravery, presence and commitment of the Taj staff. And I thought of all these people, big and small, that had given so much to save us. I still cry when I think of it.The journey home to was another adventure. We didn’t know if it the attack was a one off event or the start of war, and we hurried to exit the country. Terrified, we waited 25 minutes to be let into the US embassy, while they checked their computers for our records. Even though we had called three times to report we were coming and they had our names. It would have been a good tip for them to actually pre-print the identification of all of the Americans who had called in to state their names. As cars drove by the street in front of the embassy, I felt like I was sitting on top of a bull’s eye. The guards did not speak English. The reception was staffed by an Indian, who would not come to the gate. We crouched behind a concrete piling, and I scanned the horizon for potential terrorists. When we were finally let in, an Indian woman told me I would need to pay $200 to get an emergency passport. How did they know if we even had money? Dara lost her money, credit cards and even shoes in the attack at Leopold’s. Luckily I had one credit card in my pocket.Despite having only one other couple in their office, we waited two and a half hours for emergency passports. We were hoping to leave before sunset. We appreciated the fact that the embassy was working around the clock, and they explained that we waited almost three hours because they were busy answering the phones, but I felt that they were more helpful on the phone telling us to “stay calm” then actually helping us in person when we actually really needed it.Before we arrived to the US embassy, the Taj staff at the evacuation center had taken photos on a digital camera and printed six passport sized photos for us. The embassy said the photos were not acceptable – they were not professionally taken. They told me that because they had no camera man, and I would need to go back into Mumbai to find a photo center. Everything in the city was closed. I was flabbergasted. The British embassy had sent emissaries to the evacuation center, the Spanish had arranged military transport for evacuation, and here, wearing ripped and bloody clothes, the US embassy was telling me I couldn’t have an emergency passport because the quality of my photographs were not professionally taken. We screamed at them, and they acquiesced. I was further surprised to lean that we had to obtain a new visa from the Indian government to leave the country. The only place to obtain this was the South Mumbai police headquarters, which had also been attacked. The US embassy tried and failed to waive this rule. We had to go.Remarkably, heroically, the driver the Taj hotel had provided us, Jabraj, had patiently waited for us during the 2+ hour delay at the US embassy. The embassy was kind enough to lend us one of our staff to help us find the Indian visa office, and so an extremely brave Indian woman nicknamed ‘Nicky’ went along. As we drove back into Colaba, the streets filled with police and army personnel. We found the visa office, and pulled in, but had to back up the car, as they were hauling out a dead body. When we got into the police station, it was amazing how quick the Indians acting in getting our paper work done in less than five minutes!Eventually we made it out of the country. I have seen in the press criticism of the hotel, of the Indian government and of their police, but I cannot sing their praises loudly enough. Their courage is inspiring. We mourn the horrendous loss of life. For those of us who survived, how will we ever repay this debt?I am praying for guidance on what to do now, on how I can help. I am praying for the families of the deceased, and I am praying for the leaders of India. Violence cannot be defeated with violence, and an eye for an eye will make the whole world blind.If anyone has any information on how we can help India please contact me and others around the world to pitch in. Additionally, I hope that this news will allow our government gain insight from the situation- even if it is as simple as having a Polaroid camera on site or training techniques to better prepare US embassies around the world for the future.

Monday, December 1, 2008

Service Station


This picture was also taken in old Valdez. I can't remember where it was located, but I do see a church in the distance which might help.

Saturday, November 29, 2008

3 Legged Race


Folks in Valdez really celebrated Independence Day each year and in this photo my little sis, all in red, is doing her part to make it down the length of the street designated for the 3 legged race. It was probably 1953 and the streets were still dirt. I think both wood buildings in the background were bars and a little to the left, but not pictured, was a grocery store, owned by Bill Egan, the future first governor of Alaska. If I remember correctly, they sold the best bread which I think was made there. Possibly Bill's brother Truck. owned one of the bars in the picture.
After taking a good look at what the kids are wearing, that picture could have been taken today.
Those few years in Alaska when I was a kid will always be some of my best memories.

Thursday, November 27, 2008

Copper Center Lodge


Copper Center Lodge, in Copper Center, Alaska hasn't changed much in the amost 50 years since this picture was taken. I never stayed there, but my sis did, thanks to bad weather on her way from the airport in Anchorage to Valdez for Christmas.

Thanksgiving 1960


I kinda think this was our 1960 Thanksgiving dinner. Dad had died suddenly the year before which is why I don't see him in the pix. Mom is at the head of the table with her back to the window, my sis is in the striped top next to her and I am next to sis in the white blouse. Our younger sis only managed to get her nose and one eye in the pix. :o)
We always got together with our cousins on special occasions, which was easy, as they lived within walking distance from us. Driving distance if carrying something heavy.
Mom was good about inviting other folks who had no family to come join us and they always got one heck of a meal as she and her sis, who is seated next to her, were fantastic cooks. No wonder I had such chubby cheeks. :o(

Wednesday, November 26, 2008

Old Valdez

This picture was taken in the early 50's. It is terribly blurry, but does give you a good idea of how the town was layed out.
I found a few more slides of Valdez. but they are so dark that I have not been able to scan them. I think I will try projecting them onto a screen, then taking pictures of them with my digital camera. Anything to keep me from doing the things I should be doing.

Monday, November 24, 2008

Ennio Morricone

Ennio Morricone is one of my favorite composers. No doubt it's because of the oboe and flute and of course the wonderful strings. If I weren't trying my darndest to play the flute, I would love to learn the oboe. We have only one oboe in our orchestra so don't allow her any excuse not be at reheasal and will definately drag her off her death

bed for our concerts.

Gabriel's Oboe
Cinema Paradiso
Once Upon a Time in America

Saturday, November 22, 2008

Christmas Slippers

My Dear Family and Friends,
With our current economy, Christmas is tight this year. I will be making bedroom slippers for you all as gifts. Please let me know your sizes. You'll most likely agree that it's a splendid idea, and should you wish to do the same, I've included the instructions below.

How to make bedroom slippers out of maxi pads:
You need four maxi pads to make a pair.
Two of them get laid out flat, for the foot part.
The other two wrap around the toe area to form the top.
Tape or glue each side of the top pieces to the bottom of the foot part.
Decorate the tops with whatever you desire, silk flowers (this is most
Aesthetically appealing), etc.
These slippers are:
* Soft and Hygienic
* Non-slip grip strips on the soles
* Built in deodorant feature keeps feet smelling fresh
* No more bending over to mop up spills
* Disposable and biodegradable
* Environmentally safe
* Three convenient sizes: (1.) Regular, (2.) Light and (3.) Get out the Sand Bags.
I've attached a photo of the first pair I made so that you can see the
nifty slippers for yourself....
Awaiting your response. It's crucial that I get the right size for each
one of you.

Friday, November 21, 2008

Geese


More happy geese enjoying a tranquil setting. As I skirted their territory, I made sure to avoid the squishy green globs they so generously deposit. I hope that it's good fertilizer.

Tuesday, November 18, 2008

Boats Galore


The fog finally lifted yesterday and the sun shone so people were out walking in the almost 60 degree weather. My route usually takes me past this dock and of course I never leave home without my trusty camera. One pocket for camera and one for radio.
Growing up, I would never have dreamed we'd have those things small enough to pop in a pocket.
I loved listening to the "soaps" on the radio as a kid when I was sick and dreamed of having a radio the size of a wristwatch so I could listen in school. Today, I download a few of my favorite talkshow segments on my matchbook size mp3 and off I go. My dream for the future is that cars will have a skin that can convert light to energy and we wont have to worry about oil ever again!!!! If I don't croak any time soon, I think I will get my wish.

Monday, November 17, 2008

Waterfront


It's so foggy this morning that I can barely see the other side of the street, let alone the bay. It was the same yesterday until later in the afternoon. Hopefully the fog will burn off as the day proceeds because I am a sun lover and it makes me really cranky when I feel like I am in a cave !!
This picture was taken about a week ago when the temp. was in the high 50's. I see the fellow who owns the net shed and dock to the left, plus the small area with the grass, has really made it look like a park.
The marina on the right is new and replaced the one that burned a few years ago.

Saturday, November 15, 2008

Enough House


When they made the movie "Enough", starring Jennifer Lopez, they filmed part of it here in the harbor. This house was one of her hideaways. It's about a woman who discovers her husbands philandering ways and spends most of the movie in nomadic flight from his hot-tempered brutality. Bankrolled by her estranged father, she protects her young daughter, but knowing she must face the inevitable showdown with her husband, she buffs up with self-defense courses and eventually beats the snot out of him. It’s a revenge fantasy that’s guaranteed to please.
Those of us who lived near the filming, enjoyed watching them transform the house with all things fake, plus the night shooting where they used a giant helium balloon to help with lighting.
Such a lot of time and money spent on what was just a minutes worth of screen time.

Thursday, November 13, 2008

Sunny Adriatic


Paulo is back in Croatia and busy fishing with one of the local fishermen.
They fish for food for the fish in the pens. As of yet, he hasn't told me what they are.
It's hard to imagine our commercial fishermen going shirtless in November when they go out.
The more I look at the picture, the more I think a visit to the island of Brac might be a really good idea!!!

Wednesday, November 12, 2008

Windows and Roof

Saturday the bay was filled with an array of spinnackers of every color imaginable which makes this lone sailboat look rather unexciting.
I thought maybe a shot in front of the new house by the boatlaunch would add a little interest. The roof and windows are on/in and it looks like it's ready for whatever winter brings us.

Tuesday, November 11, 2008

Vincie's Cap


Found this picture of the Avalon the other day that I took when my youngest and I had gone for one of our occasional walks to the Skansie place.
How nice it must have been to have their own dock and ways right outside the back door when there was work to do.
It looks like Antone and Vincie were repairing the front of the pilot house and if you look at the fellow on the bow, you will see Vincie in his white cap. He had never come to terms with the fact that his hair was gone for good , and was never, ever seen without his trademark cap.

Monday, November 10, 2008

Restoration Complete


It took a long time, but the house is finished. The good news is that the gal who restored it, grew up in it. The sad news is she passed away soon after moving in.
Theresa Malich Mueller was only 58 years old, had spent most of her life teaching, and once retired, she and her hubby were thrilled to be able to bring back to life the home where she grew up.
For reasons none of us will ever understand, she was taken way too early from those who loved her. Our prayers go out to her family and past students who made it through tough times because of her "you can do it" attitude. We'll miss you and your boundless energy Theresa :o)

Sunday, November 9, 2008

Lookin Good


Things are lookin good along the waterfont. The "dirty" dirt has been hauled away, "clean" dirt spread in it's place, plus a healthy dose of grass seed and whatever that stuff is that keeps it where they put it. With the warm weather we have been enjoying, it should soon be a lush green.

Saturday, November 8, 2008

Crabby Couple


Would I love to have just one of those crabs for dinner.
They had spent the day with grandpa and father and were headed into Petersburg, Alaska for one terrific meal.

Thursday, November 6, 2008

Understanding Look


I loved this picture. Two old friends speaking with their eyes and I am sure most of us know what they are saying.

Wednesday, November 5, 2008

President-elect Obama


Congratulations to our next president. Our prayers go out to you and your family.
We have come a long way since I was young. And that is good.

Tuesday, November 4, 2008

Rossi For Governor


Yesterday was an interesting day. It started off with a visit to my friend's Dr. for a follow up on his CAT scan. Then to lunch, he had a hot turkey sandwich and I had a hamburger, then it was off to the Dino Rossi rally. Dino was there to meet and greet folks and give his stump speech. 8 years ago I voted for Gore, 4 years ago I voted for Bush and this year I realized I have become pretty much republican, though I do vote for a democrat if I feel he/she is a better candidate. Why anyone would want to put themselves through what politicians go through unless there is a really big payoff or they are saints is beyond me!!!
On the way home from the rally we stopped at the humane society and checked out the many cats and dogs. There were all kinds of every size, color and breed, but the one that caught my eye and was already spoken for was a beautiful male Golden Retriever. He understood every word I said to him and would have squeezed through the chain link fence if it had been at all possible. I didn't get up close to or carry on any kind of conversation with the many pit bull mixes. There is just that look in their eyes that sends me in the opposite direction. There were lots of small dogs, but I have never liked small dogs. Maybe it's that awful high pitched bark or maybe it's because you can't pat them on the back without bending over as they walk beside you.

Monday, November 3, 2008

High Tide


I got a kick out of this picture. It was taken over 20 years ago, early in the morning, of my youngest, in front of the Skansie net shed. We knew there was going to be an especially high tide and thought it would be fun to walk down and check it out before school.
The tide came up over the bulkhead and onto the lawn. Kinda cool!!!

Sunday, November 2, 2008

Fall Colors


The colors of fall are in full glory. This was a much nicer October than last year when Paulo came to visit, leaving his warm mediteranian climate for what seemed like endless rain and cold.
From beginning to end, the month of October had four new-cycle sunspots. August had none at all and many believe the less sunspot activity, the cooler the climate and we have seen a very inactive sun with much cooler weather. Personally, I think "man made" global warming is a bunch of nonsense and all about politics, but I do think we should do all we can to keep our environment as clean as possible for future generations.

Saturday, November 1, 2008

Trick Or Treat Time


Grandkids have arrived and are in search of treats. One is Barbie Princess and the other is a dalmation dog. Kids and parents were blessed with a warm, dry evening and even with the talk of tough times, there were lots of treats for everyone. I am just sorry I didn't have more kids come to the door, cause there is an awful lot of left over candy and guess who will do her part in getting rid of it :o(

Friday, October 31, 2008

Trick Or Treat

Will ya look who's ready to go trick or treating. Amazing what can be accomplished with photoshop.
I still haven't bought any treats for the kiddies yet. I should buy skittles and things not chocolate, but of course will buy snickers, milky ways or three musketeers.
The downtown stores give candy to the kids so the city will close off the main street for a couple of hours to ensure their safety.
Here I go again, but what's wrong with people keeping their kids in their own neighborhoods. It's not like they don't get enough junk as it is. "When I was a kid" we had very few neighbors, and I remember going to the house of a very grumpy old man who he gave us dried bread. Lordy, if one did that today, he would probably be putting his house back together come November 1st.
Here's Halloween advice from a dentist: Let your kids eat their sugary booty in one sitting because enamel-eroding acids linger in the mouth for 20 minutes after each snack session. Guzzle then brush and be done with the whole thing.