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Goodbye, Grandpa C

Because he passed away today, on his 92nd Birthday, I am reposting from last year.

When I met you in 1972 (at the tender age of 9 years), I thought you were pretty scary. I was impressed by the sonorous voice with which you expressed your opinion on everything and anyone from the easy chair which you occupied as though it were a throne.

I soon learned that, at least as far as we kids were concerned, your voice was much more bark than bite.

One of my fondest memories is of sitting with you in one of those summers in the early ’70s, watching Judge Sirica preside over the Watergate hearings, accompanied by your critical and sometimes very funny running commentary. I remember it as if it were yesterday. I think that those times spent with you played a fundamental role in my interest in politics as an adult.

I remember your garden, your compost, you growing tomatoes and corn in the backyard.

I will never forget the refuge you and Grandma C. gave me when I fled my first marriage. I was overwhelmed and deeply moved by your protective instincts when you offered to “lock this house down like Fort Knox if you want me to” when that husband was about to make an appearance. I also remember the trust you placed in me when you loaned me the money for a transatlantic flight home.

Thank you for everything, Grandpa C.
There is a big place in my heart for you.

Rest in peace.

Scenes from the Past

My maternal grandparents and their four oldest daughters (I think the youngest two had not been born yet).
Judging by my mother’s age, I’d say the picture was taken about 1949/1950.

(From left to right)
My mother R, her sister M., sister G. (may they all rest in peace) and the oldest sister M.

Happy Birthday!

to my father, the best mentor, sounding board and moral compass that a person can be blessed with.

Happy Birthday!
Happy Birthday!

He’s a poet,  he’s a picker,
he’s a prophet, he’s a pusher
He’s a pilgrim and a preacher and a problem when he’s stoned
He’s a walkin’ contradiction,
partly truth and partly fiction
Takin’ every wrong direction on his lonely way back home.

(Kris Kristofferson, Pilgrim 33)

Seeing Mom Again

Update: Motorcycle Tour with Mom through the lovely countryside this morning. (Details later, but she enjoyed it) ! Yeah, Mom!

I can now finally write about why I have been spending so much time cleaning and had no time to post here.

My Mom is visiting from stateside – flew in Thursday and came to stay with me yesterday – I haven’t seen her in five years. It was a surprise visit for most of the family, especially for Friedl, who has her 90th birthday today. There will be lots of family, from all over, celebrating with Friedl this afternoon.

Pictures later.