Showing posts with label visiting. Show all posts
Showing posts with label visiting. Show all posts

Wednesday, August 30, 2023

Going for Nostalgia

 

               On Monday we met with a gal that we had gone to Church with when we lived in West Valley.  She said the ward has now been dissolved.  Oh, that makes sense.  The last time I attended in 2017 the numbers were down and the ward page has since disappeared from facebook.

          Christy teaches at a school in Magna.  We took the bus out there and had a Mexican lunch.  It was nice to visit with her and catch up on some happenings. After we parted ways Jai and I took the bus back to Fairbourn and went to the library and took some pictures – two of which are found in this post 

          Jaime had conned Todd into taking her to see Coraline at the theater. He drove her and his two eldest to meet his niece who worked at the theater and they watched it together.  Afterwards Jaime treated Uncle Todd and her cousins to ice cream at Arctic Circle. I chose to stay home with Shelly and Jerry.  The heat of the day had worn me out and I needed to rest.



Wednesday, June 8, 2022

Tony’s Family Vacation part 1

         All three of the boys have said they would come visit though only two have made it.  Randy brought his family over Memorial weekend last year. This year Tony said he would leave Salt Lake after Jaimes graduation.  He left on the forth. They came by way of California so that they could see the Redwoods.  We did not realize that we lived so close. We had suggested to them that they could stop at the Vortex on the way here but by the time they got there, it was almost time to close.  And then the GPS led them some funky way.  For they were only forty minutes out but took to hours to get to us.

        They chose not to stay with us as their middle child is allergic to dogs.  Though we did put Bonnie in the kennel on Monday morning, Liz still has allergies.  She remembered having been there before and was quite excited about her stay.  Jaime was not excited.  They do tend to miss one another when theyre apart.

                We played games for a few hours the first day they were with us.  They left after seven to check into the hotel in Roseburg 22 minutes away. Yesterday morning we took a squirrely way to get to Bandon.  Rochelle, my grandkids and I walked around old town Bandon while Tony, Richard and Jaime went fishing.  I led the other four around the pier.  The youngest two climbed on statues while the other two took pictures and after a while Liz whipped out her little camera and she started taking pictures. 

 


I was hoping that the trolley would be running, but currently is not because of budget cuts.  After we looked at a fish made of garbage we went back near where we had started and crossed the street over to the Washed Ashore museum and looked at more sculptures.  They enjoyed it.  And then we had lunch.

Richard had reserved three places on a charter.  Evidently there had been a lot of turbulence and both Richard and Tony got sick and threw up. But Richard did manage to catch one fish. Jaime, who hates seafood and fish, caught ten.

Four of the adults were tired.  Neither the 18 year old (Jaime) nor those belonging to Rochelle and Tony understand what tired it.  Tony, who had initially looked to be in worse shape than Richard, regained his color and ate some food.  Richard had some tea and ate a while after that.  He felt awful.  At least thats the impression he gave.  It was too cold for the beach.  Dont imagine those that had ridden the boat even cared.  I think the children had forgotten my mention of it.

We had parted ways and Tony and Rochelle took the kids back to Roseburg. It is so weird coming home and not having Bonnie at the door to greet us. I think all three of us went to bed earlier than usual.  Our agenda for to today is to just take things easy play games while Tony and Rochelle take care of their laundry.

Thursday, August 2, 2018

Part of the Elite



            During my entire lifetme, I don't recall having been invited into someone's circle to hang out because they really wanted me to.  Oh, there was the time when Crystal and Jennifer had invited me to hang out after elementary school - and seemed genuine about their request.  I couldn't imagine why they would invite me. But it was just the one time.  It never went anywhere.

       For the first time that I can recall, I am now a part of a intimate circle of four.  They have requested my presence.  They would invite me even before they got to know Jenna - whom everybody loves.  They admire her.  She's fun and somehow I seemed to have made that reputation for myself  - that I, too, am fun to hang with.

       Perhaps it's the state.  I was raised in Utah - small town that somehow grew bigger with every passing year.  When my mom had first moved to the neighborhood, she felt as though she were living in "no man's land" because it felt so barren.  Well, yes.  She was raised in San Francisco.  I'm sure the entire Salt Lake county seems dense compared to San Francisco.

       I remember having to be driven everywhere when I younger.  There was a gas station over on the next street over, but he did not offer a convenient store of any kind.  There was a 7-11 on the other side of State Street that we would sometimes walk to.  Traffic wasn't near as heavy as what it is now.  I shake my head at the very idea that we had crossed the street so often.  Perhaps mom wasn't aware.
           
      After a while buildings started to spring up.  We had over 40 fast food places within walking distance before I got married.  I don't know when it was that I became so uptight and unhappy - but I think it was rather early in my life.  I loved my family, but I didn't love the congestion.  The older I got, the more uptight I became - though I would try to work on it.  Overall, I probably was not the most pleasant person to be around.  Perhaps that's why no one ever offered for me to join their circle.

       I'm 56 now and this is the first time I can remember being part of a group (outside of church activities or going out for lunch with a few co-workers).  We meet at a local coffee house just to hang out and visit. I usually have water or day-old pastry if available.  The other day our small group car pooled to Winston right after class.  I had collected change from the piggy banks in order to make my Taco Tuesday purchase - only Taco Tuesday prices don't start until 4:00.  It was only 11:00.  I was hungry but strapped as usual.  One of the group members picked up my tab. They want me there enough that they will pay for me.  I've never had that before.

      One time we were invited to an expensive dinner and have a charity dinner coming up.  I have also invited the three of them to watch the dress rehearsal coming up for Jenna and Roland. It feels great to be included and to feel such genuine friendships that I have never experienced before.  It takes some getting used to.   

      Perhaps there are several others who may not classify our group as elite.  At least three of us felt like outcasts during our school years.  Perhaps we all feel that sometimes now.  We support one another in ways that perhaps we hadn't known before.  I like hanging with my small group of friends.

Monday, July 2, 2018

Salem Adventures



                It took us just under two hours drive when we had gone to the Enchanted Forrest in March - not that it was our destination yesterday - but we did not even pass the sign until almost three hours later.  Our destination was another twenty-five minutes north. 

            The online school had sent an announcement of two upcoming open house/conventions - one in Boise and one in Salem. We sent an RSVP for Salem.  The convention was to start at 7:00 p.m.

            I have a cousin who lives in Salem.  Though I have lived in Oregon for three years now, we have never been able to get together until now.  We made arrangements to visit with him and his wife at 5:00.  I called Zach at 4:45 as we were still on the road in non-moving congestion - which by the way I have not had to deal with for the past three years and so had not even thought about it.  We passed three police cars - or three sets rather - on the way up.  I could see the flashing lights and thought there had been an accident ahead, but when we passed, it appeared that someone had been pulled over for speeding.  Really?  We are now slowed down from 50 - 35 - non-moving to pass a speeder? 

            I saw construction signs but no construction.  From Sweet Home to Albany . . . bumper to bumper.  Just before we got to Salem the flow of traffic was normal - like all the cars and trucks that had been moving at 10 mph had been beamed up into the sky - there hadn't been any exits.  Where'd everybody go?  That was weird.

            We had a great visit with Zach and Amy.  Amy allowed Jenna to be in her art studio, draw and use her stamps.  Jenna was enjoying herself.  Zach and I mostly listened as Roland monopolized the conversation.  And then Amy, then me.  I think Zach spoke the least amount of words.

            We visited with them less than two hours before we excused ourselves to go to the convention.  We should have brought them with us and continued to visit, as the only participants to show up for the open house were 6 faculty representatives and us.  Needless to say, we were able to eat all the food that we wanted.  Jenna and I may have each had an entire quart of lemonade.  We helped ourselves to tee shirts and fidget spinners.  We won the door prizes that were offered. 

            Our initial plans were to pop in, get some food, and probably leave.  But we ended up staying for the entire thing.  Roland sat at the table with five members.  They talked about upcoming programs, how to improve certain areas and so forth.  Jenna and I talked with the only other female there.  We didn't go into depth as much as the guys, but did have a nice visit and talked about important things like movies, the theatre, Utah vs. Oregon.  We should have gotten a picture with ourselves and the vice president - whom Roland informs me is 80 years old.  Can you imagine?

            It took us an hour less of time for the return home.  Seems like it always takes longer to reach the destination than the return home.  In this case, it is actual.
             Roland's going to be tired today.  Less than five hours of sleep last night. 

            Jenna's home from camp now.  Anxious for tonight's theatre rehearsal.  I may take a nap while she and Roland are gone.

Friday, May 26, 2017

Not Bad for Under Two Years


          When I was 7th grade, the mandatory history class focused on American history and Utah history.  We had first did a brief study on Europe and the reasons given for explorers making their way to the American continent. 
I don't recall a lot on either Revolutionary or Civil Wars though I'm certain that each was mentioned.  We cruise through Utah history as 95% of the class had been raised in the LDS church and obviously knew more about Utah's history than the text book - which had Joseph Smith martyred by hanging - in Utah.  Joseph Smith was not hung nor did he live long enough to see the Church move toward the Utah territory. 
          That is just one example that I remember.  The instructor was not LDS, but he could see that the class wasn't going to budge - weather right or wrong. I think we ended up skipping three chapters.  It was toward the end of the year anyway.  So how much of what we had already learned had even been accurate?  The entire book could have been done on speculation without resources to back up the so called information.

          Jenna's social studies have been focusing on pyramids and castles????? That's all well and good for those of us who live abroad, but wouldn't it actually be more useful and beneficial to start with your own state and country before expanding into places you might not actually ever get to.  I'm almost 55 years old.  The only castle that I've seen is the one Walt Disney had built for Disneyland.  It doesn't fit the history of the castles that Jenna has been learning about.



          We live in Oregon now.  I want to know about Oregon, specifically Douglas County.  I want to know the history of the things that are tangible to me - not the man-made architectures that I may never see.  All history is important - but not all are priorities - not for me anyway.  I've been trying to understand this county ever since we got here.


          The other day I was visiting with my friend Carolyn (mentioned in this post) and she showed me a Douglas County visitors guide (2017) that had come with the latest edition of the newspaper she recieves (I'm guessing Sunday's edition of the News Review)

         I'm aware that there are many who may live in a state or country all of their lives and not see any tourist attractions.  I am proud to say that I have seen (or are at least familiar with) more than half of what is considered Douglas County's top 10. 




          Before we were fully unpacked, one of the first things that we looked into was getting library cards. Roland found a video of the Roseburg Blast.  Wow!  Very informative.  It was mind blowing, heart breaking . . . very well done, I thought.  Certainly a lot more informative and more impressive than the Douglas Museum of History and Natural History.  After having visited many museums in Salt Lake City, the Douglas Museum was actually quite disappointing.  In this case, I am happy to have watched the video first.

published August 7, 1959






           I'd taken pictures of the lumber yards shortly after we moved here.  Some of these I've already posted back in 2015.




taken in Riddle


Glendale









           Even Myrtle Creek had once thrived on lumber dependency.  See here and here

from the Myrtle Creeks Day Parade July 2015

This was the picture in the News Review brochure

Ireland Trucking participates in July and December parades


           I had only learned about the owls earlier this month.




           Roseburg isn't always windy, but does seem to be windier than myrtle creek.  Just this past Saturday we had looked sheds before moving to inside the store and finding plastic owls and other finds for our yard and house.  The wind was howling something fierce and it felt like the tin sheds would rip out and blow away.





          I have been to Crater Lake only once.  This picture was taken in September when my brother Corey, came to visit.

taken September 2015





          I have not heard of Little River Rapids.  I have pictures of both north and south Umpqua rivers.  Mostly South - as the Umpqua bridge in these photos takes you from I5 ramp 108 to downtown Myrtle Creek


North Umpqua September 2015

North Umpqua July 2016

South Umpqua from railroad tracks of 4th St. January 2017

North Umpqua July 2016

South Umpqua November 2015

South Umpqua January 2017

South Umpqua November 2015

South Umpqua March 2017

         



          I have not been to Yoncalla.  I am familiar with its name and location on the map

  


now called Yoncalla High; taken from web


          I think we had gone to Drain when we were looking at houses.  I would have guessed "Douglas High" would have been in Roseburg



          I am so NOT into sports. 

scanned from News Review's Visitor's Guide 2017



          In addition to the 10 things to know were articles that featured great parks to visit, spectacular waterfalls (I had only been to Watson)

Watson falls from Corey's photos


and music.


Also a little blurb on Diamond Lake.  Corey and I stopped by to take pictures when he was here in September 2015.



I cropped this from one I had taken at Diamond Lake

Corey took this one of me


          There was also an article that featured Historic Oakland a city north of Roseburg. 


We missed the 2016 event, but I will be certain to put this on my agenda for 2018. 

Looks fun.