The Peach Clan Reunion is fast approaching, and a break from blogging is in order. My parents are coming for 2+ weeks. They’re in their upper 80’s, and their health has declined over the past couple years. My brother and I have planned a 4-generation gathering.
Needless to say, it’s going to be a busy time – beach, Iris Festival, bonfires, crab-bakes, and lots of loud talking since my mom is vision-impaired and my dad is hearing-impaired. I’ll be focusing on them and making sure that we all have a wonderful time making memories.
Since I won’t be around for almost 3 weeks (Wowza), I leave you with a beautiful post by blogger Sue Vincent. I hope you hop over to read.
I’ve closed comments here since I’m off to the airport to pick the folks up. I’ll see you soon. ❤
Welcome back to Jazz Age Wednesdays. As much as I love Pip and her friends, I was in the mood for a change of pace. Today is the premier of a new mini-series. It is not in the “Pip-verse” but it still takes place during the Roaring Twenties. I hope my “voice” is different enough to distinguish this story from the ones featuring Pip.
A while back Rob Goldstein offered to do some 1920s images for me, when one of my tales reminded him of stories his grandmother told him. He mentioned a song his grandmother sang to him called “Don’t Bring Lulu.” Right away I wanted to do a story related to it.
Don’t Bring Lulu
For several weeks, Rob and I have had a great time playing with ideas for this story. He quickly sent me several images for potential “Lulus,” and he created additional…
By the third day of lagoon swimming Calista had managed to swim out as far as a two and a half from Johnson Island, and Harmony, visiting the other bodies that existed within the atoll: Akau, Hikina, and Sand Islands. Like most of Johnson Islands, the other three were man-made, created from dredged coral. Calista needed to sit on the north shore of Sand Island as she didn’t believe she was strong enough to swim the remaining mile and a half back to her bungalow.
While resting Calista asked Harmony a question that has been on her mind for the last day. “Do you miss the land?”
Harmony gave her mentee a questioning look. “You mean as ‘Do you miss not being able to walk on dry land?'”
“Hum.” She considered the question for a second. “No.”
I still remember the very first night on the job at Hewlett-Packard’s main building “on the hill” in Palo Alto, California. Fewer than half of the fluorescent light fixtures were switched on. The slanted rows of skylights that dominated the ceiling were dark. The only sounds were the voices of the half-dozen or so fellow employees chatting and laughing as we all awaited the arrival of the shift supervisor.
The fresh experience of working overnights was something I anticipated with a mixture of curiosity and delight. I looked forward to merging into the nighttime culture of what was not yet known as “Silicon Valley”. This is my most vivid memory of the summer of 1974.
My great-uncle Ivan was the coffee man at a different H.P. plant in Palo Alto–Building 17. He recommended that I apply for work at his company because he had heard they were hiring. Ivan said…