Monday, April 16, 2012

Marina Park & Gelato

This is a post designed to lure all of you out here to visit us. It's a BEAUTIFUL place!

All these sculptures are in the several block area where we walked Saturday evening. The pictures of the sculptures were taken last spring.  Kirkland has many more sculptures scattered throughout the town. 

 
 
Dinner at Cafe Happy - one of our favorite restaurants

Now for the pictures we took at Marina Park Saturday evening. We live about a 15 minute walk from this park on Lake Washington. 


  Many big boats were tied up at the city dock Saturday

Dessert - the gelato here is fantastic





Saturday, April 14, 2012

Mickey Mouse Club


MICKEY MOUSE CLUB

M - I – C -- K – E - Y    M-O-U-S-E
[Imagine singing] 

The Mickey Mouse Club TV show must have ended about 6pm right when Dad got home from work. We weren’t allowed to watch much TV but this show was on at a time that would keep us out from under Mom's feet as she got dinner ready. I remember Dad coming into the den, standing with his hand over his heart, and singing the closing song with us. This clip of the closing song brought back great memories. I didn’t remember how s-l-o-w it was. 


The initial series started in October 1955 and ran through 1959 on ABC. Here’s a clip of the introduction. It says it’s from the 1960s but it’s got to be very close to what we saw when we were watching it. All the words to the songs came back instantly!


We never had mouse ear hats or any of the other paraphernalia. Many of the songs did become part of my life. Jiminy Cricket taught me to spell “encyclopedia" and “Mississippi.” Every time I spell these words, I sing them in my head. 


Annette was my favorite Mouseketeer. Mom knit a sweater for me that was just like one Annette wore in an episode of “Spin and Marty.” That was one of the most special gifts she ever gave me.





Friday, April 13, 2012

Watch With Me One Hour

Leaving most of His disciples behind, Christ asked Peter, James, and John to go with him further into the Garden of Gethsemane. Then He asked these three, "tarry ye here, and watch with me." Jesus went off to pray to His Father. When He returned, He found Peter, James, and John asleep, roused them, and asked,

Again, Christ went off to pray. When He returned, he found them asleep again. This time He didn't wake them. After another prayer, Christ returned to find them still asleep. He woke them and told them "the hour is at hand."

I ask this question of myself. Am I doing all I can to "watch" with Christ - to do what He has asked me to do? Do I miss out on opportunities to serve Christ by loving and serving others because I can't muster what it takes to "watch with Him one hour?"





Thursday, April 12, 2012

Around & About Kirkland

There is beauty all around
These pictures were taken at Heritage Park
Looking towards downtown Kirkland
Downtown Kirkland is on Lake Washington. Our son's office is in the brick building to the left of the sailboats in the back of the picture. The area used to be a shipyard. The bushes in the front of the picture are blackberry bushes. They are a major nuisance and huge problem because they crowd out native plants. 
Interesting houses on the edge of the park. Notice the kite in the middle of the picture - beautiful day
Bald Eagle watches. He/she? was at the top of a VERY tall tree. I wonder if it's the eagle mentioned in this article. 
Joe with Kirkland in the distance
The skyscrapers in the distance are in downtown Seattle.





Wednesday, April 11, 2012

Maude - Mary Elizabeth Neely Todd Pepper


March 11, 1905 to July 16, 1983


about 1936
about 1938


MARY ELIZABETH NEELY TODD PEPPER
Joe Todd’s Mother

My Mother is Mary Elizabeth Neely Todd Pepper – “Betty to her friends” born 11 April 1905 in Brownsville, TX where her Father Alonzo Solon Neely was doing his medical residency and her Mother was Elizabeth Gilmore Neely. She died in Urbana, OH on 16 July 1983 as a result of a heart attack. She was survived by Ray Emerson Pepper her second husband and my loving stepfather (born 19 June 1915 in Cleveland, OH and died 20 September 1996 in Urbana, OH). My Mother had only one child – me. My Father’s name was Joseph Robertson Todd  (8/4/1905 to 9/25/1964).

My Mother spent her early years living in New Albany, IN where her Father had a downtown storefront medical office. In addition he was the OH (KY) River bridge doctor until one day he had to scoot himself sitting down on a single steel girder out into the middle of the River and retrieve a worker with a broken leg pulling him all the way back at which time he set the man’s leg and quit the position. My Mother had one brother, John Irving Neely (2/14/1914 to 9/1983). At some point the Neely family moved to Indianapolis, IN

My Mother contracted Rheumatic fever sometime in Indianapolis high school. She went to recuperate down to Louisville, KY to live with her one of her Mother’s sisters Francis Gilmore who was a wealthy man’s nurse in his old age. They spent part of their time in KY and in FL including traveling to Cuba. My understanding is that she never spent much sustained time with her parents after that. She liked the wealthy lifestyle and that created conflicts with her father – a doctor who didn’t even send bills for his services. She attended Randolph Macon College (a girls’ college at the time) in VA for one year and then transferred to Indiana University where she met and married my Father and graduated in 1928 with a B.A. degree with a major in French. After college gradutation, my Father went to work as an account executive for Indianapolis Service Engraving Co. – a print advertising firm.

From 1928 until the summer of 1940, my Mother and Father lived at 912 Bolton Ave. in a house they built in Irvington (Indianapolis) IN. We then moved to 618 St. Clair Ave., Grosse Pointe, MI.

While living on Bolton she was very active in the League of Women Voters and was considering a run for the IN state legislature, but moved to Grosse Pointe. While in Grosse Point she continued her activity in the League of Women Voters. When WW 2 got underway in Dec of 1941 she became the Air Raid Warden for our block and later became the Chairwomen for the Greater Detroit War Bond effort. She also participated in a number of other war related community activities.

In the Summer of 1945 my Mother got divorced and moved to Indianapolis, IN – the same city that her parents (Alonzo Solon and Elizabeth Gilmore Neely – “Mamaw and Trapper” to me) lived. Even though she had a college degree, it was not in teaching or nursing about the only jobs that paid a decent salary that would employ women. So her first job that summer was working for a detective agency that was hired to check up on movie house employees to see if they were stealing money. Her assignment was to buy a ticket and then note whether they tore it in two when she entered or kept it whole presumably to resell it and pocket the money. By fall she became a receptionist for Arthur Murray Dance Studio. She lived in a room on Capital Ave. I spent some time in Indianapolis that summer and most of it in Bloomington, IN with my grandparents. I thought I was going to live with my Grandparents Joseph Clinton and Emily Robertson Todd (Far and Lala) and was enrolled in Indiana University Elementary School. But, at the last minute three days before the start of school that didn’t work out and I was deposited in Howe Military School for two years. I didn’t find out until I was in my fifties that it was because my Mother would not turn over legal custody to Far and Lala (who were paying all the bills and would have been responsible for me). Mamaw and Trapper could not take me because they were going to have to be responsible for Jack Neely’s son, Jackie Neely, who was four years younger than I and was difficult to handle.

From receptionist at Arthur Murray’s my Mother quickly advanced to dance instructor and moved to Dayton, OH. I spent part of a summer the next year in Dayton and lived in a room at the Drurrips’ home. I had a job for about 3 weeks as a golf course caddy. I got fired when I refused to pick a ball out of a practice hole that the fellow was standing right over. I said, “ you pick it up since you’re standing right over it !”

My Mother then went on to become Assistant Manager and then Manager of Arthur Murray’s Ft. Wayne, IN. I spent part of that summer living with my Mother in a room at the Charlestons’ house and between my other grandparents before going back to Howe Military School.

A couple of years later my Mother started at Wolfe and Desaurs Department Store in Ft. Wayne, IN as an interior decorator – this became her career.

While during the three years my Mother and I were in Ft. Wayne, IN she was always working as I was also while going to high school -  we were not close – we rarely ever had any meals together or had any activities together – I can recall only once going to Church together - - - she never the less was very supportive of me during some critical times. As an example, this was in the Joseph McCarthy era and the beginning of the “Cold War” – McCarthy, a senator from Wisconsin became famous for a short period of time finding a “Communist” around every corner until he was exposed as a fraud. Not that there were not a number of communists and a few Communists, but McCarty was very free with the accusation. He even called George C. Marshall a Communist. Marshall was Army Chief of Staff during WW2, then Secretary of State and later Secretary of Defense during the Korean war. He authored the Marshall Relief Plan to bind war torn Europe together to withstand the Soviet Union. A  high school friend of mine’s father called the FBI and said I was a Communist. The FBI contacted the school, my Mother,  a Unitarian minister who was afraid to talk to me after that,  and a car dealer I had talked to – the school would not let me join the Ft. Wayne North side High School History Club that I had pushed the school to start – I had wanted it to be called the “World History Club” – they did let me join the “Camera Club”.  My Mother stood by me and supported me. She provided support when it counted. Later in life, I could never have been cleared by the FBI to work in the U.S. Naval Security Group with a relationship to the National Security Agency if I had been a Communist or associated with questionable activities.

When she married Ray Pepper and moved to Urbana, OH she went to work for the Rock Shop in Urbana as an interior decorator. Her career there was very exceptional. Two of her clients were a husband/wife team of scientists working for Nestles who were developing a decaffeinated coffee as well as Bill Saxbe who was the OH attorney general and AG under Richard Nixon and then Senator. Clients often flew her on their private plane to the Chicago and S. Carolina markets. She continued at the Rock Shop in Urbana, OH until she retired (not sure what year).

My Mother liked to be part of elite, throwback to the Louisville years and lifestyle – but she couldn’t break into the elite of Urbana; she was the wife of teacher – and considered an outsider in small town society. She tried the Urbana League of Women Voters but never really fit in and soon lost interest.  Later in life Ray and Maude became quite active in Urbana Theater activities. 

My Mother liked to have things with a flair – for guests she always had Anna Kelly the person who cleaned the house do the serving, rang a bell for service, and used very good dinner ware. Early in life she had rich auburn hair and later in life had orange/red dyed hair – she had fancy jewelry – fancy dresses. Ray Pepper always supported her, but was himself a very plain down to earth person. They learned how to accommodate each other.

I loved my Mom but I never really knew her the way I knew and loved Mamaw (Elizabeth Gilmore Neely and Dr. Alonzo Solon "Trapper" Neely). I was Mamaw’s sunshine and she was mine.















Tuesday, April 10, 2012

Black Fire On White Fire

Black fire on white fire - I heard an author use the phrase "black fire on white fire." He said it had to do with the words on a page versus the meaning of the words and what we experience when we read the words

I'd never heard the phrase before. It stuck with me and I did some Googling (the MicroSoft people in this area would prefer we'd Bing instead of Google). Here's what I found.

The phrase comes from Jewish Midrash. The Torah is written "black fire on white fire" - black fire being the letters of the Torah and white fire the spaces between the letters. The whole of the Torah is made of of the black letters and white spaces. The white space can represent ideas that go beyond the text OR interpretations, applications, and teachings that result from reading the text OR what we feel or see when we read between the lines. There's much more fascinating background. Google or Bing for yourself and see what you find. 

From one commentator - "It's the white fire that gives the black fire its foundation." 
From another - "The Torah ... is not merely dry ink written on dead parchment. Its words live, and the silent white parchment beneath represents the non-verbal depth and sanctity underlying God's revealed word." 

Some of my thoughts - Engagement with the "white fire" is what makes some books page turners. When I struggle getting through a book it's probably because I'm just connecting with the "black fire" of the page and, for whatever reason, I haven't connected with the "white fire." Reading and studying scriptures - Do I diligently study the text to find messages from God and to apply the teachings to my life? 

I'll never look at the white space around text in the same way again. 

Black fire on white fire 





Monday, April 9, 2012

Grandpa's Pink Cadillac

Grandpa photographs the Holton children in their Easter finery - 1955

The Holtons were practical people and that was reflected in cars and other possessions. The exception was Grandpa's pink Cadillac. I'm pretty sure that's the pink Cadillac in the left of this picture. I could be wrong because I usually didn't pay much attention to cars, especially when I was young. 

I remember the pink Cadillac because Grandpa was VERY excited about it. We didn't see Grandpa excited very often. I also remember it because he said it was "titty pink." That just wasn't a word used in polite company. He explained it was the color of pig tits (like those out at his farms). I was always embarrassed when he talked about the color of his car. 

I looked up paint colors for 1954 and 1955 Cadillacs. Several websites said Cadillac didn't offer a pink car until 1955. The color was called Pacific Coral; it looks more orange than pink. This was definitely a PINK car.  1954 Cadillac paint chips    1955 Cadillac paint chips

Interestingly, I found references to Elvis Presley and his pink Cadillacs. This picture here is the color I remember. A number of websites say Presley had the car painted pink; it wasn't originally pink. Another site says he bought a 1954 pink and white Cadillac Fleetwood Series 60 Special Sedan. The Holtons weren't Elvis fans so I can't imagine there was ANY connection between Grandpa, Elvis, and the pink Cadillac.