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As I’ve alluded to before, I went in search of George Duke’s burial in Shingle Springs, 1867. I had nice chats with Diane in the Depot Diner, and George Turnboo in El Dorado. Goose eggs all around. I’ll need to get the specifics from my cousin when he can find them again. It was a nice drive down Highway 49, through Auburn, across the American River, twisting and turning all the way. The cherries I got from a roadside vendor in El Dorado were quite sweet and delicious. I did get a goodly dose of local history on this day trip. For one thing, most of the cemeteries are abandoned, even built over, or in general disuse. The Shingle Springs Cemetery is not one of those. The Boy Scouts do maintenance work, and the State of California has jurisdiction for internment issues.

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Just a brief jot to say my Subie is in the body shop getting her skirt repaired. Three or four days they say. The cost in time, money, and aggravation has to be paid if I want my EOL car whole again. The car rental people provided me with a GMC Acadia SUV. It even has satellite radio and hands-free phone. (It still drives like a truck though.) Host families are unavailable for the moment, so I got a room in Ojai. I’ll be having coffee with Craig Walker tomorrow, and going back to The Gables for lunch. I’m still thinking about going to Reyes Bar & Grill. The winding road may be a bit much. Getting the blog more of less current, doing laundry at a laundromat(?) and contacting family and friends in the Bay Area is filling my time. No pictures worth uploading. Okay so I found a couple…

Here’s Craig at our chat at Java & Joes.

 

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So much for a days worth of people, places and events. One step at a time.

Here I am at The Gables, with the portrait and plaque of Dr Ethel Percy Andrus, my grandaunt. And a grand lady she was. Founder of AARP (did you get a notice in the mail?). When I was a kid, we would visit her, my grandmother (Maud), and my uncle’s family (they had a horse at one time – envy). She intimidated by to no end. Formal lunches for crying out loud? Napkins? Silverware? What’s with that? At least it was a step up from my father’s tongue sandwiches on pumpernickel. Then there’s the building named in her honor at USC. so when, as a know-it-all kid of 15 years of age, she asked me to have a talk with her in the parlor, little did I realize the potential for a life changing possibility was about to slip through my mental fingers forever. She asked me, quietly and firmly, what I wanted to do with my life. “I’m going to go to college, graduate, and join the Navy and become a jet pilot!” A very reasonable and well-formed answer I thought. She quizzed me as to the aspects of my answer and I stood firm – “jet pilot!” Using a slightly different tack, she asked if I had any interest in the pharmacological sciences. “No way Nana (she hated that term of address, but what did I know?)”. And then it was over. She had an aside with my father, and the topic was never brought up again. It’s my understanding that AARP sells drugs, but you didn’t hear that from me.

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I’ve been staying at my brother Barry’s home for the past four days, and enjoying the weather; coastal, breezy, sunny. I visited with my niece, Shani, her husband Clint, and my first grandnephew, Logan. Barry, Margaret and I went to Ivy Lawn Memorial Cemetery and tried to locate Dr. Ethyl Percy Andrus’ mausoleum but ran out of time, as the maintenance crew had to ready to grounds for Memorial Day. Back at their home, we had a wonderful try-tip steak with rice and steamed spinach. I’m packing up tomorrow to return to another leg of my road trip. My next week or two will center around getting my car repaired. The fender and parts will be here next week while I am up by Santa Cruz. Then I will return to Oxnard and spend three more days with the car in the shop. Then back up north I go again, this time to continue with the “gray road experience.” It will be interesting to see how this all works out, as making firm arrangements is problematic to say the least. Oh well, it’s all good.

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This is the stretch of road I pedaled my one-speed bike to our home. It’s steep, really steep. By the end of the summer, I could go straight up especially the last block, a definite Class 5.

 

Elevation rise: 1000′ in one mile.

Then there’s the home itself: the three sequoias, the architectual elements (carport, second floor bedrooms, pathways), and the view to Catalina Island.

Sequoias planted as seedlings January 1, 1956

Some other pictures – for the record:

Walkway to the front door

Carport

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This is the house my grandfather. Rudolph Schwab built in the early 1900’s. This is the house my father, Randolph Service was born in. This is the house I lived in when I was born. And this house is still there? Of all the houses on Maple Street, this is the only one that remains. The driveway that we poured using Armorcoat cement. The raised curb around the lawn that I used to learn how to ride a bike. The fireplace. the porch. The detached garage, just like I have today. The disbelief is wearing off now, but not by much. We moved out in 1960, this family moved in fifty years later. go Maple Street!

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Sister mine

Sunday, May 20, 2012

I spent some time with sister Margie too. She was missing me, and the longer the “honey-do” list got, the more she missed me. She has been talking to me about her getting a new bed for a year or two. It was high-noon for making her choice, and after a couple of hours surfing the net on our respective laptops, we chose Costco’s offering. A queen sixe S-cape, latex, with a “wall-hugger” feature that keeps the night stand in the same relative place. That done, it was back to her 60″ Samsung in her bedroom, still not able to reach the internet. Then Margie then suggested a new path, and I pushed the button she found on the new router, went back to the set-up menu, and badda bing, badda boom – connected! It was a short time later she had Pandora, Netflix, YouTube. At last. For not going out, we got a lot accomplished

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