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- Second Summer Respite
Things have been a might hectic with plethora of ranges for our emotions for about two months for the Jewells in the Southwest corner. That is my excuse for not having many posts. i have at least a half dozen in the hopper, unfinished because…i just flat ran out of gas, both the literal and figurative kind. Now that we are home for a while and things seem to be settling down (as if they ever really settle down), i plan to complete those unfinished posts.
We have had two summer respites thus far, trips to places and people dear to us. The first one had some serious ups and downs. But the one from which we returned Saturday was pure joy and relaxation.
We spent almost a week in Sonoma. Alan and Maren Hicks again were our hosts. As usual, they were phenomenal. The couple and i go back to Vanderbilt days.
This venture to either San Francisco or Sonoma has been an outgoing outing for us. Maren and Maureen are simply amazing together. Their likes, their tastes and their grasp of the world fit perfectly. Alan and i are like…or rather are brothers since we pledged Kappa Sigma at Vanderbilt in 1962.
Their home in Sonoma is my other “briar’s patch.” It is a perfect size with wonderful landscaping and a backyard that faces a Sebastiani vineyard, which we can and do walk through. As usual, the weather was perfect.
The bayside of the Marshal House oyser place on Tomales Bay. This trip included a beautiful drive to Tomales Bay to dine at The Marshall Store featuring fresh, i mean fresh, oysters, and other seafood. Dining is outside, often chilly from the wind off the bay. Incredible place, wonderful views.
The Hicks also took us for a day trip to the De Young Museum in Golden Gate Park where we saw an amazing exhibit on Claud Monet’s Impressionist works. Awed, i was.
But the best part was being with these two folks: just like having 60-plus years roll back.
Friday evening, Alan picked up some barbeque for dinner, rivaled Texas BBQ. Before hand, we retired to a backyard corner and enjoyed each other’s company with a pre-dinner cocktail.
The respite, for us, was much needed. We headed back to the Southwest corner on a great flight, just to make it all as good as it could get. Alaska Airlines flies a non-stop from San Diego to Santa Rosa, a small airport with no jetways. We walked to and then from the plane on the tarmac.
Later tonight after a day of unpacking, i will abscond to my retreat by my chiminea. i will start the fire and reflect on the trip and relax.
It’s even good in my new memories. Thanks, Alan and Maren.
- somewhere there is an island
somewhere there is an island
somewhere in the seas
somewhere
exactly where no one knows
but
somewhere
between here and there
i’ve been there once
wish i could go again
there is no one there now
the sun is ne’er hid
behind the pure white cumulus clouds
until
the dark descends
and
the moon and stars captivate
with their white light
no one knows,
no
no one knows
the longing to return to
this island somewhere
brings me solace
that is all for which i ask
this island
somewhere. - Memorial
i climbed my hill this morning just before eight o’clock. The day thus far was a seaport gray. i felt it was appropriate for this day designated to honor those who had died in defense and support of our country, our constitution. It felt somber:
The top of the hill also was an appropriate place to take time to honor those with whom i served and the others that had passed on due to their military service.
You aren’t likely to be able to see them, but on the coast to the left of Point Loma at the edge of our land, moored along the coast are the ships of the Pacific Fleet, i barely could make them out, but they are there. Appropriate.
i saluted the Ensign as it hung two-blocked on the flagstaff. i paused in the silence, and looked at the vista of homes of the affluent, nearly all with pools in their backyard and wondered if the occupants were also thanking the men and women who had defended their right to live as comfortably as they lived and if they understood what a wonderful government we have because it is governed by the constitution and should not be violated, in law, regulation, or spirit, the document those brave people had given their lives to defend.
At 8:00 a.m. exactly, i lowered the flag to half mast according to the tradition in U.S. Flag regulations. i stood back at saluted. i wore a ball cap worn on my last ship, the USS Yosemite. Although i was not in uniform, i used the cap as my reason for leaving the cap in place and saluting as i had innumerable times while in the Navy (instead of taking it off, holding it in my left hand and placing my hand over my hard, a civilian salute also accoring the the Flag regulations).
i stood in silence remembering military friends i have lost and all of the others with great affection. i especially thought of Commander Al Pavich and Major Marty Linville. They were two of my closest friends while i was in the Navy. Both passed over that bridge too soon, Al in 2022 and Marty in 2024, because what they suffered during Vietnam service.
i descended the hill. i will return at noon to two-block the Ensign, again according to U.S. Flag regulations.
As i descended the hill, i thought about how In the last week or so, my email and social media have been inundated with folks trying to use the day for honoring our lost military members to hawk their goods and services. “Sales” they call it. Sad i call it. i hoped they, at least for a moment today, honoring those folks who gave their lives for them. i hope all of us do.
This is a great country because of the constitution those folks defended. i hope we have the sense not to violate that constitution and the military members that defended it. We owe that to those we honor today.
- coming home (with apologies to John Masefield and Robert Louis Stevenson)
the lone teenager walked down the creosote wood pier;
the visored lady warriors loomed over him;
he crossed the brow,
saluting the Ensign on the fantail
as he had been trained
before descending into the bowels of the ship,
returning to the 01 level below the bridge
to stand at parade rest
while his visored lady warrior stood out
of Narragansett Bay
to
his first time at sea,
which became his new home.
the wind combed his hair;
the night cold gave him strength:
the trail of the moon gave him peace;
while standing at the rail one evening,
the mistress of the sea reached up
to grab his heart;
the green water forging over the bow
washed his soul;
the doldrums taught him patience;
the stars to navigate by
showed him the way;
the heels and rolls of his warrior
brought him balance;
the thickened, old, black coffee
gave him endurance;
water spouts, flying fish;
dolphins playing across and under the bow;
clear nights with millions, millions of stars and planets,
the swish of the bow wake down the sides;
the dark clouds and their lightning;
the angry storms of immense proportion;
the cloudless days with light winds
with every hue of blue of the sea;
showed him awe-striking beauty;
eventually, he discovered the sea’s mistress
who had took his heart
would talk to him and he to her;
and
life at sea fit him.finally, he left
his visored lady warriors and the sea’s mistress
to roam the roads of his world
for a while
before
he returned to the small town of his birth
in the heart of Tennessee
to be interred beside his folks:
he had finally come back home. - Patsy
Patricia Raye Boggs, Maureen’s older sister, passed away last night at the Lemon Grove Rehabilitation Center, (Lemon Grove is the town where she was raised).
i will elaborate oyn my feelings here later. This is a tough one. Her family is taking it well.
Patsy was tough, strong, intelligent, talented, and loving to a fault. i will miss her greatly.
