Tornado

Well One Week from MOVERS and I’ve spent a few hours in front of the computer instead of packing, trying to tidy some loose strings…ever any end to loose strings when you’re moving?  How does life get so complicated?  Oh yeah, it’s all those little moments of putting papers, bits, etc. in a hypothetical drawer.  I’m putting my life in a BIG drawer, called a storage unit, in just a week from now, after which I won’t miss…
just remembered I put the kettle on as the smell of hot metal just reached the bedroom. …

The background for packing…yesterday and today, the tornado in Okla City.  Such huge forces are moving through so many lives this year. So many heart-opening experiences.

Mysteries of the cedar chest

Any information on these ladies is desired.  When we moved my mother to Connecticut she gave me an old cedar chest that I’d never seen opened – it had been in the attic of the house where I grew up and not downstairs where I could have snooped in it.  When I asked her, my mother was unsure what these are or how they came to her.  Two Great Aunts who seem to have accumulated things from Europe are the most likely source, but alas they have long passed on. These appear to be souvenier dolls from the early1900’s from three towns around Turin, Italy.  Imagine the two spinsters, sisters, on their sea voyage, two weeks on the ocean, and perhaps a few months in Europe before returning home to their retirement in southern Delaware near the Maryland border.

(Italian) Dolls – plastic, painted; felt & satin clothes, mostly immobile figures (no head turning, leg moving, but arms move)

Tags read (L-R)
1. 26 Piemonte/Bardonecchia
2. Valle D’Aosta/St. Vincent
3. Torino/Pragelato

Movement

Changes are a-coming to Leanander.  I’ll be leaving New York at the end of the month after 21 years and there will be a road trip this summer. Family visiting, car camping, Blue Highways-style travel. Perhaps some adventures will appear here… anything is possible.

Gosh

Mom

My mom, Sandy, passed away on October 2 at her nursing home in Shelton, CT.  It was unexpected, although these last few weeks there were signs that she was heading for a tough winter.  Thankfully she died in her sleep quietly and peacefully, and did not suffer.  She was a resident at a wonderful nursing home in Connecticut for the last 8 years and touched the lives of many of the people there.  She has been at Bishop Wicke Health Center after a bought with blood cancer in 2004; the last three years she was on dialysis three times a week to support her kidney function, which had deteriorated from diabetes.  She was very active socially at Wicke up to the very end, and never lost her sharp mind or sense of humor.  I visited her several times a year and took her out for luncheons and we explored the different towns of south-central Connecticut, including museums and other cultural institutions.  She was able to travel into New York City with me on two occasions on her birthday to see broadway musicals, the cream of which was seeing The Lion King last year on her 79th birthday.
She spent most of her life in the Malvern (PA) area, so her service was held there this past Tuesday at her choir’s church, Good Samaritan in Paoli. Because she had a home at Wicke for the last 8 years, people were very fond of her there and a service was held Thursday for her at the home. Each was a lovely gathering, but the service at the home was so warmhearted – informal, lots of remembrances from staff and residents.  They loved seeing the picture board my sister made of Mom’s transit through life.
 

Notices appeared in the PA Daily Local News, Connecticut Post, and Philadelphia Inquirer.

It’s been quite a year.

Transitions

My Dad passed away on March 29th.  He was an amazing and complicated man, and as many know a well-known figure in the racing world. He had an incredible rebound last March after a months-long series of dramatic hospitalizations for heart, lung and neurological issues, in which he not only got fully back to work running his 50-year-old company Jenkins’ Competition here in Malvern, living on his own, and driving his inimitable custom-built red GTO coupe, but also managed at the age of 80 to start working out at a gym 3 times a week (he liked the physical therapist there so much he would buy her coffee and a danish on his way in).  Things quickly became very hectic as we are organizing the arrangements and fielding calls from his hundreds of colleagues and supporters over the years. Thankfully I was able to practice with him for some time at the hospital after he died, so he might have a peaceful transition. 

If you’re curious, this links to a number of articles about my Dad.  There will be something in the NY Times on Monday also.
https://www.google.com/search?q=Bill+%22Grumpy%22+Jenkins&ie=utf-8&oe=utf-8&aq=t&rls=org.mozilla:en-US:official&client=firefox-a