... the journal

The Guest
Refrigerator Door

The next fridge door belongs to my friend Charlotte.

This magnet came from Korea

* Discussion *

Talk about it here.

Read the forum that was banned by one reader's office computer because it has "sexual content." I must be having more fun than I thought!


The Hammer of Eden
Ken Follett


visiting with Jeri

Pictures from the Cincinnati are now up at Steve's Club Photo page.
Pictures from our Family reunion are on my own Club Photo page.

That's it for today!



1 August 2001

I spent yesterday with Rachel and it was a complete delight.

Rachel is the daughter of Gilbert's niece. She's just graduated from high school and is about ready to start college. Gilbert's good friend Will, who kind of took on the role of uncle when Gilbert died, treated her to trip to San Francisco as a graduation present. She will be here on Friday, when we hold our 15th annual dinner in tribute to the memory of her great uncle.

She's always been a special girl, wise beyond her years. She began volunteering with her local opera company and worked her way, at age 17, into such a backstage position of prominence that she was featured in an article in an opera magazine, which talked about the future of young people in the world of opera.

Early in her high school years, she was chosen to participate in--I know I'm not going to get the details right here--in a training program which emphasized Martin Luther King's philosophies of making a difference in the world. She was chosen from a number of applicants to spend a week in, I believe, Atlanta, and she made an impression on Coretta Scott King.

She also traveled to Israel with a group and was telling me yesterday as we stood at the Holocaust memorial in San Francisco, about her feelings and experiences visiting Yad Vashem, Israel's Holocaust museum.

The last time I saw her was five years ago, when we flew to be with her for her bat mitzvah. I was impressed with her then, a 13 year old who could converse on an adult level, but who had none of the negative qualities of the precocious child that she was. She's always been very down to earth and a genuinely likeable human being.

She had told Will that she enjoyed going to museums. They visited MOMA (San Francisco's Museum of Modern Art) the previous day, and today we set our sights on the Palace of the Legion of Honor.

We spent about 2 hours wandering through the rooms, admiring the paintings and statues, giggling a lot about things we found funny, and sharing insight we had about things. I thought on more than one occasion how much Gilbert, who was one of the most intelligent men I'd ever known, would have enjoyed this grown-up girl who was only 3 when he died.

When we left the museum, we had to do the traditional stop at the Golden Gate bridge

And then at the Palace of Fine Arts, which was Gilbert's favorite structure in San Francisco.

It was with great reluctance that I had to drive Will and Rachel back home. I would have loved to spend more time with her, but she had a date for dinner with a mutual friend, who is a director at the San Francisco opera, and who was impressed with what she read about Rachel in the opera magazine and wanted to get to know her better. This woman was herself a wunderkind who came under Gilbert's wing years and years ago at the Lamplighters and wouldn't it be just too perfect if she was able to help launch Rachel on her own career in theatre? (She wants to become a director, just like this woman is.)

A week is entirely too short and 80 miles is entirely too far from San Francisco for me to be able to spend the amount of time I would like to, getting to know Rachel even better. But I will see her again on Friday as we all sit around and tell stories about the uncle whom she barely remembers, but who has been this larger-than-life figure in her life all of her life.

It looks like Rachel may, herself, be on the road to becoming someone's larger than life figure some day. She's following in her uncle's footsteps and I can only believe that he would be so very proud of her.

One Year Ago:
Strawberry Fields Forever
(a entry for a recipe collaboration)

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can be found at
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