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November 25, 2008 · 3 Comments

As we spend more and more to bail out CitiGroup and probably now the Big Three auto manufacturers, I have a home-related issue to rant about.

Since we’re talking billions every day, I never thought that “b” word would ever come out of my mouth and as I see our investments tanking, it never will except in terms of our government using our money and our children’s and grandchildren’s money to bail out banks and insurance companies who all got red Ferraris as a bonus a couple of years ago.  Yes, please keep these people in their $20 million homes with their cars and country clubs.

I’m talking about dog owners.  There are 72 million pet dogs in the USA (AVMA, 2007) and we pay taxes.  Every year parks are allocated, ball fields and playgrounds are built, but there is no awareness of the needs of responsible dog owners to legally let their dogs off leash.  Socialization and exercise are necessary for owners and their dogs.  But while athletes and toddlers are paid for, dog owners are told to buy their own land and build and maintain their own parks.

Why is this?  We pay for the ball parks and tot lots and mowing the grass.  Many of us don’t have kids and would like to share our local parks legally, in whatever way works for each community and each park.  We’re talking about responsible dog owners with well-behaved dogs, rules etc.

Bed Dog

Bed Dog

Many cities do not have space for new parks.  In San Diego, four Council Districts were targeted.  Of the other four, one was taken care of and the others were in areas in the City not conducive to off-leash activity.  Only Districts 2 and 5 tried, after six years!  My dog died awaiting legality of her park.

District 1 was a disaster, thanks Scott Peters, for whom I campaigned and who lied to us about being open on this issue.  I can say this because I haven’t lived there for five years.  On May 2, 2001 instead of bringing a ball, for the first and only time my dog brought a huge teddy bear to the park, ironically purchased at a yard sale from leash-free opponents.

She wagged her tail and said hello to everyone.  The next day she was gone.  I spent all my evenings and weekends at community meetings, to get my dog a leash-free area and she died awaiting it.  Over forty friends and neighbors donated a tree to the City in her honor.  We had a brief ceremony and everyone poured a cup of water on the tree.  Last I saw it, it was doing well.

Chani’s ashes are in the teddy bear she took to the park that fateful day.  They are in a plastic bag behind a felt heart with lace borders and about fifty microscopic red and white beads our dear friend Joan sewed on.  She also asked me for photos and made a montage that is displayed in our home today, with the bear.

A few years ago when we moved, friend helping out asked if our new dog (who is not new as she’ll be five in January) Zoe could have a stuffed animal.  I said OK, most of them are Chani’s old ones and she’s been eating through them one by one.  Then I remembered and asked what it looked like.  NOT THAT ONE!!!!!

Responsible dog owners who have legal leash-free areas make parks safe and clean.  They spawn user groups that utilize informal peer enforcement to encourage other dog owners to be responsible.  Here with Zoe and at our former park with Chani, toddlers and their parents ask if they can pet my dog.  My rule is that child asks, asks parent, asks dog owner, OK to pet.

We just want to be treated like other citizens and park users, especially as we pay for our parks but are only allowed partial use of them.  Ten million would do wonders nationwide, in the right hands.  But we’re not asking for money, only sanity.  Billions more to bail out people who ran off with our money in the first place and are about to do so again is foolish.  For the Big Three to not have their act together at a Congressional hearing, while holding out their hands for money, is a disgrace.

I’m just trying to put things into perspective.  Dee

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Tribute: Aunt Lorna

November 25, 2008 · 1 Comment

As my Aunt Lorna anticipates her birthday next week I would like to hail her for her conscience, fortitude, generosity and kindness.  That tribute doesn’t even nip at all her other attributes.

She was born to a poor family yet she and her two elder sisters were well educated through high school.  Aunt Lorna traveled from Montreal Canada to San Francisco to work.  As a young high school graduate and secretary, she got all her clothes hand-made by a tailor.  Imagine that, ladies!

She bought a Mustang to drive back east.  She took care of us and lived with us for a while when she went to college, then she became a high school English teacher.  She taught Romeo and Juliet to her ninth graders, probably MacBeth to her tenth graders.  Students feared and loved her, as she’d take students to Stratford, Ontario to the Shakespeare festival.

Aunt Lorna and friend and colleague Joanie researched and initated the first high school English programs related to the Holocaust, and Native Americans.  They were pioneers in a new form of teaching.  Spelling and syntax weren’t the be-all and end-all.  Literature was to be enjoyed and cherished.

My parents and Aunt Lorna were the reasons I was reading Death Be Not Proud and The Diary of Anne Frank at age eight.  Plus A Tree Grows in Brooklyn and To Kill a Mockingbird.  But Hemingway and Steinbeck, plus the Bard, were her tried and true friends.

When Aunt Lorna and Joanie started their summertime catering business, they catered for parties required to be held due to my father’s job at the time.  All the kids helped out, passing trays for the guests or working in the kitchen.  Aunt Lorna has always had an eye for quality and value, and would contribute use of her silver and linens as needed to make the party a success.

The tasting rule was that one had to taste the goods, then could ask the ingredients (presumably she would not have served husband Jim fish if she knew of his allergies).  It was a great rule!  She made this three-cheese mousse with Roquefort, that I thought was stinky and so wouldn’t try it.  It was marvelous.  Today I can walk into a store in Italy and order Gorgonzola Dolce and know to serve it with fresh pears.

When we were kids, every Christmas Aunt Lorna would come to breakfast.  One year when I was in college, she got stuck in the snow before going down a steep hill to our driveway and we all went to rescue her.

On Saturday I received a package.  It contained a magazine article about leaf ceramic ware, majolica, and a plate that made its way from my great-aunt’s home in Montreal to Aunt Lorna’s.  While there, Jim was trying to turn on a light, and broke the plate.  Like Humpty-Dumpty, it’s back together again and on display in our corner cabinet.

Aunt Lorna didn’t teach me how to iron, Mom did.  But I now have her brand of iron that makes quick work of shirts and linens.  Luckily I have a cleaner for Jim’s shirts because he’s a big guy and his shirts still take a long time to iron.  She combs “estate sales” for collectibles and has the largest selections of crystal and linens I’ve ever seen.  I keep two beautifully embroidered linen towels in our bathroom without ever using them, just washing and ironing them every few months.

In July of 2005, Lorna’s oldest sister Joan died of cancer.  We all went to Canada for the funeral.  Less than two months ago my mother died, also of cancer.  Now it’s up to the youngest and healthiest sister to carry on, and that she will, with grace and style.

I was somewhat apprehensive about Aunt Lorna and Joanie meeting Jim’s parents for the first time.  Not only did they hit it off, they provided Jim’s folks the Civil War Suite at a local B&B, and took us to a Concord grape vineyard to meet the owner and see the mechanical grape picker.

Dinner is always a treat and we talked and laughed well into the evening.

Margie & Joe

Margie & Joe

They took Jim’s folks to Lake Erie for sunset and took this photo, which they have framed in their living room.

Happy birthday, Aunt Lorna.  Thanks for teaching me so much over my fifty years on this earth.

I expect this to be corrected in red pen and sent back to me for spelling and grammatical errors, with your effusive script, of course.

We’re always here for you, no matter what.  With much love, Dee

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