Thursday, December 10, 2015

Janet & Linda's Wedding





When a couple have been together for 32 years and they finally have the opportunity to publicly celebrate their love for each other, invitations will be accepted.  We were honored to be included as witnesses to this wonderful occasion.

Over 50 years ago (2016 will mark our 50th anniversary since we graduated from North Texas State University) a friendship bond was made that has never broken between 4 women who met in McConnell Dorm (if my memory serves me), became suite mates, and, most importantly, have shared decades of joy and travails, knowing we would always be there to support each other.  As an only child, having girl friends has always been my substitute for having sisters.  These three are definitely an important and treasured part of my life.  I can also say the same about some of my chums from high school and some I have met since moving to the DC area.  

I regret that I did not take any camera but my phone, so the following pictures aren't great (most of the time the lighting was terrible and I didn't want to bother others by using my flash), but they do capture some highlights of the wedding.

THE CEREMONY




On the left is the Rev. Folkerth who led the service.  On the right is the Republican Judge Deborah Hankinson who officiated the exchanging of vows.  She served on the The Fifth District Court of Appeals at Dallas with Linda and she is also a former member of the Texas Supreme Court.

Linda on the left, Janet on the right being escorted down the aisle by Jane Wetzel, a dear friend and former colleague of Janet's.

This walk down the aisle experienced a slight delay after all in the wedding party had completed the walk and we were eagerly awaiting the arrival of the principles.  Janet appeared alone and announced she couldn't find her bouquet.  Her brother-in-law was identified as the person last known to have it.  A scramble occurred and the missing flowers were found.  In the photo you can see Janet being handed her bouquet.  Everyone had a good laugh.

During their 32 years together, the couple had to live very private lives with separate mailing addresses because Janet had a very high profile administrative position in the Dallas public school system (was even interviewed on "60 Minutes" for something-or-other related to her job) and was on the faculty at SMU and Linda was an elected judge (all judges are elected in Texas).  They did not "come out" until they retired.

Before the exchanging of vows the couple gave personal comments to each other.  Janet gave a lovely and poetic statement; Linda looked over her shoulder at all of us with a "you've got to be kidding me" look on her face and said "Ditto" which got a big laugh.  She did go on to say a few  lovely and touching things but acknowledged that Janet was the poet of the two.



When Judge Hankinson pronounced them a married couple because of the power vested by the State of Texas and the US Supreme Court a HUGE cheer started.  It was great to see and hear all of these Texans, many of them Republicans, celebrating this happy moment.  Many of us were also shedding tears of joy.





Not everyone seemed joyful.  Linda's grandnephew, Cade, was just baffled but definitely the cutest guy there in a tux.

After exchanging vows, everyone was invited to participate in communion, Methodist style.  The minister served the couple.  They in turn, with the help of some friends, served all those wishing to participate.




Janet serving communion to Norman.

After the ceremony The Group posed for a photo.
Me, Janet, Linda, and Joan

I have always said that a book and/or movie about our lives would be a lot more interesting that Mary McCarthy's The Group.  Remember the movie with Candice Bergen making her film debut?
We just need someone to take up the challenge and write the book.  The main characters would include:

*     Joan - a young woman from Marshall, TX.  Might as well say Mississippi. For proof see Denzel Washington's movie The Great Debaters about the black debate team from a school in Marshall that won the national competition against Harvard when schools were still segregated.  She married a really terrific guy who happened to be black.  See the photo above of her husband, Norman.  He was for many years the only Republican in our group in which someone always ended our political debates by saying "what's wrong with this picture".  They met when Joan took a photography class that he was teaching.  She had a long and distinguished career at the Library of Congress;

*     Linda, a quiet sociology major who became one of the nation's first PhD's in art therapy.  While working at Prince George's Community Hospital she met a psychiatrist, Lou Tinnin.  They married and were together over 40 years until his death last year.  They became internationally acknowledged experts for the treatment protocol they developed for Post Traumatic Stress.   They traveled extensively, conducting training workshops in the US, Europe and Australia.  All of us missed his presence during this event.  He would have loved it.  He would have been one of the first on the dance floor, dipping Linda all over the place.  If you have been to my home, you have seen a large poster-size photo of Lou that I took.  He is wearing a tux while on a wind surfboard, coming across the lake where he and Linda lived, with a glass of wine in 1 hand and smoking a cigar.  A true class act.

*     Janet, a survivor of an abusive husband, who lived in hiding for several years.   Only a few knew the name she was using and her address.  Then she emerged only to go into the closet.  She earned her PhD in political science from North TX.  We all agree that we were fortunate to have received excellent educations from that institution.  It may have been easy to get in but it was hard to successfully get out. 

THE RECEPTION

Following the ceremony, we left the lovely party room of The Claridge condominium on Turtle Creek and moseyed over to an amazing private home in Highland Park where hundreds of the couple's friends and family gathered to celebrate the nuptials.



What a cake!

It tasted really good too!

To no one's surprise, everything was lovely and a reflection of the detailed and thoughtful planning that went into the creation of this long overdue event.  It was a wonderful wedding, never to be forgotten.

Wednesday, December 9, 2015

Little Bouncing Girls with Lots of Bouncing Curls (and Some Boys)

Over the weekend of December 5 and 6 we were in Dallas for a very special event (to be described in a separate posting).  We ventured into the Dallas Hilton Anatole Hotel and Convention Center looking for a place to eat and found ourselves in a strange new world.  We were surrounded  by HUNDREDS, if not thousands, of contestants in the Regional Irish Dancing Competition.  The region runs from Mexico, up through Texas, then along the Gulf Coast and Atlantic seaboard all the way to Maryland.  Winners, by age group, will compete next at the national level and those winners will go to the world championship.  There is a lot of money going into this endeavor.

Not sure why, but curly wigs were all the thing.  Someone's ad campaign had definitely paid off. 


 The only way to avoid a blurry photo was to find a group sitting down.  If standing, they were bouncing.

Not all of the wigs bounced.

The atrium outside the ballrooms was packed with nervous dancers waiting for their turn to compete.

This was a competition between two high school-aged teams having to do the compulsories, meaning each team was having to do the same dance.

I shot some videos of these competitions but have failed at successfully downloading them.  If anyone can give me some instructions, I would greatly appreciate it.

Sunday morning we had breakfast with Linda Gantt before her flight back to Pittsburgh and a two hour drive to her lakeside home in the hills of West Virginia.



Next we were fortunate to have lunch with the Dunn's and their two adorable grandchildren.  We appreciated their willingness to drive into Dallas from their home in the burbs.

Lucille holding Colin with big sister, Sophie, standing by.

I think Sophie would be the perfect Irish dancer - she's Irish and wouldn't have to wear a wig.  She's definitely got the bouncing curls.  I regret that she informed in no uncertain terms that she couldn't possibly take on another after-school activity.  She's already studying ballet and must practice all the time.


Proud granddad Bill

It was wonderful to get to visit with them, even if briefly, and to see both of them so happy in their retirement.

Thursday, December 3, 2015

Staunton 11/28-29/15 Thanksgiving Weekend #LOVEstaunton

We wanted to see all of the productions in the Summer-Fall Season playing at the American Shakespeare Center, so off we went to Staunton for another fun weekend.

Thanksgiving we had a delightful pot-luck dinner at Renee's.  On Friday hubby and I saw Trumbo which made today's "silly" politics not as scary as the McCarthy era.

Saturday morning we drove to Staunton in record time only because I am a Texan and I still consider posted speed signs as the minimum suggested.  Our first stop was to do some shopping for Renee and do a little wine tasting.





We enjoyed Ox Eye's tasting downstairs and discovered that they had loaned out the upstairs to Jump Mountain Winery, so we did two tastings.  Both were good and Renee wasn't the only one getting some wine.

There are just some traditions that must not be missed, so lunch was at the Bistro for my usual - the most awesome fried green tomato sandwich I have ever had.

After lunch it was time to check into the Jackson Hotel that was all decked out for the holidays.



The hotel is also a great supporter of the American Shakespeare Center.
This was the display in the hotel lobby.

We had tickets for the matinee at the theater.  We had already seen 3 of the productions, so it was time to see Joan of Arc (Henry VI, Pt.1).


I'm always impressed with the actors and what they bring to each performance.  As usual, the actors did the most with what they had to work with but, sorry, this was not my favorite play.  

When it finally ended I was ready to hit Beverly Street and take advantage of "Shop Small Saturday".  Normally I would be supporting our small shops in Old Town Alexandria, but there are many wonderful shopping options in Staunton.


Our first stop was Botanica because the Santa display caught my eye.






Definitely reflects my thoughts.  Just ask the Mild Bunch (my 4 cats).


Next we passed my new favorite yarn shop.



I loved this gray yarn and I'm well along on this cowl project.

Last trip to Staunton I had really wanted to visit the new Olive Oil Company shop but we ran out of time.  I was determined not to let that happen this trip and I'm so glad my determination paid off.







When you walk in you are overwhelmed with all of the options of olive oils and vinegars.  It could easily take a couple of hours to try everything.  I selected those I thought sounded like something I would like.  I purchased two vinegars and have already cooked with both.  


I used this on a shrimp-pasta dish last night and it was great.



Oh my!  I made the best chicken mole with this I have ever made.

Hubby took a different approach to "Shop Small" - he dropped of two large boxes of books at the used book store.  I know how hard it is for him to part with any of his beloved books, but this is part of our ongoing downsizing project and I'm very proud of him.  This is a huge deal for him.




Dinner was at our favorite pizza joint.



I was thrilled to find Cocoa Mill open.  Usually we get there too late.  It's the perfect dessert.







Because I really didn't enjoy Joan of Arc, I was able to redirect hubby into the ASC theater to see A Winter's Tale for a second time (give him enough wine with his pizza and he'll follow me anywhere).  Seeing Sarah Fallon in the 2nd act again was still amazing.  I know it's trite to say it but she is a force of nature.  Just makes me want to break out in a chorus of "I am Woman, Hear me Roar."  Besides, where else will you see the cast break out into a song and dance number to "Thank God I'm a Country Boy"?  It did work in the context of the play and it was delightful.

Well, thus endith another season at ASC.  I'm looking forward to what 2016 will bring. 




Thursday, November 19, 2015

1 MAJOR fuck up + 3 near misses + 8 days of fun & sun = a great vacation

THE MAJOR FUCK UP

Last spring hubby received an e-mail from his favorite niece (since she's his only) letting him know that she was getting married on 11/5 in an abandoned power plant in LA.  Now who could pass that up?

I assumed my administrative role and planned a terrific vacation around this important event.  Postponed our fall foliage cruise until 2016; cashed in a ton of AMX points for a free Amtrak trip across America; used points from a hotel club to get hotel rooms; while patting myself on the back for all the savings I had accomplished, booked us business class tickets on a flight to LA; and started my packing list.

Two weeks before the trip I commented that we should have received a wedding invitation so hubby said he'd check with his niece and get more details.  She had previously indicated it was a "vintage" wedding but I didn't even know what era.

The next day hubby came home looking like his dog and all of his relatives had just died in a tragic accident.  Turns out he had all the information except for 1 little detail.  The wedding will be in

2016

Why didn't I have my camera at the ready?  His face was priceless.  His demeanor said he'd rather crawl through boiling oil than give me the news.

What did I do?  Well,  I obviously had lots of options.  My evil twin could have paid a visit and pitched a royal hissy fit.  But no - my conniving twin actually took over.  I told him not to worry.  The world hadn't ended. We could cancel. I would always love him (OK, I was spreading it on rather thick but I really did mean most of it).  At the same time I was thinking - this is marvelous.  In the future when he's getting upset at my fuck ups (which occur on a regular basis) I'll just say "Becky's wedding".  I figure that will keep me off the hook for at least 5 years.  

THE TRIP

Seems all that free stuff I had booked couldn't be cancelled without
losing the points.  We hadn't had a major trip this year, so, what the hell, off we went.  We hadn't met Becky's intended anyway, and next year with all the hoopla that surrounds the modern wedding we wouldn't have a chance to actually visit with him.

Now that they have trains to lots of flights instead of those awful "people movers" I actually like Dulles Airport


We arrived at Dulles with plenty of time to spare.  Pre-check is the way to sail through security but we did notice the number of business travelers taking advantage of this option has definitely lengthened the line, but still we got through in less than 5 minutes.

This was our first time to fly Virgin America and it was great.  I loved being able to order from the touch screen in front of our seats and, voila, an attendant appears with just what I wanted.

WEST HOLLYWOOD

I had selected our hotel because it appeared to be centrally located.  It was close to some well known tourist spots, but the truth is nothing is centrally located in LA.  I don't think they even know where the center is.  Residents spend an inordinate amount of time driving around.  Nothing is less than an hour (in good traffic) from where you are.  We are amazed that Becky and Tommy (her fiancé) manage without using a car.  She takes the bus and he bikes to work.  They would LOVE DC or NYC.  Fingers crossed they will move east.





Our hotel was a nice, basic tourist hotel.

After checking in and unpacking, it was time to explore the neighborhood.



Just a couple of blocks from the hotel was this small but interesting museum.  We love anything about history and were disappointed that it was closed. 


Wasn't expecting an active American Legion Post in Hollywood.


We discovered a parking lot full of food trucks.  As you can see, they're serious about these things.  I've never seen 1 with pop-outs before.  Apparently they were setting up for a large private party that was scheduled for that night.  


We were near the famed Hollywood Bowl






These homes were the view from the hotel.








THE FIRST NEAR MISS

Ten minutes into our walk I was busy looking for photo ops when I missed a curb and, as usual, fell on my bad knee.  Given my history with this knee, we were both scared that I had just screwed up our vacation when it was just getting started.


This is not modern art.  It's a close up of my knee several days after the accident.  This looks a lot better than initially.  Trust me.


After spending our 1st evening having carryout pizza in our hotel room while I iced my knee, we spent the next day marveling at the setting, views, fine dining, and the art at the Getty Museum.  The art is listed last because we only gave it about 40 minutes of our time.  The day was perfect and we spent most of it taking photos of the buildings and setting.  We were also very thankful for the 4 star restaurant on site.  You'll see in the photos that the place is a favorite for school field trips and the students were happy using the food court and we were happy too.


As you can see, the place is huge.

Here are just a few of the shots taken that day.






















I couldn't help myself.  I had to play with my panorama setting on the camera.



Dinner was with Becky and Tommy.


Our second day was spent walking through West Hollywood.  A surprise find was the Craft and Folk Art Museum near the La Brae Tar Pits.  Remember Noah Wyle of ER fame, now The Librarians? He is on the Board of Directors.  I've been told he knits.  Can't confirm but it would be a great way to spend time between takes.

There were 2 marvelous exhibits in the museum and here are some shots taken there.


Vietnamese artist, Bihn Pho, does mazing work.  These are wooden vases,  one inside the other.



The 2nd exhibit was by 15 different artists and the medium was paper.
















 Their artist in residence was on vacation but here are the tools of his trade.  He makes "kinky boots" and other whimsical shoes.













We just didn't have time to visit the Tar Pits - maybe next trip.
Yes, there will be a next trip - remember, we have a wedding to attend.



The next day we flew to San Francisco.  Our hotel was hosting a convention of cardiologists which gave some comfort in case I had a heart attach until we saw how crowded the bar was.  Nope, not the guys I'd want in an emergency.  We walked around the neighborhood and found a very expensive (guess they all are in SF) Italian restaurant and had a lovely early dinner.  Early to bed because we had an early wake up call the next day.


We had to take an Amtrak bus to Emeryville, CA, to catch the train to Chicago.  Here's the route we followed.






I understand train travel isn't for everyone.  Even though we had a private bedroom and bath, quarters were still tight.  There's not a lot to do except watch the country go by and eat and/or drink.  Not a lot of opportunities for exercise unless you got off the train at some of the longer stops.  Of course, you were in danger of being knocked down by the smokers rushing to light up.  We spent a lot of time in the observation car taking photos and I was 1 of several knitters who managed to stay busy.  Here are just a few of the shots I took.

California Zephyr, Day 1


 Davis, CA




LAKE TAHOE













Day 2


 Running next to the Colorado River
Note the front of the train.  Lots of switchbacks in the mountains.



Stacked 4 lane highway



The higher we got, the more snow we saw.









Day 3

Radar's home!













THE SECOND NEAR MISS

After breakfast and a brief stop in Ottumwa, we arrived in Burlington, IA.  The conductor got on the PA and informed us that the train in front of us had derailed.  He didn't have any additional information but he promised to keep us informed.  Not too long after that he reported that it was a serious derailment and because it was going to take a long time to clear the tracks we would have to get off the train and take buses to our next stops.

I have to give kudos to Amtrak.  We were out in the middle of nowhere (with apologies to IA) but a convoy of buses arrived in two hours fully loaded with plenty of bottled water and snacks.

Passengers were divided into 2 groups - passengers who were going all the way to Chicago and those who were getting off at various stations before Chicago.  Those of us headed for Chicago were boarded first because it was becoming doubtful that we'd make our connections, but the driver said he'd do his best.

Waiting for the buses

The calvary arrived!


While loading the buses, I discovered that we had a large Mennonite contingency on board.



THE DERAILMENT

Turns out the train in front of us was a VERY LONG coal train.  The near miss was it could have been us derailing.  Note the flat terrain and straight track.  Poor track maintenance had to be the cause.

This is a very small portion of the train before the derailed section.



The 3rd engine and several cars immediately behind it were turned over.  The coal had been dumped in the culvert running parallel to the road.




We spent eight and one half hours on the bus.  Managed to get to Chicago during rush hour.  Instead of the 2 hour layover as scheduled, we had SEVEN MINUTES to get off the bus (we were in the last row, of course) find our luggage, and dash to our train.  To say we barely made it is such an understatement but we did make it.  There were 3 buses loaded with passengers going straight to Chicago and we have no idea if everyone made it.

To say we were relieved is another understatement.  That evening the Mennonites and the Pentecostals met up in the club car and had an old fashioned hymnal hootenanny.  I'm pretty sure the bar tender had never seen or heard anything like it before.

Day 4

The homestretch Chicago to DC took us through more familiar territory.


Harpers Ferry, WV


Finally back in DC.


























Cross the Potomac on Metro

Virginia's state slogan is "Virginia is for Lovers".  Plays out even in the parking lot of the Metro stations.

Our dear neighbor, Lynda Soady, provided our taxi service home.

THE THIRD NEAR MISS

Listening to the news the next day we heard that a strong blizzard had just crossed the plains, going right along our path.  Had it hit the same day as the derailment, we would have been in a world of trouble.  We had enjoyed perfect weather the entire trip and are happy for the many wonderful experiences along the way.