It’s Halloween time, which means it is also the time of Dia de los Muertos, “Day of the Dead.” This multi-day holiday is not the Mexican-American version of Halloween, though it coincides in time. It focuses on family and friends gathering to remember family members and friends who have died.
Dia de los Muertos at San Luis Rey Mission
The holiday is observed annually at the San Luis Rey Mission in Oceanside and I was among the thousands who attended the event on Sunday, October 30. The Southern California observance of the holiday mixes remembrance of the dead with classic car culture, in ways you’ll see in this short video (<10 mins), which also gives an overall view of the observance.
Sixty-four years ago, a Marine officer serving in Korea purchased a small mare to assist his recoilless rifle platoon. On Wednesday, October 26, the anniversary of that purchase, a monument was dedicated at Camp Pendleton to that horse, which had become America’s greatest war hero horse. This is a short video (<7 mins) I took of those ceremonies.
The Marines named the horse “Reckless,” a play on the name of the weapons they used. During one five-day battle, Reckless made 51 round-trips on a single day from the ammunition supply point to the firing sites, carrying several 24-pound shells and nearly always under fire. On the return trips, Reckless carried wounded Marines to safety. She was wounded twice that day.
Reckless was brought to California and was formally made a Sergeant in the Marines in 1954. She was promoted to Staff Sergeant in 1959 in a ceremony at Camp Pendleton that featured a 19-gun salute and a 1,700-man parade of Marines from her wartime unit.
A Life Magazine special issue included SSgt Reckless among America’s 100 greatest war heroes.
At Camp Pendleton, SSgt Reckless produced four foals before and after her “retirement” in 1960. SSGt Reckless died in 1968 and is buried at Stepp Stables on base.
Earlier this month, I traveled to Boston for my annual, usual myriad of visits and experiences. Foremost among them seeing family and friends, but also a BC football game (a victory!) and Red Sox game.
First on the agenda, following a bumpy redeye, was a visit up north. Stopped first to see cousin Kathy Gagne McManamy on Plum Island. She joined me for a visit to Rye, N.H., where I saw Meredith, Winter, and Alice, the younger granddaughter. Adeline, Alice’s older sister, was in preschool. After brunch at Bubbie’s, a new spot in Portsmouth, we picked Adeline up at school. My arrival had apparently been announced beforehand, so I was the object of some attention. Especially because I came “from California”!
Stayed awake long enough to drive down to Acton, Mass., to my home-away-from-home, the residence of Marcy and Larry Kenah. Took a nap and then caught up on the latest with the Kenahs. Spent Thursday and Friday mostly on the BC campus, visiting Susan Callaghan, Mary Ellen Fulton, Maureen Raymond, and Bob Capalbo, and taking pictures of what seems an ever-changing campus. See photos below.
Stokes Hall, at right, blocks view of McElroy and takes up much of what had been the “Dustbowl.”New dorm on former site of More Hall.Edmond’s rubble is stark foreground for Gasson Tower. The old dorm will be replaced by a new Recreation Complex.Brookline, 15 Vernon St., first floor, home of Mike Reavey, Richard Sullivan, John McCarthy, and me, 1967-68.
Friday, I joined old bud Leo DeNatale for lunch and then spent some time driving around the various ‘hoods in which I had lived. Drove by our apartment senior year at BC and it does not look (right) as if it has improved in the 48(!) years since I left it.
Then went to Logan Airport to pick up Cathedral High and BC classmate Mike Reavey. He was in Boston briefly for a family wedding. We shared a couple of beers at The Abbey and The Publick House in Brookline. When I saw Mike in late 2011 in Fort Worth, where he lives, on my drive out to SoCal, it had been 42 since I had seen him before. This time, the gap was less than 5 years. Excellent trajectory.
Lousy photo, but here’s Mike and me.
Me and Mike Reavey at The Publick House, where the Tam used to be.Meredith and Winter at Gillette.
Saturday was game day! Ed Hattauer and Tom Sugrue came up to the Kenahs from Arlington to carpool, while Meredith and Winter joined us from north country. Attendance was so light at the game, we parked in the retail section around Gillette (no ticket check, no charge) and walked the short distance to the stadium.
BC cheerleaders surround Tom Sugrue
Joining us inside were Debbie and Ken Hamberg and Shelia and Dan Downey, who drove up from the Connecticut shore. We had seats in the Putnam Club level, which is the way to see a football game. Access to food, beer, and other liquids throughout, no bleacher seats, and cover when needed. (Also visiting BC cheerleaders.) We came back in during the brief rainfall in the first half, and watched the game on several TV screens. Back in at halftime when it was sunny (no sunscreen) and then out to the stands when we were in the shade. The Gillette experience was more interesting than the game, actually. While the Eagles played relatively well in a 26-7 win, it was against UMass.
Gillette during the game. Sparse attendance on UMass side. Only 25,000 total in a stadium that seats ~68,000.
Sunday meant a trip south, to the Cape. Met up in the afternoon with Susan and Reid Oslin in Falmouth at the Quarterdeck and spent a few minutes with Tierney Oslin and Tommy Leonard. The Oslins and I then joined Karen and Richard Sullivan for dinner at the Old Yarmouth Inn. Got a traditional New England dinner — fried clams.
Dinner with Reid Oslin, Richard Sullivan, Karen Sullivan, and Susan Oslin.
Being the equal opportunity moocher I am, I stayed with the Sullivans in Mashpee and caught the end of the Patriots game (even on Eastern Time!). Looks as if the Oslins and Sullivans are planning to make the Cape their year-round locale. Except, of course, for their frequent trips out to San Diego. 🙂
With friend Margaret Evans on the bank of the Charles at MIT.
Heading back north Monday, I got on the Southeast Expressway and then Memorial Drive to visit friend Margaret Evans, who works at MIT’s Media Lab, for lunch. It felt good to hone my driving-in-Boston-traffic skills. Then back up to Acton to join Larry on a combined auto-MBTA trip to Fenway for the BoSox game. We secured a spot near the ballpark to have a beer or two, to be joined there by Ed and Tom. The game was pretty much a laugher. The Red Sox scored 5 runs in the 1st inning and 1 run in each of the next 5 innings before finishing with 2 in the 8th to beat Baltimore 12-2. Had the spirit, the songs, the Big Papi homerun. Here’s a short video (3:29) from the evening.
Tuesday, day before departure, focused on the Andersons. Just spent time with Meredith and her girls and then Winter joined us for a late lunch at Petey’s Seafood in Rye. Another traditional New England treat for me — lobsta roll!
Here are some pics of me and the girls. Winter was the photog.
Adeline, Meredith, and Alice with the old man. Meredith points out the differences between the girls: in years, 3 1/2; in pounds, 8.With Adeline.Skies at Logan
The trip back started with some ominous skies, and it took quite a while for JetBlue to turn off the seatbelt sign after leaving Logan. Only downside to the trip was that the entertainment in my row was out. 🙁 Got back in San Diego around 8:30 at night (almost midnight on my body clock). I had made a reservation with Green Cab, because I know they know where Marine Corps Recruit Depot is (where I park my car) and they don’t get “lost” on the way. Same driver I had when I left the week before. :0
Credit to the Standells — “Aw, Boston, you’re my home!” . . . away from home.
BC alumni and friends at Eagle Rock, Warner Springs. L-R: Mike Ross ’09, Marissa Robles, Rebecca Scease Reid ’96, Lissa Herrick Tsu ’00, Brian Tsu ’00, Margot Tsu, Ray Berube ’78, Mary Farrell Berube ’80, Janet Rodriguez, Kevin Smosky ’00, Bill McDonald ’68.
There is a natural rock formation in Warner Springs, about 90 miles northeast of downtown San Diego, that looks a little like an eagle. Actually, as you can see above, the rather large natural rock formation looks like nothing else than a big eagle.
In early April (I’m way behind on posts), 10 alumni and friends (and a young daughter) made the trek to Eagle Rock, which is located on the Pacific Crest Trail. In a pretty weird connection, we accessed the area where Eagle Rock is located from Camino San Ignacio in Warner Springs. That’s “St. Ignatius Road.” !?
And a few miles down the road on State Route 79 is a street with another Jesuit-related name (see photo at right). Anyone know about any Jesuit presence in northeast San Diego County?
We also went further initially than Warner Springs, over the mountainsides to Anza-Borrego Desert State Park. Desert flowers are somewhat past peak (earlier and briefer than expected in this El Niño year), but there is still some color not seen the rest of the year.
Our flower guide was Christina St. John from the Anza-Borrego Foundation. About to pursue a master’s degree in botany, Christina was an invaluable guide to the desert flora, as well as a friendly companion. With her guidance, we visited Glorietta Canyon, one of the most accessible areas of the Park (though over a couple of miles of dirt road) and location of many flowering plants in the spring.
It was pretty much a day-long excursion, also including lunch in Borrego Springs, and a visit to a rather unusual piece of “public art.” Below is a short (<5 minutes) video of the day, including the desert flowers, etc. You’ll see that we were able to visit Eagle Rock and park our cars inside the gate that warns “No Trespassing.” That’s because we had received official permission from the Vista Irrigation District to do so, after filling out various waivers, and were on the property for only about a half-hour. We had some unexpected companions on our visit to Eagle Rock, examples of the “wildlife” in the area . . . but that’s for you to see. (Click on “BCSD @ Eagle Rock” at upper left of graphic below to watch on YouTube. Much better viewing.)
I spent five days last week (January 27-31) at Torrey Pines Golf Course, working as a hole captain and marshal at the PGA’s Farmers Insurance Open. Four days were rather uneventful, but the last day, Sunday, was special.
Conditions were so bad in terms of wind and rain that play was suspended a couple of times and finally ended before the final players were finished. Here’s a brief video of images from the tournament that gives just a flavor of changing conditions.
What a difference a week makes. It is sunny and mid-80s right now. 🙂
The typical mix of wonderful, sad, routine at Casa del Aguila in 2015 . . . and one more granddaughter! Alice Anderson joined sister Adeline in the new generation on July 13.
Addy seems to be adjusting well to sharing the time and attention of her parents with Alice, but there is also the special “tension” that can arise between sisters.
The Andersons had visited here again in February, joined by Aunty Julia. New places on the itinerary included the Safari Park, USS Midway Museum, and Temecula Old Town. We even schlepped up to the La Brea Tar Pits and Getty Museum in LA. While she didn’t have the happiest expression on her face at Estrella’s in the photo at the top of the post, she was much happier with the flan.
When Dillon joined us during their visit for breakfast, it was the only time this year we were all together. 🙁 We continue to be geographically challenged. Dillon is nearby, working as night manager at the Hilton Garden Inn, Carlsbad Beach, and just snagged their “employee of the year” award, something he also won in Portsmouth in 2012. Julia is in Athens, Ohio, with beau Sam, who’s in Ohio U’s computer science doctoral program. She is working at the Ohio University Inn on campus. So, with Meredith at the Hilton Garden Inn in Portsmouth, all three kids are in the hotel biz.
L-R: Larry Kenah, Shelia Downey, Dan Downey, Pat Sugrue, me, Tom Sugrue, Debbie Hamberg, Ken Hamberg, Marcy Kenah. Regular Ed Hattauer was unable to join us.
I visited Alice and family in Rye, NH, two weeks after she was born, and also took advantage of an invitation from Pat and Tom Sugrue to join them and my regular BC classmate group for a long weekend at their place in Rehoboth Beach, Del. It was a time of warm friendship and cold beer — can’t beat that! Got the chance to spend some time on an iconic beach on the “other” coast. Great boardwalk! Saw other old and dear friends, and got to drive through Greater Boston in heavy rain and heavy traffic. Brought back such fond memories.
There are other photos in the earlier post “At the beach.”
Just before heading to New England, I had the great pleasure of hosting cousin Kathy McManamy for a few days. She was especially interested in the Salton Sea, California’s largest lake, about 100 miles east of me, and one of the weirdest places you’ll ever see. Too much about it to explain here, but this is one view of Kathy’s visit there.
She got to see much more, of course, including La Jolla, Balboa Park, the Zoo. You can see more in the earlier post “Krazy Kool with Kathy.” She is visiting again to start the new year.
Confirming Woody Allen’s notion that much of success comes from “just showing up,” I became president of the local Navy League council this year. As part of Navy League, I participated in a day of activities at nearby Camp Pendleton intended to let family members and friends know a little bit about what our Marines do. This was our concluding group photo. Oorah!
I’ll be more involved in coming years with the Anza-Borrego Foundation (ABF), partners with the Anza-Borrego Desert State Park, as vice president. I was at the Park in September, for the first time overnight. Borrego Springs is one of the few official “dark sky” communities in the U.S. and I have looked forward to seeing the stars there in a way I had not seen them since riding the USS Biddle (DLG-34) across the Pacific in 1969. But it was a full moon and that made the nighttime sky more routine. It provided a beautiful moonrise, however, over the badlands.
Also, look for me on TV at the Farmers Insurance Open at Torrey Pines, end of January. I’ll be a marshal at the 17th hole (north course until the weekend, then the south). Boston College had a terrible football season this year, which made our weekly game watches less than thrilling and less than well-attended. But San Diego Eagles also did a couple of service activities, sponsored a hike, got to watch the ponies at Del Mar as a group, and assisted BC admissions.
No major fires around here this year, but we are awaiting something of a different nature from El Niño. I’m not in danger from rising water, but, being on a hillside, perhaps from water, or worse mud, running down the hill from above. Ninety-nine years ago, parts of San Diego County were devastated by flooding and swollen rivers and there has been lesser, but damaging, flooding in more recent El Niños. Most of the time, most of our rivers are dry. Catastrophic flooding is rare here, but it does happen. The photo below is of the nearby San Luis Rey River valley after the flooding of 1916. The river, which I have never seen as it has been dry or nearly so since I’ve been here, was then a mile-and-a-half wide and six-to-nine feet deep. Back then, it was a few farms and the flood pushed everything out to the sea. Much more residential and commercial development now.
We may be on the news again.
I’m expecting another visit from the Andersons in February. Adeline says she loves visiting me because California is so high in the sky. . . . She has to fly to get here, after all. 🙂
Last year, I suggested my plans for the coming year—golf, horses, sailing— might have been just wishful thoughts. Nailed it. The same plans/wishes remain, but I’m okay with that. They still speak of a pleasant future.
And I wish a pleasant future for you, too, and for your families. Be sure to include a visit to me in that near future!
Wishing you a very merry Christmas and that twenty-sixteen is sweet.
Sea World in San Diego has been under a lot of pressure lately, mostly from people objecting to the manner in which orcas (killer whales) are kept there or even to that orcas are kept at all. Whether out of altruism or other factors, Sea World recently offered a free pass to active duty service members, veterans, and their family members. I took advantage of that offer. Dillon and I checked out a place we had not likely visited since we lived in San Diego back in the early ’80s.
We did not go to any of the “shows” at which orcas, dolphins, etc., perform. Apparently, Sea World has decided to change its orca shows so that they will reflect more of the animals’ natural behavior. I am acquainted with people who favor what Sea World does, including people who work with the animals, and those who oppose it. I went to Sea World to see animals, fish, and other creatures who live in the sea, and I found it fascinating. Here’s a video of our visit.
Back in August, I was invited, because of my role in the Navy League, to participate in a “J Wayne Day” at Camp Pendleton. Marine units will occasionally invite spouses and family members of Marines to experience a little bit of what their Marine does, in a pretty safe, sanitized way. They used to be called “John Wayne Days,” befitting for how the Hollywood actor “was” a Marine. Today, with many more women marines, with male spouses or otherwise, it’s now a more neutral “J Wayne Day.”
This is a slightly more personal video than what I have on our Navy League site, with a few photos of me added.
It is a bit of behind-the-scenes at Camp Pendleton, which houses 40,000+ Marines and their families. Hope you find it of interest. Seven minutes long.
This past weekend, I went to a board meeting and planning retreat of the Anza-Borrego Foundation. It was the first time I spent the night in Borrego Springs and the Anza-Borrego Desert State Park. I hoped to take advantage of the “dark sky” available there, in which one can see the Milky Way. Luck would have it that the evening featured a full moon, which pretty much obliterated the possibility of dark sky, but offered its own visual reward.
The photo above is a view to the east from Font’s Point, a promontory in the Park about four miles off-highway that overlooks the Borrego Badlands. Several attendees went there to enjoy some food, Stone beer (Stone supplies the foundation with beer), and the moonrise. This terrain helps explain why it took so long for San Diego to be settled. No wagon train, trying to traverse these badlands, was going to get to it.
The point is named after Padre Font, the missionary who accompanied Juan Batista de Anza, the Spanish explorer who led the expedition that “discovered” the area in 1775-6. Anza provided one part of the name for the state park. Borrego is the Spanish word for lamb, as Anza-Borrego Desert State Park has one of the largest concentrations of Bighorn Sheep in the country. .
Here are some other photos from Font’s Point. (Click on photos individually. This gallery feature doesn’t work well and I need to find a replacement. 🙁 )
Looking southeast
Font’s Point
Looking west
Hot times in the desert. Sexist fee structure.
I stayed overnight at the Steele-Burnand Anza-Borrego Desert Research Center, run by UC Irvine in partnership with the Park and Foundation, which was also the site of the board and planning meeting. The facility is a renovation and expansion of a mid-20th century clubhouse. As you can see at right, it once was the “Desert Club” (not the most creative moniker) and provided live music for a buck or less. (Wonder what the drinks cost.) Considering that I joined colleagues for dinner Saturday night at a Borrego Springs resort that closed at 9 pm (Saturday night!), the Desert Club both was a different time and wasfrom a different time.
One of the great features of the Desert Club retained in the renovation (to the applause of most) is the sunken, curved vinyl bar in the main room.
Sunken curved bar.Likely the original register
Preserved also was what might well be the original cash register.
The living quarters at the research center are on the spare end of the spectrum, but are comfortable. There are four units provided for researchers and dorm-like facilities for grad students.
Researcher units wing
My room, named the Palo Verde (one of my favorite desert plants), had a double bed and a single bed, no television or other media, and a drought-sensitive shower (not effusive). The industrial strength air-conditioning, set at 80, was “active” throughout the night.
Here is a more general shot of the research center grounds.
Hope to get out to the desert again soon for an over-night, next time with a less brilliant moon, so I can see the stars.
Granddaughter Alice was born July 13. She and mom Meredith are fine, father Winter and sister Adeline are happy.
I visited the Andersons in Rye, N.H., two weeks after the birth, combining that with an extended weekend in Rehoboth Beach, Del., with BC classmates (previous post).
The title of this post is part of the lyrics from a Little Feat song, Willin’. I did see my pretty Alice, though she was zonked pretty much in the initial visit.
At the dentist.
Meredith, Adeline, and I enjoyed lobster rolls at Petey’s in Rye and burgers at Rusty Hammer in Portsmouth at lunches during my visit. Alice came along, too, of course, but Winter was working. I also joined them on a visit to the dentist for Adeline’s appointment.
Adeline spent a lot of her time playing with my iPad. I told her my PIN the first day, and she remembered it thereafter(!). Among the things she did was take Photo Booth selfies.
As usual, I put a few hundred miles on rental cars, traveling through a lot of Greater Boston and southern New Hampshire. I stayed at Chez Kenah, and there are no hosts more welcoming than Marcy and Larry. Visited Karen and Richard Sullivan in Mashpee, also wonderful hosts, and saw sister Ann in Woods Hole. She came over from Martha’s Vineyard to join me for lunch. My last night was at Ed Hattauer’s place in Arlington, and Ed was kind enough to drive me to Logan for a 7 a.m. flight, August 6.
On my trip from Rye to Mashpee on August 4, I had a toxic dose of Greater Boston driving. My GPS put me on Rte. 1 in Danvers, heading south, which I hope was for traffic reasons. It may, however, have been an early sign of Garmin dementia. A strong set of thunderstorm cells hit the area, causing a lot of damage and consternation. Take Boston roadways and traffic, add lightning and rain. My GPS lost satellite connection many times and, it seemed, reason because of lightning. It would give me an instruction, lose connection, and then reconnect two instructions back.
I drove through Chelsea, the Ted Williams Tunnel, Southie, residential streets in Quincy, and downtown Quincy on my way to Rte. 3 and the Cape. I knew the way, but had hoped the GPS would save me time in terms of traffic. Some of the time it did, but . . . . Took me four hours.
I had a wonderful 10 days back East. Saw family and friends, though missed many friends I would have liked to have seen. As always, hope to have them join me on this coast sometime soon.
