This year’s spring break trip was fun and sad at the same time.
My youngest daughter and I flew to San Jose, CA. rented a car and drove up to Santa Rosa. We spent most of the week with my younger son, his girl friend and their little guy, Gauge.
For those who don’t know, Gauge was born 4 months early and weighed in at 1lb. He truly is a miracle baby, who’s here because of God, the many prayers and faith of wonderful people all over my real world and my blog world. As you can see, he’s doing great! He still has to be on oxygen at night, but, that’s about it. We are blessed. He’s a fantastic baby, and was fun to take care of.
I was a naughty grandma and let him really have fun at dinner times, as you can see by the photos.
Santa Rosa was in the 60’s and 70’s. I was running around with short sleeves and people were asking, "Aren’t you cold?" lol Heck, that’s sunbathing weather!
I had fun hitting some Nurseries, (bought myself a new Bay tree), and with GPS in the rental car, took advantage of just seeing the area.
When I lived in Yakima, WA, there were orchards and vineyards. I didn’t realize how much I’ve missed them until you see those beautiful rolling hills and the gorgeous vineyards.
Every where you look it’s green, lush and beautiful.
Charles Shulz, who drew the ‘Charlie Brown’ comics, lived in Santa Rosa. After his death they opened a Museum, and a huge ice rink. I convinced my daughter to come with me to the museum. She was bored to death, but, at least she can say she’s been there. lol
We hit Chinatown in San Fran. Did some shopping, and had dinner. It’s one of my favorite places. After dinner we drove to a little Italian deli/bakery that has THE best desserts.
I drove back to San Jose to spend the last few days of vacation with my father. He had been there taking care of his oldest brother, my Uncle John.
Uncle John died quietly in his sleep. He didn’t want a big funeral and is buried in the family graveyard, which is near the bottom of where the family ranch used to be.
It’s sad to think that of the 6 children in the family, 3 are left. My father is the youngest. It is always an eye opener that when you die, you leave behind everything earthly, and your loved ones are left with memories and deciding what to do with the things in this life that were important to you.
There was some scandal. The Philippine woman who was a live-in care giver, convinced him to change lawyers and his will towards the end, when he was not quite all there. She had herself put in the will for 1/4 of everything (which is a lot) and if one of my other aunts hadn’t been around as much as she was, she would have married him, thus taking everything.
This woman then tells my father that she was not only John’s caregiver but was taking care of him sexually as well…
What kind of person does things like this and then tells the person’s family member?
Needless to say, shit hit the fan.
People and greed… it’s not something I hope I ever have to deal with, or feel.
While we were in the area, my dad took us around and showed us the places of his childhood, (and some of mine). Then he showed us the property that was owned by the family.
The first place he bucked hay, his first girlfriend’s family home, etc.
I showed my daughter the place where the ranch house used to be, and the drive way, hills and eucalyptus trees, that my brother and I would play on. I showed her, Olivera Egg Ranch. My Grandmother’s family owns it. I remember going there as a child to see cousins.
I found a brick from the old chimney, and brought it home with me. I got some funny looks at the airport. They finally had me check it through (it was too close to a weapon.)
It was fun to be able to show my daughter a bit of my past. Because of my father and mother’s tendency to move constantly, I’m not usually able to do that.
Enough of my rambling. The weather was great, the people were all very nice, I had wonderful visits with my aunts and uncles, and enjoyed the whole trip. BIG HUGS, Steph
Either way, I’m a happy camper.