Headline: Ghouls Spotted Around Gardner

It is Halloween week and scary movies and haunted houses are right up my alley, so we decided to join in the fun.  At the last minute the decision was made to go on a haunted hayrack ride in Custer Park, sponsored by the local fire department.  We heard from someone who lives in the area that this was not as scary as the haunted house in one of the surrounding towns and given that we had a 7-year old and a 9-year old in tow, this seemed to be the best choice.

Eight of us piled onto the hayrack for a one-mile ride out to a haunted barn, with ghouls and zombies popping up along the way.  The youngest two in the family decided during the ride out into the country that the haunted barn was not for them and many tears ensued.  When we arrived at our destination, everyone decided to take the plunge but unfortunately my brother and sister-in-law spent their time soothing frightened children as they wound their way through the pitch-black maze of 13 separate rooms in the barn.  Terry and I led the way and I had to admit that it was well done and given my claustrophobic nature, feeling my way through a black maze with monsters and other creepy-looking creatures appearing at many of the turns was a little startling at times.  The kids made it through and both decided it wasn’t so bad after all.  Always easier to say this after the fact, isn’t it!

My friend Villa and I joined my brother and sister-in-law, Alan and Traci, for a Halloween party at one of the local pubs.  Terry offered to stay behind and babysit the kids.  Villa and I did not dress in costume but enjoyed watching everyone parade through the bar in their most creative Halloween garb. Costumes were judged at the end of the evening, and although I am biased, I believe my brother Alan  should have received the male prize.  So many of his friends did not even recognize him in costume!

Cruella Deville & The Joker, aka Traci & Alan
My brother, the Joker

This is one of those times when removing the “red eyes” in a photo just doesn’t make sense!

Terry had his own costume judging contest to deal with back at the house.  The oldest nephew Seth and niece Paige decided to paint their faces and be judged. What was a good uncle to do but declare the contest a tie!

Zombies Seth & Paige

Prior to the entire town turning into zombies and other creepy looking characters, we were able to visit the school where our niece Paige and nephew Blake attend, where they proudly showed us their classrooms.

Blake in second grade classroom
4th grader Paige
Me & Paige with the ghouls closing in
Blake in one of his more serious moods

On Halloween day the grade school kids participated in a parade, complete with costumes. Terry was able to snap a few shots of the kids as they strolled by.

"Scary Clown" Blake
"Clumsy Smurf" Paige

And the cutest of them all, Traci’s nephew Ty.

6-month old "monkey" Ty and "zookeeper" mom Angie

Halloween night and the kids are ready to hit the neighborhoods and get all “sugared up”.  We learned it has been a tradition for the moms to get out the golf carts and take the little ones trick-or-treating so Villa and I hopped on to experience a neighbor’s haunted house (much toned down from the previous trip).

Girls Night Out? No, just Halloween in Gardner.

As we pulled away I remembered that I was in charge of making the soup for dinner that night.  Since that wasn’t happening, I quickly ran back to instruct Terry to “make the soup”.  Well, really that was all the instruction I gave him.  His response was, “you’re kidding, right?”, to which I responded, “no, make the soup”, as I quickly ran back to the golf cart. Luckily he knew there was a recipe sitting in the kitchen and I had set aside the ingredients but that was all he had to go on. We didn’t know what to expect when we got back.  We might be going out for pizza.

We arrived at the neighbor’s haunted house and luckily it was “kid rated” so no tears this time!

Traci & Blake

We arrived back at the house a short time later, and guess what, soup’s on!  Nice job Terry!

Chicago, Chicago…

We have landed in Gardner, IL and have been able to park our rig right outside my brother’s house for the week.  Since the closest campground is 35 miles away, we are thankful we do not have this daily commute.  They live in a new subdivision at the end of the road so it is somewhat less obtrusive to have a 38′ rig in the neighborhood than it could be.

We had a few hours to spare one day so we decided to hop on the Amtrak in Joliet (about a 30 minute drive from where the family lives) to go to downtown Chicago.  The temperatures have dipped in this part of the country and the Windy City is well, windy, so it was a brisk day to walk.  We got some exercise in, spending 4 hours walking downtown, seeing some sights we had not seen for many a year or not at all.  Terry once worked for Harris Bank downtown so he was anxious to see how the area had changed.

Chicago Art Institute

As we headed towards Millennium Park we passed the renowned Chicago Art Institute.  It would have been nice to spend the afternoon pouring over the fabulous works of art inside but with just a new hours in the city, a quick photo was to be all we had time for.  Our focus was on exploring Millennium Park.

What was once an industrial wasteland in the heart of Grant Park, with unsightly railroad tracks and parking lots, has evolved into the most significant millennium project in the world, Millennium Park.  Work on this project began in October, 1997 and opened to ceremony in July, 2004, four years behind schedule.  Many feel that this 25-acre park with world-class art, music, architecture, and landscape designs was worth the wait.

The most prominent feature in the park is the stunning Jay Pritzker Pavilion, one of the most sophisticated outdoor concert venues of its kind in the U.S.  It was designed by Frank Gehry, one of the world’s greatest living architects.

Cloud Gate, an interactive sculpture that sits in the center of the park, was designed by Anish Kapoor, providing distorted views of those peering into her depths.

Crown Fountain, brainchild of Jaume Plensa, is a 50-foot block tower of flowing water (no water on this day), depicting the faces of 1000 different Chicagoans.

On a warm sunny day it would be delightful to wander Lurie Garden and the abstract sculptures in the Boeing Galleries but with just a few hours in the city, we had to be selective.

One of the sculptures of the Boeing Galleries

What would a visit to the Windy City be without a photo of Marilyn Monroe in her infamous subway-grate pose?

Seward Johnson, New Jersey based artist known for his gigantic pop art icons displayed in public spaces, created this 26-foot statue that is prominently featured in Pioneer Court, along Michigan Avenue.  It will be on display here until spring 2012.

Unfortunately, it was time to head back to the train depot.  Along the way Terry got in a few photos that I have posted below.

Chicago skyline and fall colors from Jay Pritzker Pavilion
Lovely little downtown park
Chicago River view
Chicago Board of Trade
Wrigley Building

What I Am Reading Now

I just finished reading Cutting for Stone by Abraham Verghese.  I believe it has been on the New York Times bestseller list for 88 weeks and is an exceptional read.  I highly recommend it!

Reflections

“Feelings of worth can flourish only in an atmosphere where individual differences are appreciated, mistakes are tolerated, communication is open, and rules are flexible, the kind of atmosphere found in a nurturing family.”  ~  Virginia Satir

Since we have been in Dayton, OH for the past couple of weeks visiting Terry’s parents, I thought I would write about interesting sights, particularly after visiting Carillon Historical Park with the folks.  Dayton seems to get a bad rap, never making it to the top “whatever” list that I frequently see on the internet. After visiting the Carillon Park museum and the wonderful job done depicting the history of Dayton, it deserves some attention.  Dayton has long been one of the country’s leading producers of patents.  The list of inventions is long, the airplane, artificial heart and kidney machine, and cash register, just to name a few.  Although I found Dayton to be interesting, I want to go in another direction for this post.

When we are in Ohio my thoughts are drawn to the quality time spent with family and friends and how much more enriched I am for having had spent the time here.  Why does reading or writing about feelings and emotions make so many of us uncomfortable?  I believe because it forces us to take pause; it is the proverbial mirror held up in front of us.

As most of us grow older, I believe we have come to realize the importance of family and friends.  I have been so very blessed to have had an anam cara, my “soul friend” Barbara, who I could share my deepest thoughts with, and her with me. She passed away March 15th of this year, and although I still miss her terribly, I have such treasured memories of our times together.  Because of her deteriorating health, whenever we were together, we spoke of our feelings for each other.  There was never any doubt for either of us.  One of my most vivid memories, whenever my visit ended, was for Barb to have her husband Pete put her arms around me for a hug when she was no longer capable of doing this for herself.  This always invoked a lot of tears and that hug said much that words could not express.  To this day, if I shut my eyes, I still feel that embrace, warm as the sun on a beautiful spring day.

So I have asked myself, as many of us do, why does it take knowing that our life here is growing short for us to take the bold step to speak from our heart?  Why don’t we do this on a regular basis, for none of us knows how long we are here?  I find that as I grow older, I feel more of a sense of urgency to step out of my comfort zone, take a risk and speak out, to quiet that little voice in my head that says “hurry, because time is fleeting”.

Like so many others, I had the misfortune of losing my mother at an early age and had an estranged relationship with my father.  I have been deeply blessed to have found beautiful replacements for both with Terry’s parents.  I am thankful to have learned the importance of embracing the time we have together and trying (not always successfully) to overlook the little things that tend to try one’s patience.  As we look back over time, isn’t it the “little things” we remember when our loved ones are gone?  It’s not so much the bike as it is the memory of being taught how to ride the bike.  It is not the dress, but the loving hands that sewed the dress.

We have not done much since our time in Dayton that would prompt taking pictures to post in a blog.  We did lots that will leave those pictures in our minds and imprints on our hearts.  Meals shared together, painting birdhouses, trimming branches, shopping for groceries, running errands, and taking dad to a doctor appointment were the highlights.  These are the “little things” that hopefully have helped them in small ways.  Watching Terry and his mother reminisce as they sorted through old family photos was touching.

Our friend Doug, who recently lost his mother and wrote a heartwarming poem as a tribute to her, which became part of her eulogy, said his new mantra is “no regrets”.  A good mantra for us all to follow.

I came across this quote from an anonymous source the other day that seems very fitting:

“Present your family and friends with their eulogies now – they won’t be able to hear how much you love them and appreciate them from inside the coffin.”

In this hustle-and-bustle world we live in, it can become easy to take for granted the bonds we have formed with those we love the most. We can sometimes forget the importance of showing them, in little ways, how much we appreciate them, how much they touch our hearts.  Let’s take time for the little things.

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A Special Bond

“When we honestly ask ourselves which person in our lives means the most to us, we often find that it is those who, instead of giving much advice, solutions, or cures, have chosen rather to share our pain and touch our wounds with a gentle and tender hand. The friend who can be silent with us in a moment of despair or confusion, who can stay with us in an hour of grief and bereavement, who can tolerate not knowing, not curing, not healing and face with us the reality of our powerlessness, that is a friend who cares.”  ~  Henri Nouwen  (1932-1996)

Normally I would blog about the little treasures to be found in a city like Columbus, OH, and there are those, but I want to take a different path for this posting. Given where we stayed for a couple of days, I feel compelled to touch upon the beauty of friendship, one that is comfortable, one that is steady.

How many of us have had the great fortune of maintaining a connection with someone from our childhood?  Terry has a special friend that he has held onto since junior high, a connection born of the fantasies of adolescent boys, and that has been a constant in his life through many highs and lows for both.

Doug & Terry on their Zundap Bella motor scooters ~ circa 1960

A cancer diagnosis for Terry brought us to Columbus four years ago and a friendship that was already long-standing grew so much deeper, a tragedy flowing into a blessing. I was fortunate to be able to share in this friendship and we were both honored to spend a couple of days at Doug and Donna’s home this past weekend.  You just know you are going to have a great weekend, one promising the creation of memories, when all you care to do, with all the opportunities presented to you, is spend time together visiting.  That is the weekend we had.

Saturday night we shared a great meal, then relaxed around a crackling fire.  A nice glass of wine, discussing our travels, everyday happenings, and kids’ lives rounded out the evening.   When I hear Donna talk about her daughters and grandsons and see the love and support that they both have for their kids, I wish I had not lost my parents so early in life and had the opportunities for these kinds of interactions.

Sunday was even better, with no one getting out of their “comfy” clothes all day long.  Storytelling, the comfort found in moments of silence, and the joy for me of mowing their lawn (I know, sounds a little odd, doesn’t it) added to the day.

Me & John Deere
Me, refusing to relinquish my "ride" to Terry

Honestly, after I realized where Terry and Doug disappeared to, I should have surrendered my hold on their new lawn mower, although I really do enjoy mowing grass.  50 years later, there they are still enjoying their toys, or more specifically, Doug’s new BMW Z4, just a tad pricier and a lot faster than the Zundap Bella motor scooters.  What a beauty she is and the two “old guys” are aging pretty good as well!

At one point in the evening Donna looked at Terry, marveling at how close we had all become, and surmised that perhaps Terry’s journey of cancer treatment and recovery, undertaken at their home four years ago, was meant to result in drawing us closer together.  She may indeed be right about that.

How do you thank someone for opening their home and their hearts to you, leaving their imprint along the way?  Doug and Donna, two endearing souls, took care of us four years ago, and did the same once again this past weekend.  What we have with them is truly a special bond, one that will sustain us throughout our lives.

Doug & Donna

“In everyone’s life, at some time, our inner fire goes out. It is then burst into flame by an encounter with another human being. We should all be thankful for those people who rekindle the inner spirit.”  ~  Albert Schweitzer