Might turn my brain on later and post something a little more profound (for certain generous values of ‘profound’), but for now, here’s a picture of rain-soaked California taken on my noon walk:
You know it’s winter because of the leafless trees and the water in the creek. Should have worked some joggers in shorts into the picture. California: brown in the summer and fall, green in the winter and spring.
It is supposed to rain some more next week, and it does get below 40F some nights. But we out here are holding up OK, thanks for asking.
On a more serious note: last night, my Aunt Verna, 92, the last of the 7 Polansky siblings that included my mother, died. Her daughter my cousin Christine was with here. She had been recovering from a brief illness and preparing for her 93 birthday next week when she became ill, was taken to the hospital and died the next day.
Mary and Adolph Polansky had 7 children, 4 boys and 3 girls, who they raised in East Texas among the other children and grandchildren of Czech immigrants there. In the late 1930s, they began a migration west and all (I think) moved to California at some point, and most stayed. My mom, Mary Magdalene, was the oldest girl, with little sisters Bea and Verna. All ended up in Los Angeles County, Bea and Verna and their families next-door neighbors in Hollywood on the tail end – literally, the last houses – of Mulholland Drive, the non-ritzy part that overlooks the 101 Freeway. (Celebrities did drive by – Uncle Art once got to help out Jay Leno, when his car – some collector vehicle – broke down and he rolled it into Art’s driveway. That’s another story).
We lived 20 minutes away (1960s traffic version of the distance – it’s much farther now) in Whittier, and would get together with the relatives often. Verna’s kids were all older than me, so I didn’t get to know her as well as Bea, who had a couple boys nearer my age.
The brothers, my uncles, all died first, mostly in their 70s. Mom held out to age 86, I think Bea made it to 90, and now Verna almost made it to 93. She was a sweet woman, devote in her Catholic faith, and yet had a hard life, outliving her two sons and divorced years ago by their father. Now Our Lord has dismissed her in peace, according to His word. Eternal rest, grant to her, O Lord, and let perpetual light shine upon her!
Thus also ends any direct living connection the Moore family had with Texas, which almost qualifies in Modern America as ‘the Old Country’.