Category Archives: Memories

Un-Go-Fike-Tay, Bud?

Because my uncle passed away, I’ve been reminiscing a lot about my dad and his brother, Bud.

Although my dad is very smart, Bud was always the cerebral brother.

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He was moved up two grades in school. And that made it hard for him to feel like he belonged with his peers. He was always the smallest of all the boys in his new grade levels.

My dad was, and continues to be, very active. He LOVES to exercise and has always enjoyed being in the outdoors.

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Dad was always in a hurry to do things as a kid growing up in Berkeley, California. And that speed even accompanied his speech.

He used to constantly ask Bud, “Un-go-fike-tay, Bud?”

That translated into, “Do you want to go on a hike today, Bud?”

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So as I was growing up, whenever one of us talked too fast, Dad’s comeback was often, “Un-go-fike-tay, Bud?”

Never ceased to make me giggle and to slow down and repeat what I had just said. ūüôā

Farewell to an Irish Belle

maureen-ohara-honorary-oscarMaureen O’Hara died today.

She was 95 years old, and she was living in Boise with her grandson and his family.

She’s always been a favorite actress of mine for so many reasons. Her beauty was nearly overwhelming, her strength matched her feistiness, and her acting skills were phenomenal.

While I’ve seen lots of her movies, two are my perennial favorites: ¬†The Quiet Man and The Parent Trap.

qmBorn in Ireland, she was the natural choice for The Quiet Man, a film about an American who returns to his native Ireland after accidentally killing an opponent in the boxing ring. The movie is delightfully fun, and it was filmed in County Cong, Ireland.

Carol, Richie, and I bicycled through Cong and even saw the thatched house used in the movie.

ptThe Parent Trap¬†was also delightfully fun, and is special to me because it’s about identical twins reunited after their parents separated.

I still remember seeing The Parent Trap with a group of elementary school friends at the theater. It was years after it debuted, but it was the first movie Carol and I got to go to alone without our parents.

Here are two of my favorite quotes about Maureen O’Hara:

John Wayne:¬†I’ve had many friends, and I prefer the company of men. Except for¬†Maureen O’Hara.

Clint Eastwood: I guess everybody was in love with Maureen O’Hara.

And here are some of my favorite photos from our trip to Cong, Ireland…

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Men’s Shirts — Short Skirts

7988293ca28a250ab86faef56c38829eToday’s weather is going to be PERFECT!

Cloudy all day long.

Temperature under 70 degrees.  PERFECT after this long,  hot  summer.

And I’m wearing my favorite outfit: shorts or a skirt and a long sleeved men’s shirt.

That reminds me of my favorite Shania Twain’s song because she talks about “Men’s shirts-short skirts”.

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One of my most cherished memories is singing this song with Melissa and Carol just before the Women’s Fitness Celebration 5K Race during Melissa’s first year in college at Boise State University.

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Carol and I had driven up from Fallon to visit Melissa about a month after she started college.

We joined 20,000+ other women in song along the streets in downtown Boise.

It was a magical moment with incredible energy and sisterhood.

And that’s when I knew I wanted to live in Boise. ūüôā

That was 16 years ago this weekend. ¬†So in memory of that…

Let’s go girls!

Man! I Feel Like A Woman!”

Let’s go girls! Come on.

I’m going out tonight-I’m feelin’ alright
Gonna let it all hang out
Wanna make some noise-really raise my voice
Yeah, I wanna scream and shout
No inhibitions-make no conditions
Get a little outta line
I ain’t gonna act politically correct
I only wanna have a good time

The best thing about being a woman
Is the prerogative to have a little fun

Oh, oh, oh, go totally crazy-forget I’m a lady
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Oh, oh, oh, really go wild-yeah, doin’ it in style
Oh, oh, oh, get in the action-feel the attraction
Color my hair-do what I dare
Oh, oh, oh, I wanna be free-yeah, to feel the way I feel
Man! I feel like a woman!

The girls need a break-tonight we’re gonna take
The chance to get out on the town
We don’t need romance-we only wanna dance
We’re gonna let our hair hang down

The best thing about being a woman
Is the prerogative to have a little fun

Oh, oh, oh, go totally crazy-forget I’m a lady
Men’s shirts-short skirts
Oh, oh, oh, really go wild-yeah, doin’ it in style
Oh, oh, oh, get in the action-feel the attraction
Color my hair-do what I dare
Oh, oh, oh, I wanna be free-yeah, to feel the way I feel
Man! I feel like a woman!

The best thing about being a woman
Is the prerogative to have a little fun (fun, fun)

Oh, oh, oh, go totally crazy-forget I’m a lady
Men’s shirts-short skirts
Oh, oh, oh, really go wild-yeah, doin’ it in style
Oh, oh, oh, get in the action-feel the attraction
Color my hair-do what I dare
Oh, oh, oh, I wanna be free-yeah, to feel the way I feel
Man! I feel like a woman!

I get totally crazy
Can you feel it
Come, come, come on baby
I feel like a woman

Sweet 112

In dog years, ¬†she’s 112. In actual years, she just celebrated her 16th birthday with a trip to New York City.

Fourteen years ago she and almost 100 other search and rescue dogs worked to find victims and survivors of 9/11.

DOG’S Bretagne’s (Brittney’s) BEST DAY

Giving deserving pups the best day of their lives, one incredible story at a time.

Meet Bretagne: the last known living search and rescue dog who worked at Ground Zero.

As members of Texas Task Force 1, Bretagne and her mom/handler Denise Corliss had an intense first deployment They joined nearly 100 other search and rescue dogs to find and save people trapped in the rubble of the World Trade Center after 9/11. They’ve had an unshakable bond ever since.

After hearing Bretagne’s story and learning that her 16th birthday was coming up, there was no question in our minds that she deserved a Dog’s Best Day for the ages.

To celebrate her birthday and thank her for her incredible service, we were honored to team up with the dog-lovers at 1 Hotels to bring this New York City hero and her mom back to the city for the ultimate Dog’s Best Day.

Thanks to Lorraine for posting a link to this FaithTap story on Facebook.

You Never Know…

Bend,  Oregon

Here is a true story of something that happened this weekend while playing pickleball at a tournament in Bend.

It shows how we never know where our words will land…

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When I first started playing pickleball at the local YMCA three years ago,  I met a man named Don Zaph.

Don was a character РР with a joie de vivre that was both inspiring and contagious. 

A former Olympic distance runner for Canada,  Don literally ran at least a hundred miles a week, usually on the Boise Greenbelt.

downloadPickleball was just for fun and a way to meet people.  

Wearing loud Hawaiian  shorts and laughing with every play,  Don made a great partner.

Sadly and very unexpectedly,  just shy of his 70th birthday,  Don died in his sleep from a blood clot.

Here’s the start of Don’t obituary :

¬†Donald Allen Zaph 1944 ~ 2013 Don Zaph is on his longest run, but this time it won’t be on the Greenbelt. He left this world …

Rhoda, ¬†his ex-wife and forever best friend, ¬†held a memorial service at a park along the Greenbelt and served Don’s two favorite foods: Coca-Cola and Hershey Chocolate Bars.

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I wasn’t able to attend the service, ¬†so a few weeks afterwards I sent an email to Rhoda, ¬†whom I had never met but felt like I knew because Don talked so lovingly of her.¬†

I told her how much I loved Don and how much I would miss him.  And I told her a few funny stories about Don.  

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Fast forward to this weekend…

I had forgotten that  Rhoda lived in Bend  until I heard her name announced for a match at the tournament of nearly 300 players.

I told a Boise friend, ¬†“That must Don’s ex-wife!” My friend had no idea who I was talking about.

A woman walking by quickly turned around and asked, ¬†“Are you talking about me?”¬†

Turns out the woman was Rhoda, ¬†so we got the opportunity to meet in person and share some wonderful stories about Don. We laughed, ¬†we cried, ¬†and we hugged…

I learned that Don randomly took gifts to hospitalized children and war veterans.  And when he took the gifts,  he stayed and visited for a couple of hours. 

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One child’s parents heard their child’s first laugh in a year during one of Don’s visits.¬†

And a veteran loved the huge stuffed dog Don bought to replace the vet’s recently deceased dog.

I miss Don, and I’m so happy that I got to learn more about him from Rhoda based on a chance encounter…¬†

Took a Little Tumble…

Meridian, Idaho

Four years ago today, I took a little tumble off of my bicycle and my health has not been the same since. (More about that in an upcoming post…)

I was on the last half mile of a wonderful 25 mile ride along the Boise Greenbelt. I was staying at Melissa’s house while she was in Seattle visiting Richie. Rich was in Fallon visiting his dad.

I had just lost 40 pounds to reach my goal weight and was feeling (and looking) marvelous. Just marvelous!

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I’m still not quite sure how the fall happened. I think I caught the edge of the pavement which caused my front tire to turn sideways as¬†I went over the handlebars. I was riding alone, so I’m not sure if I blacked out.¬†I do remember thinking “Oh, this is going to be bad…” as I was falling head first into the pavement. I had a bicycle helmet on, but those do nothing to protect chins. ūüôĀ

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When I got up, I saw that my knees had some impressive strawberries. I had apparently kept my hands on the handlebars because my knuckles were pretty bruised up and bloody as well. I raised one hand to my chin and saw blood as I pulled it away.

I needed to get back to my car, so¬†I road my bike the last 1/2 mile and loaded the bike. As I got into the car, I ¬†looked in the rear view mirror and knew immediately that I had to get to the hospital because my chin was very swollen and I wasn’t sure if I had broken a wrist.

xrayThe hospital was only a couple of miles away. After waiting just a short bit to see the ER doctor, he came in, took one look at my chin, and said, “I’m pretty sure you’ve broken your jaw. We’ll need an x-ray to confirm it.”

The second time I saw myself was when they pulled the x-ray machine down in front of my face and lined up the cross hairs. I looked at my reflection in the glass and said, “Holy Shit!” when I saw how swollen my face¬†was only it came out, “Holy Thit!” through my swollen lips. ¬† ūüôā

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Turns out my jaw wasn’t broken, just very bruised. Here’s what the underside of my jaw looked like when I got home later that day… Impressive! I felt like Billy Bob Thornton’s Sling Blade character.

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I was concerned about my hands and wrists and thought they might be broken.¬†But the doctor had me squeeze his hands and said I was ‘very strong’. I said, “Well, maybe, but I’m clumsy and after two falls in three weeks maybe I should start acting my age.” He said, “What you’re doing is just fine. You are acting your age.” That made me feel lots better.

I still ride my bicycle, and I’ve taken a few falls since then. But, thankfully, none of them were as bad as this one…

Way Too Long!

Meridian, Idaho

A few months before I turned 40, I went on a vacation.

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It was amazing! I spent four days and three nights on the California coast in Mendocino.

I came across the pictures I took recently and reminisced about the trip…

First stop was in Muir Woods for a short hike.

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Second stop was a view of the hills off of Highway 1.

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Third stop was my hotel with a (distant) view of the sea.

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My hotel room was ever so lovely…

Mendo-3 Mendo-4 Mendo-5Next stop was a hike along the coast. 
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I spent the weekend hiking, reading, a browsing the quaint Mendocino shops.

Mendo-8Mendo-10The amazing thing to me is that when I took my first solo vacation, I swore that I wouldn’t wait another 40 years to take another one.

But here it is, 18 years later and I haven’t taken another.

I’ve thought about it, but I’ve never gotten around to it.

It’s time to do more than think about it. ūüôā

I’m off to browse travel sites and start making plans to solo travel again.

Glory Hole

Meridian, Idaho

I’m going through some old pictures, deciding what to discard and what to scan electronically and then discard.

I came across some photos of when Rich and I visited the Owyhyee (oh-Y-hee) Dam just after we moved to Idaho nine years ago.

It was a wet year–probably the last one since we moved here. And there was flooding below the dam.

A friend in Nevada had told us to take a look at the dam because it’s so impressive. And it was.

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From Wikipedia:

Owyhee Dam (National ID # OR00582) is a concrete arch-gravity dam on the Owyhee River in Eastern Oregon near Adrian, Oregon, United States. Completed in 1932 during the Great Depression, the dam generates electricity and provides irrigation water for several irrigation districts in Oregon and neighboring Idaho. At the time of completion, it was the tallest dam of its type in the world (it was surpassed about two years later). The dam is part of the Owyhee Dam Historic District, which is listed on the National Register of Historic Places.

The dam impounds the river to create the Owyhee Reservoir, with storage capacity of nearly 1,200,000 acre feet (1.5 km3) of water. The more than 400-foot (120 m) tall concrete-arch gravity dam is owned by the United States Bureau of Reclamation (USBR) and operated by the Owyhee Irrigation District. Haystack Rock Road is carried over the 833-foot (254 m) long crest of the dam.

We knew it was a tall dam, but we had no idea what we were going to see once we drove up the road to the top of the dam!

Here’s a sequence of three shots of what amazed us:

A wisp of water misting up from the reservoir just a little bit away from the dam.

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A hole underneath the wisp of water that went somewhere…

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A HUGE HOLE that tons of water were sucked down into! GH-3

Turns out that’s called a Glory Hole. The hole is the spillway for the dam. It’s nearly 300′ deep and almost 70′ wide.

Here’s a video of water going over the spillway that someone posted on YouTube. Listen to the sound. Amazing.

Engineers can raise and lower the ring-gate control of the glory hole to help monitor water levels and run off.

Driving up the road to view the dam and then seeing (and hearing) the glory hole is a memory I will never forget.

Neither is watching one unlucky fish being sucked into the glory hole…