It Was My Lucky Day

Yesterday was my lucky day in a way. We reached a decision – a resolution/solution to an ongoing problem. We are going to move. It has become increasingly difficult to meet my husband’s needs for care within our current set-up here at the Assisted Living (Ida Culver) facility. So………we are going to move – within the facility – from our one bedroom apartment on the third floor – we are going to move down to ta studio apartment on the first floor where there is more care available. More care for my husband, more freedom for me. The downside is less space. We have seen what other couples have done in this dilemma and it looks workable. Agonizing downsizing!

Pictures to follow!

Not exactly the picture I was looking for but it’s slightly good at showing a bit of the space and belongings we have now.

The End of an Era (18) – The Trumbull House – Final Words – 1756 – 2021

Judy – what a wonderful account of the history of your family and the Trumbull house. There are a number of similarities to the old house and farm owned by my sister and her husband in Milforrd New Hampshire.

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A piece of the history of Trumbull, Connecticut, is being destroyed.  This piece of history is a house built in 1756.

Trumbull House - June, 2020, front view

Quoting from a Christmas card sent by my grandfather in 1956, titled “Two Hundred Christmases in Trumbull”:

“This house was built during the French and Indian War.  It was 17 years old at the time of the Boston Tea Party, and 21 Christmases had passed when the American Army found itself encamped at Valley Forge. 

Trumbull House - June, 2020 - side view

It was 32 when Washington was inaugurated, and 41 when Trumbull held its first town meeting.  The national capital was burned and rated during the 58th year of existence and 109 winters had passed at the time of Abraham Lincoln’s assassination. 

Trumbull House - June 2020 - Back view

When the first ship passed through the Panama Canal, this house had been giving shelter for 158 years.

In 1922, when these walls had been standing for 166 years, the Guion…

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Is This My Lucky Day?

I was taking a stroll down our corridor here at Ida Culver (Assisted Living) and I met a nw employee – and she is from Tibet. I could have hugged her I was so happy. Her name tag read Tsering. Bingo if that isn’t a Bhutanese name I don’t know what is. For example, our landlord for the 2 years we lived in Bhutan was the Foreign Minister Dasho Llimpo Dawa Tsering. It was a long time ago now, more than 30 years, but my memories are vivid of those very special 2 years.

Ida Culver House Broadview Seattle
Landscape in Bhutan
How weaving is done in Bhutan
Looking down on our house in Bhutan, 1985-1987

Working on Blog Problems

Fishing – Allen Rizzi

This is a nice photo of my blogging friend Allen Rizzi but ………..it’s not the photo I want right now. (sorry Al)

I want to add a specific photo to my blog. WordPress tells me I have to select that photo from my library. How do I get the photo into the library?? so I can then select it? Seem to be a circular problem.

Indian leather worker Again a nice picture but not the one I wanted

Tony’s At 5 AM

This is the best blog so far! Thanks for the memory. Now I want to buy your book on fly fishing.

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I have many memories from my childhood that all fit me like snug warm clothes in winter. One in particular is recalled often as it set a rhythm my whole life has followed.

In the early 1950’s, I was a very young fisherman who had a particularly proud father. He was a hard-working salesman and a fly fisherman. On Friday nights from May to October we would play out a ritual together that was repeated many, many times. I would obediently go to bed early at about 6 PM and would be awaken at 11:30 PM to begin a magic carpet ride to the Sierra Nevada Mountains and the Owens River that laid at their feet.

The road was long: Precisely it was 306 miles and six hours flat from our small home in San Fernando, California to our fishing destination, the Long Ears Ranch on the Owens River. The…

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