Chapter 51: Apr 1949 • Diary of my brother, Larry (age 15): Apr 22 Freshman picked weeds at school. Am now reading book called Lets Make Mary. Was late for school because of oversleeping Apr 23 Florence Harold came into my room with Ima looking... Continue
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Subsequent to my last column two weeks ago, Governor Gavin Newsom has put his shoulder to the wheel of the Care Courts Initiative passed by the state legislature in late 2022 by announcing a 2024 statewide referendum to get public buy-in on the concept. This... Continue
How do we Boomers pass on what we’ve learned? Just imagine what it was like to see gusts of people on marches, hordes of humanity listening to music, music that told stories, sweeping across hills, swaying and swooning, waving hands, thousands of us, longing for... Continue
Responding to the many dire situations in the world reminds me of a Buddhist parable. While in the form of a Bodhisattva, the Buddha encounters a starving tiger with two cubs to feed and willingly sacrifices himself. He first offers his leg to the beast,... Continue
Chapter 50: Sonora, California. April 1949 • Larry’s diary (age 15) Apr 1 Freshmen's return was given, but it was so bad I left it to watch the baseball game with Livingston. We won 3 -1. Apr 2 Had tooth taken out, very large molar.... Continue
Classical Buddhist cosmology places humanity within The Saha World system, a time-bound realm of endurance. “Endurance,” etymologically speaking, shares the same Pre-Indo-European word-root as “duration,” deru, (to be steadfast, firm, solid), associated interestingly, with trees and longevity. To endure is to exist over time, like... Continue
Can we picture the Springs as it will be, as it should be? When I recently viewed “Picturing the Springs” by Michael Acker at the Depot Park Museum, I could not stop thinking about what our Springs community once was, what it is now, and... Continue
Bless the many caring individuals, church ministries, and private charities who struggle to feed, shelter, and keep alive the cast-offs, the superfluous population, the losers in our social Monopoly game, who have been cast from the comforting quotidian routine of daily life as an ordinary... Continue
A flash of red springing from the forest floor or a dash of pink jutting from a rocky outcrop always stops me in my tracks. For years, I’ve been taking pictures of incredibly beautiful and unique wildflowers during my walks and hikes in Sonoma Valley... Continue
Chapter 49: 1948/49 • Sonora ~ Just three months after my arrival, my mother—along with losing her mind—lost her brother, Gordon Gregory Chatfield. He died in Letterman's Veteran's Hospital in San Francisco at the age of 42 from his WWII injuries (he fell off the... Continue