My visit to the Judy Garland Museum, Grand Rapids, June 2015

    A visit to the Judy Garland Museum in Grand Rapids is always exciting with the opportunity for me to make new friends. I had flown into Fargo Airport where Ruth and Robert Turner picked me up and took me to their home in Grand Forks. I had met Ruth at the Judy In Hollywood 2010 function organized by Jan Glazier and we had kept in touch through the years and knowing I was considering a visit to Grand Rapids, she insisted I spend a few days with her and her family. Robert had offered to drive us in to the celebrations. 

    Ruth and I arrived late afternoon on the Wednesday and checked into the legendary Sawmill Inn. Why does the phrase “decayed grandeur” immediately come to mind. I imagine the Inn was built in the 1970s and retains much of the charm of these buildings, even with an old-fashioned door key, and an indoor pool and Jacuzzi.  Every time I passed the Jacuzzi I recollect talking with Sid and Joey Luft while they relaxed there after a game of golf when I last visited the Museum in 1997-ghosts of the past!  We bumped into Paul Herrick in the lobby. He is sorry to have missed Robert, who was on his way home. Everyone loves Robert.  We found our rooms; made our way to the Cedars Dining room, and sat with Paul, Lorraine Lassig-Banks, the Coroner (Jeff Kortman)  and Scarecrow (Tom Hendicks)  and the charming Michelle Russell.  I seem to remember having an excellent pork chop. Paul, who is the tech person helping with presentations, has his computer on the table and so I pass my flash drive to him and it seems to work. 

Lorraine & Paul

Joseph, Ruth & Michelle

After dinner, we remained in the dining room talking about Judy, of course. Joseph Malinosvsky and Alyson Hill were with us. Ruth saw that John Fricke and Brent Phillips were at another table and so she said Hello to them and they came over and joined us. We had numerous photographs taken –“ The three authors!”  John, says Jokingly.  He explained to me that he had known Brent for several years and they often helped each other with their writings. Brent charmed us all with his pleasant manner and laughing brown eyes, a true dancer, reminded me of Gene Kelly. Brent told me that he had been with the Joffrey Ballet for about ten years. “Lifting the ballerinas?” I joked, “Oh Yes,” he nodded in reply. He had been a great fan of Judy’s and we all sat reminiscing about her for quite a while.

Brent & John 

    The next morning, Thursday, after breakfast Ruth and I went over to the Museum to check that whether John’s presentation and mine worked on Paul’s computer. They did so we were all relieved. We went down to inspect the room where the Opening Festival Events were to be. There was a low platform for Josh, the pianist. A screen was found and the stand to support it. I’d bought a CD of Judy singing songs from the London Sessions and Michelle produced a CD player so it could be playing before and between set ups.  It was going to work………..     While Ruth ran around the museum and visited Judy’s home, I was content to remain in the lobby. Like most anthropologists, my fascination is with people, I love watching them. My particular joy is airplane terminals where I seem to spent hours, not reading, but watch the constant movement of people, many from foreign lands.At some point Paul organized a group of us to go over to the Gumm house to have a photograph taken.I was glad to see Rudy and Kim Rudolph again, I had met them at one of the UK club meetings; also Sheree Gilbert and Kathleen Stevens Lands, the niece of my old friend, Gordon Stevens.

Coroner &
Scarecrow

Sheree, Kathleen and John

     Many people coming in and out, it was quite exciting!. I spent time with the Scarecrow and the Coroner and was fascinated to see them change suddenly into their Oz characters when visitors walked in. They were true actors!  It was amazing to see so many small children jumping for joy at meeting an Oz characters in the flesh as it were. However, it was not only children who were excited;  I watched a young woman dance back and forth with the Scarecrow, as if she was Dorothy in the Land of Oz. Many of the events on based the Wizard of Oz theme because the movie is so close to the hearts of everyone.

      Michelle Russell had prepared a new wall presentation of Judy’s Public Service work inspired by a chapter in my book, Always for Judy and John Fricke had supplied many of the photographs from his collection. A family came in with a daughter who was obviously autistic (wearing head phones to dull of noise simulation) and I mentioned Judy’s work with handicapped children and service members and they went down to view it.

     Ruth and I went back to the Sawmill to change and have dinner. Nialani and Bobby arrived so “my team” was all there. 

     Pianist, Josh Gallagher, was the opening act and he would play his Jazz Tribute to Judy Garland just before my presentation at 8 p.m., Remembering the Judy I knew.   

     Bobby took my Sony camera and put in on a high cupboard to film my presentation from there and Nialani used my iPhone for close ups. Ruth made sure I had water to drink. I was grateful to have these three personal assistants helping me.

    When Michelle Russell and John Kelsch invited me to attend this year’s Festival I realized I would have to prepare a Power Point Presentation. I knew what I would be talking about, Judy at the Palladium and Dominion etc. and so I put together some photographs but I needed some of Judy’s songs to liven it up. Luckily, I had a good friend, Frank Labrador, who offered to embed them for me. He added transitions to all the slides, and animated some of them so that they played in rhythm to the music clips. A truly talented creative soul. .  

We all enjoyed Josh Gallagher’s music but finally it was my turn to talk. John Fricke had told me the evening before that he would be introducing me and I was very honored. We had met many years ago in New York and occasionally bump into together each other at Judy functions. John mentioned that he had followed my writings in the British Judy Garland Club, over the years and this information had helped him in many of the books he wrote. I said that no one had perpetuated the memory more beautifully than John had and hoped he would go on through the years finding new aspects of Judy’s genius to entertain us.

thanks to Kristin Yanish Pavlish for photo

   I talked about discovering her in the movie, Strike up the Band, seeing her at the London Palladium 1951 and the London Dominion 1957, and meeting her after the last show. Also attending Press Reception in 1960; attending one of the London recording sessions at EMI house, and seeing her London Palladium concerts in 1960. I was lucky enough to be at the London Palladium during some of the filming of I Could Go On Singing – also at a recording session in 1962. When I moved to California in 1963, I found myself working at CBS during the same time of Judy’s early tapings for her CBS Television Series and I was able to share the excitement of attending the party after the first television show with Mickey Rooney. The presentation ended with Judy singing, “This is my Lucky Day” because I felt so lucky to have Judy in my life and through her met so many lovely people who have become friends.

Ruth taking shot of Joseph and I 

Ruby, Paul & Joseph

    We retreated to the Bar at the Sawmill and stayed there until midnight talking.

Friday.  The divers came back from their exploration of Lake Superior without finding the Ruby Shoes, which had been stolen from the museum years ago.  

    The first event of the day was a Wizard of Oz Jeopardy Game at 10 a.m. followed by my book signing from 11 a.m. to noon.  I was quite content sitting there talking to people and at one point Brent Phillips joined us, sitting on the floor happily explaining to Ruth, Nialani and I how he came to write his book, 

Ruth, Brent & Nialani

Ruth, the book and Brent

Charles Walters: The Director who made Hollywood Dance.

with my assistant Ruth

I am on my own for a moment and in walks the Tin Man; I suppose everyone has his favorite character and he is mine.  I jump up and dance around him like a small child, inspecting the costume.  He tells me about Judy’s home being moved from several locations and how he came to create his costume and how he goes out on Halloween.    

Larry Muggs Johnson

    John Fricke was very busy every day.  He gave a talk on Fun Facts about Oz from 1:30 – 2.00 p.m. Then at 3.30 p.m., there was the big event for me, a presentation by John about Judy in Concert. He shared rare footage of silent home movies taken of Judy during her concert years from 1951-1969. He also had a couple of Garland recordings from her 1950s and 1960s appearances. I loved hearing these special recordings again. Thank you John! 

    I realized there was something peculiar going on when Bobby and I sat over on the right hand side of the audience and my other two assistants seated themselves, with my handbag, over on the left hand side. They took no notice of the retreats from me to join us. At the end of John’s talk, when I am recovering from the emotions of hearing Judy sing again, John calls out “where is Ruth?” and I realize Nialani and she have gone from the room. I sense they are up to something and suggest to Bobby I will slip out but he stops me. The door bursts open and my two Oz friends; the Scarecrow and the Coroner come in with a special cake for my birthday, and cakes for everyone. I am very touched and quite overcome emotionally. But I still threaten to fire these two assistants!.  Altogether a very special afternoon and thanks to everyone.

Dorothy, Scarecrow , Coroner and Bobby

   Soon after, we have to say our goodbyes because Nialani and Bobby offered to take us back to Grand Forks to save Robert having to drive in again to pick us up. 

   John Kelsch and Michelle Russell work hard to make the Museum a fun place for children and their parents to visit because everyone loves, the Oz story and characters. The Museum is full of books, recordings of Judy and mementos. 

John Kelsch and Michelle Russell

I am sure the rest of the activities were just as exciting;here are a few:

For the children there was Farm and Zoo event in the afternoon put on by the Lake Superior Zoological Society in the Memorial Gardens. Then BBQ Picnic planned for 5:30 p.m., followed by  a Wizard of Oz Character Costume Contest at 7.30 p.m. then the screening of the famous movie.

Saturday

John Fricke is full of information about the Oz movie and Judy and happy to share all he knows. He had two talks in the morning with film clips, one about the actors who were nearly in the movie: The OZ That Almost “Woz” and the other about the actors who played the roles ALWAYS From the Yellow Brick Road.  

From 11 a.m. - 2 p.m. there was THE EMERALD CITY FEST in down town Grand Rapids with the Horse of a Different color carriage rides, Face painting, Hair Braiding and Glitter Tattoos. I can imagine Michelle and my two Oz friends were kept quite busy.

My new friend, Brent Phillips gave his talk about his book on Charles Walters, with film clips. Sorry I missed this. 

From 5.00 - 6:30 p.m. there was The Judy Garland Museum Singing Contest for youngsters from 6 – 18 years.  

The final event was a Wine and Cheese Reception at 7 p.m. then a talk by Hamilton Meserve, son of Margaret Hamilton, the witch in the movie. It must have been fascinating.

Sunday FAREWELL BREAKFAST

Thanks to my support team, Nialani, Bobby & Ruth

My visit to Grand Forks, North Dakota - June 2015

                 I recently returned from a delightful trip to Grand Forks, ND and need to document the extra special events around my birthday.  

                The date is June 7 and I am on my way to Fargo, ND. The flight is uneventful, having a 10 a.m. departure time, so much more pleasant than those 6 a.m. starts;  no drama or interesting people to converse with and I am happy to be greeted by my two lovely friends, Nialani and Ruth.  Fargo is a charming, pleasant and small airport which I would  recommended to anyone.  Robert, Ruth’s husband retrieves the car and we are away. It is still daylight so I can see the countryside. We pass long flat terrain comprising of mainly farmland. All four of us are happy to be together again.  

Nialani, me & Ruth

                 We arrive at Ruth’s house and I am given a quick tour, pointing out the selection of  bedrooms I might like, but she says, “You are not staying here tonight,  I am taking you over to my mother’s house because both Nialani and I are teaching in the morning and my mother will look after you.”So we bundle in the car again and drive to Isabel’s house. Isabel gives me a big hug; we had met at the Judy in the Hollywood 2013 function, and deposited me in a very nice bedroom with the promise of egg and bacon in the morning. The next morning I look around the room and notice several men’s watches on a dish on dressing table and go outside, and say accusingly, “You have given me your bedroom!”  “Oh, he is all right, he is downstairs,” she replies, as if ‘she’ herself  is of no concern.  We chat for a couple of hours and suddenly I said, “what about that bacon and eggs, you promised me.” Isabel, being of Norwegian descent and a farmer’s wife reminds me so much of my cousin’s wife in Devon, also a farmer’s wife. I wonder if all farmers’ wives are like this, friendly, hospitable and full of information about the family, friends and neighbors.

With Isabel & Robert

The “working girls” come home and we decide to have a potluck meal at home at Isabel’s house that evening with everyone contributing something. Nialani wants to show me the town and so we set of for a tour of Grand Forks. We pass gracious tree lined streets; the whole place seems to be one beautiful suburb. We reach the 4^th, 2^nd Streets and are downtown.  Many of the large elegant houses belong to members of the medical profession now. We drive past the elegant University of North Dakota buildings. Nialani had completed her Masters in Speech Therapy there and her husband, Bobby, is finishing his Ph.D. in Micro Biology. Suddenly Nialani says mischiefly,    “Would you like to cross State lines and go into Minnesota?” I’m always up for any adventure and so we drove across the bridge between the two States. “My Goodness,” I exclaim, “ It is really quite different.”  It appears much more relaxed and colorful. There had once been a speakeasy there, now a restaurant called Whitey’s. In comparison, North Dakota seems was more sedate and  conservative. Nialani said she had to take me to a particularly exciting store called Widman’s where all they sell is chocolates,

Nialabi in Widman's

I bought some chocolate covered crisps towards desert.

Bobby and choc.covered crisps

I had first met Nialani when she was about fourteen years old, in my son, Adrian’s, band room at Dixon High School. We shared a love of jazz, particularly the girl jazz singers, Nialani sang, as did Ruth, and when she and Bobby moved to Grand Forks, I introduced them, thinking they had the jazz in common also their work with handicapped children.

Nialani became a part of my son’s family babysitting the boys and we became good friends, but I really did not know Bobby well, just seeing him in passing. One thing I learned is that he is a good cook, what an asset in a husband!  

After our tour, we went to their home

and met their cat, named Mixie, part Siamese and very chatty cat drinking out of a people’s glass, quite elegant.
Bobby comes home and barbecues chicken and hamburgers. We pack the car up and go over to Isabel’s house and I finally get to meet the head of the family, Carrol, who is actually older than I am, which is saying something, and still runs a business selling and delivering grain and is gone by 6 a.m. driving his Volvo semi-truck 16 wheeler. Their son is working their farm now.

Nialani, Ruth, Isabel with
Roberts & Carrol

Isabel and I are having so much fun chatting about life and about families that we tell Ruth that I will stay with her until after we return from Grand Rapids.  

Tuesday

Ruth has arranged for me to do a book signing at the University of North Dakota bookstore and we three spent a lovely afternoon chatting to people who stops by, including Bobby and two of his colleagues.  One man tells me a long saga about his fight with city hall about the use of a road in front of his house and wants me to ghost write his story.

Bobby,Nialani,me,Isabel,Angie,Ruth,Robert&Barry

In the evening, Bobby and Nialani invited everyone to dinner at the Toasted Frog, what a marvelous name! We get to meet Ruth & Robert’s dear friends, Barry Bjorgaard, a cardiologist and his wife, Angie.

Wednesday 

 Robert drives Ruth and I into Grand Rapids to the Judy Garland Museum (see Grand Rapids  blog) and I learn so much about his early life and philosophy of bringing up their three children

Friday

 After John Fricke’s presentation, Bobby, Nialani, Ruth and I drive back to Grand Forks stopping on the way for a meal at an Italian Restaurant, Tutte Benne  in Bemidji, where the waiter charmed us with a five minute explanation of one dish.

I am supposed to be writing a review on Trip Adviser, but don’t hold your breath! 
As soon as we arrive at Ruth’s house, I have a quick tour of her beautifully decorated house and am deposited in the guest bedroom.It is a very comfortable home with cushions everywhere including the kitchen nook.  Ruth’s house and garden are a reflection of her personality and beauty.  The walls and every surface adorned with many photographs taken of her family.and why she has not been written up in Homes & Gardens magazine, is beyond me. Her soul equally fine and beautiful; she teaches handicapped children at the local school and in the afternoons, she runs around helping families in need through the Easter Seals programs. I am quite in awe of her contributions to society.

Saturday I go with Bobby and Nialani to street fair, ArtFest  in town. We enjoy all the stalls and I am excited to find a stall run by Peru-Ecuadorians, and I buy some head bands for my granddaughter. The stall owner tells us his band will be playing very shortly and so we buy some snacks for lunch, go over to watch, and spend a delightful hour enjoying their music.

Bobby points out the flood lines where the Red River of the North has overflowed in previous years.  This river runs north up into Canada and empties into Lake Winnipeg where it joins the Nelson River and ultimately flows into the Hudson Bay passing through Grand Forks and Fargo. He is a very knowledgeable young man, bright, funny and attentive – I decide to add him to my collection of “honorable nephews”.

We go back to their house and while Bobby prepares a salad, while I show Nialani how to play Clash of Clans. Bobby calls out to us, “Don’t teach her any more computer games!” However, a few minutes later he comes over and becomes just as enthralled as we are.  

Time to return to Ruth’s house where I know she has arranged a surprise birthday party for me!  (As if the events in Grand Rapids weren’t exciting enough! ) The first event is a ride for Isabel and me in a 1934 Buick. This car runs well, lovingly restored by Tom Zimney and his wife Claudette. Just Imagine this car is 2 years younger, I am, and still going well, perhaps there is hope for me.

We go out and sit in the beautiful garden.  

Ruth had prepared a magnificent dinner and kindly invited many of her friends to meet me.

And then came the cake!  I believe Bobby sent a digital photo of my book cover to the bakery and they made this beautiful cake using the cover of my book, Always for Judy.

 I am overwhelmed by all the attention and kindness I received this day. I am lucky to have such wonderful friends.  Of course I didn’t want to cut into Judy’s face and would have taken the cake home uneaten if possible.  Hopefully Ruth and her family finished it off and enjoyed it.

Thank you Bobby and Nialani for the beautiful necklace, I will treasure it and the watch with turquoise bracelet from Ruth, Robert, Isabel and Carrol, very thoughtful. This was the most spectacular birthday party I had ever had.

Nialani, Isabel, Ruth & Robert
Bobby & me

Sunday arrives and it is time to ride to Fargo ago.  The whole crew comes and I begin to feel like a celebrity, rather like Sinatra surrounded by ‘his people’.  In Grand Rapids Ruth, Nialani and Bobby were with me constantly helping me and by the time we got to the airport I really began to LIKE it. It really didn’t take long to get used to being spoiled.  Robert decided he was my security man.

So sad to leave these wonderful  people. 

Judy Garland Museum, Grand Rapids, June 2015

I ponder whether I should attend the Festival this year as I take off across the country on a regular trip to my daughter in Virginia. Michelle Russell would like me to go and talk about my book, Always for Judy: Witness to the Joy and Genius of Judy Garland and about my meetings with Judy and watching her perform.  As I love talking to fans about Judy it is tempting, but it is a long journey for me with a four-hour car trip from the airport.

I'm on a 6 a.m. plane to LAX because it is $500 cheaper than a direct flight. The young lady next to me is extremely nervous about flying so I end up talking with her in an effort to relax her.  (I should mention that my writing group, The Town Square Writers, had participated in a two-day book festival the two days previous—consequently I had no sleep the night before this flight, having to be up early for a 3 a.m. pick up. )

I get off the plane completely lost, having forgotten that LAX has eight different terminals.  The next two hours are a complete nightmare and I could embellish and make it a funny story about it, but I do not want to relive it again. Needless to say by the time I am on my connecting plane I have decided I will never take a flight that entails a change of planes again…..in fact, I WILL NEVER FLY AGAIN AFTER I GET HOME FROM THIS TRIP……. I will do as people tell me, “It is time you took it easy, stop traveling, you are too old. Be content with your view of the golf course.”  I decide that this will be my life from now on…..

I travel regularly all over the world and admire the air hostesses with their difficult job of keeping passengers happy, but I have never initiated a conversation with one.  After serving me a cup of tea, this young lady looks down at me and says earnestly, “Can I do anything else for you?” I had already noticed that all the hostesses on this plane wore slacks instead of skirts, so I had to ask about this. We had a detailed conversation about the her life—how long she has been flying, schedules, early rules etc.  “There I go again,” I think, “questioning someone”— I think sometimes that anthropologists are just nosy people, they want to know everything about other people’s lives.

I have begun to calm down and rip out the page on Chicago airport terminals where I might change planes if I decide to go on this next trip. I am writing out a schedule ensuring I have a day’s rest before and after a flight.  The young man who was sitting next to me came back from visiting a friend and said, “I heard you say you were an anthropologist, I'm Australian and an aborigine. “ My head twists so fast it nearly comes off.  A REAL LIVE ABORIGINE SITTING NEXT TO ME ON A PLANE AND WILLING TO TALK!  Now I have been to Australia and seen aborigines in the street but one can hardly go up and ask them about their lives; but here is this young man, knowledgeable and willing to share his life with me. We talk for two hours. Jayden David, for that is his name, and I cover history of 'early man' touching on the great statue serpents I had seen outside temples in China and similar statues protecting pyramids in the Mayan area of South America. He tells me there are serpents on the walls of the Ayers Rock. My goodness I shall have to do some investigating… He is sixteen; his father comes from an island near the Solomon Islands, just north of Australia where the people are tall. (I check into the history of these islands and see that during WWII the population evacuated to Australia-perhaps this is how his father came to Australia.) His mother is of Scottish descent, hence his long narrow nose and light skin. He seems to be remarkable knowledgeable about everything to do with his culture. He tells me that Robert De Castella started the organization known as The Indigenous Marathon Project. There are six girls and six boys in this group which was invited here by Sports United – U.S. Department of State for 16 days to compete in races and visit some indigenous people.  He is very excited to go to Philadelphia and New York. I take his photo on the plane. 

Jayden David

I am pleased to see the whole group together as we leave the plane and rush up asking if I can take a photo. “I’m English!” I say (as if to explain my madness, because everyone knows the English are mad) and their faces relax and light up. A friendly face as they arrive in the US. I wish them well and hope they win all their races.

The Indigenous Marathon Project

When my daughter is not able to pick me up I have a regular taxi driver I use. It is nice to meet a familiar face and one who knows where I am going. Bali is from India and very reliable and so if anyone needs a taxi driver at Dulles airport, contact me.  We have known each other for years and ask after each other families. His son has graduated and getting married to an Indian girl, he tells me.  He will go home for the ‘ring ceremony’ soon. “The wedding will be in two years January or February….and you are invited” he exclaims excitedly.  OMG, I have never been to India. “Of course I will come,” I say, “that is if I am still alive!” He tells me he will assign a person to look after me and take me around for two days. I will buy a sari, I think, and wear it. So now I have to check out the carvings on Ayer Rock in Australia and attend a wedding I India, surely I can manager a trip to Grand Rapids and so I confirm the flight.

 

The ten days in Winchester are uneventful and finally I am at DC Dulles airport waiting for the plane to take me home. I am sitting in one of the handicapped seats for those who need more time boarding and a young woman hurries in and sits next to me. I can see she limps and has some damage to her left leg. I ask her what happened. A rare form of cancer, which wrapped around her sciatic nerve, she tells me. Suddenly an attendant informs us that there is an hour’s delay. The toilet in the middle of the plane has malfunctioned; the handle is broken and the captain refuses to fly the plane five and half hours with the middle toilet closed. (I’d already checked out the two pilots-looking sensible souls in their late forties or early fifties.) My neighbor leaves to get something to eat and comes back with a pizza and we start to talk about the different ways countries handle services for handicapped people. Apparently, all trains and buses are free in Italy and I know this is so in Sweden. We bemoan the fact that we cannot walk well and cannot get to see as many of the sights as we would like in foreign countries. She tells me she has a scouter she is intending to try out by putting her good leg on the scouter and pushing off with her left or ‘drop foot’. She seems to have been in as many countries as I have and I ask what she does. She whips out a magnificent 8x10 promo card. It is time to board and we take off down the runway exchanging emails.

This lady is a hero and how lucky I was to meet her. Her name is Jamie Whitmore-Cardenas. As briefly as I can tell her story: swimmer and runner in high school, degree in Criminology, married and husband got her into Mountain Biking and Xterra (off-road triathlons). In the next seven years, she earned 37 Championships, six U.S. Nationals and one world title. In 2008 she was diagnosed with a rare form of cancer, which was wrapped around her sciatic nerve and she lost the use of most of her left leg. Three years later she was through the cancer treatment, mother of twin boys and went back into competition as a Para-cyclist and picked up six world titles and set two world records.  She is also a motivational speaker around the world. (Just had an email from her and she is off to Rio next week to compete.)

I shall be pleased to attend the festival this June as the last time I was there was in 1997 and I write about this occasion in my book.  I look forward to meeting John Fricke again, who I have not seen since we were together at an International Judy Garland Club meeting in London some years ago,   (www.judygarlandclub.org) and Brent Phillips, who wrote a book about Judy’s good friend, Charles Walters. Lots of other exiting things are planned and I hope many people will be able to attend. Check out their web site for information:

http://www.judygarlandmuseum.com

https://www.facebook.com/judygarlandmuseum

Sweden and Devon, UK

I left Istanbul on a charming flight with Turkish Airlines and I can thoroughly recommend them.

It was a short 3 hour flight to Stockholm where I was greeted warming by the customs man and entered the efficient smooth running airport. Inger and daughter, Marika where there to greet me. It was so good to see them again. We took the elevator down to the train station and caught the train to Tyreso, where the family lives. Marika's son, David, picked us up at the local station and we were soon in Inger's apartment. Many people with families live in houses in the town, but often single people live in one of the many apartments; these apartments are situated within walking distance of each other and Marika, her friend, Brit-Marie and a son live in nearby apartment blocks within sight of one another. So it is nice that Inger has her family nearby. There is also a small shopping mall with several grocery, drug stores, coffee houses and clothing stores. Very convenient and efficient, as most things are in Sweden.

Inger and I met at a cricket match in Los Angeles in the early 1960s; both our husbands played on the same team. We spent many hours together with our children in Los Angeles and later when both families moved to the San Francisco area 1967. Later Inger returned to Sweden with her children and I have been able to visit her through the years when in the England visiting my mother and watch the family grow.

me with Barbro and Inger-twins

Marika, friend,Brit-Marie, and three grandsons had visited California last year. so there was lots of catching up to do, along with visiting Inger's sons, Kenneth and Markus and their families. The next few days with spent having delicious dinners and conversations.

Mimi, Dennis, Carita and Markus

Inger, Dennis, David, Brit-Marie and Patrick

Stefan, Kenneth, Susanne and Inger

Marika and me

Stockholm

I am always interested in the social fabric of society and to study Sweden is fascinating. Inger sustained damage to her knees years ago due to a car accident and is handicapped. The State provide an electric cart for her for her life time and built an enclosure at the side of her building. She is also able to travel with a pass on the trains. Another really neat thing is that she can call a taxi to take her to son's house, or any other errand and she pays with a card and receives a bill at the end of the month for what it would have cost her to travel on public transport. So much safer than trying to struggle on and off trains and buses. They certainly look after their people in Sweden.

Then off to the UK and my family in Devon. It is always lovely to be embraced into this kindly family of my second cousin, Owen, who had sadly left us. His wife, Kath, has a warm and cosie farm house deep in the hills of North Devon in a little village of Yarnscombe. As this is the place where my paternal grandmother was brought up and married I decided to honor her by naming my publishing company after this village.
Valerie, has always been interested in family history and so this visit was trying to find out information about the history of the family. We spent hours on the family tree and traveled all over Devon. This certainly was a sentimental journey. We visited Ilfracombe where my mother and grandmother often visited during the war years.

Kath and I having a sherry

Kath and postman

me and Val

We first visited the Parish Church in Yarnscombe where my grandmother was married on September 28, 1886. Strangely I was married on September 28 also.

Then we drove down to South Devon and visited some more second cousins and found St. Andrew's Church in Ashburton, where my grandfather owned the local pharmacy, Beck's. It is a delightful village and I wondered why they moved to Sussex. Now Lloyds is the local chemist.

Judith,Val,Gwenyth & Arthur

 I have so much research to do. Thanks to Val for getting me started.

Then I am on the train from Tiverton to Beverley, Yorkshire to join my Judy friends at the International Judy Garland Club meeting.

Val inside St. Andrews

Ashnurton high street