Monday, April 8, 2024

My Grandmother's Journals: April, 1999 "Had email, but could not connect."

Welcome to the daily life of my grandmother, a very persnickety and frugal woman who liked watching sports, going to movies and writing letters — then writing down everything she did in tiny notebooks.

These journal entries are from when she was 83 and living in a mobile home park in Santa Cruz, Calif, which she chose because it was near the popular surfing spot Pleasure Point, where she loved to walk to most days to watch the waves and surfers. 
(More on her below.)

In April of 1999, grandma was still struggling to get the hang of checking email at the library, was practicing packing for another trip to London and Paris, and saw her sixth showing of “Shakespeare in Love” in the theater. She also made a list that month of all the dates she had seen the movie: 1) 12/29/98; 2) 2/19/1999; 3) 3/11/99; 4) 3/18/99; 5) 3/25/99; 6) 4/8/99.

 
Thursday, April 1, 1999
Up 6:30. Tea, toast. 
To shuttle parking lot. Not 8:50, 8:15! had to wait until 10:45 a.m.
To SFO, got 200 French francs, yogurt.
Back to Cal Train 2:54 p.m. to 4 p.m. In Santa Cruz 5:15 p.m.  
Very heavy traffic. Home 5:45 p.m.
Justine left message on machine, new phone number in Benicia.
Later Myra’s son-in-law called. Myra arrived 3:30, unloaded 6:30.
Happy with apartment, lost my email name.
TV: Law & Order, Morse.

Friday, April 2, 1999
Up 8, used melatonin.
To Trader Joe’s, Kmart, Longs.
To bank, checked balance. Got $200.
Warm day.
Home 11:30, mail. Enrolled in elder hostel.
Some yard work, spreading bark.
Tried on clothes to find suitable outfit.
TV, papers, then bed.
Up two times. Cold!

Saturday, April 3, 1999
Awake 7, heat til 8.
Sorted old clothes and yard work. Clipped down around stepping stones.
To Burger King for sausage biscuit!
To Live Oak library, Internet free. Message from Carla, replied.
Home, ironed.
To show, “The Matrix.”
Home 7 p.m. Bed 8:30. 

Sunday, April 4, 1999
Time change. Awake 7, old time. 
Chores, tennis.
To market for tea, ginger. Trader Joe’s for vitamins, quick Irish oats.
Justine called, I called back. Lone wants to visit Ole at commune. 
Packed vitamins for trip.
Wrote to Violet House, reserved room.
Packed slide rule for Carla, dictionary for Mina.
TV: Finished opera, X-Files repeat.

Monday, April 5, 1999
Cold, rain. Readied clothes for laundromat.
Few users, homeless man watching TV. I turned off.
Got sausage biscuit at Burger King. Older woman who talked sometimes.
To post office, mailed slide rule to Carla, Russian cards to Mina. 
Paid Gottschalk’s.
Home. Lunch, shower/hair, TV.
Reviewed 4 letters from Mina. Read.
Rained in night. No melatonin, slept OK. 

Tuesday, April 6, 1999
Breakfast usual. Cold.
To Drug Emporium, got TV Guide.
Called Puritan's Pride for vitamins. UPS delay.
Got donut/coffee, stopped to have glasses fixed.
Home, raining.
TV: Milosevic wants cease fire for Easter.
Ran Monica tape. 
Bed early, read some.
1:30 pain, no more sleep.

Wednesday, April 7, 1999
Dentist called, root canal needed. Called for appt.
Stopped by Kmart, no lights. Orchard had, didn't fit.
Home, finished letter to Mina.
TV: News, Morse repeat. L&O repeat.
Bed 8:15, took sleep pill.
Crossword puzzle. Slept 7 hours.

Thursday, April 8, 1999
Up 8, usual breakfast.
To post office, library. Had email, but could not connect.
Home, ate here.
To Scotts Valley, raining hard. 
To show, “Shakespeare in Love.” [6th!]
To library, got email from Carla. Power outage there Sunday.
Home, ate here.
TV: Morse repeat, L&O.
To bed, two crosswords. 10:30 took pill.
Slept fair.

Friday, April 9, 1999
To Ocean Street donut.
To Thrift shop, left donation.
Checked Greyhound bus, changed hours. Can’t leave suitcase there.
To Dentist, Carole's gone. House painter. Doctor's mother came out door and said, “He's so cute.”

Saturday, April 10, 1999
Ate McDonald’s. No good, stomachache.
To Albertsons, home. Chores.
Wrote Yvonne, called airline for carry-on size: 23 x 15 x 7.5
Trial packing: Seems OK, but will weigh 20+ pounds.
Tennis: Seles won.
Golf: Norma's strong finish.
Shower, hair. Some TV, Poirot.
Bed, read some.

Sunday, April 11, 1999
Up 7, cold. Oatmeal, regular.
To Kmart, got batteries, candy. Easter, on sale.
To OSH, have two colors: green, brown, got green.
To Shell, checked tires.
Home, looked for French tapes. 
Tennis: Monica won 6/2 6/3. 
Golf: Norman 3rd.
TV: Ebert, 60 Mins and X-Files.
Some French.
Thought radio through, but works.
Pain in rib cage, left side.

Monday, April 12, 1999
Up 7, usual breakfast. 8:30, Freda called. Mary Cooper died yesterday morning.
To post office, mailed letter to Mina, Yvonne.
Home for lunch.
Ran French tape, put breakables away.
TV: Jim Lehrer.
Called dentist re root canal.
 
Tuesday, April 13, 1999
Up 8. More packing.
Called garbage to stop pickup. Some chores.
Walked on East Cliff.
To optician's, screw came out of nose piece. Fake fish in pond?
To Kmart for lunch. 
Home. Packed, rearranged some.
To library, checked email. Nothing!
Stopped by Carole's, talked about 2 hours. Re: Religion.
Bed early.

Wednesday, April 14, 1999
Up 7, usual breakfast. Chores, walked on cliff.
To Longs, BP does not work.
Got 2 videos: "Return to Paradise," "English Patient."
To library, looked for Charles Wright, has no Wilbur or Orville info.
Ran "Return to Paradise." Very good.
Delayed vitamins arrived.
Not good sleep. Too warm.

Thursday, April 15, 1999
Dr. B, 11:15. Eye. Stop mail?
Up 7. Usual breakfast. To Mail Box, gave them recyclable peanuts.
Mailed letter to Prudy.
To doctor's, new prescription. To Kmart for medicine.
To Longs, returned videos.
Hot.
TV: Morse, Law & Order.
Slept without pills 2-4-7. 
Typed envelopes.

Friday, April 16, 1999
Post office, stop mail.
Put artificial flowers inside. Maria will water 2 pots.
Put blank check in mail for May.
Mailed two books to Mina, checked Greyhound, got new times.
To Kmart to question expiration date.
Home, hot.
Mina called, she not happy.
Some TV, ran French tape.
Slept good, felt strong in morning.

Saturday, April 17, 1999
Up 7, usual breakfast.
Cut grass around step stones. Swept patio.
To Drug Emporium, BP high. Got diet cookies.
To Kmart for lunch. Cheese sandwich! Pie!
Hot today.Got white t-shirt, L size, but small.
Typed letters to Mina, Stimson, took to post office.
Stopped at GNC for digestive enzymes. Fell on curb.
Mail: Fone bill, elder hostel.
Packing, no TV.
Shower, washed hair. 
Crossword, read paper, 10 news.

Sunday, April 18, 1999
Greyhound does not open til 8:30.
Up 7, watered outside.
Packed cosmetics, toiletries.
Sunny.
To show, "Cookie's Fortune."
To Santa Cruz Book Co, coffee.
Bed early.

Monday, April 19, 1999
To London 1:20 p.m., Flight 46
Amtrak bus 8:15 a.m., arrive 9:10 a.m. Train arrives in Millbrae 11, shuttle arrives SFO 11:11.
Got bus, train as above. 
Flight to Chicago 7:33 p.m., 3 hours, 35 mins. 3:50 in all.
Talked to lady on plane, going to Brussels. Was visiting daughter in Mendocino, took Santa Rosa Airporter.

Tuesday, April 20, 1999
Arrived London 3:10 p.m., or 11:10 London time.
To bus to King's Cross, arrived 1:30 p.m.
Daughter of Jones here, gave me tea. 
Almost rain, turbulence before landing. Bad.
To Wendy's for baked potato, chocolate.
Bed 6, slept 7-12. Took pill.
Lost toothbrush?
Some dozing, up 7:30 a.m.

Wednesday, April 21, 1999
Breakfast here, out at 9. 
Boots, no travel brushes.
Walked to Holiday Inn, then to Russell Square. Long!
To National Gallery. Had lunch, talked to man at table. Second man joined, but no comment.
To Oxford Circus. Boots, got $5 toothbrush.
Took 73 back. 4 p.m.
Papers, muffin.


More on these entries: I found a bag full of small Mead notebooks after my grandmother died, only learning then that for decades my grandmother wrote down every day when she woke, what she ate, what movie she went to see, any mail and calls she received, then what she read and watched on TV before bed.  I find the details of her days fascinating, fun and very soothing to read.

More on my grandmother: Though she never lived with another person or even a pet when I knew her, I also never knew her to be lonely. She was an extremely independent woman who did not marry my grandfather when she became pregnant in 1943, and instead raised my mother on her own in 1950s Los Angeles. (I wrote more about her life in this post)

Tuesday, April 2, 2024

Good-bye to a great journalist, but an even greater human: Rich Freedman

Me and Rich enjoying an amusement park.
A newspaper man I worked with died recently, which is a great loss for not only his family and friends, but for the communities he covered. Because Rich Freedman was not just the hardest-working reporter I’ve shared a newsroom with, he was also the kindest — someone who cared deeply for the people and places he wrote about.

That was cool.

And while there are many hundreds of people who could give you far more consequential examples of his generosity as both a writer and a person, I’d like to share a small interaction that made me love him. And though I didn’t witness the exchange, it showed me more about his character than anything I saw firsthand.

It happened 25 years ago, when my husband and I were still dating, and still working at the newspaper where we met: the Vallejo Times-Herald.

We had just moved in together, and didn’t have much money. So little, in fact, that I asked my grandmother to help us pay the deposit on a house, and to help pay the rent, my husband Chris got a second job delivering pizzas.

Chris was ashamed of this and hoped our co-workers would never find out about it. Every time he drove up to a house, he prayed that someone from the Times-Herald was not living there.

Then one night, the moment he dreaded came true as the last person he wanted to see from the newspaper opened the door: Rich Freedman.
 
Why Rich? Because like many smart and sensitive people, Rich could also be snarky. With one of quickest wits I’ve known, he could easily eviscerate anyone he cared to with his tongue or keyboard when provoked. And Chris feared Rich might relish this chance to make him feel small.
 
Especially since another customer had humiliated Chris just the night before. Delivering to a graphic design start-up business, he peered into the hip office space full of guys his age and mentioned that he was also a graphic artist. “Oh really? A graphic artist who schleps pizzas, huh?” replied one of the guys with a derisive smirk as he shut the door.
 
Rich had the perfect opportunity to send Chris away with his tail between his legs yet again. But he did the opposite. Recognizing the embarrassment on Chris’ face, Rich simply said with a reassuring chuckle, “Hey, we all gotta make a living, right?” Then gave him a nice tip.

That was very cool.

Many believe that the best way to judge someone’s respect for others is to watch how they treat a person serving them food. I agree, and think even more is revealed by how someone reacts when a peer is suddenly serving them food.

“After that, he was always aces in my book,” Chris said.

Even more cool? We never heard one word about that night again, not from Rich or anyone else who worked at the newspaper.

What isn’t cool, however, is that I didn’t make more of an effort to see Rich again in the decades since I left the paper. We exchanged messages, but not recently enough for me to learn that he was sick, and make sure I saw him again.

Because I so wish now I could have given him another hug, and maybe even heard one more giggle. Because Rich gave great hugs, but even greater giggles.

So please learn from my inaction — if there’s someone in your life you want to see again, check in with them. Now.