Fifty years of marriage calls for a special celebration and for me,  a week with the whole family, staying in a luxury home on Kauai is about as celebratory as it gets!  I went to many 50th anniversary parties growing up - parties in church basements for my parents, aunts and uncles, family friends -  and the honorees always seemed so old!  I wanted our celebration to be different - no wedding cake,  no tables with wedding albums and framed pictures, no crystal vases and plaques with calligraphic sentiments.  We are the generation that is starting earlier to declutter and we certainly didn't want to invite more "stuff" into the house.  As a matter of fact, I have a few items in storage labeled "Gift to mom and dad on their 50th wedding anniversary."   While 50 years is undeniably a milestone,  I wanted to mark the date as more a time to look forward, than to look back.

And so we flew to Kauai, Jim and I a few days ahead of the kids.   Hawaii was one of the first vacations we ever took; forty-five years ago we spent 2 weeks over Christmas and New Years visiting Oahu, the Big Island, Maui and Kauai.   We had few clear memories of the time we spent on Kauai but we remembered it as a favorite island.  We stayed at the Hilton Island Inn  this trip and from our notes of 45 years ago we deduced that this is the same area we stayed in back then.  We remembered dining at the Coco Palms resort which still stands but is shuttered and heavily damaged from the hurricane that hit the island in 1992.  We took an all day drive up the north coast along the Kuhio Highway until the road ends and the famous Kalalau Trails begins.  We had lunch in Hanalei and walked to the end of the Hanalei Bay Pier and marveled at the surrounding scenery. We also stopped at the Kilauea Lighthouse.  Another day we drove to Waimea Canyon, the "Grand Canyon of the Pacific." Pu'u o Kila Lookout at the very end of the 20+ mile drive treats you to one of the greatest views in the Pacific as you gaze into Kalalau Valley, the largest valley on Na Pali.

Kilauea Lighthouse

Hanalei Bay

Kalalau Valley

On Saturday, March 31 Nicole, John, Benj and Claire and Derek arrived and we moved into the beautiful VRBO near old Koloa on the south shore.  A few pictures can describe the house better than I can!

Outdoor Kitchen

Living room adjoins kitchen - 

One of the 3 master suites

Pool

Our bedroom - note the walls open by remote to the outside!~

Losing Dad

It's taken me awhile to get to a point where I feel like writing about dad but he is much on my mind as my first Father's Day without him has passed.

After mother died in 2011, he grieved by blaming me and my brothers for moving them out of their house and into an assisted living facility where we believed mother could get the care she needed in the final weeks of her life.  He was frustrated at his inability to "fix" her and angry with us for arranging for others to help with her care.  After she died in 2011, he actually said that moving her had killed her, that if we had left them alone she would still be alive.  He insisted on returning to his house and even though we believed he needed the services of assisted living we honored his wishes and arranged for home care services for him. Eventually he needed more care and at times seemed lonely and even afraid alone in the house.  In the fall of 2013 he agreed to move to a studio apartment at the Cedars of Austin and surprised us all by soon calling it home.  He spoke kindly (most of the time) about the staff and the care he received there.  Surrounded by the few things that mattered to him, his television, favorite blankets and a small refrigerator that held his ice cream treats, juices and forbidden tobacco chew, he settled into a routine and kept peace with those around him.  Most of all, he loved the daily visits from his nurse, Nancy J. and we all appreciated the loving care she showed him the last few years of his life.  

Dad knew he had family that loved him, even forgave him for his bad behavior at the time of mother's death.  We all had unique relationships with him.  My older brother David and sister-in-law Mary visited him daily and proximity made them his first responders.   Jim and I started referring to them as our new heroes because of their 24/7 dad-duty.  They did a stellar job of attending to his every need (and most wants!) and they were unfailing in keeping  us informed so that we were all in agreement about important decisions effecting his care. Younger brother Duane seemed to be dad's emotional partner.   Often quiet and not verbally communicative with me and David,  he and Duane spent many hours talking about his early life, war year experiences, hunting and fishing escapades and end of life issues.  With me, he often seemed most content to just sit and hold my hand.  As the only girl, he seemed to want to spare me any stress and frequently told me "not to worry my pretty little head" about whatever current issue we faced. We siblings joked that we seemed to take turns being the "fair-haired golden child" - he didn't hesitate to let each of us know when one of the others had done a particularly good, or bad deed, usually involving him!

Those few years passed quickly even though failing health prompted innumerable doctors appointments, lab visits, several ambulance rides and hospitalizations  At times, those happenings interrupted our lives  and prompted a flurry of phone calls among us as we put our heads together to decide the best way to walk him through the modern medical mine field. We occasionally gathered together in the Twin Cities, or in Austin to chart a plan and make sure we were in agreement.  I think now that those 10 years we were so engrossed in taking care of our parents brought us closer together as adult siblings than anything else could have.

Although I knew it couldn't be, sometimes it seemed like he would be there forever!  Even as the years passed and he grew old - really old - he never seemed frail.  His voice was always strong, and his big hands always held mine tight.   He still joked with us, lectured as he saw fit, remained headstrong in his opinions, and grumbled when he wanted to.   But when he declined to attend his granddaughter's wedding, he met his match and her tears got him to agree to (as it turned out) his last adventure.  He was the early attraction at the reception as family and friends gathered around his wheelchair and snapped pictures that we now all treasure.

And then the end that seemed so very long in coming, came so fast.  From March until October he had done so well, not needing much intervention.  And then suddenly there were many failing systems and a required hospitalization which he declared would be his last.  He agreed to hospice care when he was released from the hospital and left the Cedars only once more, to join family for Thanksgiving dinner at David and Mary's house in Austin.   One day in early December his eating slowed and he slept more.  David alerted us to come and we began a round the clock watch at his bedside.  I was blessed to be sitting with him the morning his ragged breathing slowed and as I took his hand one last time, I said the Lord's Prayer aloud to him.  He looked directly at me and closed his eyes.  I felt a change in our grasp as he slipped away and I knew he was gone.

At 93, dad was the last of his generation in our family and his passing gives me a new sense of my own mortality and the realization of the passing of time.  I turned 70 this year but no matter how hold you are, I think you always have the capacity for feeling childlike, until your parents are gone.   Now I am the parent, the senior, the elder but wearing this mantle comfortably make take some time.  I sense my adult children are beginning to look at me in the ways I looked at my parents.  Sometimes they seem impatient with me if I miss a cue or forget something and I feel defensive, not because they are wrong but because I know they are right.  I am well aware of the creeping signs of aging in my life; I'm just not ready to have others notice!

Budapest - Exploring Buda

We started our exploration of "Buda" via tram to the other side of the Chain Bridge where we boarded a funicular for the climb to the top of Castle Hill.

Castle Hill was once the seat of Hungarian Royalty and while there are only a few grand sites to visit, it does offer a wondeful view of the Danube and a panoramic view of Pest across the river.  The present castle is an historically inaccurate post WWII construction that barely hints at the real history of this place.  We didn't visit the Hungarian National Gallery which is housed there but it is an art museum of some note. 

The Turul Bird, depicted in this statue is the mythical bird of Magyar that according to legend led the Hungarian migration from the steppes of Central Asia in the 9th Century.  According to RS today the bird is invoked by right-wing nationalist politicians.

Next we visited the Roman Catholic Matthias Church considered to be Budapest's finest church inside and out.  Against the bright blue sky, it is hard to disagree.  This church, named for King Matthias Corvinus has been destroyed and rebuilt several times in the 800 years it has been around.  It is elaborate in decor  incorporating a number of different architectural design periods. One of my favorite spots in the church is the Loreto Chapel which holds a Baroque statue of the Virgin Mary with the Christ Child. According to a legend when the Turks put the Buda Castle under seige people walled the statue inside the niche to save it from destruction.  In 1686 an explosion demolished the walls around the statue revealing the Virgin's smiling face.  The Turks took this as a bad omen so they gave up this part of the castle without a fight.

The Fishermen's Bastian is adjacent to the Matthias Church and is one of the most picturesque places in Buda.  We climbed the winding steps to the top hoping for a view of the Danube and Pest across the river and discovered a nearly empty outdoor restaurant where we claimed a table along the edge and enjoyed one of the best views of the trip. 

Budapest - Exploring Pest

The locals say "Boo-daw-pesht" and that's about the only word we mastered of the notoriously difficult Hungarian language. At first glance it seemed like we were in just another big city but after settling in to Hotel Erzsebet and an orientation on our walk to dinner we could see we were in for a surprise.  We had driven in on Andrassy ut - Pest's Grand Boulevard, past Heroes' Square which is lined with statues of Hungary's historic figures but soon we were in a modern commercial city center. At the same time we were just blocks from the historic buildings and bridges crossing the Danube.

The next morning started our  walking tour of "Pest" by riding the Metro which was the first subway line on the Continent, dating to 1896.  We rode it to Heroes Square and then walked to the nearby traditional baths, Szechenyl.  (Several of our group returned there later in the day to sample this popular Hungarian thermal bath experience.) 

Heroes Monument

Gelato - a work of art!

Our walking tour took us past many of the finest buildings, most dating from the late 19th century when Budapest was the shared capital of the vast Habsburg Empire.  Most impressive is the Hungarian Parliament which is one of the city's most noted landmarks.

From the sublime to the ridiculous, we also stopped to wonder at a statue of Ronald Reagan which was erected in 2010 to appease American opinion that the current Hungarian government was rolling back previous democratic reforms.  It was even stranger to learn that then  Secretary of State Hillary Clinton was invited to unveil the statue!  We ended our tour at the Great Market Hall, a tri-level marketplace that showcases foods of Hungary as well as souvenirs of all kinds. Having been told that Hungarians pickle just about anything, we headed for the basement level lined with stalls selling pickles of all kinds - peppers, cucumbers, cauliflower, cabbage, beets, garlic etc. We visited a grocery store also on that level and enjoyed a picnic on a nearby bench as we sampled the goodies. Shopping netted us a few Christmas tree ornaments and a lovely table runner. Our day ended with a night time boat trip on the Danube where we experienced the iconic views of Budapest - the Parliament Building aglow and the lighted bridges across the Danube.  We truly felt as if we were on a postcard!

Lunch sampling many pickled vegetables

Great Market Hall from the upper level

Danube by Night River Cruise

Iconic Parliament Building at night

  

Happy 47th Anniversary

I'm not sure that I ever imagined spending our 47th anniversary in Hungary!  We left Eger in the late morning on June 1 and drove to Recsk where we visited an elementary school and had lunch with the children.  Several tour members are educators and it was interesting to contrast and compare school facilities.  The students were quite interested in our visit and they were anxious to practice their English with us.  After lunch we spent some time on the playground and immediately knew that children of this age are pretty much the same the world over.

Continuing on to Budapest we made another stop near Egerszalok at a winery.The views were spectacular and seated on the porch of the winery we sampled a variety of local wines while we were entertained by the violin of Toni Varadi.  When he learned it was our 47th anniversary he serenaded us with a lovely string arrangement of "Moon River."  It was an afternoon to remember!





Rolling Along in Eastern Europe

One of the appealing things about the Rick Steve's tour we took to Eastern  Europe was that it offered a nice mix of well known big cities and smaller less touristy  places.  Leaving Kraków we travelled 2 hours by bus through the High Tatra Mountains and the Spis region of the Slovakian countryside on our way to the town of Levoca.

Our large bus windows allowed us to view the rollong  landscape and periodically small enclaves of people came into view.  These are obviously  isolated villages where we saw women and children washing clothes in streams and others lounging around in the summer sun.  There seemed to be a huge disconnect between what we saw here and what we had been observing elsewhere on this trip. Turning to Katka for an explanation she talked to us about  The "Gypsy" Question explaining that Eastern Europe is home to a silent population mostly in Romania, Bulgaria, Hungary and Slovakia - of millions of dark skinned people who speak a unique language and follow their own culture. (information quoted from RS travel guide to Eastern Europe)  The preferred name for these people is "Roma" and estimates of their number in Europe is between 6 and 12 million.  They have a long and troubled history in this part of the world ranging from times when their skills and talents were sought out, to the times when they were treated with suspicion and widespread bigotry.  Over a quarter of a million of the Roma were exterminated in the Nazi Holocaust.  Following World War II the Communists attempted forced assimilation of the Roma but this too failed and severely disrupted their communities and culture. Today many Roma continue to resist assimilation and they suffer poverty, living in segregation.  Many Roma children drop out of school at a young age and in the face of the added problems this part of the world is experiencing with refugees fleeing war torn countries the Roma problem is likely to remain so for some time.

Arriving in Levoca we settled into the town square for our our picnic lunch. This was a booming spot in the Middle Ages when Levoca was on a trade route between Hungary and Poland  and today it is quieter but still Slovakia's finest small town.  We enjoyed a few hours in the town square where families has gathered to enjoy a variety of foods, craft demonstrations and musical entertainment.  It gave us an opportunity to glimpse how the average Slovakian family might spend a beautiful spring Sunday afternoon.  The town is also known for its mostly intact medieval wall and the greatest Gothic altarpiece in all of Europe. (which unfortunately I didn't see)

Leaving Levoca we continued on to Eger,Hungary  another smaller destination on our itinerary best known in history as the town that successfully held off the Ottoman advance into Europe in 1552.  It is also well know among wine enthusiasts for its surrounding area which produces a well known red wine "Bull's Blood."  Our overnight stay here was in probably the best room of the tour.  It was in a building separate from the rest of the group and it looked out on a quiet courtyard decked out with beautiful flowering plants hanging and in pots.

It was the perfect spot to enjoy a basket of strawberries from the local market

Our group dined together at Bajor Sorhaz (known as HBH to the locals because of the kind of beer they serve) and I remember the evening best because the waiter used his considerable skills to do the first pour of wine directly into the mouth of anyone brave enough to receive!  He stood some distance away - enough to make me a non-participant!  After dinner our group did the buddy introductions, a mandatory rite of a Rick Steve's tour.

In this picture the waiter poured the wine into the glass from some distance!

My tour buddy was Tina - a social worker from New York

The next morning we enjoyed a leisurely stroll around Dobo Square which is the heart of Eger and is remarkably free of the usual town square tourist traps hawking cheap souvenirs and postcards.  The Minorite Church dominates the square and is said to be the most beautiful Baroque church in Hungary.  We also visited Egers local market where stalls were piled high with the first bounty of summer.  And we purchased our first bag of paprika.  Later we walked to the Eger Cathedral which is the second largest church in Hungary and also has the second largest organ in the country.  Other town sites seen but not explored - the northernmost Ottoman minaret in Europe and the Eger Castle.  Our visit to Eger was brief but I sensed that I had seen an authentic Hungarian town, full of Egerites  going about their business.

Here Come the Bride- and Groom

What appears to matter most these days is the wedding!  After a long engagement due to her CRNA graduate program, Claire and Derek will be married in just one week.  They have been "showered," fitted and groomed, have tasted appetizers, entries and cupcakes.  They have auditioned bands and listened to strings. They have  been dance coached and ceremony counseled.  She has pondered hairstyles, make up and nail polish, earrings, hair ornaments, jewelry and shoes.  He has anguished over ties.  They spent cold winter Sundays with a "gun" at Bed  Bath and Beyond and Crate and Barrel.

But as I reflect on these activities of the past eighteen months I am reminded that none of this is what really matters.  It is about the marriage, not the wedding.  And what pleases me most is that I know Claire and Derek know it too. I have seen it in the ways their love has grown in the five years they have been together.  They have supported each other through a grueling school program, job loss and some significant health issues.  We have admired their patience with each other and their communication skills. They are loving and generous with family, faithful to friends, and kind to everyone.  They rescued Fancy Pants and are devoted to giving this sweet dog a happy life.  They have plans and dreams for their life together.  And the will to make them come true.

Their parents have combined, over 75 years experience in marriage and have survived things they are yet to face - and some of these things we hope they never have to face.  But I am encouraged by what I see in them now and confident that they are ready for whatever life will bring.   I am certain that they know the ceremony on September 12 and the promises they will make to each other that day are what really matter.