February 12, 2011

1 Airplane Watching




A propeller plane practices take offs and landings, 2011.


Yesterday and Today
Himself: Thursday the company computer gave him 20 wrecks, and yesterday he cut off more incoming until he could finish those he had. He got them all done by nine last night. Frankly, he’s tired of working. He’s found someone to cover for him at the museum and is coming with us to the flyover.

Herself: Yesterday was pretty good value.

Lists, lists, and more lists. If I were going by myself, I’d just grab water and a sandwich and go. Since there are four of us and we are planning to sit on the Berkley, one of the San Diego Maritime Museum ships, I’ve been making lists and planning. I woke up planning, actually.

Shame on me.

Gotta find a chair for Lessa if we plan on sitting on the dock….we have ours and Zoie has one too. Water can go in Lessa’s rolling backpack. If we get seats on the Berkley, chairs won’t matter.

Goodies for Lessa to take home: Books, toy trucks for Zoie (4), paintings, (2). I know I will forget something. There’s even stuff in the back of Grumpy ready to go north with her. Camera’s, batteries, memory cards.

Oh, silly me.

We are off to sit in a sunny chair and watch airplanes fly overhead. What more do we need.

February 11, 2011

On A Shining Afternoon



The STENNIS accompanied by the tug C TRACTOR 8.


Yesterday and Today
Himself: Way too many cases in his inbox. No gym yesterday. He’s angry at me when I told him it was gym time. Forgot his CPA appointment. Finally off to the gym.

Herself: It wasn’t one of my more shining mornings yesterday either. School is Tuesday.

After going to great lengths to fit the pool in before school, getting really dry, remembering all my papers, dressing decently, remembering to crimp Grumpy’s wheels when parking as the cops give tickets on that hill, I found carpet cleaners in the rooms instead of students.

Feeling the proper fool for writing the wrong day in the appointment book, for we are really only as smart as our appointment books, I took my beautiful Geezer-packed lunch, water, and a book to the bay. Tomorrow the US Navy will be celebrating its aviation centennial, and yesterday the STENNIS and her air wing arrived to help celebrate.

North Island is where naval aviation began. Among the excitements will be North Island open for visitors, the STENNIS open for tours, a static display of seventy some planes and the largest military flyover since 1932. And it will be exciting. Lessa has planned to drive down with the newly nicknamed Zoie….she liked it better than MJ. I had planned on being dropped off at the bay with cameras and money for the bus, but now we will combine forces.

G will take us all down to the bay, drop us off, and go volunteer at the Automotive Museum. We will watch the flyover then bus to the park to join him and peek at the new show “Glitz and Glam” which just opened.


February 9, 2011

All Aboard: Class essay





Yesterday and Today
Himself: He’s really feeling good about everything at the moment.

Herself: I won’t be home till late tonight, and I go straight from the pool to the first writing class of the semester tomorrow morning. Here’s the adaptation I wrote of the February 1st piece as a history of the LA Union Station. Writing for me is like chewing gum, patting my stomach, and doing a tap dance all at the same time. Sometimes its grinding my teeth too.

I woke early this chill February morning. My bag is packed for the day, and I am eager to get going. My husband kindly drives me down to the San Diego Santa Fe station in the dark predawn hours. Within minutes I have found my seat in the Business Class car knowing I will see the ocean out my window as the sun rises. I’m heading to up to LA on the train to see a friend. It’s always my favorite way of traveling. While I am there, I will be visiting the restored LA Union Station. It waits shining but not at all resting in the warm sunshine of Los Angeles.

I look up the Wikipedia entry for the Union Station, and it states, “Union Station was partially designed by the father and son team of John Parkinson and Donald B. Parkinson…..assisted by a group of supporting architects, including the famous Jan van der Linden. ….Their firm designed many landmark Los Angeles buildings from the late 19th century onward. Th(is) structure combines Dutch Colonial Revival Style architecture (the suggestion of the Dutch born Jan van der Linden), Mission Revival, and Streamline Moderne style…”

In the thirties, the voters approved replacing the heart of the Los Angeles Chinatown with a station that would serve all three existing railroads plus the red line trolleys. The railways fought “for a decade” to stop this decision. The Online Archive of California, (OAC) tells us that, “Reluctant to finance a union station when they already owned and operated separate terminals in the downtown area, the railroads did not start the project until pressured by local business and political leaders and mandated by the California Railroad Commission. The railroads appealed the commission's directive…but were finally forced to begin land acquisition and construction in the early 1930s. This last of the "great" train stations was financed and constructed by the Santa Fe, Southern Pacific, and Union Pacific railroads and completed in 1939.”

Today I walk down the long subterranean, under track tunnel into the dramatic waiting room eager to see my friend Bobbie. I marvel how this building that centralized passenger rail travel and light rail in 1939 Los Angeles is still central to Amtrak, Metrorail, and trolley traffic in the Los Angeles of 2011.

Bobbie and I greet in the early morning shadows of the façade, and head high into the hills for a day of talking, shopping, and the kind of sharing that long friendships bring. We both tire mid afternoon, and find ourselves sitting in a pair of the large, leather, deco waiting room chairs.

The main face of the building is much as it was when the architects designed it. But inside, the central ticket area to the left, though beautifully restored and maintained, is unused. The polished marble floors gleam and the high ceilings echo the dreams of the designers. To the right through a high ceilinged colonnade is the last of the Harvey House restaurants designed by Mary Colter. It too sits empty since declining rail traffic wiped out the Harvey House profits in the 1960’s. Today the floors are polished and the tooled leather is maintained as is the shining copper of the bar.



Catellus, the major developer who took over the faded station and 51 acres of the surrounding land in 1992, finished the restoration of the building by 2002. Now the building is heavily used by Amtrak, Metroliners, and new rail access for the trolley lines that link all of LA.

In the fifties, you would stop for lunch at the Harvey House then check the board to see if your train was on time. Bobbie and I grabbed a sandwich at one of the three fast food spots, and just like in the 1950’s we checked to see when my train was to leave. For a short while we sauntered in the gardens on either side of the waiting room and talked of her husband, now getting chemo for stage 4 lung cancer, talked art and food, and parted hugging then waving. In the 1950’s, red caps would follow you down the long tunnels with your bags on carts. They would roll them down the tunnel and up the long ramps to the train sheds and your waiting train. No struggle with your many suitcases. All this for a tip.



I turned and headed down the long subway tunnel. Today there was just me with my backpack walking slowly up the ramp greeting the deep rumble of diesels that overtook the drama of steam. The excitement is still there. That sense of adventure as you are welcomed to your car. The race to find just the right seat on the ocean side of the train remains, as does that moment when you first look out of your window after you settle in.

“All Aboard,” they still call, and slowly the train pulls out of the station back into the real world.



Links:

Great American Stations:

Wikipedia: LA Union Station:

RCDF Design Projects: LA Union Station

Catellus LAUS Project

OAC Finding Aid for the LAUS initial construction:

City Data.com: The Last Great Railway Station

Union Station’s Harvey House

The Moment





Yesterday and Today
Himself: Work and gym. Vegan dinner out.
Herself: Spent way too much on cleaning products at the grocery store yesterday. Bought balsa wood to make tails last night. Today the thrift store, tomorrow school.

My room is filled with the sound of the heater this morning as it masks the world outside my windows. Kids silently bicycle by on their way to the high school up the hill. Skateboards make no sound to me here high in my aerie. Dog walkers and dog owners pad by unheard. The crows bark their caws out into a quiet world and I can hear their grating sounds. A jet’s roar overhead silences the birds as the first golden rays of the sun peek over the top of the point.

February 8, 2011

Achoooooooooo!!!



The façade of LA Union Station designed by the father and son team of John Parkinson and Donald B. Parkinson and built over the old LA China town in 1939.


Yesterday and Today
Himself: Back to the gym in the mornings. Still working long hours, but he is still enjoying the job.

Herself: Some days the allergies win. I used to be just like this as a kid when visiting my friends. No ComicCon this year. The tickets were all sold out by noon on Saturday. It’s the first one we have missed in years.

Yesterday it was back to the pool at last, but the pool still closes for ten minutes for a lifeguard break just as I get there. I need to remember this every morning. They seemed glad to see me tho.

Then it was off to PT Sergeant. It was to be the last one…..instead he wants two weeks more, so there will be a delay while he gets approval. Now that I am semi recovered from the bronchitis, it’s back to the pool and stretches most mornings before the day will officially begin….an hour plus in the mornings, and half an hour every evening. It’s worth it if I can walk.

I ate lunch in the greenness of Presidio Park before coming home to work on an essay for the writing class. I used that February first entry as a base for a history of the Los Angeles Union Station…..four double spaced pages with five illustrations plus one half page of citations. Actually, she says, it’s not a bad read at all as I managed to make it personal not technical.

What was bad was that I am allergic to the computer room.

Achooooooooooooo!!!! Cough, cough!!!! I catch on to these things only slowly only after I’ve lost my voice and can’t stop blowing my nose. Instead of writing today, I will first clean the computer room. Death to the dust mites and their poo is my mantra for the morning. At least the carpet is clean….achooooooooo!!!!

February 6, 2011

A South FAcing Day




Endless glassware in a hoarders estate sale. A whole
room full of glass in a house that was just isles of stuff
clear through to the attic.


Yesterday and Today
Himself: Back in form puns and double entendre’s all. Submitting yesterday’s great blog picture to the National Geographic photo contest.

Herself: Small stuff. Feeling better but still coughing. My computer faces south.

It’s time for the great American Super Bowl in which I have little interest. The rest of the world looks askance at our version of the game, and ignores us. I’m going to do small things all day ending with a meeting up on top of a mountain after ignoring the game.

That’l keep me out of trouble.

For there’s more to the day than glitz and glam and hot wings.

After writing in my blog, I’ll stretch, laugh with G over the Little Fockers…which we saw yesterday after Chinese out, put another load in the washer and dryer, make the bed, read a few blogs, get a frame for the picture, deal a bit with the dresser one of whose drawers got me in the chin yesterday when I missed a step and fell while carrying it down stairs, buy a frame, cut a tail for the tailless kitty, wash car, wash truck, get gas, and do endless other small errands that have a tendency to overwhelm me if not done when they appear. Did I say shower?

I have this small feeling that I am out of step with the masses today…for some reason.

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Celebration of Life