Dear all,
I wondered what your mother, your grand mother, Rosy, learnt to me?
So much, so many things...
To love, to hope (oh Gal maybe Tikva was related to Rosy before her birth, maybe it's an essence of our family to trust, to hope, to continue to live and to lovewhatever the circumstances)
To be optimistic
To be full of energy
To be active in silence
To be an independent women
To like her job
To be a lovely sister.
That two sisters may be very different but loving eachother so much
To be an attentive wife
To not complain
To be strong
To cook so good. I have just to close my eyes to smell her food:
I don't know all the words in english but in french:
boulettes de viande et de poisson,
lesfeuilletés à la viande ou au fromage,
les confitures,
les pâtes (of course for an Italian),
le harotset,
l'agneau cuisiné,
les épices: la corandre, le curcuma,le safran, la cardamome
To sew.
I remember she sewed the towels at Lina's home and her Singer apparatusis still there
To love travel
To love the boats and the sea
To not regret
To speak so many languages
To love her mother and takes care of her
To not judge anyone but be besides if necessary
To help those who need
To smile to the life...
For me, that's the essential.
But I have so many other memories... big andlittle...
Love and kisses at each one of you.
See you soon (at least in my dreams...)
Angela
Sunday, May 10, 2009
Thursday, May 7, 2009
Move ?
Move ?
Do I want to move… hardly…
Even though I turned in my application in Stevenson House… it hardly commits me to move to Palo Alto… Especially when I think where to go in the New and Improved Palo Alto…
Gone are: Café Sophia, La Pastaia, Palermo, Sushya… Left is Dr Owyang and Safeway Midtown… Left are the tennis courts in Mitchell Park… but gone is Anne Curran my tennis partner… Left next door to Stevenson House is Hoover Elementary… Hoorah
Yes Valley Village lacks the class of Palo Alto… and three blocks away, on Charleston is the new Jewish Community Center of Palo Alto… This JCC will probably have some activities of interest…
Anyway… there is a six months waiting list at Stevenson House so why panic… just because I hate the temporary living status… I like the feeling of Going Home… rather than “that is where I live, for now”
Well… let’s wait and see what will happen in six months…
Do I want to move… hardly…
Even though I turned in my application in Stevenson House… it hardly commits me to move to Palo Alto… Especially when I think where to go in the New and Improved Palo Alto…
Gone are: Café Sophia, La Pastaia, Palermo, Sushya… Left is Dr Owyang and Safeway Midtown… Left are the tennis courts in Mitchell Park… but gone is Anne Curran my tennis partner… Left next door to Stevenson House is Hoover Elementary… Hoorah
Yes Valley Village lacks the class of Palo Alto… and three blocks away, on Charleston is the new Jewish Community Center of Palo Alto… This JCC will probably have some activities of interest…
Anyway… there is a six months waiting list at Stevenson House so why panic… just because I hate the temporary living status… I like the feeling of Going Home… rather than “that is where I live, for now”
Well… let’s wait and see what will happen in six months…
Wednesday, May 6, 2009
Good Year Blessed Year
Good Year… Blessed Year
This last Saturday I brought my application for Stevenson House… Am I moving… why… Well I am going back to Palo Alto… Why… Because, having ruined the pre-living years… It is about time that I return to normalcy…
In my pre-living years I was controlled by controlled substances… and was unable to think of happiness… but I tried… and tried… and tried…
Then one day I received a letter from Stanford Hospital… and that started it all… I got rid of my addiction… it turned out to be a Compulsive Behavior… a side effect of my medication… and I got rid of my tremor and stiffness… thanks to the Deep Brain Stimulation (DBS)… surgery…
As time passed I felt stronger and more at ease with myself… my living years are far from pre-living… they are LIVING YEARS…
Little Tikva… my grand-daughter… came in a flash in my life… she was a fighter this girl… until she was too tired to fight… she was exhausted… I remember coming to see her at UCSF and bringing her the book Goodnight Moon… which I read to her diligently…
Then the time for her to give up came… I took my talleth and drove to San Francisco…
According to Jewish custom, one is buried in his talleth… Tikva is buried in my talleth… what an honor I was granted… what a bond has Tikva and I established…
Whenever I pass by the cemetery I stop by and read her Goodnight Moon…
What a Blessed Year… I am finally awake from all the junk I put in my body… from my Compulsive Behavior… and through my DBS surgery…
FOR OVER TWO YEARS… Then Tikva came… and although she had to give up fighting… she left her mark in our heart…
Then a few weeks ago… I called my mother to wish her happy birthday and found out that she passed away a few hours before… But to every cloud there is a silver lining… now she will take care of Tikva…
Goodbye Mamuni… Goodbye Tikva… may your voyage through eternity be full of smiles… Smile to Life and Life will Smile to You…
This last Saturday I brought my application for Stevenson House… Am I moving… why… Well I am going back to Palo Alto… Why… Because, having ruined the pre-living years… It is about time that I return to normalcy…
In my pre-living years I was controlled by controlled substances… and was unable to think of happiness… but I tried… and tried… and tried…
Then one day I received a letter from Stanford Hospital… and that started it all… I got rid of my addiction… it turned out to be a Compulsive Behavior… a side effect of my medication… and I got rid of my tremor and stiffness… thanks to the Deep Brain Stimulation (DBS)… surgery…
As time passed I felt stronger and more at ease with myself… my living years are far from pre-living… they are LIVING YEARS…
Little Tikva… my grand-daughter… came in a flash in my life… she was a fighter this girl… until she was too tired to fight… she was exhausted… I remember coming to see her at UCSF and bringing her the book Goodnight Moon… which I read to her diligently…
Then the time for her to give up came… I took my talleth and drove to San Francisco…
According to Jewish custom, one is buried in his talleth… Tikva is buried in my talleth… what an honor I was granted… what a bond has Tikva and I established…
Whenever I pass by the cemetery I stop by and read her Goodnight Moon…
What a Blessed Year… I am finally awake from all the junk I put in my body… from my Compulsive Behavior… and through my DBS surgery…
FOR OVER TWO YEARS… Then Tikva came… and although she had to give up fighting… she left her mark in our heart…
Then a few weeks ago… I called my mother to wish her happy birthday and found out that she passed away a few hours before… But to every cloud there is a silver lining… now she will take care of Tikva…
Goodbye Mamuni… Goodbye Tikva… may your voyage through eternity be full of smiles… Smile to Life and Life will Smile to You…
Les Parapluis de Cherbourg
Les Parapluis de Cherbourg
There is on my TV an ARTS channel which shows various clippings of old movies, ballets and symphonies…
They were playing Les Parapluis de Cherbourg… (The Umbrellas of Cherbourg)…
For those who never saw it… or probably never heard of it… This was the typically French love movie/story of the sixties…
There is on my TV an ARTS channel which shows various clippings of old movies, ballets and symphonies…
They were playing Les Parapluis de Cherbourg… (The Umbrellas of Cherbourg)…
For those who never saw it… or probably never heard of it… This was the typically French love movie/story of the sixties…
In my opinion it stands close to Jules et Jim as the movie to see when in love…
So if you are… were… or will be… in love… get hold of this musical and watch the young and beautiful Catherine Deneuve sing…
Tuesday, May 5, 2009
I Love My Girls...
I Love My Girls...
I really do… I am only sixty five, so I am far from being an old man… and I hope being able to be a father for a long long while…
When they were kids I had tried to be a good father… and… seeing how they are today I must have done a decent job…
There was a moment when I almost lost them… both of them… I was screwed up and very unstable… and unable to be coherent… I remember calling Gal two days before Thanksgiving telling her that I would be unable to come… I was homeless and spent Thanksgiving at a City Team Homeless shelter in San Jose…
I remember wondering when I would be able to see my girls… and when I would see my Grand Daughter Dahlia… I was wishing I could get rid of that crack…
That was a few years ago… that was the past…
Today, I found my girls… and they found their father… and so did I…
Friday, May 1, 2009
Lave toi les mains...
Lave toi les mains…
Lave toi les mains, wash your hands… that is what I heard Nonna Clemy tell me on every occasion I was about to do something… She told it to all her children, grand-children and great-grand-children… It was her trademark which, I hope will be passed to the coming generations…
Today… with the wave of influenza around us we can hear Nonna’s voice saying “Lave toi les mains”… I remember, every time I was going to see my little Tikva I had to “Lave toi les mains”…. We are a strange family, and we have strange customs… so next time you go and wash your hands… think of my Nonna Clemy saying “Lave toi mains”
Lave toi les mains, wash your hands… that is what I heard Nonna Clemy tell me on every occasion I was about to do something… She told it to all her children, grand-children and great-grand-children… It was her trademark which, I hope will be passed to the coming generations…
Today… with the wave of influenza around us we can hear Nonna’s voice saying “Lave toi les mains”… I remember, every time I was going to see my little Tikva I had to “Lave toi les mains”…. We are a strange family, and we have strange customs… so next time you go and wash your hands… think of my Nonna Clemy saying “Lave toi mains”
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