Posts tagged with "grandma" - Faerye Net 2010-09-04T23:19:34+00:00 Felicity Shoulders Interlude 2010-09-04T23:19:34+00:00 2010-09-04T23:20:47+00:00 <p>In case any particularly sensitive information-brains have noticed a downtick in my posting rate, I thought I&#8217;d let the blog readership know I&#8217;ve been called out of town. Back to <a href="" target="links">Grants Pass</a>, in fact. Nothing serious, but I&#8217;m far, far off my normal routine and haven&#8217;t been working down the list of blog topics upon which I am <em>burning</em> to opine.</p> <p>I may be moved to rant about the amount of unwanted junk mail my grandma gets from a political party she abandoned <em>twenty years ago</em>, but that wasn&#8217;t previously on the topic list!</p> <p>(And for those of you who are also <a href="" target="links">Twitter</a> readers: I shall <strong>try</strong> not to tweet about Scrabble too much. Really, I shall be trying. Even if you can&#8217;t tell.)</p> Home places 2010-08-03T13:58:59+00:00 2010-09-04T23:12:28+00:00 <center><a href="" title="Grants Pass sunrise by sylvandmike, on Flickr"><img src="" width="500" height="375" alt="Grants Pass sunrise" border="0" /></a><em>Grants Pass sunrise, taken by my cousin</em></center> <p>I recently spent the week with my grandmother, engaging in family traditions such as DeCourcey-rules Scrabble, Jeopardy! viewership, and politely refusing to put Grandma to the trouble of baking powder biscuits at breakfast, then politely eating upwards of three.</p> <p>We also discussed, in passing, the possibility that she will move soon. While we were discussing it, my mind was very much on the implications for her, and perhaps for the rest of my Scrabble-ating tribe. But some days afterward, I realized that once my grandmother leaves Grants Pass, <em>none</em> of my family will live there. I won&#8217;t have any cause to visit, and the sort of half-citizenship of that little burg in Southern Oregon that I have long enjoyed will quite dissolve.</p> <p>My family&#8212;the other side, as it happens&#8212;moved to Southern Oregon in the early 20th century. My Oklahoman great-great-grandfather came for a promotion with the railroad, and brought his family. My Canadian great-grandfather came for a lumber industry job, married the daughter of the aforementioned railroad man. They lived in the little town of <a href=",_Or" target="links">Glendale</a>, 28 miles away from Grants Pass through thick conifer forests. My maternal grandparents moved to Medford, then Grants Pass, after World War II, and Grandpa started a business. Most non-Native Westerners&#8217; family stories are stories of migration, and our stories brought us to Grants Pass, the nexus of my recent genealogy.</p> <p>Is that the only reason I love Grants Pass? That my parents met in the halls of the old Grants Pass High School (now demolished), drawn together by their identical paperback copies of <em><a href='' title='' rel='powells'>The Two Towers</a></em>? That my Grandpa is buried in a woodland cemetery outside of town, bright with dry grass and the sound of insects? That my family orbited around that valley for generations, and even now I feel it&#8217;s our home planet?</p> <p>I don&#8217;t know. I think we have a powerful drive to connect to places. For me, the Willamette Valley feels like home, with its <a href="" target="links">waterfalls</a>, <a href="" target="links">rain</a>, its <a href="" target="links">particular shades of green</a>. But most of us&#8212;I know I speak for myself and <a href='' title='' rel='powells'>Taran of Caer Dallben</a>, at least&#8212;have a desire to know where we came from. It manifests in genealogical research, in recording family reminiscences, in sequencing our <span class="caps">DNA</span>, and in attaching ourselves to places.</p> <p>My parents moved to the Portland area about 9 months before I was born, and before that lived for a few years in Eugene. I have never lived in Grants Pass for more than 3 weeks or so, but I&#8217;ve become accustomed to &#8216;owning&#8217; it, to thinking it&#8217;s part of me. When people mention it (or name anthologies after it), I perk up my ears. My car still has its Grants Pass license plate surround. I know the <span class="caps">GPHS</span> colors, remember feeding the ducks at Riverside Park, have walked the main street, passed under the <a href="" target="links">&#8220;It&#8217;s the Climate&#8221;</a> sign, had many milkshakes at the old soda parlor in the Grants Pass Pharmacy. I feel at home in that bowl of blue-green hills. Even though I&#8217;m a proud Portlander, I know my roots are in small towns like Grants Pass and Glendale, <a href="" target="links">Llanfyrnach</a> and <a href="" target="links">Marvejols</a> and Taupinet. Perhaps that&#8217;s silly, or meaningless, or maudlin, but I&#8217;ll be sorry when there are no more DeCourceys in Grants Pass, when I am only a traveler passing through, and not a native grandchild returning.</p> Updatery 2008-11-03T09:04:56+00:00 2010-09-04T23:18:26+00:00 <p>Howdy folks. Just letting you know that, after my big move, I&#8217;m now going to be moving in with my grandma for some weeks &#8211; she broke her hip but has rampaged through her physical therapy and just needs someone to help her out at home whilst she finishes healing. So I&#8217;m off to do the bending-and-twisting-at-the-waist parts of life for her. There should also be much Scrabble, and a lot of time for writing, so, hundreds of miles away from my boxes crying to be unpacked, perhaps I shall blog more diligently. Stay tuned!</p> Vacation, by the numbers 2006-06-02T22:06:29+00:00 2008-06-08T14:14:41+00:00 <p>Number of days spent on a train: 3.5<br /> Number of books finished: 5 (<em>Beethoven&#8217;s Hair, Band of Brothers, Perma Red, Coraline, The Eyre Affair</em>)<br /> Scrabble games played: 6.5<br /> Highest word score: 82 (STIFLED + 7 tile bonus, Grandma)<br /> Total Scrabble score: 1883 to 1804, Grandma<br /> Scrabble standings: 4 to 2.5, Felicity<br /> Number of miles travelled by coach: 1507<br /> Number of colds contracted: 1, Felicity<br /> Number of states travelled through: 12 (Oregon, Washington, Idaho, Montana, North Dakota, Minnesota, Wisconsin, Illinois, Indiana, Ohio, Pennsylvania, New York)<br /> Number of provinces travelled through: 2 (Quebec, Ontario)<br /> Number of hotels stayed in: 7 (6 on tour, 1 at the Portland Airport)<br /> Number of Canadian territories I had never heard of: 1 (Nunavut, I&#8217;m very ashamed.)<br /> <b>Edit</b>: Number of <a href="" target="links">pictures</a> taken: over 550 (I&#8217;ve got 539 raw, of which I like 230 or so, and I deleted scads on the trip.)</p>