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Mom's
Loved this magnet. I hope everyone
remembered to watch the Judy Garland movie
on ABC tonight..terrific job. Household Hints from A Medieval
Home Companion: To cure a toothache Take an earthenware pot with a lid. The pot should be tightly sealed with clay, and the lid should have a hole in the middle. Fill the pot with water, and put sage or other herbs in it, and set it to boil. Take off your clothes and get into bed. With your head well covered, position your open mouth over the hole so you can breathe the steam passing through it. Keep yourself well covered. tomorrow: I am a theatre critic OK...so it's a new "career", but if you're interested in reading my reviews, go here Updated 2/11/01 WHAT I'M READING... Christmas gift from my friend, Diane, who felt it was time I learn more about Australia also He, She and It Steve tells me I have to read this book. WHAT I WATCHED... Life
with Judy Garland: That's it for today!
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PINATA PARTY WITHOUT
PINATAS 26 February 2001 It was like stepping back 30 years in time. We walked into the home of our friend Jeri and Bill and the house was filled with toddlers and small children racing around the house, babies being passed from hand to hand, the kitchen counter and dining room table filled with food, coolers of beer, wine and soft drinks. If it weren’t that there were more adults than usual and the most familiar looking ones had grey hair, I would have sworn we’d gone through a time portal. My goddaughter Colleen and her family were in town, so it was time for her parents to throw a Pinata Party. Normally at a Pinata Party there would be a pinata. But, no. The name refers to the days, 20-30 years ago when we were the young parents and the young parents we saw today were children. We would have yearly parties and the activity always included the breaking of a pinata. Over the years the five families who comprised the core group (along with their 22 children--we were good Catholics!) came to be known as the Pinata Group. We were the first generation. Our kids were the second generation, and now there are 23 kids in the third generation, 20 of whom were at the party today. I’ll say one thing for us--we started a line that sure has produced quite good looking progeny.
The difference between now and 20-30 years ago is that Generation 2 all grew up with each other. They saw each other frequently, attended the same nursery school (most of them), went to grammar school together and until about 1973 or so, pretty much were one big happy family, with kids being sent off to each other’s homes to be taken care of when the parents were out. Those were the days when things were a lot less worrisome and I think all of the Generation 1 mothers at one time or another breastfed most of the Generation 2 kids at least once, when a mother was late getting home to pick up her kid. Even when we all moved in different directions, we continued to have pinata parties, so the Generation 2 kids became like cousins who knew each other well and reunied once or twice a year, always taking up where they left off the last time. But the Generation 3 kids don’t have that advantage. They don’t know each other (unless they’re related), they don’t even know all the people in Generation 1, so there is a little more confusion, though throughout the day we kind of lost sight of which parent went with which kid because all kids seemed to be taken care of by all the parents (or grandparents). It was quite a frenzied afternoon, and culminated in our traditional "group pictures." Used to be we only took the group picture of Generation 2. But when Gen. 2 got old enough they insisted that Gen 1 also have their pictures taken, so that became part of the ritual. Now we’ve added Generation 3...and, today, we even had Generation 0, since two great grandmothers were there as well.
It was a frenzied day, but a lot of fun, seeing how what we began years ago at Newman Hall in Berkeley has mushroomed and is quite strong and healthy. I’m just sorry that none of our kids were able to attend the party. It seemed strange being there with no children of our own to run herd on.
There will be no journal entry tomorrow. I’m going off to Stanford with Steve and will be back home on Tuesday night. |
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