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My 4 year old granddaughter and I went to the Oklahoma City Zoo last weekend for a little road trip.  I love zoos and watching human families as much as the animals, so it’s fun to have another round at going with a little one.  Our special treat was to see the 3 week old Indian rhinoceros baby.DSC_0093It reached 100 degrees that day, but, like all mommas, this one had made sure her little one was covered in sun screen or mud.DSC_0084He was still nursing, so he didn’t get far from Momma Rhino.  Bless her heart.  She didn’t look too happy at the crowd watching, but that had to be the least of it since she’d carried him for 450 days and he’d been 120 pounds at birth.  He’s still her baby.  And, what a cutie he is…DSC_0094One of the gorillas had a new baby, too.  A little older than the rhino baby, but she was leaning over it very protectively when we got to the window.  She watched the crowd then laid down beside him, watching her precious child sleep, as we’ve all done.  DSC_0100One of the best part of learning at the zoo is getting to experience such tender moments with the animals.  They love their babies and protect them just as we do.  We learn that we’re all here on this planet with the same goals as parents…give them birth, watch over them, give them tools to survive, and then let them go into the dangerous world out there.

Love the Mommas.  And the Daddys.  Of all species.

While driving through Ardmore, Oklahoma, this weekend, I was on a side street and this display stopped me.DSC_0209

When I realized what I was looking at, I was deeply moved.  This is who we send to battle, these are the men and women who give their sons and daughters to leave home and go to exotic places on the globe to protect the rights of Americans.  Their pride in their service tells the story.DSC_0210

The scope of their service is extraordinary.

DSC_0211 I don’t know who hangs the spoons, but I would add one if I could.  DSC_0210 - Version 2 DSC_0211 - Version 2

As we celebrate the 4th of July and all our freedoms this week, take a moment to think about the Spoons and all the families like theirs.

Thank you, Spoons!

Several years ago, my son, who was both a cook and an expert on pop culture, told me that food trucks would be the next big thing.  I knew he was right because he never missed on those kind of things and I even looked into a food truck for him.  He had great ideas, but not enough time with us to make all of them happen.  Because of that, I look at food trucks fondly and have followed the rise in popularity, just as he predicted.

We’re not talking about food trucks on the midway of the state fair now.  These are mobile kitchens full of culinary delights from some of the best cooks around.  You see them on street corners, tucked away on vacant lots, and in organized places.  I’ve been to parties with food trucks owned by local caterers, a fun touch of good food and atmosphere.

In Portland, there are blocks of them and you can eat any kind of food you like or want to try everyday downtown.  In a city with lots of parks and a fairly mild climate, it’s like a festival every day.

P9090031In Austin, there are food truck lots close to downtown with treats for all, matching the funky feeling in that city.DSC_0009In Tulsa, we have Food Truck Wednesday downtown and workers, artists, and the rest of us folks line up in the shadows of downtown buildings…IMG_4852One of our best local chefs closed one of his restaurants and operates from his food truck now.  Yum!10411378_10203172790017295_2067858657220542596_nWhat’s the appeal?  Why do we stand there waiting for food like this chicken and waffles with chipolte maple syrup and pineapple salsa?IMG_4853

I think there is something inherently fun about it.  It’s just that simple.  I like being outside waiting for the food, watching the people, talking to strangers about what to order and then munching on a delicious lunch.  It’s a totally different experience than a restaurant.  There’s an upscale festival atmosphere that brings good vibes.

I don’t know how else to explain it.  It’s just fun…like these mini donuts cooked in front of me in a small trailer then drizzled with caramel, chocolate and nuts.  Just wicked fun.IMG_4855

Loyal and True…to our Alma Mater…O…S…U.  Those are lyrics from the alma mater at Oklahoma State University, where I spent six years, excepting some summer vacations, as an undergraduate and in graduate school.  Fifty-one years after I enrolled there, I have accepted a job working with students on a special project and will be returning weekly for at least the next year.  This is a school attended by two of my daughters, two of my sons-in-law and my daughter-in-law.  We have ties.

Yesterday, I attended the eighth grade assembly at my junior high and high school alma mater, sitting in the same auditorium where I spent another 6 years of my life, from 7th through 12th grades.  The same school I have shared with my children and now seven of my grandchildren.  Two of my sons-in-law and my daughter-in-law also graduated from this school.  We have more ties.

At my age, you can’t walk around these places without images from the past swirling through your memory.  You watch a high school assembly and your own assemblies flash before you.  Teachers and classmates, friends from then, some gone, some still in your life, perform, speak and walk from the 1950s and 6os.  When I walk into the halls of the school alone, I see my friends in groups, hanging out before school, giggling and gossiping, too loud or too quiet.  Making our way through the halls and through life as a teenager.  It’s not even conscious sometimes, but I remember when I get home.  And shake my head at how young we were, how sponge-like in our learning, how desperate to be grown up, to be cool, to know what to do in new situations.

At Oklahoma State, my images are even more varied.  I spent my college years there, my first two years of marriage, and became a mother in that college town.  I did a lot of growing up in that place and had a lot of fun.  It was a big school in a small town and I came from a city.  The students had different backgrounds and I learned from them.  I can’t walk across that campus without being struck by how familiar it is and how much it’s grown, like everything in the last 50 years that’s managed to stay around.

There’s comfort in the familiar…like the first building on campus, Old Central.DSC_0001

…and seeing the steps to Morrill Hall where I had many of my English classes and taught Freshman Composition for two years.  My office was up those steps, I slipped on those steps in the ice when I first got married.  Oh, those steps.DSC_0002Every corner has a memory in that town.  We stood on Main Street to watch Hubert Humphrey drive by or to watch the Homecoming Parade, a tradition that lives on with Pistol Pete still walking strong.IMG_3059The memories are stronger than ever.  Walking from the Student Union, voted #1 in the United States this year, past the library where I spent so many hours going through the card catalogues, researching ever so many papers…IMG_3052I expect to see familiar faces, but I see younger ones, much younger ones.  The dorms where I lived are still there, I can see the window of the room where I first saw the Beatles on Ed Sullivan.  I drive by the dorm where I spent two years as a student counselor and can count the floors to my room.  The duplex where we lived when we married and where we brought our first baby home is still standing, still looking like a cheap college rental place after all these years.  The movie theaters we frequented in town are long gone, replaced by a megaplex theatre, The Hideaway, where my husband worked as manager, is still there on campus corner, although it’s moved to a much larger location.  Our friend, the owner, who wasn’t much older than we were recently passed away, a pillar of the community.  At least the Fire Station still owns that corner, a reminder of the old days.DSC_0003It’s a wonderful thing to be invited to return to a place where there are so many memories to warm your heart.  My students will keep me sharp and I can hopefully help them with my experience.  They will teach me a lot, I know.  How fitting that my last job brings me back to my first jobs on this campus.  The old and the new merge into a blur of my life.  I’ve got my new school ID, plastic with my picture instead of the paper one I used to carry.  There’s a comparison of then and now in everything I do.  Then and now.  My past and my present merged into another life experience, into new adventures.  I’m as excited as a freshman…just old enough not to be as nervous.

An Oklahoma orange sunset was in my rearview mirror as I drove home this week.  Lovely.DSC_0004

California – I keep going back there.  Not that it’s the most beautiful state or has the greatest history or the greatest people or the greatest anything other than maybe the greatest diversity of everything.  I’ve traveled all over it in winter, summer and spring, seen it in its many colors, met the people along the way.  It’s a place where everything changes as you go down the road.  You leave a city and are in a desert or on a mountain or on the shore. It’s got it all in one big melting pot of people who vary from region to region. California could be three or four states, each individual. It’s bounded by the Sierras on the east and the Pacific on the west with bountiful valleys and mountain ranges in between.

After driving over 1,800 miles around the state in the last few weeks, here are some of my favorite spring images that speak better than I can write.

In the Spring, the hills that are golden in the summer have a fresh green…

IMG_4746El Mirage still holds that never catchable lake in the distance…

DSC_0264Death Valley is still desolate…

DSC_0324 DSC_0306DSC_0330…but there are flowers where only baked rocks exist in the heat of summer.

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DSC_0394The Sierras suddenly come into view, rising out of the ground in a never ending ridge north.

DSC_0437And skiers rush to mountains that received 22 inches of snow the night before – in April and May…DSC_0483 DSC_0493 - Version 2There’s the perfection of Lake Tahoe…

DSC_0579the beauty of the Sierras with the spring thaw filling the creeks and rivers…DSC_0599 DSC_0617DSC_0619…and flowers that bring color to the hills.DSC_0652The buildings of the little mining towns give a sense of the excitement of the history of the area from San Francisco to Sacramento to Nevada.  You can visualize the wagon trains, the Pony Express riders, the stagecoaches, and the first railroads that brought people from the east.  You can see the places Mark Twain made famous and picture the characters who lived this life.

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DSC_0685 DSC_0700And then you reach the coast and its giant Coastal Redwoods.  My visit to Muir Woods was a complement to my visits to Yosemite and the Sequoias in past visits.DSC_0790And then it’s the California coast, from the bay area…DSC_0903 DSC_0959…to the beaches…from Pacifica to kite surfing and sailboarding meccas…DSC_0981 DSC_0996to sunsets…DSC_1012to Big Sur in all its beauty…

DSC_1023 DSC_0007The wildlife is abundant, seals, otters, whales, and the ever delightful elephant seals…DSC_0091_2DSC_0065…and animals we were promised but never saw…
DSC_1021Southern California beaches had birds and dunes to climb…DSC_0111_2 DSC_0131_2Here’s to the best restaurant name ever – in Lompoc.  Too bad it closed.IMG_4742And back to Los Angeles, city of dreams, freeways, and endless fascination.DSC_0104Cheers to California with all its natural wonders, it bounty of natural resources, and the people who make it even more interesting.  Spring with the California poppies blooming everywhere is truly a delight.DSC_0028_2

 

Being in Los Angeles is a trip to many worlds within the city, illustrated by signs of today and yesterday.  Some pictures were taken from a moving car – not as good, but they capture the images of Los Angeles, palm trees and all.

DSC_0209This one intrigues me for whatever reasons.  I passed it several times a day.

DSC_0006Saturday morning with the Jewish men walking to worship.

 

DSC_0028Historic Broadway Theatre Tour given by the L.A. Conservancy on Saturday mornings.  Walked by and in some of the theaters where vaudeville played and audiences first saw silent movies.

DSC_0071My favorite of the old theaters.

DSC_0104These were movie palaces…

DSC_0181Now a richly Hispanic area, there were flags everywhere…

DSC_0106And festive dresses for Quinceañeras and weddings, buzzing on a busy shopping day.

DSC_0107DSC_0046Beautiful Art Deco buildings.  Johnny Depp owns two penthouses in this one, according to our guide.

DSC_0161And there are random things that make you smile…

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DSC_0169Los Angeles is a diversity of cultures…

DSC_0205This one makes me laugh since it was deep in a Hispanic neighborhood.  Jim is trying to offer it all.

DSC_0210The drives around town take you to places both exotic…

DSC_0231and scenic…

DSC_0219with signs that make you ask where do they come up with that?

DSC_0225There are entertaining signs that have been there for decades

DSC_0151_2and there are signs of the entertainment business that we all associate with La La Land…

IMG_4763and love…

DSC_0149My favorite was driving down the street and seeing Kermit…

DSC_0021He rose above the studio where Charlie Chaplin once roamed.

DSC_0017There are tributes to stars of the past…

DSC_0041And beautiful theaters still entice in neighborhoods…

DSC_0234You can always find a good meal in Los Angeles…  Lacy’s has a great breakfast…

DSC_0003Porto’s in Burbank, or other locations, is a wonderful American success story.  The Cuban family that owns it inspires with their history, their delicious salads, sandwiches and soups and their famous cakes, breads and pastries that make me drool to even think about…I don’t think I’ve ever seen such a busy place with such happy employees, every one of them.

 

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IMG_4727This is a wonderful Greek restaurant on Ventura Blvd.

IMG_5022Such was my most recent trip to Los Angeles, capped off by lovely visits with friends, including Scott Wilson, who let me hold his head, a souvenir from “The Walking Dead.”  What would the trip be without a brush with celebrity?

IMG_3864Los Angeles is always entertaining.

 

 

Driving trips are my favorite, but sometimes you must fly.  I’m fascinated by the landscapes below and the patterns from above.  I click shots, trying to place what I’m seeing from a high perspective.  Flying west in America is a constant study of geology, geography, and art.  What cataclysmic events caused this upheaval of the planet, what up thrusts of rock, what cutting by glaciers left such jagged marks, which change so abruptly?

From Denver to Burbank, I was crossing territory I had driven several times. The beauty that mesmerized me on the ground created artistic designs from an airplane window.  My iPhone and iPad clicked away.

The snow covered Rocky Mountains in April…

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The change from mountains to flatter, dryer lands with canyons carved through eons…image

And more ore canyons, winding in such tight twists that they form circles from above…

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The projections of Lake Powell…

imageEdges of canyons…the Grand Canyon was on the other side of the plane…

imageEerie lights somewhere near Las Vegas and agricultural patterns are signs of people below

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So many patterns through deserts and then the San Bernadino Mountains…image

And I end our bird’s eye view with patterns of civilization.  From wide open spaces to masses of people.

imageMy feet are back on the ground.

All the arts cause us to feel something, anything.  You can love it or hate it, but you do feel something when you hear music, read a poem or passage, or view a performance.  Visual art is all around us, whether in a museum or on the street.  A couple of weeks ago, I was in Bentonville, Arkansas, visiting Crystal Bridges Museum, an always fabulous place. Two of my friends said not to miss seeing 21C, a museum hotel in the old downtown area, so we went there for a late lunch.  We missed the lunch hours, but had a fabulous hamburger in the bar and got to experience what they were talking about.  I hear the rooms are terrific, too.

There are 3 of these hotels out there now, Louisville, Cincinnati, and Bentonville, with new ones planned in Kansas City and Oklahoma City. These hotels boast their own museums within the hotels, basically everywhere you look.  If the restaurants are all as great as the one in Bentonville, they are double winners.  My daughter and I walked around the outside and the lobby, enjoying or discussing everything we saw. Here are some examples, although I didn’t take photos of some of my favorites inside.  Those are for you to discover.

We first saw the basketball tower as we approached the museum.  One of these would keep my grandkids busy for hours.

DSC_0044The footed car outside reminded me of a Flintstones car.  Whatever, it made us laugh.

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The bench by the front door was perfect for a hotel.  Loved the creativity of this one.

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Inside, there were some incredible pieces to discover.  This one caught our eye, because how could you miss this huge chandelier hanging low in the corner.  Definitely a conversation piece.

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These bodies inflated and deflated as you watched, making an eerie statement of some kind.  We interpreted it in different ways, but we didn’t ignore it.

DSC_0049There was an incredibly intricate drawing of a haunted dollhouse with details to keep you looking for more and more weird things while you marveled at the skill of the artist.  There were beautiful beaded items, and paintings and other sculptures scattered around the lobby and beyond. They even give tours each day.

One of the fun things about the hotels is that there are penguins all around, even on the outside of the building.  They use them as stanchions and for overall whimsy.  The hotel in Bentonville has green penguins, the one in Louisville has red penguins, and the one in Cincinnati has yellow penguins.  I love penguins, so this was just a fun bonus.  Who doesn’t love penguins.

DSC_0047If you’re near a 21C Museum Hotel, I suggest you stop in.  It’s worth the trip.  I’m planning to return to Bentonville for a girls’ weekend to see the rooms.  I want the whole 21C experience!

Happy Travels!

 

 

 

When I started writing this blog a year and a half ago, I did it because I like to write.  I don’t know that I thought it was going to shake up the world and I didn’t have a specific audience in mind, but I wanted to do it.  Since then, I’ve read lots of other blogs, some fantastic, some not so much, and mine is just what it is, for better or worse.  It’s not very sophisticated and I’m not in it to make money or spread the word.  It just happens.  And it has its own life out there in the world.

Most of the people who read Confetti Thoughts are family and friends.  Sometimes I write something I really like and it is read by one person or four.  Sometimes I write something that touches someone and it gets shared or reposted and maybe hundreds of people read it.  Some of those I understand, some are surprises.  One of the blogs I wrote about my 50th high school reunion is the most read of all.  Wow!

Sometimes I get comments.  Since this posts on my Facebook page as well as the blog site, I get comments from friends.  Sometimes a stranger has a comment.  Yesterday, for no reason, there was an explosion on my blog and 270 people read through it.  I thought there must be a computer error, but two people wrote comments on a blog I wrote last summer.  One determined he is a distant relative, which is interesting and intriguing.

The most amazing thing about this little nothing blog is that it has travelled around the world.  I am able to see where the people who read it live and it makes me shake my head.  Here’s a map, provided by the blog site, of where, but NOT who, my readers are.  Your privacy is intact.

IMG_3786I don’t know if they get translations, which could be very interesting, or if they all speak English, but it makes me smile to see where my little blog travels.  Since I write about my own experiences, with a few observations thrown in, I wonder what they think of this traveling grandmother and her life in America with children and grandchildren.  Which post attracted someone in Sri Lanka or Albania, Croatia or Brazil?  I’ve had readers in Qatar, Oman, Iceland and Egypt.  Someone in 73 countries beside the U.S. has read one of my blogs at least once.

What does it mean?  I’m hoping these strangers from exotic places find something that we have in common or see this American kindly.  I hope they realize that this world is a lot smaller now and we need to see each other as neighbors and not enemies.  We’re all alike in our love for our family and friends, our desire to make the world a better place for the next generation.  If reading some simple thing I write brings someone on the other side of the planet a smile or recognition of a common interest, well, that’s just terrific.

In the meantime, I look at this map and marvel at the magic of communication.  Where, oh where, will this blog travel next?

 

I was amused, and slightly annoyed, listening to someone bash Facebook, calling it a complete waste of time. I understand that not everybody likes everything in the modern world, including television, movies, email, computers, smart phones, etc., but there are those of us of all ages who embrace every bit of it. So, this is my rebuttal on Facebook, in no particular order of importance.

1. The photos. It has replaced the brag book for parents and grandparents. When I first became a grandmother, we all carried books of photos in our purses, which quickly became obsolete as the babies grew up so fast. Now, we all see everything in our friends’ family lives. If you don’t want to see it, don’t look, but the rest of us are delighted to share the greatest of happiness with you. And, use the privacy settings if you don’t want everyone in the world to see them.

2. More photos. I love the travel photos, which give me new places to dream about, and the everyday photos, which take me with you. I love the weather photos, the food and coffee photos, and any photo you share! Again, if this isn’t your thing, don’t look. Scroll down for something else.

3. The videos. I love seeing what videos amused you or moved you, or seeing videos of your baby’s first steps. It saves me going to YouTube to search for them myself and I get an inkling of your sense of humor or your compassion or your life.

4. My own group of friends all in one place, sharing together. I am happy to have friends of all ages, from my grandchildren to elderly friends on Facebook. There are friends from various places I have been, friends from previous jobs, friends from school, which was a long time ago, old friends and new friends, friends of my children, and mere acquaintances. I get to choose which ones are there. And, I like that I can sort them out into groups and see only the posts of my family or a certain group or my close friends without having to search the site each time.

5. Private messages. Facebook messages have replaced emails in many cases and I’m for any way we can reach each other.

6. Businesses or groups I “Like.” I’m cautious with this because I don’t want this to end up like my email which is now 90% business ads. I do like to check on a restaurant or store to see what is going on there and Facebook is an easy way to do that.

7. Links to articles. It seems I find more information than ever on very interesting and timely issues due to the links my friends post. Once I read that one, I find more and keep reading on. Sometimes, these articles are linked to sites I have never heard of, so it’s a shortcut for me. If a friend posts it, I am likely to check it out.

8. Sharing important moments. When my son died, I was so touched by the tributes to him on Facebook and the messages to his family from people all over the country. We still keep his page so that his friends can post photos they run across or send a message when they are thinking about him. Facebook also lets people share when their friends are sick or going through rough periods in their life or having a happy moment, such as a wedding or graduation. We are all a community at those times particularly.

9. Deepening friendships. Through Facebook, I have learned so much more about people I knew at work or through my children or hadn’t seen in awhile or just met, or have known my whole life. Through their sharing, I feel much more involved in their lives and understand them much better. Sometimes, I admit, I don’t like what I see so much, but that helps me understand them better.

10. Sharing the news. When something happens in our world, I’m sure to find political comments, quotes, articles, and observations, whether we are discussing gay rights, elections, religion, entertainment news, commentary on television programs or movies or art or sports. I learn so much about you this way. Sometimes we don’t think alike and the discussions get lively, but we are discussing some serious issues and it’s always great to look at all sides of everything.

I understand that younger Facebook users are turned off because their parents and grandparents have taken it over and they want their own space with their own friends. Boy, do I remember that feeling well and I respect it. They have turned to Instagram, which is fun and makes us all art photographers, but is limited in scope as they don’t have to use words very much. They like Twitter, which has its limits also. And there are other sites. I hope that they come back along the way because, until something new comes along, Facebook seems to be the best community for those of us who value relationships and want to stay in touch. If I could be with all these people in person every day. . .well that’s not possible. This is my thank you to Mark Zuckerberg for his enterprise.

Nobody has to join Facebook, but it’s sure fun.

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