Friday, March 29, 2013

To the Cemetery

Back again! Remember first time? Or the last time? While the diplomat was home I dragged him to the Mountain View Cemetery - because that's what everyone wants to do in their brief reprieve from their middle east exile, right? The weather was perfect, and armed with a smart phone you can get an amazing lesson in bay area history. People are crazy, and fascinating - dead ones included. We wandered, finding as many histories, and hilarious episodes as possible.

Oakland is out there somewhere. 


I'll admit that I originally liked this headstone merely for the flourishes around the harp - but check this guy out! He conducted Lillian Russel in NYC, served as the musical director of 4 Broadway shows,and had a fantastic music career in SF.

One great story (not confirmed) is about how he got out of SF after the 1906 earthquake and fire:

"After San Francisco was destroyed by fire, Steindorff and one of his colleagues, actor/director Ferris Hartman fled the city, but needed to concoct a scheme to get into Oakland which was being guarded by the military to limit the refugees. The two men secured a hearse complete with a coffin and drove safely into Oakland."

This amazing cast is for a former ship captain. An article I found in the Pacific Marine Review called him a "retired commodore of the Pacific mail fleet" and said that he "was known from one end of the Pacific to the other as Ninety-fathom Dan". Quite the nickname, no? The article noted that the source of the nickname is disputed, but likely came from the depth he wanted under the China when he would anchor in the Manilla harbor.

 Here is a great vintage postcard of the boat.

 I think I take a photograph of Merritt's lock every time I come here.



As opposed to all the fake grand daughters?
I know, it's from the Daughters of the American Revolution,but I did laugh out loud when I saw it from 20 feet away. With some of the crazy stuff people put on grave markers you never know.


Interesting motto - Dread God

Oh wait, of course, this is the crest of a Highland Scottish Clan - Clan Munro. Heritage includes the "Black Baron" and quite a few castles.


Not only do his relatives have some lovely castles, but the man fought in the Boer War. The assumption was made (because it makes a great story) that he was in Ladysmith during the the Second Boer War and the Siege of Ladysmith - which lasted 118 days. Perhaps Alexander ran into the young Sir Winston Churchill who was a war correspondent for The Morning Post who was present for the relief of the siege. Oh, yeah
Gandhi was apparently around as well. Who knows who Alex may have run into.

Grand Exalted Ruler - yeap, that's right. 
This resulted in an extensive discussion about the Elks.

Kudos for to the Elks for setting up a classy Art Deco send off for the PGER.

 In case anyone might forget what Bixler looked like.



Okay, this one is a doozy!  This is the self-designed monument of Henry D. Cogswell
He was "a dentist and a crusader in the temperance movement".

Edited down: 
Cogswell believed that if people had access to cool drinking water they wouldn't consume alcoholic beverages. It was his dream to construct one temperance fountain for every 100 saloons across the United States and many were built. These drinking fountains were elaborate structures built of granite that Cogswell designed himself. Cogswell's fountains can be found in Washington, D.C., Tompkins Square Park NYC, Pawtucket, Rhode Island, and Rockville, CT.  
These grandiose statues were not well received by the communities where they were placed.  Washington, DC's Temperance Fountain has been called "the city's ugliest statue"  and spurred city councils across the country to set up fine arts commissions to screen such gifts.
Although the D.C. statue survived mostly unscathed, the San Francisco one was torn down by "a lynch party of self-professed art lovers".

Yes, you read that right - a lynch mob of art lovers!!! I'm totally beside myself at how hilarious a vision this is. Also, naturally, I sought out this Temperance Fountain when I was in DC - stay tuned for photos.


Finally, one of my favorites at Mountain View (thank you Crocker's for having good taste). That towering behemoth in the background would be Cogswell's memorial.

We finished the day with ice cream, because yes, cemeteries are still a little depressing.


R met us at Fenton's. He joined me last year on the guided cemetery tour, so he understood the diplomat's exhaustion. I am fairly certain that cemetery tour guide just bumped museum docent for the top spot on the "volunteer jobs I want when I am retired" list.

Friday, March 8, 2013

Happenings

 Lots is going on. Stay tuned for either fantastic or terrible news next Friday! In the meantime my entire life consists of studying, the gym, work and sleep.

 Much studying!

 Could stand to spend less time at the gym.

Destroying books at record rates - removing their hearts.

 Hair is now long enough that I don't know what to do with it.

Enjoying open fields while I can.

Wednesday, February 20, 2013

On Patience



Taken yesterday morning during my commute.




“I still find each day too short for all the thoughts I want to think, all the walks I want to take, all the books I want to read, and all the friends I want to see.” - John Burroughs, Summit of the Years*

This quote is life right now. Every day is too short. I cannot seem keep all thoughts I want to ponder in my head and they are too numerous to sit and write down (I’ve tried). And forget trying to follow any one of them to its conclusion. They swirl around contending, attempting to push others out. I remind myself this medley of thoughts and concerns isn’t permanent and in a few weeks/months I will no longer be required to dedicate time to some of them. I’m certain they have a mind of their own and the insistent, pushy thoughts (loud with minor value) know their resolution is coming and are in revolt. Not to be calmed not matter how many times I tell them to be patient and that they are not important. They must be worried over and disrupt. They will likely be replaced with equally boisterous and attention craving thoughts. I do hope those quiet, patient thoughts will hold out, as I do want to sit down and spend a good deal of time thinking about them. They are the ones I want to think about.

Don’t even get me started on all the books I want to read. I’m already on my 7th book this year - I’m not even letting myself bemoan not having time for more reading. There will never be enough time for all the books – EVER.

What stuck me was that looking back from the ‘summit of the years’ Burroughs STILL felt there was not time. This means I will likely NEVER have time for all the thoughts, walks, books, and friends I want. Cue mourning and feelings of loss. Oh sorrow. If I do not get in the habit of making time now, it may never happen. But there is just so much to do!

My commute has a godsend in this respect. In no traffic Google estimates my commute takes 49 min. With traffic in the evening... much longer. It gives me solid uninterrupted time to think. In all the chaos around, I’m glad to remember each day is short, and to plan accordingly. I’m up and doing all I can. Apologies to all the thoughts, walks, books, and friends...I do wish there was time. I’m fitting in what I can.

And what I need will find me. The last year echoed constantly the need to slow down, be a little more patient, and still.

Also, I’m the newest John Burroughs fan. I’d better go buy all his books! Wait...shoot. To end, a poem by him. Written at 25.

Waiting
A poem by John Burroughs

Serene, I fold my hands and wait,
Nor care for wind, nor tide, nor sea;
I rave no more 'gainst time or fate,
For lo! my own shall come to me.

I stay my haste, I make delays,
For what avails this eager pace?
I stand amid th’ eternal ways,
And what is mine shall know my face.

Asleep, awake, by night or day,
The friends I seek are seeking me;
No wind can drive my bark astray,
Nor change the tide of destiny.

What matter if I stand alone?
I wait with joy the coming years;
My heart shall reap where it hath sown,
And garner up its fruit of tears.

The waters know their own and draw
The brook that springs in yonder heights;
So flows the good with equal law
Unto the soul of pure delights.

The stars come nightly to the sky;
The tidal wave unto the sea;
Nor time, nor space, nor deep, nor high,
Can keep my own away from me.

*I will admit, I saw this quote on Pinterest. It took several Google searches, finally did one in Google Scholar, before I could verify John Burroughs did in truth write the above. Sources people!Pleased to discover him though.