We all do it, many times. As mentioned earlier here, background here, for me this appears to be the last time. My wife and I have followed my sisters and brother in sorting through and unavoidably thinking about all the objects, collections, projects, mementos, treasures, and other miscellany of our parents' lives.
Discoveries, not necessarily in order of importance:
- From my brother's high school year book, a reminder of why the Redlands High School Terriers were often so good in football. Check out our All-Citrus Belt League quarterback:
- From my dad's book case, a reminder that The Atlantic has always been ahead of the news. My dad was a toddler himself when this issue came out 80 years ago. Although he and my mom subscribed to the magazine when we were little children, he got this one later from a collector. The January, 1929 cover evokes a different world in some ways (click for larger) -- but check the evergreen story above the banner:
Over the past year, as I've gone back and forth to Redlands on family duties, I've found excuses to go to the little airport to watch planes take off and land and
drown my sorrows in excellent beer watch the development of the area's only craft brewery. On each visit, the place was much more bustling than the previous time. Last week, they had their first run of a bottling machine. (Previously, all drinks sold from kegs.) Ben Cook, the happy brewmaster, below. Below him, sample of the regional art on the labels.
The combination of small airplanes, good beer, orange trees, and the hometown atmosphere. It will be missed.