The more it changes . . .
First up: good news from Jim Shere, executive director of the Glen Ellen Historical Society. He wants you all to know about the next public meeting of the society, Saturday afternoon, Feb. 22, at 2 p.m. “Not Losing the Real Glen Ellen.” Board president Charles Mikulik, a graduate student in the cultural resource management program at Sonoma State University, plans to talk about impending changes in our Valley. Among other subjects, Charles will discuss stewardship, and how we can affect our history by identifying, documenting and managing our resources. Charles’ insights into the academic and political forces that influence our community will help us to understand what goes into the decision about who we’ve been and who we will become.
This event takes place at Mayflower Hall, 5311 O’Donnell Lane in Glen Ellen this Saturday afternoon. It is free, though donations are appreciated and membership in the Glen Ellen Historical Society is encouraged.
Died and gone to Kenwood
Good neighbor and friend Jim Berkland was the first, but not the only, person to let me know that I’d made an error in a recent column. I appreciate Jim’s calls. Jim shares more news than I can ever use, we laugh and reminisce about good old days. Some of which are happening right now.
Jim’s correction was about the Glen Ellen Farmers Market. Apparently, it is no longer. Last summer, the market played its swan song and I didn’t even know. But then, I think lots of folks didn’t.
In previous summers, I enjoyed trotting down the regional park trail to pick up my week’s supply of fresh veggies for bountiful salads, fruits to sweeten my life and a few other goodies here and there. Oh yes, like those specially roasted almonds from a central valley family farm. Though not precisely Sonoma Valley, the family drove their truck over to our farmers market every Sunday and sold the most delicious almonds I’ve ever tasted.
After perusing the market and on a Sunday, talking to friends, I’d get revitalized for the hike home by indulging in a steaming bowl of dhal at Yeti. (It’s true; I love hot soup on a summer day, just like the folks who created that soup.) Then I’d stop by for a few Wine Country Chocolates to fortify my homeward stroll through the regional park.
My only hope was that someday a connecting bridge would be built from the (regional) park to the park(ing) lot. Alas, the farmers market has moved and that matters less now, though I still recommend it.
Next spring and summer, our local farmers market will be in Kenwood on that little town’s center green. It’s a fitting place for the market and I’m sure it will do well there. I’ll just miss the opportunity for dhal, chocolate and that weekly walk.
Yoga for me is a stretch
I’ve been to Kenwood a number of times lately. My buddy (and former college roommate) Judy Laursen talked me into attending Misty Green’s Yoga Stretch and Sound Meditation at the new Lion Heart Yoga studio.