A month of parties
Welcome to July, my natal month. Always the best month for parties. As a child, I celebrated my birthday with picnics, circuses and much summer silliness. Away from school, we could bike to the Carnegie Library, anticipating ice cream and cake as we hurried home, our bicycle baskets filled with books.
Parties were celebrated aboard ferries en route to beaches, where the July winds of Eureka, California almost always guaranteed a fine day to fly kites. A beach birthday might end with roasted marshmallows turned into smores, a delightfully gooey alternative to cake.
However and whatever you celebrate this month, I hope you have a happy July, beginning today and including the festivities of the Fourth.
The Fourth of July is also the anniversary of my friend and former colleague Lou Morton and his sweetheart, Carol. Their wedded life began with the bang of firecrackers and remains strong, a true blue American union. We wish them happiness on this, their 31st anniversary, with many more to follow.
Rock on my friend
One afternoon last week, local geologist, neighbor and friend Jim Berkland paid a visit to Creekbottom House. He’d read my brief story about Molly Meyn’s talking rock at the Roundabout and he wanted to set the record straight. Jim arrived at my doorstep with a poem and a melon-sized quartz rock in hand, empirical evidence that he was the first Talking Rock.
Turns out that back in the day (in this case, the ’70s) Jim and his daughter Krista Lynn were in a group called the Indian Princesses, much like Girl Scouts. Krista’s name was Snowflake, and Jim’s was Talking Rock. Together, they camped in teepees, cooked over fires and enjoyed hiking with other girls and parents. Back then, on one camping trip with a group of girls, Jim and Krista painted a lovely round quartz rock with an invitation: “Come to the Tipi of Snowflake and Talking Rock.”Last week Jim handed me that very rock to hold as he read his poem, honoring Krista, in the past, and Mollyanne Meyn today. Sweet.
Toward a safer, more stable world
Other good neighbors in the news today include scientist and ocean protector Dr. Lance Morgan. As Lance’s sweetie, Angela Nardo-Morgan, wrote in an email to me last week, “Something truly monumental happened yesterday (that would be June 17) and Lance made it so. President Barack Obama signed into legislation the largest marine reserve in the world. And to think it all came about in our tiny town, Glen Ellen.”
The area that will now be a protected marine sanctuary includes an array of remote islands in the south-central Pacific, between Hawaii and American Samoa, and the ocean that surrounds them. Among them are Palmyra Atoll, Kingman Reef, and the islands of Wake, Johnston, Jarvis, Howland and Baker.
I followed all of Angela’s suggested links, including the Washington Post, New York Times, Huffington Post, Radio Australia and a whole lot more.
Lance certainly did make the news. In article after article, Lance Morgan is quoted representing his group, the Marine Conservation Institute, of which he is president and CEO.