Recalling Our Visit to the National Civil Rights Museum In Memphis While Observing Martin Luther King Jr.'s Birthday

“The quality, not longevity of one’s life is what is important.”

—Martin Luther King Jr.

I was only 13 when Dr. Martin Luther 'King Jr.' gave his historic “I have a dream” speech in 1963. The struggles of the civil rights movement during the 60s were hard to digest as a young boy. I remember being moved by his inspiring and passionate oratory skills and non-violent protests. During a riverboat cruise in the spring of 2018, with a final stop in Memphis, Cecile and I, and our friends, Nelson and Susan Bye spent an emotional morning visiting the National Civil Rights Museum. 2018 marked the 50th anniversary of Dr. King’s assassination on the balcony of the Lorraine Motel. It looks much like it did on April 4, 1968, when James Earl Ray fired the fatal round from the boarding-house window next to the Young and Morrow Building directly across from Mulberry Street. A funeral wreath of red and white carnations hangs on the railing outside room 306, making it a symbol of the civil rights movement and becoming the first Civil Rights Museum in 1991. In its’ day, the Lorraine Hotel hosted such entertainers as Cab Calloway, Aretha Franklin, Count Basie, Nat King Cole, and B.B. King. The vintage cars in the parking lot represent the vehicles parked at the Lorraine Motel when Dr. King was killed. While musicians were welcomed to perform. Though his birthday actually falls on January 15, it is officially observed on the third Monday in January which is January 17.

I chose the following poem which in my view best remembers, honors, and celebrates the life of one of the greatest Civil Rights leaders of

our time.

Standing Tall

—by Jamie Mckenzie

Some kings rule their kingdoms sitting down

Surrounded by luxury, soft cushions and fans

But this King stood strong, stood proudly, stood tall

When the driver told Rosa “Move to the back of the bus!”

When the waiter told students “We don’t serve your kind!”

When the Mayor told voters “Your vote don’t count!…” And,

When the sheriff told marchers “Get off the streets!”

Using fire hoses, police dogs, and cattle prods to move them along

The King stood strong, stood tall, speaking of peace, of love,

Children hand-in-hand, as he yelled free at last, free at last.

When some yelled for violence

For angry revenge

An eye for an eye

And a tooth for a tooth

He stood his ground

Preaching peace

And when some spit out hate

He stood there smiling

Spreading love…breaking down the walls

Ringing the bell joyfully for Freedom

While standing on the mountain top

They shot him coldly

Hoping to see him fall

Hoping to put him away

To bring him low.

But this King

Even in death

Even today

Stands strong, stands proudly

Stands tall

And we remember

[This is a modified excerpt taken from Mckenzie's original poem]

Our Granddaughter Emmy: The Incredible Lightness and Joy of Being Discovers the Beauty of a Camellia

"A child is a flower that grows in the garden of life. Some grow taller, some are different colors and some will change how the view the world. Each one is special. Each one is beautiful. Each one is unique. Each one is to be loved.”

—Dave Hedges

Most of these photos were taken yesterday with the exception of Emmy wearing her pink headband curiously examining the pink

camellia last November, that matched the flowery print pants she was wearing. We love the way our daughter Michelle dresses Emmy. When she or our son-in-law Kyle drop her off for the day, it is like receiving precious cargo, which of course she is. She loves being taken for a stroll around the lake at Rinconada Hills where we live. By the time I took over in the later afternoon watching and being with Emmy, her Nonnie Cecile got her 8500 steps in strolling her around the grounds and needed a much deserved break.

It is cooler now here in Northern California than it was in November, and we have Emmy covered up like the bundle of joy she is in her yellow knitted blanket. We sat by the pond with the waterfalls roaring in the backdrop. We talked with our neighbors. We stopped to pick a camellia, and when we got back to Nonnie and Papa's townhouse, Emmy and I sat in the atrium. I made an offering to the white Buddha statue, laying the camellia on its lap as I had done with her big sister Lyla in the past. She was pretty talkative at this point and I decided to take a video clip of her joyful chatter after which I played Ringo Starr singing: “We all live in a Yellow Submarine…" which she listened to and watched with that calming, joyful signature smile of hers.

Postscript: A Camellia flower symbolizes love, affection, and admiration. Due to its’ beautiful blossom and symmetrical accuracy, it's a symbol of perfection and excellence.

An Exotic Dinner with Good Friends at Mint Leaf Cuisine & a Little Eastern Philosophy

“True friends are like stars. You don’t alway see them but you know they are there."

Cecile and I had dinner at Mint Leaf Cuisine with my spirited friend and confidant, James Hunter who goes by his nickname Jimi, and his wonderful wife, Jennifer. It had been a long time since we all got together. Cecile and I are regulars at this unique Thai Pan-Asian fusion restaurant in historic downtown Saratoga. The food not only tastes consistently sumptious but the colorful ambiance and artistic food presentation is very appealing. The decor is reminiscent of an ornate Thai temple. It’s been reported that much of the atmosphere and food at Mint Leaf is Thai in origin as are the owners Mint Sirisawad and Laksana Chuangpia. But their extensive menu offers a fusion of ingredients from various parts of Asia and in particular Southeast Asia, including Myanmar (Burma), where I have spent many years on silent meditation retreats at a Burmese monastery in the outskirts of Mandalay before the recent brutal military coup.

Mint Leaf invites patrons to bring your own booze (BYOB) and does not charge a corkage fee. Cecile and I brought a bottle of Cabernet Sauvignon from Rutherford Ranch in

Napa Valley to share.

For starters we shared Fried Egg Rolls stuffed with cabbage, carrot, bean threaded noodles and Taro served with sweet and sour sauce in a shot glass. For our entrees, our vegetarian friends, Jennifer and Jimi had Thai Basil with Green Beans: chili garlic green beans, basil, red bell pepper, cubes of tofu with brown rice; and, Yellow Curry with carrots, potatoes and onion with brown rice respectively. Cecile had her favorite Seared Scallops in Green Curry with chunks of avocados, eggplant, red pepper, green peas and basil; and yours truly had Yellow Curry with carrots, potatoes, and onion with grilled salmon and coconut rice.

Cecile and I had gifted an exquisitely crafted hard cover photography and story book called "A River of Offerings" (Mandala Publishing) written by Jennifer Prugh, a founder of Breathe Together Yoga (formerly Breathe). Beginning in 2008 she made more than a dozen trips to India particularly along the Ganges River to deepen her understanding of yoga, meditation, and its people. Having traveled to India on three occasions over the years I shared her sense of adventure and self discovery. The book is part history, ancient mythology and spiritual odyssey. As early contributors of a Kickstarter campaign to assist Jennifer in getting her book published, Cecile and I received extra copies. We had always intended to gift a copy to Jimi and Jen who like ourselves had taken classes with Prugh at Bay Club Courtside and this seemed to be an auspicious time to do so. As I looked around the dining room decorated in crimson and gold leaf, and white banners hanging above the dining room like sail cloths, with an image of the Buddha* peacefully looking down at us, everything seemed to be in its proper place.

*The Buddha which means “Awakened One” was a spiritual teacher who lived in Northern India over 2500 years ago. He taught training of the mind, self-restraint, and meditative and mindfulness practices characterized by full attention to the present moment.

https://jenniferprugh.com/read/

A Fun Heart-Warming New Year’s Day Family Pajama Dinner Party & A Poem: The Gift of a New Year

“Sometimes a year has been so disastrous and so terrible that entering a new year will automatically mean entering a wonderful year.” —Mehmmet Murat Ildan

We celebrated New Year’s Day at Kim and Al’s spacious and beautifully decorated home. Since they weren’t able to host or be with us on Christmas Eve dinner this year, we held off on the Secret Santa gift giving until yesterday.

I have often described being guests of Kim and Al Chien during Christmas and New Year as entering a magical winter wonderland not only for the kids but adults as well. This is our granddaughter Lyla’s third holiday season and baby sister Emmy’s first. Without 'gilding the Lily,’ as the saying goes, I will let the photos tell the story about the ambience, the special decorations including a stunning Christmas tree, white gift stockings on the fire place, collection of colorful nutcrackers, the magnificent table setting, elaborate food preparations complete with a framed menu of the day, and an array of Christmas gifts under the tree. A lot of time and love goes into creating this enchanting experience. It is truly a labor of love and a gift from the heart.

During Thanksgiving we all agreed to randomly draw names out of a hat to become someone’s Secret Santa.

It is a Western Christmas tradition in which members of a group, community or family are randomly assigned a person to whom they give a gift. The indentity of the giver remains a secret and is not revealed until the gift is actually given. What we did, is a variation of a tradition that dates back to a famous origin story of an American philanthropist and business owner named Larry Dean Stewart, who gave anonymous gifts during the Christmas season. Everyone seemed pleased and grateful for their gifts, especially Lyla. For our son Jason’s partner Alex and myself, It was a very special time since our Teslas, a dream car gift to ourselves, had been delivered just in time for the holidays.

In a previous post I had mentioned that our granddaughter Lyla had led us in a chorus of Rudolf the Red Nose Reindeer while dancing. The fact that she did this during Thanksgiving Dinner didn’t matter. There was a continuation of the theme, when Kim and Al presented Lyla with a red flashing nose of Rudolf himself that Lyla shared with Al and Uncle Chip.

Postscript: Kim had invited me to deliver a prayer before our meal. I did it in the form of a Poem(s) by Joanna Fuchs, I adapted and modified with my own sentiments and offer it up here called:

The Gift of a New Year

Here’s to the year that’s almost passed its expiration date—2021.

We all had some surprises, didn’t we? Some good, some distressing, some mournful,

Let’s use everything we got from our experiences, everything we learned, to enrich the new year.

Here’s to the new year, 2022, a gift we haven’t fully opened yet.

May its’ bright, shiny package contain even more than we hope for.

Let’s resolve to get less stressed, upset, and anxious about things over which we have no control.

It will resolve itself just in the process of life itself, as it always does.

And even while we’re delighting in new treasures, let’s appreciate fully what we already have.

The blessing we take for granted; make a list, and check it twice.

And here’s to all you wonderful people who are putting up with my post;

I hope the new year you see yourselves the way I see you:

Bright, interesting, fun, and lovable, especially our blessed ones—Lyla and Emmy.

Let us toast 2022. May it be filled with good things, and engulf us with serenity, happiness, and

Transformative possibilities.

May it give a whole new meaning to the phrase, “The Good Life."

Treasured Friends who Hosted a French-Style New Year's Eve Dinner to be Remembered

“Eating, and hospitality in general, is a communion, and any meal worth attending…is improved by the multitudes of those with whom it is shared.”

—Jesse Browner

Our dear friends, neighbors, and traveling companions, Nelson and Susan Bye invited Cecile and I, and another wonderful couple, Dianna Martin-Orloff and husband Norm to be their guests at their home at Rinconada Hills for a special treat. At the Byes request, we had pre-ordered our preferred dinner selections and dessert from French restaurant, Le Papillon which in French means butterfly. They offered a New Year’s Eve special curbside pick up menu. While we waited for the food to be delivered we had appetizers and cocktails. Nelson’s son Jonathan was gracious enough to pick up and deliver the food for us to enjoy.

We collectively ordered Butternut Squash Soup with Pumpkin See Granola; Baby Lettuce Salad with Pears, Toasted Pecans, Grated Feta, and Chambord Vinaigrette; Chilled Beet and Puff Pastry Tart with Goat Cheese Sabyon and Pistachio Oil; Roasted Chilean Sea Bass with Chive Beurre Blanc, Pickled Shimeji Mushrooms, and Potato Mille-Feuille; Grilled Beef Tenderloin with Cognac Jus, Maitake Mushrooms, and Potato Gratin; Roasted Breast and Leg of Duck with Vincotto Jus, Pickled Cherries and Black Forbidden Rice. For dessert we ordered Poached Pear Tart with Puff Pastry, Vanilla Mascarpone, and Sauternes Syrup and Chocolate Marjolaine with Pistachio, Caramel Ganache and Praline Butterscotch. However, we were so filled from dinner and a bottle of chocolate that the Byes ordered from Li-Lac chocolates in Grenich Village, NY, shaped like a bottle of champagne, we decided to bring our desserts home at the end of the evening.

Since we live in California it was decided to have a New York style New Year's Eve dinner party from 6PM to 9PM PST and call it a night. But, since we were enjoying each others company so much, we decided to stay until midnight PST. We ended the year relaxing on the Byes large sofa, drinking champagne and after surfing TV specials "Dick Clark’s New Year’s Rockin’ Eve with Ryan Seacrest,” on ABC, “New Year’s Eve Nashville’s Big Bash,” on CBS, we settled on CNN's "New Year's Eve Live" with co-host Andy Cohen and Anderson Cooper. We watched Eric Adams being sworn in as New York City mayor replacing Mayor Bill de Blasio just after midnight. It is amazing how quickly six hours flew by. It is interesting how if show interest in the other person, share your passions and backgrounds, family history and willingness to go out on the ledge sharing something personal how you find out how much you have in common.

Our thanks to the Byes for their generous hospitality. The food and wine was awesome, the company was great, the conservation flowed well and Cecile and I left feeling how fortunate we were to have such good friends.

A Happy and Healthy New Year to our Friends and Family & an Inspiring Message for 2022

“Joy is the happiness that doesn’t depend on what happens.” —Br. David Steinda-Rast

We are all aware of the terrible things that have happened in the world this past year and the year before, and everyone is anxious for it to end. We often feel guilty when we experience moments of joy when our fellow human beings are suffering. But allowing ourselves to feel joy when it arises is a crucial part of our collective healing. One of the tools I have found useful and inspiring is reading poetry about the human condition. It allows me to feel the anguish while at the same time holding onto to the joy of being alive no matter what happens. Poetry is like medicine for the soul. It can inspire hope that when the reality of something horrific happens, it won’t last forever, and that change is on the horizon if we are willing to work for it or give it time. Even a glimmer of hope during a time of great turmoil is the solace we all seek. Kelly Fanucci, a nationally syndicated columnist, offers that glimmer of hope in her poem, “Faith at Home,” that went viral last year:

“When this is over, may we never take for granted

A handshake with a stranger, full shelves at the store

Conversations with neighbors, a crowded theater

Friday night out, the taste of communion

A routine checkup, the school rush each morning

Coffee with a friend, the stadium roaring

Each deep breath, a boring Tuesday, [and] Life itself

When this ends:

May we find that we have become

More like the people

We wanted to be

We were called to be

We hoped to be

And may we stay that way—better

For each other

Because of the worst.”

A new year means a new chapter. We hope that 2022 is an incredible part of your life story.

Peace, Love, and Light,

Dennis & Cecile Augustine

Lyla Explores Her Inner Artist Before Christmas Eve Dinner

“Every child is an artist. The problem is how to remain an artist once we grow up.”

—Pablo Picasso

Binge painting is a known phenomenon in the art world. Many artists will wait for inspiration to hit them and when it does they can draw and paint for hours. It can get pretty messy especially for a three-year old like Lyla. What began as mere finger painting using water-based watercolors turned into wearable art from head to toe as you can see in the photo of her sitting on my lap at dinner time. Painting is more than just a simple activity. It is a way to express emotions, ease frustrations, use their senses, explore

color, process, and outcomes. Kudos to Kyle, for bringing out the paints and paper that Lyla asked for to engage her inner artist.

Lyla is not limited to painting, she led us in singing Rudolf the Red Nose Reindeer while dancing (video clip). It didn’t matter that it was during Thanksgiving dinner at Kyle’s mom and Al’s home. Toddlers bend time and protocol according to their own needs. And in the process bring joy and laughter to us adults by just being themselves in the moment, when given the space to do so.

There is also edible art. Michelle, Kyle, his brother Chip and our son Jason created a fabulous meal: Meat and Vegetarian Lasagne, which as a first generation Italian/Sicilian,

is music to my heart, not to mention my stomach. Michelle made a Kale Pear Salad, Cecile made roasted Brussels sprouts and Jason made a Banoffee pie, layered with caramel, fresh bananas and fresh whipped cream dusted with chocolate in a graham cracker crust. Kyle made me two Moscow Mules in the signature copper cup which was probably one too many, but what the heck it was Christmas Eve.

We were happy to hear that our granddaughter Lyla loved the Toniebox we gifted her, a child-friendly audio system that allows kids to listen to music and stories using their own portable speaker. It has been all the rage. Little Emmy loved her doll and is already bottle feeding her while seated on Kyle's lap.

Merry Christmas to Family and Friends near and far.

Postscript: Video Clip of Lyla Leading us in Singing Rudolf the Rednose Reindeer while Dancing

Merry Christmas Holiday Season From Our Family to Yours From Maui & California

Christmas is the season for kindling the fire of hospitality.”

—Washington Irving

“Hawaii is paradise. It sounds cheesy to say it, but there’s music in the air there.”

—Bruno Mars

As most of you know, we spent half of the Christmas season in Maui, in the land of swaying palm trees and abundant tropical cheer. So as they say in Hawaiian, Mele Kalikimaka. While the much anticipated holiday season may have looked different than last year, the precautions we took to stay safe during the pandemic were worth the exercise for us to enjoy time in the sun and and engage in island-style holiday cheer with our kids, Kyle and granddaughters Lyla and Emmy.

Maui is a stunning island with beautiful beaches, balmy winds and a plethora of palm trees. But the best thing about the island is when you can go there and do absolutely nothing and still have an amazing time. It was a time to enjoy some much needed R and R, and to reconnect and enjoy being together without having to do anything touristy. As always Lyla and Emmy were the source of our entertainment and joy. We grilled, ordered in, and frequented a number of fabulous restaurants nearby and visit with friends. There was plenty of space for everyone. Hearing the waves lap up on the shore, listening to soft, relaxing island-style Christmas songs, while sipping on Mai Tais that Jason and Kyle prepared and kept a pitcher in stock in the refrigerator daily.

When Cecile and I started to come to Hawaii over forty years ago it felt a little strange to see Christmas celebrated on the islands. After all, I was used to a very different kind of Christmas growing up in New Jersey with the cold weather and snow. I really did experience a white Christmas. But, it didn’t take long to adjust to a Christmas season in paradise.

I included some photos of Christmas decorations that added to the holiday spirit.

A virtual holiday hug to all,

Dennis and Cecile and Family

Wishing my Wife's Sister Sherry Who Makes her Home in South Carolina a Special Happy Birthday

“Side by side or miles apart sisters will always be connected by the heart.”

—Author Unknown

Dear Sherry,

Cecile and I wish that your birthday celebration will be as special as you are. We both see you as a person who always deserves the best and nothing less. You have been a devoted mother, sister, friend, and dedicated teacher of special needs.

I am proud to call you my sister-in-law and it has always been a pleasure to have you visit us in California and to see you at family gatherings. I’m not sure if you are aware of this but the name Sherry is taken from the French word ‘cheri’ meaning dear one, which fits you perfectly. I have included a photo taken from a framed one of you (left) and Cecile (right) which she treasures and sits prominently on a shelf above our TV. Most of the other photos were taken at our nephew Zach’s Bar Mitzvah luncheon at Maggiano’s Little Italy at Old Orchard and dinner party at Northeastern University in June 2018, including of you, Cecile, and your beloved brothers Mark and Lawrence.

We wish you much peace, joy and happiness.

Dennis and Cecile

Pirate Ship at Kid-Friendly Discovery Cove Pool & a Family Dinner at Monkeypod Kitchen In Maui

"Ohana means family and family means no one gets left behind.”

—Disney’s Lilo & Stitch

The Pirate ship named Discovery became Lyla’s favorite place to go. It is child-friendly and a perfect place to interact with parents and grandparents as well. The play area even has cannons that shoots water as well as decorative yellow and green turtles that Emmy and Lyla

love to sit on and was a perfect area to take family photos.

For dinner we went to Monkeypod Kitchen, located at Whalers Village, a place were foodies, beer lovers, and families gather together after a long day at the pool or beach. It is funky and lively. There are surfboards hanging from the ceiling above the bar. Waiters zip by with trays of tempting foam-topped cocktails and slice of creamy desserts. We were seat4ed at a breezy outdoor patio with great views of the Pacific. The bar takes up the entire length of the room and offers 12 craft cocktails. We had their signature Mai Tai topped with fluffy honey-lilikoi foam. The food is consistently good and didn’t disappoint. The art is very Hawaiian.

The Restaurant was named after the Monkeypod tree that thrive all over the Hawaiian Islands. Also known as a rain tree, it is an ornamental tropical leguminous tree that has clusters of flowers with crimson stamens, sweet-pulp pods eaten by cattle, and the wood is used in carving. Samuel L. Clemons (aka Mark Twain) relatively unknown at the time planted a Monkeypod tree over 150 years ago while on a brief visit to Hawaii as a reporter for the Sacramento Weekly Union.

Lyla Feeding the Japanese Koi Fish & Flying a Balsa Wood Glider at the Maui Marriott Ocean Club

"The bright colors of the fish, the hypnotic swimming patterns, and their eager cheery disposition can charm adults and children alike."

Before taking her scheduled ceramic fish bank painting class with Michelle, I took Lyla on the blanket of green grass in front of the Marriott Ocean Club to fly a light weight Balsa wood Jet Fire Glider reminiscent of my youth. It was Lyla’s first time and she was really into it. Even when it broke after ten throws, she struck an optimistic tone. “We can still fly it Papa,” she said. So we repeatedly threw the parts of the broken segments into the air only to see them flutter to the ground as she giggled joyfully.

Afterwards I strolled her to the kids activity desk to pick up food in a paper cup to feed the Koi fish in the open air main lobby that has several ponds to choose from. This was Lyla’s second outing. Cecile and Michelle and I had taken her the other day. Koi is a Japanese word meaning “carp.” Carp were raised and are known for their bright color patterns in Japan in the 1920s. By the twentieth century, ornamental varieties were favorites all over the world. Koi were first exported to Hawaii in 1947. Because of their large size, beautiful colors, friendly personalities, longevity and high value, koi are one of the most likely fish pets. They are the universal symbol of peace. People all over the world are attracted by its’ peaceful and friendly characteristics. Watching them swim is very therapeutic, melodic, and relaxing.

Hang Loose: Otherwise known as The Shaka & The Spirit of Aloha

The “Shaka”—an unmistakeable pinky and thumb salute—as seen in these photos is a symbol of Aloha.

The greeting has become an embodiment of and “island style,” conveyance of friendship, compassion, and solidarity among the diverse ethnic cultures that make up Hawaii’s history, and has become well known around the world.

After coming to the island for over forty years, it is not uncommon to meet new friends and see old friends from the main land.

On this trip we got together with our vivacious spirited friend Jenny and her husband Mel for a drink. Jenny is a student of the late American spiritual teacher, and guru of modern yoga, Ram Dass (born Richard Alpert) and has attended his island retreat on Maui for over twelve years. I have been an admirer of Ram Dass, attended a talk by him in San Jose, CA when he first came to prominence and have read many of his bestselling classics including “Be Here Now.” Cecile and I met Jenny in yoga class at the Marriott Ocean Club resort many years ago. After living in Texas for many years she and Mel who is originally from Zimbabwe are moving to NYC across the Hudson from my home town, Hoboken, NJ. We wish them much happiness on their new journey and hope they will still be able to make it to Maui next year.

We also got together for a drink with our yoga friend, Sanae at the Lokelani Pool Bar. She used to be a member of Bay Club Courtside in Los Gatos, CA and moved to Maui in September. Knowing we were in Maui through one of my Facebook posts, in the spirit of Aloha she reached out to us, expressing an interest to see us, especially logistically we were so close from where she lives (photos, including one taken with the Shaka gesture).

The Shaka’s origin is mostly credited to Hamana Kalili of Laie, HI, who lost the middle fingers of his right hand while working at the Kahuku Sugar Mill. Kalili was then shifted to guarding the sugar train, and his all-clear wave of thumb and pinkie is said to have evolved into the shaka as children imitated the gesture.

This Shaka statue seen in the photo taken at Whalers Village on Ka’anapali Beach was created by local artists Amber Cara Hickman and Athena Medina, of Maui Art Life, from reclaimed polystyrene originally used on a movie set. As a team, they have collaborated on a multitude of mixed media installation art pieces and multi-sensory experiences and their mission is to create unique art that supports the local economy with a resourceful strategy, an artistic eye, and a commitment to reduce the overall carbon footprint where possible.

Aloha and Happy Birthday to My Sister Josephine in New Jersey

“A sibling is the lens through which you see your childhood.”

—Ann Hood

Happy Birthday Josie

As my sister we are part of the same family tree

You share a part of me

That no one else shall ever see and vice versa.

And while the time zone and miles divide us,

The bond we have still lives inside us.

Sharing memories, love of our Italian heritage and

Grateful to have shared such wonderful parents

Who gave us the gift of life.

Wishing you a fun filled day.

Love,

Den

Celebrating Our Granddaughter Lyla’s 3rd Birthday at Waicoco Restaurant in Maui

“The most precious jewels you’ll ever have around your neck are the arms of your grandchildren."

Lyla had a fun-filled third birthday on Thursday. She wasn’t the only one celebrating. The resident Cockatoo (see photo) at the Marriott Vacation Club was also born on December 9, though it turned 17 and was talking up a storm to anyone who passed by.

Lyla was so excited to open her presents. Later our daughter Michelle and son-in-law Kyle took her to Lahaina Animal Farm and Petting Zoo while we babysat Emmy. Later they took her swimming and hosted an intimate sunset dinner party. Lyla and her baby sister wore matching red print dresses. We strolled down the oceanfront promenade to Waicoco Restaurant for 6 PM dinner reservations at the Westin. Waicoco is the newest restaurant on the culinary scene of Ka’anapali Beach serving up fresh and creative dishes with a Hawaiian flair. The oceanside eatery boasts breathtaking views of the Pacific with expansive outdoor seating. As the sun began to fade behind the horizon, we saw Catamarands and other boats in the distance.

We began the evening with Mai Tais. Most of the entrees we enjoyed were a piece of culinary art. The ones that stood out were the Five Spice Braised Short Rib Curry with Okinawan sweet potatoes, piquillo peppers, cauliflower, long beans and crispy peanut that I ordered, and the one our son-in-law Kyle feasted on which Crispy Soy Clazed Pork Belly with kimchi fried rice, uncle louis’ sausage, scallions, with lime mayonnaise and two Kalua Pork Bao Buns. Cecile, Jason and Michelle had the Seared Local Fish (Waloo) with Kiavwe smoked grits, miso glazed baby corn, charred piquelllo pepper relish, and thai herbs.

For dessert we ordered a couple of chocolate chip cookies and ice cream dishes for the table. The waitress brought a slice of cake with a candle which after a few attempts Lyla blew out. Aside from the soothing sound of the surf, we benefited from piped in music coming from an outdoor wedding overlooking the ocean about a hundred feet from us including “Uptown Funk" by Bruno Mars. I decided to bring Emmy who is nine months old closer in to witness the event and she was absolutely mesmerized as I rocked her back and forth in my arms. As we walked back to the Marriott, the bright stars felt close enough to touch. Of course Lyla and Emmy are the little shining stars in our family.

Michelle's Birthday Dinner Party at Japengo at the Hyatt Regency in Maui

“We are so grateful for the great memories and moments we’ve shared like this this one in Maui, and we

look forward to so many more.” —Mom and Dad

Since Michelle’s birthday is December 3, and we left for our annual family vacation the next day, we didn’t have a chance to celebrate, so we made plans to celebrate in Maui.For anyone going to this wonderful island these days, you have to book your restaurant reservations well in advance of your vacation plans. We decided on Japengo, Hyatt Regency Maui Resort & Spa’s award winning restaurant just next door to the Marriott Vacation Ocean Club where we are staying. Some say it is regarded as one of the best on the island. Kyle, Michelle and Jason can attest to the quality of their food as they had eaten there before. The chefs at Japengo offers up Asian-inspired cuisine with local flavor and a scenic coastal ambiance, and ocean views. We were seated at an outdoor door patio overlooking the resort’s waterfalls, pool and Ka’anapali Beach. The truth is whenever we get together to celebrate family events like this we are contented anywhere we go. But, this was something special.

We began our gastronomic adventure with Mai Tai's and starter dishes such as Kung Pao Duck meatballs, Tomato and Creamy Corn Risotto, Crispy Pork Belly Bao Buns, Korean Seafood Pancake. Cecile enjoyed Mango and Prawns Salad as her entree, I had Stir Fried Local Vegetables and Tofu that was fabulous and Jason, Michelle and Kyle had an assortment of Sushi Rolls, while our granddaughters Lyla and Emmy shared a children's size fresh mahi-mahi, veggies and rice. The had an absolutely great time at the dinner table and brought us all much joy. As a substitute to a traditional birthday cake, we feasted on Kaanapali Ice Cream Pie, a brownie crust layered with fresh bananas, ice cream topped with caramel and chocolate sauce.

Postscript: Mikaela (mah-KAY-le) is the Hawaiian version of the Hebrew name Michelle & Japengo means widely open for new experiences.

Aloha: Welcome to Maui

To travel is worth any cost or sacrifice.”

—Elizabeth Gilbert

For our family these four words in the title of this post represent the most magical words in the English language. Cecile & I began vacationing here since the late 70s. The only thing that has changed is that this is the first time we have flown on Hawaiian Airlines from San Jose rather than schlepping to San Francisco. Also our family caravan has gotten larger, and we had to rent an extra large SUV to accomodate all of us plus all the accessories. During check-in, we took up a lot of floor space. Little Emmy was sitting in a cross legged seated yoga position seemingly meditating like a little Buddha:-)

Seven of us arrived on the island yesterday afternoon including our daughter Michelle, husband Kyle, our grandkids Lyla & Emmy & our son Jason. It is Emmy’s first time and it looks like she will follow the footsteps of her big sister as a good little traveler. We are staying at the Maui Marriott Ocean Vacation Club on Kaanapali Beach for our two week stay & can’t wait for Maui the Aloha spirit to work its’ magic on us as it had always done during good times and bad. We only missed going to Maui one year including during the pandemic.

Happy Birthday to our Precious Beautiful Daughter Michelle

“A daughter may outgrows your lap, but she will never outgrow your heart.”

—Author Unknown

Dearest Michelle,

If your mother and I could only give you one thing in this life,

We would give you the ability to see Yourself as we see you

Every single day, whether we are with You or not.

Your beauty, your kindness,

Your compassion and heart full of Love doesn’t go unnoticed.

How happy and proud we are of you As a daughter, mother, sister, wife And devoted friend.

Perhaps then you would be able to

Understand just how special

You really are to us,

And all those who know you.

Have a great day!

Whoops! I’m a day early, more time to celebrate

Love Mom and Dad

P.S. Some photos from great times that have come and gone, mostly from our travels abroad and other wonderful memories.

My Son Jason and I went bike riding on the Los Gatos Creek Trails on a Sunny Autumn Day

“Four wheels ride the body. Two wheels move the soul.” —Author Unknown

The beauty of cycling is that as long as you’re ready, you can cycle anytime of day. This is what I do, cycle odd hours and just have fun and have “me" time. I have even helped other’s catch the cycling bug as others helped me. I also ride regularly with a friend and neighbor. But, seldom do I have a chance to ride with Jason which was a special treat for him and for me. He works from home and works out on his Peloton which he enjoys. I play outdoors (I’m retired) mostly riding and swimming. So during this time we met in the middle and I invited him for a short afternoon ride. Of course my idea of a short ride is over ten miles. So he was surprised afterwards when I told him we rode 14 miles. He thought it was four which proves the perennial wisdom: “Time flies when you’re having fun.”

We hit the Los Gatos Creek Trail to Campbell Park and reversed course and rode the Trail back towards Los Gatos, stopping to enjoy the various bridges, waterfalls, Vasona Lake reservoir and spillway, the Vasona Park Bridge, and through the large empty parking of the national headquarters of Netflix that backs up to the trail and the train tracks in the front before crossing Winchester Avenue and Pollard on our way home. I motioned with my hand to Jason with my right hand that we would circle Jack Fisher Park. As we did I heard a “Baa” sound. At first I thought I was hearing things. There are no farms in this neighborhood. Sure enough it was a small black sheep with protruding horns being walked on a rope leash by a young girl. I stopped and asked if I could take a picture and she obliged and told me her pet sheep was seven months old.

Chinese Take—Out Dinner with Friends from Hong Gourmet Cuisine & a Fiery Sunset Delight

“A sunset is the sun’s fiery kiss to the night.” —Crystal Woods

Cecile and I picked up our and our good friends Nelson and Susan Bye's take-out order from Hong’s Gourmet Cuisine in downtown Saratoga. On the way back, we saw this magnificent fiery sunset over the 13.9 acre Central Park Orchard, a Saratoga Heritage Landmark that ensures that the land would remain undeveloped. Years ago I used to dowatercolor paintings with the Saratoga Community of Painters. Before Silicon Valley became the global center of technology, the valley was known for acres of orchards that covered its landscape. I had to stop to take it all in and took the attached photo. I had also decided to take a selfie with the sunset in the backdrop but then decided why spoil something that was already beautiful on its' own:-) When we got to Nelson and Susan Byes' home I had asked Nelson if he had noticed the sunset since the back of their townhome has an unobstructed view of the foothills of the Santa Cruz Mountains. Sure enough, Nelson had taken a photo as well.

Nelson and I had a bottle of Pliny the Elder that gets its’ “World-Class” street cred for popularizing the double IPA from the Russian River brewery. I don’t normally like the bitter taste of IPAs but this one is balanced with fruity hop aromas and flavors and was a nice counter-balance to the sweet Chinese sauces of the sesame chicken, Chicken Chow Mein and the Filet Mignon in Black Pepper Sauce Cecile and I ordered.

An avid collector of wine, Nelson also offered us a glass of a red proprietary blend of wine from “The Prisoner” Label in Napa Valley. Apparently, Lady Gaga’s Las Vegas residency backstage is stocked with Prisoner wines. The controversial name was inspired by the classic sketch Le Petit Prisoner by nineteenth-century Spanish artist Francisco Goya.

A Memorable Thanksgiving Family Gathering & the Plight of Native Americans

“If the only prayer you ever said in your entire life is thank you, that is enough.”

—Meister Eckhart, theologian, philosopher & mystic

In the spirit of the Eckhart quote above, Cecile and I want to thank our dear friends Kim and Al Chien, for their

generous hospitality and for creating a sacred space—a place of refuge if you will—for all of us to celebrate Thanksgiving together.

We had the traditional meal of Turkey and Ham along with a variety of vegetarian delights and delicious desserts. Given the nagging pandemic it was a long time coming. Except for our granddaughters Lyla who will be three soon, and her baby sister Emmy who is nine months old everyone has been double vaccinated and most have had their booster shots including our son Jason, his partner Alex, our daughter Michelle and husband Kyle, his brother Chip and Kim and Al. It was so liberating not to have to wear a mask. As usual Lyla and Emmy were the entertainment for the evening. Lyla got a little ahead of herself and wanted all of us to sing Christmas songs. So we happily obliged and sang Rudolf the Rednose Raindeer together and she asked for an encore:-)

On a more serious note, not everyone celebrates Thanksgiving. According to NPR, Members of Native American tribes from around New England gathered in the seaside town overlooking Plymouth Rock, where Pilgrims settled, to mourn Indigenous people worldwide who’ve suffered disease and oppression that European settlers brought to North America. Brian Moskwetah, chairman of the Mashpee Wampanoag Tribal Council believes that his tribe known as the "People of the Light” whose ancestors go back 10,000 years owe his tribe a debt of gratitude for helping Pilgrims survive their first brutal winter. He believes it’s important for everyone to be thankful for his ancestors who played an intricate role in the birth of our nation. The peaceful protest also highlights the profit-driven destruction of the Earth and fighting the commonwealth and federal government to hold on to whatever little land they have left.

In an empathetic and balanced view, there was an article that appeared in the Daily Californian about a Latina woman who said when she was a kid, she enjoyed Thanksgiving. It was a time to spend time with family, eat great food and 'appreciate the presence of loved ones.’ Most everyone can relate to her experience. But, as she became older and understood a lot more of her family history and the history of the holiday, it took on a new meaning. How can she and her family celebrate a holiday with such a controversial background. She posed the same question to her dad, and his response struck a chord. Yes, it is true there is a ‘horendous history’ of colonization beyond anything we could comprehend, and its important to acknowledge this, but we don’t gather on Thanksgiving to celebrate the country or how it began. We gather on Thanksgiving to celebrate each other and transform tools of oppression into tools of celebration.

https://apple.news/A7dykfKunQjCTaVwU-3oIhg

https://www.dailycal.org/.../how-my-family-celebrates.../