Thursday, May 7, 2020

100 years

My grandfather would have turned 100 today! He lived to 97, and I think we all thought his orneriness would carry him across the line. But his body gave up on July 14, 2017.
This day, which has been staring back at me on my Google Calendar since the month turned, is causing me some feels.

So is writing and publishing these feels airing dirty laundry or truth telling? I think there's a fine line, and I've been debating with myself all day. I've decided that authentic living is important.

I called him Grandpa. My parents were young when I was born, and I entered the world with 10 grandparents and great grandparents! To keep them all straight, each had a unique name, and Dad's parents were simply Grandma and Grandpa.

Grandpa was a complicated person. I never doubted that he loved me as his grandchild, but he was definitely not a warm-and-fuzzy grandfather. Actually, I might describe his as a hard man.

Through various circumstances like hard work, frugality, a career in the airline industry, key investments, and inheritance, my grandparents were wealthy. And they did some wonderfully generous things, like setting up savings accounts for all the grandchildren to help fund our college educations, and paying for the entire family to go on a celebration cruise.

When I was a kid, they lived in Villa Park, Calif., about 5 miles from Disneyland. So when we went for a visit, Disneyland was usually involved. That's definitely where my love of Mickey Mouse started.
I remember Disneyland. I remember financial assistance. I remember gifts of Swatch watches, Cabbage Patch Kids, and Sony Walkmans we couldn't otherwise afford. But I don't really remember affection.

I remember harsh, condescending words when my family was late to morning gatherings. I remember being too scared to say anything when I split the front of my leg open hopping into the van because I knew Grandpa would say "I told you so."

I remember their beautiful Villa Park home but not much warmth inside. I remember my grandmother always looking (to me) sad and tired.

Part of my childhood and life experience was that my other grandparents always lived close. We saw them all the time. They were (are!) loving, affectionate people who made me feel loved and special my whole life. The contrast was stark - living so far away from my other grandparents, mixed with their perceived cold personalities. I never really knew them. I always felt different, distant, out of place, and even unwelcome around them and that side of the family.
I remember my dad talking lovingly about spending much of his childhood with his own grandparents (because Grandpa was away working for the airline). But I don't remember many kind words about his own father. He told stories of very harsh, dismissive, damaging behavior from his father - emotional pain, not physical.

Dad was deeply scarred by his upbringing, and I believe Dad spent the last years of his own life trying desperately to reconcile, gain his father's acceptance and love, and make up for a lifetime of perceived rejection. I don't think it's coincidence that he died just months after Grandpa.

I've truly never blamed my dad for the way his life ended. I know his illness took him from us. But part of me does blame Grandpa and the way he treated my father.

Grandma and Grandpa moved north to Newberg's Friendsview Retirement Community in the later years of their lives. It was strange - and nice - to have them physically close to us for the first time - getting to celebrate holidays and birthdays together and see them way more often than every before. 

I got to see a softer side of Grandpa in his last years. But does that make up for a lifetime of coldness? I wrestle with that question.
My dad loved being involved and helping to care for his parents as they aged. But it was a huge responsibility, and that weighed heavily. Again, I believe his trying to make up for a lifetime of hurts played a huge role in his mental health issues and final decline.

So it's with very mixed feelings that I say, Happy 100th Birthday, Grandpa! I wish you were here to celebrate with some cake, balloons, and family. But more than that, I wish I would have known you as an affectionate grandfather, and I wish Dad had known you as a supportive, affectionate father.

Friday, May 1, 2020

Nos. 23 - 35

Oregon's stay-home order means lots and lots of books! I've been listening to tons of audio books while working out and doing chores.

No. 23 - Policing the Black Man by Angela J. Davis:

This collection of essays was an important read - very educational.

No. 24 - Swift Vengeance by T. Jefferson Parker:

No. 25 - The Dime by Kathleen Kent:
A lesbian police detective! Representation matters!

No. 26 - Bossy Pants by Tina Fey:
So funny!

No. 27 - Something That May Shock and Discredit You by Daniel Mallory Ortberg:
Ortberg is a trans man and also the son of an evangelical pastor. This was a great read (listen)!

No. 28 - What is the Bible? by Rob Bell:
This was on my to-read list for a while. I loved it. It gave context for some common Bible stories - so educational. I highly recommend for Christ followers who are upset with the current state of "Christianity". I'll be reading more Bell! 

No. 29 - Beloved by Toni Morrison:

I had a hard time following this one while I was doing chores. But I appreciated the classic.

No. 30 - Twisted Prey by John Sandford:


No. 31 - Don't Read the Comments by Eric Smith:
A good POC young-adult fiction - video games and relationship drama :)

No. 32 - How to Be Here by Rob Bell:

No. 33 - The Only Black Girls in Town by Brandy Colbert:
Knowing I had a huge autobiography next in my cue, I chose this YA book for something lighter :)

No. 34 - Paper Money by Ken Follett:


No. 35 - Tough Love by Susan Rice:
This was a good autobiography of the UN Ambassador and National Security Advisor, among other things. She's a fascinating woman!

The story got into the weeds a bit with her retelling of specific events of her tenure, but for political junkies, it would be super fascinating. I most enjoyed her tales of working with Obama. I laughed out loud (because otherwise you cry) when she told of the Obama Administration's handling of the Ebola crisis. OMG. Also - these people do really, really important things... and comparing to the jackass currently in the White House is terrifying.

This was worth the 25 hours of listening :)