Forest's First Fall - Humpty Dumpty Had a Great Fall

Thursday, 3/20/2014

Forest’ First Fall

            Humpty Dumpty sat on a wall,

         Humpty Dumpty had a great fall;

         All the king's horses and all the king's men

         Couldn't put Humpty together again.

            6:25 a.m. Baby Forest fell off the rocker chair – unbuckled and bumped his head.

            The rhymes are from Celeste and Eric ‘s old Mother Goose book I brought along in January.  Grandma has always been reading to him after feeding to keep him calm and quiet.  

            It has been a perfectly controlled morning routines ever since I took the job as Forest’s “Super Nanny” in January.  I followed their instructions instead of using my own as “Super Nanny” per se.  He is a remarkable good sleeper through the night from 7:00 p.m.  everyday.   I joked to my daughter, “He is all programmed with a set of scientific codes.”  His peeping would start around 5:30 a.m.  I could hear him scratching the sheet and soft landing roll back to sleep.  Then, sweet babbling or humming sounds like those of a baby bird; cheep, cheep, buzz, buzz, mum, mum …. would go on and off pending on his mood.   This morning his peeping changed to high-pitched loud crying message, “Hey, you all, I want to get up!”

            So, it happened when Hans was readying himself in the shower for early meeting in Santa Barbara, and mom was making 4 bottles of milk of the day.  Instead of asking me for extra hand, she could have done.  She knew I was up 4:00 a.m. in the morning usually.  Instead, Celeste moved him from the crib to the kitchen settling him on the rocker chair unbuckled.  That was one of the grandma old-fashioned rules – never left the child unattended or unbuckled I had mentioned to them when I took the job.  Yes, she heard it, but actually doing it is another. 

            When I heard ‘Bam’ the hard-hit on the floor, I rushed to his nursery room. Not here! Then, I checked in the kitchen, Mom, feeling so distressed, already held him rocking in her arm.  The baby was crying hysterically, and huffing and puffing incessantly.  Poor thing, it must be terrifying to him for the first fall.  I remained silent and quickly put the blue ice wrapped with clothes trying to ice the little bump on his forehead.   With him squirming around, I had only little success.  By then, Hans already came out of the bathroom and assessed the condition.  Luckily, it was only a little red and swollen – no big deal!  I am sure both of them felt awful for what had happened.  It’s their first child as new parents.  Celeste was distraught especially.  Upset is an understatement.  I assured them that I would keep an eye on him all day and would try any tricks to ice his forehead.    

            Hans instructed me to double check his behavior before he left.  Celeste and I again quietly sat on the couch – no comments for anything.  When Forest started getting back to his normal hi-energy bouncy movement on his mom’s lap, I know he was going to be ok.

            To break the awkward silence, I started to recite the nursery to myself instead, or maybe to Forest particularly.

         Humpty Dumpty sat on a wall,

         Humpty Dumpty had a great fall;

         All the king's horses and all the king's men

         And Grandma will put you back together again.

            It’s that moment that I shared with my daughter my parenting experience again, which she has been quite open with me about hers.  That’s good.  But I started,  “My morning-madness routine like the one I could remember for your brother, Eric– picking him up from the crib with blanket wrapped around, rushing for his readiness to the baby sitter’s house.  Sometimes, he was fed and sometimes he was not, because I had to get you ready for morning day-care program as well.  With your daddy being out of town all the time, I wished for an extra helper.  But, I made it without, or maybe, I didn’t have the luxury to do so.  I ended it up being guilty for my life as the worst mom in the world.  Eric’s many accidents – from 8 months to 1 year old, two trips to The Shady Grove Hospital emergency room for a few stitches from bumping to Daddy’s desk and hitting the fireplace bricks from crawling.   The worst was his swallowing 1 dime and 1 nickel when you were counting your lunch money and he got his hands before I could stop him.  He was 1 ½ years old then.  So, do not feel bad.  There will have several bumps, cuts and scratches, as he gets older.  Your brother is the example.”  Then, she started crying, perhaps from postpartum blues still?  “I know I heard you when you told me, but, I just do not want to be lectured.”  I started to have watery eyes also.

            As the blue ice in the wrapped clothes started to melt, I felt like the strained relationship between mother and daughter begins to loosen as well.  It’s just a comforting closeness of tight-knit relationship.  I will never use my authoritative style of parenting to my grandchild, because he is not my child.  I do not think my daughter needs my affirmation of the love I used to feel for her anymore.  She said, “Mom, I am a grownup now!”

            We all believe in that we both are not merely competitive and quite independent in nature, we also differ as to how best to offer our parenting to raise the child.  Now, we are expected to put aside our differences and support a common goal – easy! 

            Ugh, It will never be a perfect world.  We will mend the bruises either for Forest or for us; it’s just a part of growing pains of our lives.

Let's Have a Beach Walk - Trick

Saturday, 3/15/2014 

           

A Clever Trick

            My son-in-law, Hans, treated me lunch at one of the best Mexican restaurants in Santa Barbara on Saturday.  He knows I would normally prefer solo trip to explore the area on the weekend, and I am not a fan of Mexican food.    He tried to trick me first. He said, “Let’s go out for a weekend walk at the beach.  It’s sunny today.”  He started the car toward Santa Barbara direction where VISTA bus took me in February.  Somewhere along the pretty neighborhood, he got the baby settled and said, ‘Come on, you have been travelling like the local now, you’ve got to try a little further, Eat like a Local.”  

La Playa Azul Café

            The Mexican restaurant “La Playa Azul Cafe” is located at 914 Santa Barbara Street.  It was tugged in the neighborhood with tree-lined streets.  The houses, all red-tiled roofs and white stucco walls, were beautifully built on the gently slopping hills.  There were even more luxurious villas perched on the mountain overlooking the blue and wide beaches.  The sidewalk stretched before us after we parked our car under the eucalyptus tree.  You wouldn’t have known it’s a restaurant if the colorful umbrellas were not open in the patio.  It’s just nicely blended with the surrounding exclusive residential areas.   The only thing I noticed was the steady pulse of traffic on Laguna Street not very far from here.  Hans said, ‘this is a quieter area comparing to bustling downtown Santa Barbara with assortment of diners, coffeehouses and nightclubs.”  I knew what he was talking about now.  VISTA solo trip in February does help.

   

            Inside the restaurant, it’s full of Mexican culture.  Pictures with bright and bold colors using the tones of reds, blues, greens and yellow were hung on the wall.  The rich red tile floors and the big vases of fresh lilies, orange, red and yellow and palm leaves are typical of Mexican decorations.  I saw Mexican sombreros – the national symbol displayed on the chalked menu atop at the counter.  Since it’s a family-run café, the customers lined up for ordering instead of being seated by the uniformed waiters.  I didn’t see any waitresses.  There were many specials of the day.   I chose Pescado in Salsa Verde because I recognized the word halibut, which is a flounder.  Both Celeste and Hans ordered chicken burritos.  For baby Forest, mom made the puree carrot, of course, organic, for his first eating out.

 

            To make out the details of the dish description was challenging.  It’s simply halibut in tomatillo salsa.  The fresh fish sautéed with olive oil, garlic, onion, cilantro, green olives and marinated capers.   Hans, who I considered a global trotter from Patagonia managing non-profit international conservation organization, made effort to teach me a few Spanish words.  For examples, playa – beach, Azul – blue, pescado – fish, salsa – spicy tomato sauce, verde – green.

Story Sharing

            We shared the interesting stories of how Forest was tightly swaddled during his first three months in Velcro sleep sack.  He is all liberated with different sleep sack now. 

  

            I was mostly relaxed enjoying their treat.  When I made the decision to retire and come to California as a unpaid Super Nanny in January, I traded my favorite Chinese restaurants specialized the home-made cuisines in Montgomery County, Maryland for a modified American Chinese home cooking catered to their tastes, which was significantly different.  Hans’ mother, my mother-in-law, teased me as the “private chef flew in from Maryland.” 

            I could not find any Chinese grocery stores in Ventura area.  I managed to find one, Island Pacific Seafood Market, 20 miles away.  But, it’s mainly for Philippine items.  I told them the frugal graduate student’s life back in Blacksburg, Virginia in 1973; “Daddy and I used to grow bean sprouts out of green beans in milk carton, make soymilk from dried soy beans and tofu from the soymilk adding the ‘Plaster of Paris’.” Celeste’s eyes grew wide from the complete surprise when I mentioned the name.  I said, “it’s not what you use for walls or your cast when you break your arm! It’s the white edible powder to harden the liquid, just like gelatin.” “It’s the ingredient I smuggled in by tucking away in my textbooks along with other necessities in the luggage to start my new journey in America.  My senior friends in college already warned us, ‘you can’t find tofu in America, be prepared.’”

 

Assimilation

            As we continued on, four of us were soaking up the bright sun while enjoying the pleasant taste of Mexican food in Santa Barbara.  I was relieved that my anxiety of being alienated and feelings of missing home suddenly disappeared.  I know I have grown out of all the difficulties in assimilating the new culture for the past 40 years.  Eating Mexican food in southern California where the Latinos are the majority is probably the easiest part besides the language, and walks the fine line in their boundaries.  I am learning its history and customs along with both their temperament and personality as I go.  It’s just like Forest’s adapting to a brand new environment.    However, assimilation takes time, and it’s really an ongoing process that can take the better part of my short stay here to achieve.  It’s simply doesn’t happen at all once.  

            We didn’t go to the crowded beach walk, because Forest was getting fussy from the hot temperature, it’s close to 90 degree.  These days, we all revolve around him as the center of gravity.  The folks in east coast will be expecting another round of snow on Sunday. 

            I am here in a beautiful setting, surrounded with family blessings, great atmosphere and trying out the local food in southern California.

P.S. – I did not bring camera.  These pictures are from the restaurant’s commercial advertisements.

Field Trip #5 – The City of Santa Paula’s California Oil Museum

Saturday, 3/8/2014

Field Trip #5 – The City of Santa Paula’s California Oil Museum   

Prologue

            Driving down Highway 101 on my weekly trip doing errands, from Thousand Oaks to Ventura, it’s a pretty scene with the seemingly endless fields of strawberries, onions, broccoli, and lettuce.  On the distant horizon, a few oil rigs with hammer nose up and down motion was barely visible when you drive 70+ miles speed on California Highway.  But, there are there, interspersed with the crops on the rich agricultural land surround by the rolling hills and rugged mountains.  It’s simply an odd incongruous note to the scenery.

            I decided to do what the locals do – learning the city history – Oil Dig in Santa Paula around 1888.  I packed up with my camera; writing pad and lunch, off I went to visit “The City of Santa Paula’s California Oil Museum.”

VISTA –Highway 126

            The comfortable bus run by Ventura Intercity Service Transit Authority or VISTA Highway 126 Eastbound, took me to Santa Paula City Hall bus stop, 12 miles in 30 minutes - $.85 Medicare Card fare.  The bus driver, a young lady, with Hispanic accent kindly told me, “just walk one block, you’ll see the old red brick building.   That’s the one.” when I asked her where I wanted to go.   

Santa Paula City Hall

            I crossed the park across the City Hall, where small groups of Hispanic seniors gathered together socializing.  I paused a little trying to take some pictures, but decided against it.  It’s a warm afternoon.  I felt a bit awkward walking past them to disturb their nice gathering.   

The California Oil Museum

            The oil Museum is located on 1001 E. Main Street, Santa Paula. 

The Ground Floor Exhibits

            The docent of the museum, Mr. Will Richard from local Santa Paula, about 70-year-old, who nicely greeted me.  He gave me a copy of floor map and explained to me that he would conduct the museum tour in one hour after my self-guided tour on the ground floor with all the permanent exhibits.  I saw the oil and gas industry equipments, heavy- duty iron and wood operating drilling rigs, product containers, and historic vintage gas pumps –Texaco, Richfield, Conoco, Shell and Red Crown - I only recognized a few logos.   I had no idea that Santa Paula had such Oil History.  So, I kept him within my sight lest browsing through the display rooms lead me lost.

            I jotted down the questions I would like to ask him later.  Since Santa Paula is a small town and the museum is an intimate size.  I was able to take time to study the history of the black gold found in 1888 in Santa Paula.  I joined about 10 visitors, all men and one young couple; all with their comfortable shorts for Sunny California weather to start with Mr. Richards’ guided tour upstairs.

 

            The Santa Paula Historical Society run by Mary Alice Orcutt is the descent of William W. Orcutt, one of the three pioneers who played a major role in Union Oil’s geology and exploration in Santa Paula.  The organization is responsible for training all the docents.

The Union Oil Company Office - Upstairs

            Mr. Richards guided us through a different entrance that lead to upstairs where the Union Oil Company office was housed.  Based on the dingy yellow photos preserved, he informed us that Santa Paula is the birthplace of the Union Oil Company on October 17, 1890 after the oil was discovered.  The building was originally the Santa Paula Hardware and Post Office on the ground level.  The upstairs where we stood was the Union Oil Company’s office.  The building was restored to its original appearance in 1990 for the Centennial Celebration.  It was designated as the history landmark of Ventura County.

         The pictures of black crude oil gushing out of the ground reminded me of the movie “Giant” that James Dean, Rock Hudson and Elizabeth Taylor were on.  That was quite a powerful image when James Dean found the black oil gushing out at Rocks Hudson’s Texas ranch.  Of course, the geographical location in California and Texas is different, but, America the bountiful with the abundance of land and natural resources, many early explorers of America found the black gold in their territories almost around the same time.  

Three Heroes of California Oil Digs

            These were the three heroes who lead the formation of the company.   

            1. Lyman Stewart (1840–1923) was born in northern Pennsylvania where the first successful oil wells –Titusville was drilled in 1859.  He had two disastrous attempts in the same areas.  He eventually was introduced to Wallace Hardison, a relative of his friends and the 2^nd hero of this museum.  With the pioneering spirit and business acumen between them, they purchased some land in this region.  The joint venture ‘Hardison and Stewart Oil Company’ took off and was moderately successful.  Both of them sold their interest to Standard Oil, which was founded by John D Rockefeller, the wealthiest man in the world.

            2. Wallace Hardison (1850-1909) was born in Main.  He followed his brother to Pennsylvania trying to find some work in the oil field, but eventually befriended with Lyman Stewart.  The successful story ended in Santa Paula, California.

            3. William W. Orcutt (1869-1942) was born in Minnesota, but grew up in Santa Paula where as a youth he sometimes worked at odd jobs at the Union Oil refinery before Stanford University to study engineering and geology.  He used the scientific knowledge to explore the petroleum technology.  From his desk, I saw his original notes and early works in Geology measurement for rocks and terrain.  He eventually became Union Oil’s chief geologist, land department manager, superintendent and vice president of Union Oil Company. The pictures showed his calculated math formula and Stanford track team certificate in 1895.

La Brea Tar Pit Discovery - William W. Orcutt

            Mr. Richards recommends that we should visit La Brea Tar Pits in Los Angeles.  William W. Orcutt, known as the “Dean of Petroleum Geologist,” discovered fossils embedded in the black asphalt deposit.  He was the one with the study in paleontology, which brought this Pits to the attention of the scientific community in US.   

Historical Records and Penmanship

            Look at the big books displayed.  It recorded different oil pits, fields, and number of barrels dug out per day.  Mr. Richards pointed out the beautiful penmanship on the journal and accounting ledger books.  It indicated the importance of note taking and communication before the advent of typewriters or computers.

            I saw the superintendent’s living quarter, which reminds me of the TV series “The Walton’s” – simple, plain and no luxury.  It’s next to the office where the superintendent worked day and night.  It’s the era of black gold rushes.  The spouse from the superintendent did complain the lonely life of a workaholic husband.   True or not, it’s just the offhand comment from the docent.

Afterword

            I walked out of the building feeling loaded.  Before the trip, I do not know in details how they get the oil out of the ground and how they make gasoline for cars.  Now, I do.  It’s not just fascinating to really seeing the original artifacts in person, but it’s also stimulating to imagine this part of land where the pre-historic mammals used to roam.

            It’s definitely well worth the visit with $3.00 senior rate.   I was also lucky to have a guide who is full of interesting knowledge.  I will make it to LA museum one day, maybe with my grandson. 

            P.s. this journal was delayed due to my allergy episode past week.  My back is not cooperating either.  Baby Forest, over 6-month old and a ball of energy, is wearing me out. 

1                              Santa Paula, The Citrus Capital of the World – on the way home from the museum.

Camarillo Library Visit - Accidental Discovery

Sunday, 3/2/2014

            I finished the last of five pre-requisite “Volunteer Tutor Training in CA” last Saturday, 2/22/2014.  All of 15 tutors were officially certified to tutor in any county in California.  We will be called when the tutors and learners, 18 or older are screened, tested and matched.  One of the assignments we were given is an alternative “The Laubach Way” to reach out the needed adults in Ventura County only.  Originally, I opted out the program due to the distance, which I need to drive to Camarillo Library, about 15 miles south of Ventura.  Then, Carol Chapman, the program Director, recommended me to pay a visit if I can.   It turned out to be a worthwhile visit for me.

           

            It’s been raining this week since Tuesday night, and all day on Thursday, Friday and Saturday.  It came as a welcome break in California relentless dry weather.   Folks in east coast blamed the rain in California bringing the “Winter Storm Titan” ice and snow in Maryland.  I thought the winter in east coast should start out with the quaint holidays – turkey, chocolates, Christmas candies etc.  But, it ended as a yearly reminder that the Greek god didn’t care if it’s March, and spring is only weeks away.  No matter what, it surely dampens my adventurous spirit.  My mind is getting moldy.   I can’t go sightseeing this week.  There is nothing better than going to the library on a rainy day. 

            I left for Camarillo Library around 10:30 a.m.  It’s a beautiful library with California Mission tiles roof.  There is a picturesque fountain courtyard in a setting surround the mountains now all fogged up because of the rain. - Quite unique!   I was supposed to research Laubach Literacy, one of my Tutor Training assignments from my last Saturday’s class.   

            Browsing down the aisles without asking the Librarian, I followed the library’s numerical systems in alphabetical orders.  It caught my eye unexpectedly, at K and L section in Adult Reading – Chinese/Korean Literatures. There was a book with Chinese 我看美國精神 - 孫康宜 and English title ”My Thoughts on the American Spirit – Kang-I Sun Chang.”   The wavy red-white-and-blue American stars and stripped flag showed on the book spine.  It was tucked tightly among many other English books of hers. 

           

            I took the book off the shelf, standing up and quickly skimmed the table content first.  There are various topics relating to Oriental and Western cultures analyzed with her own experience that I could personally relate to.  My back was hurting from caring for my grandson, and my bag packed with lunch and snack was getting too heavy for me.  Instead, I sat on the floor, my bag relieved from my shoulder, and there was aisle after aisle of organized shelves around me in a completely quiet library.  There weren’t anyone within my sight on this floor. I was totally immersed in reading this book, about 200 pages, from the beginning to the end in 1-½ hours.  I was amazed about my speed-reading in Chinese.

            The book had me thinking.  To call her the greatest professor and scholar in Eastern Asian language and Literature of our time is not an exaggeration, but as the book brief from her bio and her numerous publications show me, simply a statement of fact. 

            Thanks to her detailed and thorough account, I can better understand not just her talent in writing the historical and humanistic context, but also the comparative sentiment relating to traditional and modern Chinese spirit.  American spirit is subtly displayed through the variety of changing phenomena - from the cowboy culture in colonial era and the movie Brokeback Mountain in gay movement to the patriotism triggered from the awakening terror attack 911 event.   These are all too familiar to me as an immigrant living in US during the time.

            I have not acquired a broad knowledge of language, literature, philosophy, and history – pity that I did not study hard enough during my school years.   But her encompassing view in Chinese Literature, poetry and American culture makes me wanting to learn more about her.   Professor Kang-I Sun Chang has been teaching at Yale since 1982.  She was trained in a number of areas from Taiwan just like we were.  Rising from native Taiwan to a world-known Yale professor is quite a remarkable journey.  She was elected the most distinguished alumna from Kaohsiung Oil Refinery Primary School and one of the notable alumni from Tunghai University where she was majored in English Literature and minored in Chinese Literature.   

            Her ability to introduce the wealth of Chinese Literature to the world and her devoted interest in comparative studies of poetry, literature criticism and cultural theory with extensive spectrum is beyond my capacity.  I take pride in knowing one of our greatest scholars from Taiwan.

           

            Among numerous volumes of her publications on the book shelf, I jotted down “Journey Through the White Terror: A Daughter’s Memoir.”  I placed the order through amazon.com later of the day.  It reminded me of my personal story from my father in Hsinchu and college close friend, Bo-Chen in Tainan.  Our Class Album NCKU ‘71 FLLD 《外文內美 - 第一集》originally initiated from the unexpected incident trying to re-connect the lost classmate.  I do not know when I will be able to read it.  There are still a couple of books I am currently reading.  But, it definitely is in my reading list for sure.

            I was feeling hungry after reading.  Quickly, I went to the front desk to have the librarian show me the section where “The Laubach Way “ – trained volunteers provide free, one-on-one ESL (English-as-secondary language) tutoring to any Ventura County resident who is 18 and older was located.  I am in no hurry or pressure to start one of my “after retirement” tasks.  The VolunteerMatch organization will call me if any weekend learners are screened. 

           

            Certainly, it feels so good to be retired.  I can read good books now.

P.S. I have been sharing my “after retirement life in CA” with many coworkers and friends.  My ideal life is:

1.     Friends are Friends Forever – I am lucky!

2.     Good books to share, beautiful music to sing – smiles and tears, giggles and laughs, advices and supports – I am lucky!

            Miss you all and enjoy any good books to read.