Inquisitive Quest

.  It was a warm March afternoon at Country Villa,   Gary breaking down the larger cardboard boxes deposited in the 10 yard compactor.  The sun giving notice, a brief handkerchief swipe of the forehead and face remedying the accumulated moisture, only the white kerchief came back baring the red stains of blood from his nose.  Going inside the maintenance shop,  the blood flow continued. With the bloody handkerchief in hand,  he decided to see who was at the nurses station, discovering that Carolyn Hauser, the director of nursing and another nurse was in her office.

.  Entering, Carolyn immediately recognized his predicament,  telling a passing CNA to go to the kitchen and get some ice in a plastic bag as she reached for a blood pressure cuff.   Gary noticing Carolyn expression changed, as she murmured, that can’t be right,  retaking the blood pressure a second time.  Gary curious, asking what the reading was,  Carolyn not immediately answering, reaching for her purse, saying we need to go to the hospital,  she would drive,  then adding,  your blood pressure is 2 10 over 100 21.

.  Doctors Medical Center being only four blocks from Country Villa. In ER his nose bleed remained,  a nurse taking his blood pressure, which had begun to come down.  Gary telling Carolyn,  he could take it from here, but would appreciate it if she would call Fran, and tell her he would be late getting home.  After what seemed like an eternity,  a physician entered the treatment room, the doctor swabbing the inside of his nose with silver nitrate,  stopping the flow.   He was about to leave when to his surprise Fran entered the treatment room,  having taken a cab to the hospital, it was a comfort,  the two walking back to Country Villa to retrieve the car.

.  The 6:30 a.m. Monday morning ritual was normal, Gary was about to step out of the shower discovering his nose bleed from the previous Friday had returned. Placing a call to Country Villa to give noticed he wouldn’t be in, and by chance the previous administrator, now a Country Villa Corporate vice president, Brad Kikuta happened to answer the phone,  Gary explaining the situation. The blood was exiting his nose,  but this time with a vengeance,  telling Brad he didn’t want to call an ambulance, what he needed was a ride to the hospital,  Brad answering,  he was on his way.  Gary finally waking Fran, making her aware of the situation.

.  Entering Doctors Medical Center E R,   Gary signing in, told to be seated, the blood continuing its flow, it seemed like it was taking forever.  he approached the reception counter area once more,  only this time removing the towel,  letting the blood drip all over the counter, getting the attention of the person behind the glass, it worked,  he was immediately taken to a treatment room.  For the second time in three days his nose bleed was stopped, the noon hour having arrived, deciding to walk the four blocks to Country Villa to see about a ride home,  but no sooner had he exited the building,  his nose bleed resumed.  Returning inside, the process of waiting for his name to be called returned, another doctor repeating the same process as the first, halting the bleeding, Gary being told to remain in the treatment room.

.  Time passed  and as before the bleeding once again resumed, only this time requiring suction to prevent the blood from entering the throat.  A third doctor performing a brief examination,  informing him that he was going to be transferred by ambulance to the Kaiser Hospital in Fremont, a distance of 75 miles, as Kaiser Permanente was his HM O.  Placed on a gurney and  moved to the ambulance entrance, surprised to find Fran standing there,  having just arrived by cab after being notified of his impending transfer, looking very concerned.

I.  t became evident,  the A M R ambulance crew hadn’t made very many trips to Fremont as Gary heard one of the EMT’s tell the other, he was at the wrong hospital.   Apparently the driver pulled into Fremont’s 2 hundred 69 bed Washington Hospital instead of Kaiser, but was relieved the hour and twenty minute ride was over.  Placed In a treatment room, introduced to a young lady doctor.   .  He questioned the doctor about the procedure relating that the previous two doctors had used silver nitrate. She said she would be using something different this time, it was medicinal cocaine, that it had vasoconstriction properties, in essence, the cocaine puts a chemical tourniquet on the blood supply to the septum.  With the  procedure completed, the bleeding stopped, Gary relegated to a wheelchair, the hospital unseemly quiet at that time of the night, and just when he thought all was well, his nose once again gave another notice,  as the blood flow once again commenced.  He was beginning to have a concern that he might have to have surgery, the lady doctor returning,  informing him  there was another non surgical procedure,  and an E N T from the Bay Area was on his way to administer it.

.  Again relegated to waiting,  only this time in a semi-darken secluded area seated in a wheelchair,  a night shift nurse finally breaking the solitude,  wheeling him into a treatment room. The door opened, stepping into the room was a short elderly Chinese man wearing a traditional white lab coat,  introducing himself, speaking gingerly about the procedure that would halt the bleeding.  On the treatment table were two 24 inch long packing strips,  saying this might be somewhat painful,  as he proceeded to insert a 24 inch strip into each side of his nostril,  forcing them up into his sinus cavities.  The procedure completed, Gary’s reaction from having tensed up from the pressure and insertion of the packing leaving him somewhat exhausted,  plus the biting reality of the past 20 hours.  The doctor informing him that he would have to live with the packing in place for the next ten days,  but at that moment it was of little concern,  returning home was foremost on  his mind.

.  He was relieved after being told that the hospital had notified his wife, and that she was making arrangements.  Concluding that admittance was totally out of the question,  asking if there was some place he could possible lay down while waiting,  and to his surprise,  his request was answered, a nurse moving him into what appeared to be a darken unoccupied ward room, the bed a welcoming sight. The doctor was right when telling him of the extreme discomfort that would come with the sinus  packing, sleep finally settled in.  He was aroused by nurse with a food tray informing him it was noon, surprised at the hour as well as the food tray,  as he wasn’t an admittance.   Gary surmising was correct, Fran had called his mother,  who in turn contacted his sister Katherine in Groveland, the two finally arriving that afternoon

.  March 26th having arrived, the ten day stay at home with the packing had elapsed, Gary having an afternoon appointment with Kaiser Doctor vijay  Bais  M D,   E N T.   Still somewhat puzzled at the parade of events, a simple epistaxis, better known as a nose bleed,  requiring  5 doctors and two hospitals to halt the flow from a cartilaginous nasal septum.  On his way to the doctors, deciding he would stop at work as a quip,  so they could see his swollen facial disfiguration from the packing, evidence of what he endured for the past ten days.  The expression on the business office manager Joanie Peels face was priceless..

..  Once again returning to work,  a renewed effort being made to retire,  an interview for a replacement was at hand , this time, one with applicable experience.   Scott Hensley having worked at Manteca Nursing Care Center and  also possessed a state contractor license.  Gary took an immediate liking to his replacement, but when questioned about the plant systems and appliances,  he enumerated the Manteca facility had contracted all the equipment servicing out.  Six weeks having passed, Gary satisfied with Scott’s progress, it was time for the 68 yearold to approached Rashmi that his last day would be Friday, May 29, 2009.   His final day was much like most,  keeping busy,  approaching 4:30,  he entered the business office to cede a farewell to Joanie Peel the business office manager.

.  After nine years, Joanie was almost like family, Gary having employed her son Michael and daughter Karen in the past.  Saying goodbye,  he was about to leave, Joanie stopping him,  imparting that he shouldn’t leave just yet,  grabbing him by the arm,  leading him to the closed door of the conference room.  Seated inside was Rashmi and all the department supervisors  and many others, a large cake and refreshments adorning the long conference room table.   Gary was taken aback,  caught without words, the reception unexpected, but the real unexpected gift,  was not just their presence,  but their acknowledgement he would be missed.

The first stop – Rob and Nancy Ft. Worth Home

.  Gary receiving an unexpected call from Columbia,  his 89-year-old mother proposing a trip east to see her great-grandchildren in Oklahoma and Kansas,  Sarah,  Allison, Hollyann and Brennan.   Gary acceding to his mother’s desire, asking Fran to accompany them, but his wife declining saying she would stay home and accommodate the other two members of the family, Sammi and Little Bit.  Gary’s sister Nancy making a very rare trip to conveying their mother to Modesto to spend the night  for the early morning flight.

. The two boarding a Modesto United Airlines SkyWest,  Pratt & Whitney powered twin turbo propped Embraer 120 in the twilight of the morning, this being a third time for Gary traveling on the 30 seat turboprop non-luxurious aircraft.  The morning flight as in the past,  a tour over the wind turbines Altamont Pass,  San Francisco Bay coming into view,  a descent and an alignment with the San Mateo Bridge,  the circumnavigating craft banking right for its approach to SFO, the San Francisco International Airport and a its final quay.

.  Embarking from the Embraer to the  SFO upper terminal  awaiting a 7.56 a.m. departure time for the 1460 mile nonstop journey to DFW, Dallas/ Ft. Worth International Airport.    Commencing a American Airlines 757, their seating arrangement providing Gary with a window seat  enabling an animate visual view from aloft.  The aircraft raising to its cruising altitude of 37,000 ft. on a southwesterly course,  a flight time of 3 ½ hours,  their arrival at DFW expected at 1:45 p.m. central standard time.   Thirty minutes into the flight,  the cabin lights dimmed and a host of  TV screens descending, the in-flight movie to begin.  Gary vigilant,  noticing that everyone seated before him pulling down their window shades.   The interior of the aircraft now shadowed,  Gary, to the duress of many of the other passengers,  the only person to allow the acquiesce glowing signature of nature  to abide,  leaving his window unadorned with a shade,  the blue sky and bright sun giving presence to the majestic lapsing earth below.

.  The Boeing 757 airliner discerning its station at DFW,  the two disembarking  descending to the unsecured lower level,  Gary’s son Rob and his crew cab pickup awaiting for the trip to the recently purchased home on Shady Glen Court in Fort Worth.   Gary very much impressed with Rob’s and Nancy’s home,  although not completely furnished,  the beginning of a showcase, Dad having always recognizing that his son was a perfectionist.  The father  recalling Rob’s youthful days in high school,  when given his grandfather Chevrolet Blazer to drive school,  keeping his namesakes pride  immaculate.

.  Arriving, dad and grandmother introduced to the soon to be family member Nancy, the lady sporting a radiate smile and cascading personality.  The couple having a third member of the family.  a five month old Boxer pup named Lila, another charisma in the family.   That evening another introductory, an introduction to Nancy’s  mother Sanjuana and two younger sisters Daisy and Lucy, the families having dinner at a charcuterie food establishment.   Gary  having been delinquent in having any meaningful time with his son in the past ten years,  partly because of Rob’s military career,  but acknowledging Rob’s forethought for this an analogous introduction to Nancy’s family.

.  The morning finding a decision to journey to Dallas to experience Dealey Plaza, the Texas school book depository and the grassy knoll where circumstances lead to President John F Kennedy  final  destiny.  Gary having prospected this realm 25 years earlier, but a first for Rob,  Nancy and his Mother.  Approaching the upper cemented pillars of the grassy knolls concave, the two couple joined some others mesmerized by a local elderly historian relating what transpired on that monumental day.  The person professing to be an eyewitness to the unfolding events of November 22nd,  able to name those who attested as witnessing the event.  The historian affirming that Lee Harvey Oswald didn’t act alone,  concluding the assassination was a conspiracy and that Oswald was duped,  being the fall guy.

.  The elderly narrator was very convincing in his dialogue,  Gary observing people acknowledging their wallet including his mother contributing a token of gratitude for his mesmerizing discourse.   Gary suspect that this animate elderly person having found a livelihood,  arraying himself on the grassy knoll each day, articulating and describing very convincingly the scene of this historical event,  his narration a profiteering enterprise.   A walk to the Texas School Book Depository Building,  the sixth floor from which Lee Harvey Oswald, according to the Warren Commission’s Report fired the fatal shots,  the entrance and sixth floor now a museum, the cost of observation being $13.00 per person,  although interested, the group deciding against participation.   A sandwich lunch at a local bistro fulfilled,  the four returning to Rob and Nancy home  preparing to leave on  the 3 hour, 200 mile excursion to Gary’s eldest daughter Marlo’s family in Edmond a suburb of Oklahoma City.

.  Rob,  son putting the pedal to the metal,  the crew cab Ford pickup radar detector on guard duty,  the normally a 3 hour journey captured in far less time.  Rob and Nancy  staying  briefly at Marlo’s, desiring to return to Texas, Gary bidding a sadden heartfelt sadden  goodbye, their departure leaving  a hallow emptiness within.

Chris & Marlo

.  Rob putting the pedal to the metal, the crew cab ford pickup radar detector on guard duty.  Gary, Grandma Willson along with Nancy, Rob’s significant other, traveling to Edmond Oklahoma.  Rob and Nancy providing the means for the elder Willson’s to pay a visit to Gary’s daughter Marlo Denton and son Scott.   Arriving ,   Rob and Nancy making an U-turn,   returning to Texas, Gary bidding a heartfelt sadden goodbye.

.  Chris and Marlo’s Edmond residence was impressive, the swimming pool,  its acreage,  the creek flowing below the house, a spacious kitchen and living room, all a workmen’s marvels,  but most impressive was his two Granddaughters,  Allison and Hollyann, both gleaming pyramids to the family.  Settling in for a brief stay, Ally having a weekend rehearsal for an upcoming school event,  Marlo providing dad and grandma a tour of the exclusive private Cassidy School.  The school with its uniformed students,  80 acre lake, spacious grounds resembling a small college campus, the school recognized as one of the foremost educational facilities in the nation.

.  Sunday morning Gary and Grandmother Betty accompanying the family,  with the exception of Chris  who was on duty at the fire station,  to the Edmond Baptist Church.  Gary most impressed with the visiting minister,  the President of Oklahoma Baptist University at Shawnee.   Having heard many latitudes and sermons in his lifetime, this being one of the best.   Accompany the visiting speaker was a quartet of musicians from the University playing and vocalizing an outstanding performance,  giving amplitude to character of this University.   The Sunday afternoon at the Denton’s, found a reunion,  his son Scott,  Lana Norwicki and Gary’s Granddaughter Sarah,  along with Tad Norwicki and his fiancé Kelly whom Gary thought bore a striking resemblance to Jennifer Aniston,  Gary’s mother finally having the opportunity to meet more of the Oklahoma faction of the Willson’s and their lineage.   The following day,  Gary had the opportunity to telephone his Oklahoma City friend of over forty years,  Jerry Willis.   Jerry driving to Edmond,  the afternoon spent with this remarkable guitarist and twice the best man at Gary’s weddings,  the two reminiscing their days as musicians in the 60’s.

.  The late afternoon the four on an excursion,  Chris providing a tour of his work place fire station and   one of a kind national acknowledged  Children’s Safety Village,  complete with a city park,  buildings, streets with traffic lights, the attraction a show place to educate the youth about safety.   Chris broaching the Children’s Village had educational school district’s from throughout the State of Oklahoma, busing their students to this applauded safety inducement.   Before leaving, Chris acknowledging the name Garrett Way,  posted on one of village’s street signs,  a tribute to Gary’s only grandson who joined his Heavenly Grandfather at the age of 12 on April 7,  2001.

.  The night ensuing,  the family enjoying a fiesta meal at a Mexican Restaurant,  Gary discovering why it was chosen,  a group of firefighter’s from another station were seated at an adjoining  table,  this establishment a favorite of these communities guardians.  Another sortie the following evening, the group briefly acquainting the familiar Oklahoma City Brick Town for a short duration,  Chris pointing out its new boardwalk, and the waterway canal that flowed towards the recently name changed North Canadian River, Gary questioning why the state would change this historic rivers name to a new bland non-historical name,  The Oklahoma River.  Before leaving, an introduction to a specialty,  a self-help ice cream parlor, presenting their product not sold by the scoop, but sold by weight, one able to sample a variety of flavors, a scale at the checkout stand providing the cost.

.  The morning found it was time to journey on to Wichita and his daughter Sandra’s.   Gary’s eldest son Scott offering to navigate the elder Willson north on Interstate 35,  the 160 mile trip, a  2 ½ hour venture.   Gary reluctantly having to relate a farewell to his daughter and his grandchildren,  especially Hollyann, her vigor a paramount architecture bringing new meaning to the Denton family.  His departure bringing forth an overwhelming sensitivity of  loss, a realization,  part of his life is missing.

..The morning found it was time to journey on to Wichita and his daughter Sandra’s.   Gary’s eldest son Scott offering to navigate the elder Willson north on Interstate 35,  the 160 mile trip, a  2 ½ hour venture.   Gary reluctantly having to relate a farewell to his daughter and his grandchildren,  especially Hollyann, her vigor a paramount architecture bringing new meaning to the Denton family.  His departure bringing forth an overwhelming sensitivity of  loss, a realization,  part of his life is missing.

..The Birzer home was inviting,  a two-storied structure with a superbly finished basement entertainment and office room with a large LCD screen,  a sectional and Jeremy’s desk.   Great Grandma delighted with Brennan  who was just beginning to walk, knowing that this new-found experience was fun,  his  smile a lively exponent reflection of Jeremy and Sandra.   The morning found Sandra desiring to shop for Brennan,  Gary and his mother about to enter Sandra’s BMW mode of transportation,  when Gary noticed,  above the rear fender of Jeremy’s pickup parked in the driveway,  a bullet hole.   Gary questioning his daughter about the abnormality,  Sandra laughing,  replying she wasn’t supposed to say anything about it,  but during a visit by Rob,  his concealed handgun fell to the ground discharging,  resulting in a bullet hole in Jeremy’s pickup, Gary saying he wouldn’t tell anybody.   

..Sandra with Brennan firmly position in his car seat,  she proceeded to take dad and grandma on a tour of Wichita.  it being almost 10 years since his days of frequenting this majestic city.   The evening found his son-in-law adorning his culinary expertise, providing an outstanding specialty meal,  including an adorning glass of wine.   Jeremy securing a day off from work, entertaining all for a luncheon engagement at a favorite bistro adjoining Old Town,  a pavilion that mimicked Brick Town in Oklahoma City.  Gary remembering when the area was first resurrected from the old abandoned warehouse district and now a showplace.

..With a solemn feeling,  departure time and a return to California having descended,  Gary once more having a feeling of loss, a farewell to the meaningful people in his life.   Jeremy providing transportation in the morning hour to Wichita Mid Continent Airport,  Gary and his mother boarding a United Airlines flight for their return journey to Modesto.   Unlike the Boeing 7 57,  nonstop flight to Texas,  the smaller 7 37 was destined to Denver,  a connecting flight to San Francisco awaiting.  The delay in Denver was short-lived,  but during the escalator travel between gates Gary noticing that his mother didn’t look well.  Questioning her about her medication,  finding that her nitroglycerin patch that she was required to apply at high altitudes was never exercised,  a brief halt was made,  the stubborn matriarch Willson complying.     

..Gary enjoying the flight from Denver, having traversed this journey many time before,  never a monotonous journey,  the scenic view from above an august array displayed below the buoyant aircraft.   A gentle touchdown at the San Francisco International Airport,  a two-hour delay before a welcomed boarding on SkyWest to Modesto.   The traveling couple finding an interesting display at SFO,  an exhibit of the history of gambling slot machines.  The walkway between terminals,  lined with these historical relics from the past.  Both finding the history absorbing,  stopping and reading the placard that accompanied each exhibit.   The short Embraer 1 20 flight to Modesto was enhanced. 

..Upon arrival, Gary expecting  his sister Nancy to meet them and return her mom home to Columbia,  to his surprise,  it was his sister Katherine and husband Donald.  The transient adventure fulfilled,  Gary sad in one respect that it wasn’t shared with Fran,  but happy to be back.  Giving his mom a loving parting hug, thanking her for the time they spent on their journey and their togetherness. His sister and brother in law’s short visit ending before continuing on,  and as they left to return grandma back to Columbia ,  Gary mentioning to Fran,   this was only the third time in nine years that his sister Katherine who lives only 70 miles from Modesto had ever visited,  he guessed she didn’t have much to say.

Fran & Gary’s 2004 VW Jetta

.  It happened on a Sunday afternoon April 8th,  2012,   a 41 year lapse between traumatic occurrences, but the results were the same.  Desiring to have her hair done,  Gary’s wife Fran requesting a ride to Modern Cuts in the Oak More Plaza shopping center just past the Briggsmore crosstown expressway on Oakdale Rd. less than five-minute from home.  Fran disembarking their 2004 VW Jetta at Modern Cuts, Gary mentioning he needed to go Save mart and pick up a few items,  and on his return would park where she could see the car.  Returning from Save mart,  stopping in the Oakdale Road left-hand turning lane entrance to the shopping center,  the two lanes of oncoming traffic was at a standstill, backed up by the traffic light at Briggsmore.  The halted traffic moving just enough to allow the Keep Clear entrance to the shopping center accessible, before stopping again.  A white panel van blocking the view of  the curbside lane, the driver in the van noticing Gary wanting to cross, appearing to look at his passenger side mirror, and then motioning Gary that it was clear to proceed in front of him into the shopping center.

.  The music of the Vince Guaraldi Trio’s “Cast Your Faith To The Wind” flowing from the Jetta’s CD player was interrupted by a sudden impact, the conscious crunching sound of metal on metal and an abrupt change in the cars direction.  In a brief second the Jetta path of entering the shopping center was altered.  In a blink of an eye,  a collision moved the car thirty feet to the left of the entrance coming to a halt on the sidewalk facing the Renter A Center retail outlet store.  Gary realizing what just happened, but at a loss of what had hit him, one second crossing in front of the panel truck, the next second the sound of impact and then facing the R AC building. The Jetta’s engine was still running, as was the CD player.  turning the key off, he attempted to open the door but it refused.  He could see a girl looking at him through the driver side window, asking if he was alright,  replying that he needed her to pull on the door.  Once out, somewhat shaken, trying to get his composure, glancing up Oakdale Road, noticing a group standing by a black Ford Mustang with its front crumpled, water dripping from the radiator.  Walking toward the mustang, a substantial crowd of onlookers beginning to assemble, he was approached by a young lady with a cell phone who said she was the driver, and that she had called 9 1 1 to report the accident and that the police would be responding.

.  Gary still somewhat taken aback from what had just happened,  the unforgettable crunching sound of the impact still firmly embedded in his head, trying to sort out what to do next, deciding to walk down to Modern Cuts and tell Fran, mentioning to the driver of his intentions.  Fran still in the midst of getting her hair done, Gary giving her the blunt news, he had a wreck pulling into the shopping center,  and when she was finished he would be with car waiting for the police to arrive.  A young motorcycle officer arriving, Gary handing him his license, registration and insurance verification, the officer taking them, leaving to visit with the driver and another young lady who apparently was a passenger.  The officer returning,  handing him his papers, and  from all appearance the Jetta would have to be towed.  Gary asking about a tow truck,  the officer stating he would notify Modesto Collision Center.  Waiting for the truck,  Gary surveyed the damage to Jetta, the right front fender and wheel having absorbed the impact, at a glance he knew why the driver side door was difficult to open, in all probability the front end part of the frame was bent, the left front fender pushed back just enough to prevent the door from opening properly.

F.  ran joining him as the tow truck arrived, Gary asking her if she knew their next door neighbor Julie’s phone number, a mute question knowing Fran’s  impeccability for memorizing numbers, then turning to the mustang driver  asking if he could borrow her cell phone to make a call, handing the phone to Fran.  With Julie’s arrival, Gary noticing the tow truck driver pushing Jetta off the sidewalk easement by hand to make his hook up, the Jetta having no problem rolling, Gary thinking “a hopeful sign”.  Once home the reality set in, Gary experiencing an emptiness, the garage was vacant of the Jetta, a feeling of being stranded and the remnants of impact sound still resonating as a reminder of his failure to be more attentive.  The following morning, placing a call to  his AAA  insurance agent on Coffee Road informing J.P. of what had transpired, questioning  him about a rental car,  J.P. assuring him that he would arrange for one to be available that afternoon at the Airport Car Rental, then calling on his neighbor Julie about a ride to the airport.  Placing a call to the collision center to check on the status of the Jetta, being told it would be another day before the estimate would be completed.   The estimate was in, the cost of repairing the damage would exceed an unbelievable $9000,  AAA concluded the cost of was excessive and would settle for $9531.13 minus the $1000 deductible.  The couple making a farewell trip back to the Jetta both dishearten removing some personal items and at the loss of a pristine 2004 Jetta with only 62,000 miles on it.

.  The insurance check arriving on the 16th with a week left on the rental,  Gary beginning to feel somewhat pressured to find a car.  Having bought the Jetta in 2008 from Central Valley VW, was aware of their used car markup, and at the same time questioned the reliability of the numerous smaller used car dealers.  Visiting with his truck driving,  mechanic across-the-street,  neighbor Rob Rodriguez about his dilemma,  Rob offering to help him find a car,  the two visiting several used car lots in Modesto.  It was time to return the rental when his Rob called, mentioning his son Bobby, having  found a 1999 Honda Accord with an asking price of $5000 on the internet that might be of interest to Gary.  Rob stating,  he had called the seller, and from their conversation,  thought it might be worth a drive to Woodward to look the car over,  adding,  he would call the seller to set up a time and place for them to meet.

.  Gary, Rob with his wife Lisa, embarking to Woodland, a town of 56,000, about 25 miles northwest of Sacramento on Interstate 5,  a noon meeting to take place at the Jack In The Box on East Main Street at the I 5 exit. It wasn’t long when a pristine metallic color four door Honda Accord pulled into the parking area, a middle-aged man entering,  introducing himself as Jesse Galindo,  Gary immediately identifying with the name, his good friend at work Val was another Galindo.  The group going back outside, Jesse starting the car, lifting the hood, Gary liking what he saw, the motor was immaculately clean, as was the interior, apparently having  been detailed.  With its  moon roof, CD radio, full power naugahyde leather looking seats, he realized it was an E X.   Jesse relating,  it was bought for his wife in 2005 with the odometer reading of 85,000 miles, and the odometer was presently at 172,000.  He continued that it had been regularly serviced by the Honda Dealer in Davis, handing Gary a large folder with the service, repair and parts records for the past seven years.  Jesse wife Toni arriving, adding a comment, contributing that the car was part of her life and it was like saying goodbye to a friend.  With the signing of the title, Jesse not hesitating to accept a check,  the transacting was consummated.

.  Gary addressing Rob again about compensating him for time and gas, then stating,  that this might sound a little strange, would it be too much for you or Lisa to drive the Accord back to Modesto, that since the accident he was a little gun shy about driving,  especially on the freeway, and for some reason he didn’t feel comfortable.  Rob not questioning, stating that it wouldn’t be a problem, Lisa could follow,  and beside he knew of truckstop on the way back where they could gas up.  Home, the car in the garage, no longer a perception of being a captive without the means to escape,  but the physiological effect of the accidents playing heavy on his mind, his judgement failure having resulted in an unforgiving occurrence.  The impact of the collision, the crunch of metal on metal remained embedded, but the adage  “when you fall off a horse you have to get  back on” came to mind,  recognizing that trusting his judgement would come with time.

Kaiser Permanente Hospital Modesto

Gary having spent a restless October night, the previous day having experienced increasing abdominal discomfort but attributing it to gas caused by something he may have eaten.  Raising in the morning, the pain continuing to increase finding no alleviation with over-the-counter antacids or gas relief tablets. The pain ever intensifying, Fran awaken showing concern, Gary contemplating driving to the hospital, but a new onslaught, he was having difficulty breathing.  The incessant abdominal pain now radiating to his back and  upwards to his chest and lungs, realizing he wouldn’t be able to drive.  Fran asking if she should call 911, Gary now uncertain of what was happening,  as an ex-EMT questioning himself about a possible heart attack although not experiencing any of the text-book symptoms.   Fran dialing 911 asking him what she should tell them, Gary starting to relate about the abdominal pain radiating up to his chest and the difficulty breathing but stopped, just tell them that you think I’m having a heart attack.

Gary watchful as the Modesto Fire Department and the American Medical Response ambulance arrived at the same time, the difficulty breathing and pain continuing, but deciding to step outside as the fire department responders approached with a questioning look.  After a brief explanation, assuring the AMR responders although unsteady and in pain he was capable of walking to the ambulance.  Once there he addressing the gurney, the paramedic beginning the same basic protocol Gary had performed on numerous occasions as an EMT.  The ambulance still stationary Gary questioning which hospital he was to be transported to, the paramedic responding Doctors Medical Center.  Gary vocally adamant that he didn’t want to go DMC, previous experiences leaving him with a detrimental impression of the facility.  Stating that he preferred  Kaiser Permanente, the paramedic relating that it was policy to transport suspected cardiac patients to DMC.  Switching tack a very shaky uncertain Gary reintegrated that his pain had started 24 hours earlier and that he didn’t believe he had a cardiac problem. The paramedic remained hesitant, then began placing EKG monitoring patches on his chest, a decision was in the making. The electrocardiogram taken in the ambulance showing no cardiac anomalies, Kaiser Permanente could be it’s destination.

Ambulance Portable EKG

Arrival, the paramedics transferring their charge to a Triage ER nurse who almost immediately provided pain medication and Gary’s physical world took on a soothing warm glow, the 10 mg. of morphine engulfing the intense pain.  Having spent 20 plus years working in a healthcare environment he was well aware that time to the seriously ill under medication day and night was irrelevant.  The time in the treatment room seemed like an eternity, the ER doctor having visited and when asked about a diagnosis volunteering that he was waiting on lab results.  Gary’s only visitor he was aware of  was when the ambulance paramedic who performed the EKG poked his head in the room mentioning that he was getting off work and just wanted to check on him, which Gary thought was somewhat unusual but later discovered that Fran had checked on him having arrived by Dial-a-ride.   Gary wasn’t sure of the gurney trips for scans, thinking there was three, probably a MRI and CT, but definitely remembers the Ultrasound, the lady technician asking if he had any past abdominal surgery because she discovered what appeared to be anchor pin.  Gary related that he had 27 inches of his colon removed years ago but that was first he had heard of having a pin inside, then she asked when, where and the name of the hospital.

It had to be late afternoon or early evening it was hard to tell with the intravenous morphine being administered every four hours, the ER doctor finally returned to inform him they were transferring him to the third floor.  Gary asking about the diagnosis, the doctor replying Acute Pancreatitis, then  Gary ask about the prognosis, the doctor responding as he left the room, “It could be life threatening”.  The third floor room was comparatively peaceful to the open door noticeable traffic of ER, Gary perceiving that every time he woke from dozing there was a nurse in his room.  Apparently it must have been morning as an elderly doctor looked in questioning how he felt and explaining the seriousness of his condition and like the ER doctor when questioned mentioned that it could be life threatening but not a word about treatment. Having never been acquainted with anyone who may have suffered from acute pancreatitis Gary was pretty much in the dark about the cause and effects with the exception of knowing that it provided the necessary enzymes for food digestion and insulin to regulate the blood sugar glucose.  Lying in bed with a vital monitor and IV he was still somewhat cognizant to what was going on,  giving weight to what had been said so far it didn’t sound very life threatening to him.

IV therapy

The pain never completely leaving but muted by 6 mg of morphine every 4 hours, Gary questioning a concerned nurse who looked in on him every hour asking her if she had any idea what was going on, when a doctor entered the room.  He introduced himself as gastroenterologist and in a matter of fact way proceeded to say the lab amylase and lipase results were at an acute level and the only way to correct this was literally is to give your pancreas a vacation.  We’re going to put you on total parenteral nutrition, you’re going to be NPO, not going to eat or drink anything for the next ten days, your nutrition will be intravenous.  No sooner had the doctor left, Fran entered relating that surprisingly a doctor had called to tell her that her husband was going to be there for a while.  The doctor wanted her to know the reason, stating that some of the test results had come back immeasurably  high and that basically severe pancreatitis of that significance would require intensive care because of possible complications including pulmonary and renal failure.  Gary thought it somewhat ironic the doctor telling Fran but not him, and as she was leaving asking if she should notify his family, Gary not hesitating, replying no, he would rather wait.

Fran’s visit informing him that he was considered an intensive care patient provided an answer to Gary’s question about the frequency of the nursing staff visits.  The ten-day journey beginning, the first thing he noticed was that without meals being delivered to ascertain the intervals of the day, time became totally irrelevant.  The pain starting to subside, the intravenous morphine reduced to 4 mg., the new discomfort prevailed,  the dryness of his mouth and the crusting of his lips, finally asking the doctor if he could at least have some ice chips,  the doctor giving him a look of disapproval but verbally agreeing.  He sot and received permission to use the restroom; given the ok but nursing refused to disconnect the bed alarm which required their summons, it was minor incidents that began to trouble him a sign that he must be getting well.

The doctor itinerary coming to fruition, on the evening of the 10th day a tray arrived the start of a clear liquid diet,  followed by a soft liquid, then a soft food diet.  The IV disconnected Gary elated that he was no longer leashed,  able to move about the room and slowly venture down the hall.  Mentally he was ready to go home, physically somewhat shaky, the bland soft food diet didn’t impress him, aware that his release couldn’t  be prodded, but also aware that he had the final word, but having visited with a representative of the Kaisers Medical Assistance Program, being told his name had been submitted, he didn’t want to jeopardize the possibility of their generosity as he could only assume that the placard amount of his two-week stay would be exorbitant.

On restriction

The day of reckoning,  Fran arriving in the morning riding out with neighbor Rob in the Accord now deposited in the parking lot, Lisa Rob’s wife having followed to provide him a ride home.  Gary was ready,  anxiously waiting on the doctor who for some reason was delayed, giving him time to thank and hug the day shift nurses who cared for him.  The doctor arriving, briefing Gary on  instructions of do’s and don’ts to prevent an occurrence, most of which he had already read in the literature provided, realizing  acute pancreatitis is somewhat of a life style changing event.  It was now a given, a zero tolerance for imbibing all alcohol beverages and its companion, his smoking on again off again habit for the past 55 years. The worse yet to come a restriction on trans and saturated fats and its residual nutritional culprit, butter, bacon and a host of processed foods.  Exiting the hospital thankful for the chauffeured wheelchair ride to the parking lot, Gary acknowledging his doubt about walking that distance and an acceptance that the past two weeks had changed his path in life.

1217 Blue Daisy Way

.  There must have been meaning in the statement, ‘the third time is the charm”,  Gary finally  having retired,  able to subjugate his daily activities.  Reading was a priority,  attempting to be an extravagant reader through most of his life, now able to reread many of the books from his childhood days that constituted and established many of his acquired values.   Fran finding a 24 volume set of the Walter R Brooke’s  “Freddy” series  on E-bay,  the classic’s beginning in 1927,  the series a prize for a young fourth grader.   An enjoyment to reread and reflect on Brooke’s writings,  realizing  it was a contributing factor to his character and moral standards.  Fran searching again, able to find the missing editions in his collected 15 volume set of Robert Sidney Bowen’s’ 1941 to 1946 World war 2 epic series of Dave Dawson on E-bay.  With the new Bowen additions,  his collection complete save one,  the 15th novel in the series,  “Dave Dawson at Truk, the seller asking $700 for the edition.

.  As a youngster the wartime adventure series sparked Gary interest along with the Japanese military items his father had acquired during World War II in Saipan, Okinawa and Korea.  In the early 60’s having read William Shirer’s ‘The rise and fall of the Third Reich, his World War II interest was again aroused pursuing a military history ambition subscribing to the Military History Book Club at a time when every retired German or Allied field grade officer authored a book of their WWII experiences.  Having one more literary collectible desire,  Fran again searching and finding the 54 volume edition of   “The Great Books of the Western World“.   A display of the works of Plato,  Homer,  Aristotle, Archimedes,  Newton,  Shakespeare, Tolstoy,  Marx and many others, the list goes on,  the writing of those in history that formed the course of western civilization.

.  Gary for some reason wasn’t surprised, daughter Marlo announcing she was once again an expectant mother,  a prodigious acclamation for someone who had reached the age of forty.   Parker Aaron Denton gracing life with his appearance on July 8th 2010,  an equanimity in,  that Chris and Marlo were once again blessed with another son  after experiencing the tragedy and loss of  Garrett.  It was expected, Gary’s son Rob called announcing that he and Nancy would be getting married,  and to expect an invitation in the mail.  Receiving the October 3, 2010  summons, Gary apologetic telling his son, he and Fran would be unable to attend mainly because of financial reasons,  the reality being Fran’s health had taken a turn for the worse,  and although she prodded Gary to go,  he was steadfast in remaining with her.  Those in attendance that Gary knew,  was daughter Sandra, husband Jeremy and son Brennan,  his exwife, Rob’s  mother Jan and husband Burton Smith.

.  In 2011 the communique from Wichita Kansas was a surprise,  arresting and prodigious,  Gary’s youngest daughter Sandra was expecting again,  having imparted but to a few that she was again with child.  August 18th 2011, Karsen Nikola Birzer,  weighing 6 lbs. 5 Oz,  announced his debut to this world.   Gary blithe with the announcement, Brennan now having a younger brother,  experiencing the closeness of his son Robert and daughter Sandra,  their birth dates being a year and a little over three weeks apart,  the two growing up in accordance, be able to share many of the adolescent  joys of childhood   Another new addition to a Willson family,  a first for Nancy and Rob,  Gabriella Grace weighing 7 lbs. 4 oz., 20 inches at 1:43 p.m. arriving on May 26, 2013,  Gary’s grandchildren totaling 7, Fran’s numbering 8

Life was attenuated in Modesto,  Gary having adjusted his retirement life style,  continuing to chronicle an autobiography of his life,  starting with his first recollections and remembrances as a child.  With both he and Fran somewhat subject to a solitary life,  the distance of their  immediate family for the most part remaining over a financial horizon,  except for an occasional trip to visit his sister Nancy and mother in Columbia and a possible venture to Oregon to visit Fran’s daughters.   Memorial Day remained special, the couple and their canines would journey to Sunset Cemetery outside of Jackson in Amador County to visits Gary’s father’s final resting place.

.  The drive north on highway 99,  turning east on 88, had special meaning,  Gary having honored his father every year since returning to California,  the placing of dime coins around his father’s place marker,  a ritual performed,  its meaning initiated by his Dad’s esoteric assuetude started in 1947,  embedding dime coins in the branches of the youthful weeping willow tree at their Greenly Drive home in Oakland to mark it growth.  The symbolic placing of coins never-failing to bring a tear, a symbolic tribute to an everlasting childhood memory,  and the consequential fact of his  failure to find time to know his Father , and what could have been,  should have been, never prevailed.

..The month of July is always eventful, hosting birthday dates for Gary’s two sons,  Scott, and  Rob,   daughters Marlo, Sandra, Gary’s Mother, his sister Katherine, Grandson Parker, and Gary and Fran’s 15 year anniversary on the 30^th.  It was Monday, July 14^th,  2014. The afternoon temperature having acquired the 100 degree mark, Fran having changed into her swimming suit,  declaring she was going in the pool, Gary at the computer  in the spare bedroom,  working on an  Inquisitive Quest chapter revision,  relating he would join her.  With Gary’s arrival, the cool water refreshing, Fran having situated herself floating in her large inner tube, taking in the sun, the cool water refreshing.  The two continuing,  Gary finally,  deciding to go in, take a shower,  and resume his project on the computer, Fran saying she would be in shortly.

..Gary was on his computer when Fran poked her head in saying she was going to the shower, entering the master bedroom across the hall  closing the door.  Gary continuing his undertaking, the time passing, then it occurred to him that it had been twenty or thirty minutes and he hadn’t noticed or heard Fran come out of the master bedroom.  Getting up, the bedroom door was still closed,   entering he walked towards the open bathroom door, there laid Fran,  having removed her clothes in preparation for her shower, face down on the floor.   Immediately trying to get a response,  but to no avail, she wasn’t breathing, his first thought was chest compression’s, but the narrow  confines of the doorway prevented him from turning her over.  He rushed across the hall to a phone,  dialing 911 as he returned giving the address,  telling dispatcher that his wife was unresponsive.  The dispatcher beginning to asked questions, Gary responding that he had to get her out of the door way to turn her over and couldn’t talk anymore.  He began his attempts to pull her out of the bathroom, but to no avail, Fran was heavier than him and because of her total relaxed restriction he couldn’t get any leverage to move her, he needed   help.

..Running next door, Julie answering the door, Gary briefly saying he needed Brian,  her husband’s help,  that he found Fran on the floor and she wasn’t responsiveness, Brian coming to the door.  The three rushing back, and were in the process of moving her into the bedroom when the ambulance responders made their presence known, the ambulance having arrived from its parked station on County Center Street. eight blocks away.  Gary watching as the paramedics beginning as the fire departments rescue unit arrived taking charge,  continuing the protocol. a fireman looking up, the look in his eyes confirming what he already conceived , she was gone and with her his world.  Taken aside, the responders asking if they could continue their protocol even though she was gone.   Nodding,  at that point nothing mattered,  the reality of what was happening was blanketed with the numbing detachment of actuality.   It was the muffled sound of Fran’s little Hope’s barking at the responders from beneath the bed ,  that finally got Gary’s attention and awakening him to the reality and the necessity to grasp the situation.

..It was six o’clock when Eaton Family Funeral and Cremation Service departed with Fran, Gary having called Eaton’s about their service,  making an appointment to meet with Michael Eaton to discuss arrangements the following day.   As of yet,  not making an attempt to notify any family, waiting until the traffic cleared from the house.   The activity having ceased, alone with his thoughts, the stillness in the house unveiling a cloak of solitariness, Gary in silent prayer asking the Lord for the endurance to cope with the task set before him.   The process of calling beginning,  with some difficulty, finally able to reach Fran’s two brothers,  Ray and Bob, daughters Jeannette, Donna, and a call to his mother, followed by his son Robert, and daughter Marlo, not getting a hold of son Scott but Marlo would convey Fran’s passing to her brother.  The following afternoon, Gary meeting with Michael Eaton at their Modesto 12th street sanctuary, relating his desire to abide with his wife’s wishes to be cremated with no service.  Michael providing an explanation of what documents needed to be secured, who to notify, concluding with the mortuary’s cost and a final resolution time frame.

..A feeling of  despair prevailing, Gary thankful for the companionship of Carli and little Hope, at least he wasn’t alone,  the two joining him to the county records office to pick up copies of the death certificate and to  the social security  office.  Having conveyed Fran’s desires to Donna in Cloverdale Oregon, referencing the numerous family items and collectibles, a seeming endless array of 45 and LP records,  clothes and other items,  including Fran’s mothers china that she proudly displayed in a China-cabinet.  The difficult subject of Fran’s internment    remains inaugurated, Gary aspiring to do what was acceptable to the family,  adding that Fran’s only request was the ashes of her beloved dog Sammie, who had passed the year before would be with her.  Donna expressing that she and Randy would bring Fran home with them, and determine a suitable final resting place at a later date.

..Fran’s daughters arriving Tuesday, Donna, husband Randy;  Jeanette, husband Eric;  the youngest Karen and surprisingly Fran’s first husband, Dick Wilcoxson, the girl’s father.  Gary having acknowledge Dick’s presence once before in Florida, Dick happening by as the couple prepared for a garage sale, Fran having mentioned that his mother resided up the street on Granada Drive.  The family bringing in boxes, spending several hours packing and loading a lifetime of accumulated possessions. filling a trailer they had arrived with. Gary deciding not to witness the activity,  he,  Carli and Hope remaining out by the pool.  The following morning their foraging having been completed,  Jeanette, Eric, Karen and Dick  returning to Jeanette’s residence in John Day, Donna and Randy to wait on the interment remains scheduled to arrive Thursday afternoon .  Gary making his final journey to the Eaton Family Funerals location for Fran, Donna and Randy patiently waiting, somewhat anxious to get started on their return to Oregon, entrusting them with the stewardship of Fran and her loving Sammie’s interment remains.  He watched as the car pulled away, once again adrift in the world traumatic reality of the past events, a sense of desolation shrouding him, alone except for the companionship of Carli and little Hope, still unable to release the withheld emotional grievance within.

..Gary having spoken with his daughters earlier, his son Rob calling, asserting he and 14 month old granddaughter Gabby would arrive Friday from Fort Worth,  explaining his visit would be brief,  having to return Sunday, relating he had secured hotel reservation, thinking it was best  because it was the first time he and Gabby had traveled alone and as a novice not knowing what to expect.  Arriving, the three journeyed to his sister Nancy’s in Columbia,  Gary’s mom rejoicing at meeting her newest great-granddaughter.  Saturday evening the son and granddaughter enjoying the pool, Gary declining, the pool  a reminder of his last afternoon with Fran, and the many “if’s” that questioned within that might have made a difference.  Rob’s visit was short but a blessing, bringing a much-needed relief from the concealed sadness, and the silent emptiness that one feels when part of you is gone.  Gary alone in his thoughts, questioning his station, thankful for the support and condolences from his friends and family with exception of his oldest son Scott,  who never called or in any way acknowledged  her passing.

..At times the house on Blue Daisy Way would take on a stillness, and in its silence Gary found Fran still there, the residence was her domain, the chosen furnishings,  the yard sprinkler system and patio stones a result of her labors, the peg board in the garage, the arrangement of every shelf, even the presence Carli and Hope all results of Fran.  With time the inner feeling of loss lessened but never subsiding, she was the first and only person in his life he was able to totally assimilate with and most likely the reason he always presented her to others “as the smartest person I know”.   Their meeting filled a void in his life,  but her unexpected passing left an emptiness that knew no bounds, and sadly…… he never had a chance to say goodbye…….

Nancy Gokey’s  2 ½ week journey to the British Isles was about to begin,  her and her mother  leaving their Columbia home,  spending the night at Don and sister Kay’s residence in Foster City.   Departure time, Nancy leaving her car for her return,  Kay then chauffeuring her sister to San Francisco International for the afternoon United Airlines flight to London.  United airlines,  having acquired Pan Am’s  overseas routes after the iconic airlines demise in 1991.  The adventure beginning,  an enthusiastic Nancy boarding the 747,  settling in for her 11 ½ hour nonstop journey to Heathrow airdrome.  she would not be alone in her quest,  good friend Monica Johnson would join her the following day in Tenby Wales.

It was a 7:40 morning arrival at London Heathrow, Nancy bustling with activity, going thru customs, then securing a bus for the 37 mile ride to the Reading railroad station.  Boarding the train for the one hundred sixty two mile,  5 hour excursion to Tenby Wales, the  starting point for viewing the scenic landmarks and  historic monuments of the United Kingdom. Arriving,  Nancy checking in at Ivy Bank Guest House for the nights lodging,  somewhat bushed with all that had transpired that day.

Nancy’s  day beginning with the sites of Tenby, finding the wall that enclosed the original 12th century town very impressive with its 4 gateways and several small towers, built in 1133.  in 1457, the walls were raised in height and widened to allow the garrisons movement.  The moat surrounding the town was also widened to a width of 30 feet.  She was somewhat disappointed when discovering all that remained of the 1133 Tenby castle on a rocky promontory facing the sea, was a token ruin.  Standing on Castle hill she could viewing the 2 ½ mile of pristine beach, Nancy humoursly rationalizing to herself,  it was the Santa Cruz of Wales.

Viewing the fort on St. Catherine  island from the beach, noting it was not accessible at times because of its isthmus status.  The fort being commissioned in 1859 as a defensive measure for the aggressive Napoleon the third,   but wasn’t built until 1870,  and by then the threat was gone, as was Napoleon the third.   On the way to lunch viewing the Deer Park Baptist church,  built in 1885, and upon entering, deciding the interior not as lavish as the exterior.

The Pembrokeshire Coast National Park consisted of 243 square miles of landscapes, rugged cliffs, sandy beaches, wooded estuaries, the moorland of the Preseli Hills and the wooded Gwaun valley.  Although it was on her list to see,  Nancy  accepting, there wasn’t enough time to take in everything.  Her  first stop was viewing  the Carew Castle, then moving on to the site where the Celtic ancestry lived and built their hilltop fortresses some 2,000 years ago.   Nancy soon discovering that Celtic heritage was integral to the national identity in Wales,   Welsh,  the Celtic language was still widely spoken and printed for use in  directional signs.

From the coast, she was able to view across the channel at the 13th century Abereiddy Tower.  Then moving on to the township of Saint  Davids  viewing  Saint Davids Cathedral.  The monastic community was founded by Saint David, Abbot of Menevia, in 500 A.D.      In 1081, the infamous William the Conqueror visited saint Davids to pray,  bestowing it as a holy sanctuary.  Later In 1115, King Henry the first of England in recognition, commenced the construction of a new cathedral and in 1123, Pope Callixtus the second  bestowed  a  papal privilege upon the cathedral, making it a center of pilgrimage, with a papal degree,  “Two pilgrimages to Saint Davids is equal to one to Rome.

Nancy returning to Tenby, the travel agency having made a reservation for two at the Boulston Cottage Guest House B&B. and with Monica arrival at 8:00 p.m. the air of enthusiasm abounded.  The morning found them saying good bye to Tenby, the two walking to the depot, boarding a train for the short 10 mile ride to Pembroke Dock and the ferry to Rosslare Ireland,  but on their arrival not expecting the 12 block walk to the Ferry terminal.  The four hour crossing taking much longer to Rosslare with  rain and rough seas.

Once again on firm ground, a stop at Budget car rental,  picking up their Renault Clio, but having an immediate problem, having to ask someone how to put it in reverse.  With directions in hand, the two arriving at the Clifford House B & B, built in 1898 as a Victorian summer house with beautiful landscaped gardens overlooking the Irish Sea.  It was getting late the two  walking to the Kilrane Pub and restaurant in the rain only to find,  because of the late hour the restaurant  had stopped serving,  deciding that Chips & Ale would suffice.

The two adventurers more than satisfied with the service at the Clifford House . a visit to the Johnstown Castle an eighteen minute drive.  The inaugural  castle and  tower house built in the late 12th century by the Esmonde family after the Norman invasion,,  The family,  Catholics, were expelled during the anti-catholic Cromwellian years in the sixteen hundreds,  the Brogan family taking possession.  In the eighteen hundreds,  the family created the Johnstown Castle as it stand today on the bones of the original castle.  The only disappointment,  as the Castle was Nancy’s favorite thus far,  was,  it wasn’t open to the public.  The exploration continuing, driving through Ferrycarrig to the Irish National Heritage Park, a parkland of 35 acres with estuary trails, and wetland forest.

Their first stop was to view the huts of the Neolithic settlers introduced cereal cultivars, better known as grains, and  domesticated animals such as cattle and sheep, plus the stone monuments.  Viewing an exhibit of the  Bronze Age,  beginning around 2500 B.C.  where people’s everyday life changed with the  innovations of the wheel,  the harnessing oxen, the weaving textiles.  A continuous march through history, viewing the results of a later Celtic ancestry, the building of  their ringforts, numerous  throughout all of Ireland, and then the arrival of the  Vikings in 795.  Nancy and Monica thoroughly enjoying their walking tour through Irish history, remaining for lunch on the grass at the park.

On the road again, stopping at  Ennscortly  to view the Ennscortly Castle,  Nancy and Monica entering, expecting to see 12th century furnishings, instead finding that each room was furnished according to a different time period in the castles history.  Some what disappointed, but recognized the importance of the display.   The two in the Renault Clio getting turned around, having difficulty finding their directions, but finally on the road to Waterford their next stop, an accessible seaport municipality of over 45,000 being the country’s oldest city,  founded by Vikings in 914 A.D.   the city being world renowned for its Waterford Crystal, the city’s glass and crystal making industry its legacy dating back to 1783.   The travelers B & B but a ten minute walk to the iconic Waterford glass factory,  the two entering and being introduced to the art of glass blowing.

The explorers on the road again, traveling from Waterford down the coast, then journeying west to Kenmare,  the  3 hour drive a little long, but enjoyable.  The change of scenery presenting a different view of Ireland, the rural life,  slowing for a farmer and his dog herding sheep on the road, and later another,  only with cattle.  Kenmare located at the head of Kenmare bay where the Roughty River flows into the sea. The entire area was granted to the english scientist Sir William Petty by Oliver Cromwell,  as part payment for completing the mapping of Ireland.  Arriving in Kenmare, the two having a need for directions and a bite to eat,  having red the signs for fine food and beverage at the sailor’s bar, Pub,  F. B. O’Sullivan’s, the two not hesitant, enjoying both the meal and the Irish Ale.

The Ring of Kerry is a hundred and eleven mile circular tourist route, running clockwise south from Killarney, following the highway to Kenmare, then the up  around the Lveragh Peninsula to Killorglin,  going through several hamlets before returning to Killarney. The scenic route takes in the sea coast beaches, Tore Waterfall,  Ross Castle, as well as other historic presentations.  the adventurers having entered the realm of the ring in Kenmare,  viewing the Greenland Circle of stones,  the site being  what is called a disturbed site,  at one time having nine stones standing, but only four remained.  The hour waning,  having secured directions to Misses Lovett’s Farm, 2 miles out of town,  their host for the nights lodging, it was time to call it a day.

The morning brisk sea breeze giving notice of where they were, viewing an unbelievable treasure,  the Kerry Cliffs,  poised 1000 ft. above the Atlantic, mother nature presenting an unprecedented landmark from an hostile desert environment 400 million years ago.    The Renault Clio continuing its  ring of Kerry drive,  introducing them to Ballinskelligs Castle,  more commonly known as McCarthy Mór Castle, but in reality, a Tower House built in the 16th century by McCarthy Mór.   it’s purpose was twofold. first to safe guard the bay from pirates, and the second was to see that incoming trade ships paid their tariffs.   The two travelers on their way to Kilarney, crossing the Sneem River,  taking notice of the picturesque  community of  Sneem.

With their arrival in Kilarney, they were somewhat surprised at its size of 13,000.  The citadel sitting on the banks of Lake Lough Leane, the largest of three nearby lakes, and home to Ross Castle.  After checking in at the Cottage guest house,  Nancy and Monica were ready for a night of relaxing, visiting Murphy’s bar and restaurant for dinner, and deciding to extend their night, remaining until eleven thirty,  listening to live traditional Irish Music.

After a clothes washday morning before checking out.   It was time to say goodbye to Ireland and Hello to Scotland, the two again heading north,  a four hour drive to Dublin,  the sea coast Irish capital.  the travelers having no difficulty finding their nautical destination,  the route was well marked with directional signs having a picture of a ferry on them.  Nancy and Monica also saying goodbye to the Renault Clio, parking their reliable transportation at the dock.  The petitioners of yesteryear boarding the Irish Ferry for Holyhead Scotland,  their voyage of discovery to continue,

Nancy and Monica having addressed a week long walking tour of Ireland and Wales historic past were comfortably seated aboard an Irish Ferry for their journey to the port city of Holyhead Scotland. the Ferry Terminal and the train station sharing the same location.   Because of their  late arrival, the next available train was at 4:25 in the morning.  Nancy, Monica,  and another couple from Hong Kong,  making a decision to wait in the mostly unoccupied station.

The hour and half journey to Chester somewhat uneventful for the tired travelers, discovering the Westminster Hotel but a short walk from the station.  The two deciding, after some needed sleep,  to walk the walls of Chester.  The defensive wall construction was started by the Romans in 70 A D.  Following the Roman occupation came the ruling of the Vikings,  followed by the Norman conquest in the 12th century,  extending the walls to form a complete circuit of the city.

The two mile wall providing another walking history,  viewing the Morgan mount, a gun emplacement platform added to the wall in 1845.  Continuing to the Bonewaldesthorne’s tower section of the wall that was  added in the 12th century,  then the East Gate, having replacing the initial structure in 1768, the wrought iron clock tower was added in 1899 to celebrate the diamond jubilee of Queen Victoria.

The historic Water Tower on the wall was built in 1322,  and   at one time stood near the River Dee,  but due to silting, now stand some 200 yards distance.  the old Dee rRver bridge across the river was built during the Roman era, but rebuilt in 13 eighty seven.  In 17 seventy nine   the Chester Canal opened to instill commerce,  connecting the river dee to the town of Nantwich.  Before calling it a day, the two viewing the Chester Castle,  initially built in 10 seventy, but fortified in the 12th century.  On their return, entering the Bear & Billet, its name  symbolizing a bear tied to a billet,  or stake.    The structure  built in 16 sixty four as a town house for the Earl of Shrewsbury, the building becoming and remaining an inn and pub since the 18th century.

Nancy and Monica again on a journey,  a 3 ½ hour bus ride to Glasgow, arriving at 2:30 in the afternoon, checking in at the Chering Cross B & B, located within walking distance of the train station and theatre.  Their evening plans having been already arranged, but a late afternoon, Hop on,  Hop off bus sightseeing tour of Glasgow  was in order.  Nancy’s impression of Glasgow was,  it was clean and safe,  nothing like a lot of traditional big cities.  The two attending an evening  kings theatre production of My Fair Lady, taking notice of the interior beauty of  the theatre, and the professionalism of the play

An overcast morning walk to the Glasgow train station,  the two adventurers boarding for a 40 minute ride to Sterling, looking forward to  an exploration of the Sterling Castle. The castle was one of many that were used by Scottish royal residence,  including Mary Queen of Scots in 1542.  Scottish legend, William Wallace defeated an English army at the Battle of Sterling Bridge in September 12 ninety seven,  then later captured in Robroyston, near Glasgow, and handed over to King Edward I of England, who had him hanged, drawn, and quartered for high treason and crimes.  The two travelers partaking of fish and chips while waiting for the train for their return to Glasgow and the 7:30 Theatre Royal presentation of The Mikado.  It wasn’t planned,  but because of the late hour,  they went directly to theatre from the train station,  still dressed in jeans and sweats, not exactly copasetic for a Gilbert and Sullivan Operetta, both agreeing the play was first class.

The morning found Nancy and Monica again on a train, this time a 30 minute ride to Linlithgow,  Monica’s friends ,Ann and Bill Watts meeting them at the Station.   The two spending the morning at the couples residence.   The afternoon found them on their way to Edinburgh, the capital of Scotland, Bill having taken them to the train station.  The two subscribing to a tour, starting with the Edinburgh Castle, built by King David the first on a rocky summit overlook, in 1103.  Entering the large grounds with a host of several buildings, discovering again, the tour was a walk through history.  Viewing Sir William Wallace and Robert Bruce, two of Scotland’s most celebrated historical figures, standing guard outside the castle. They could feel the ambiance of the past as they ventured on the historic grounds. A brief drive down to what is known as the Royal Mile, viewing a millennium of historic structures.

Nancy couldn’t resist, she had to see Greyfriars Bobby’s fountain.   As the story goes, Bobby was a Skye terrier belonging to John Gray, who worked for the Edinburgh city police, as a night watchman.  When John Gray died,  he was buried in Greyfriars Kirkland,  a Franciscan order of friars cemetery.   Bobby having become locally known and would spend the rest of his life sitting on his master’s grave.   A year later,  the English philanthropist Lady Burdett-Coutts,  was so moved by the story,  she had a drinking fountain topped with Bobby’s statue,  erected opposite the entrance to the churchyard cemetery to commemorate him.

The Palace of Holyroodhouse was a home for Scottish royalty, located on the opposite end of the royal mile from the Edinburgh Castle.  It was the reigning  monarchs official residence when in Edinburgh. The palace was built between 1671  and 1678 and  currently Queen Elisabeth II spends one week at Holyrood during the summer, at which time investitures,  and audiences are held.  The inquisitive found that only the historic apartments of Mary Queen of Scots and the state function rooms could be visited, because the palace was an active governing parliamentary edifice.

It was getting late and beginning to sprinkle, the two making a return to the esplanade of Edinburgh Castle to experience the Edinburgh Military Tattoo.  The term “tattoo” derives from a 17th-century Dutch phrase,  doe den tap toe, “turn off the tap”,  a musical signal to tavern owners each night, played by a regiment’s Corps of Drums,  to turn off the taps of their ale kegs,  so that the soldiers would retire to their billeted lodgings at a reasonable hour. The bands in the presentation are from the British Armed Forces, along with drill and display teams.  The event takes place every weekday evening and twice on Saturdays in the month of August,  and has never been cancelled due to inclement weather.

Nancy and Monica enjoying the late night performance but not the rain, thankful that Linlithgow was but a short ride back.   Arriving,  giving bill and Ann a call, having accepted their invitation to spend the night, the two  envisaging what the morrow would bring.