Thursday, April 25, 2013

V is for Visits (by my parents), 1964 & 1978



Theme ~ My 50 Years in America



My dad came to visit me in Princeton in April 1964 when my Swedish friend, Christina, and I lived in this house, the duplex to the right. Christina and I are still friends and I stay with her or her sister, Inga, when I go back to Stockholm.



As I mentioned in my last post, I worked at the Princeton Inn and this was the view from the patio with the golf course in the background. Not a bad place to work, right?


We went to Washington, D. C. with my dad and saw all the sights. I have lots of pictures and only room for a few here.


It was cherry blossom time in Washington, so we saw the city at its best.


I just don't get it, how dressed up we were. Now, I wear jeans everywhere. And if I were to travel and go sightseeing, jeans is what I would wear. At least I'm wearing sensible shoes here. When I saw them in these photos, I remembered them, after all these years, my brown suede shoes.

At the top of the Empire State Building

My dad was an enthusiastic bridge player and there was a world championship going on in New York City, so he went alone to Manhattan and combined his visits to the tournament with sightseeing that he did on his own. He also went to visit his uncle in Brooklyn, the one with the Manhattan cocktails I wrote about in my B post. On his way back, dad got lost in the New York City subway system, but managed to eventually find his way back to Princeton. Christina and I were worried. A world without cell phones was definitely more worrisome. 


Here he is, checking out props from the film Cleopatra.  This had something to do with the 1964 World's Fair, but it wasn't the fair, at least I don't think so. My memory fails me here, but whatever it was, we had fun. 

Walking around.


Some friends of Christina's offered to fly my dad to Kennedy Airport when it was time for him to return to Stockholm. 

 

 Well, you know I don't scare easily ~ but I am afraid of heights. I learned my lesson here: A person scared of heights and extremely uncomfortable up high, should never, ever, ever, ever fly in a small single engine plane. Particularly not in NYC airspace and landing at Kennedy. And once I safely landed, and said goodbye to dad, I had to jump in again and fly all the way back! Phew! In the picture above, I think I'm trying to look like this doesn't bother me at all. I don't think I fooled anyone. 

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My dad passed away in 1971 and in 1978 my mother came to visit me in Los Angeles, much thanks to Arne and Doris, her friends I wrote about in my Q for Quakes post. Here are some pictures from her visit:


My mother fell in love with Olvera Street, the oldest part of Los Angeles. The city was founded not too far from this place in 1781. While there, mom and I ate Mexican food, shopped for trinkets, and had a great time. She made me take her back there a couple of times during her visit. My mother loved Paris, and was a bit more French than Swedish at times. I know she would have loved to go to Mexico. 


Instead, I took her in my little Datsun to the Santa Ynez valley where we spent a few days. 


It was Palm Sunday when we visited Mission Santa Inez and palm fronds were everywhere.


Everyone loved my mom, these ducks included. We went to this lake, Lake Cachuma, several times during our stay in the valley and it seemed like the ducks knew her, they would come running so fast. I remember she fell for that white one. Such sweet memories for me.


We also went to one of my favorite places, Mission La Purisima, where my mom got acquainted with a donkey.


One reason I like this place so much is the nature around the mission. This is where I saw my first road runner, fell in love with donkeys, and so on. I visited here often when I was younger. Mom and I also saw Mission Santa Barbara and spent a few days in that beautiful city.


Here is my mom on the street where I lived, outside the house that my husband would get the following year, the house where we would live for many years of our married life. 

Writing this part about my mom's visit has made me sad for the first time looking back over the past 50 years. While on the one hand I'm so grateful to have had a good mother, a mother who was a wonderful person and my best friend, on the other, this made me miss her so much. She is with me in my heart though.......... 






29 comments:

  1. Oh Inger do not be sad your Mom and Dad look very very happy here and I am positive they are still with you. I love the adventures you are sharing.
    I was afraid of heights too and took a little plane to Toronto for my very first time it was SO SCARY I almost passed out but I did it and now I absolutely love flying now.
    Your memories and photos should give you comfort Inger don't be sad HUGS B

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  2. I miss my mom, too. Sometimes I just ache to hear her voice. I take comfort in thinking that she is watching over me - and even to this day, if I do something I think Mom wouldn't approve of, I cringe a bit thinking how she might be rolling her eyes and setting her face in a frown!
    I love that you have all of those wonderful pictures to look back at.

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  3. It may bring tears to our eyes to remember our mothers, but they stay forever in our hearts.

    Lovely pix, Inger, and very nice that your parents visited your new home. My mother visited me after I'd been in Vancouver for about 8 yrs (my dad was afraid of flying and wouldn't come). I loved showing my Mom around too!

    Thanks for sharing some of your closest memories.

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  4. i was enjoying your old photos, but seeing your mom had the same effect on me - i was missing my own mother who has been gone almost 8 yrs. now.

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  5. Thank you for sharing your parents with us. Hugs.

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  6. What a wonderful post Inger!! I loved reading about your dad and your mom visiting and seeing all the pictures!! Beautiful, beautiful memories. Thanks for taking the time to share these memories with us... This has been a highlight to my day.

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  7. You don't look frightened in that photo on the plane. You always look beautiful. I know what it's like to miss one's parents.

    Love,
    Janie

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  8. Very nice photos of the old days, love it. You had a wonderful family which gave you great memories.

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  9. It's wonderful of you to share these memories!

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  10. I'm sorry this post made you sad, but I can certainly understand why. I loved reading about your mom with the ducks and the donkey. Thanks for sharing your lovely memories with us.

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  11. What a beautiful post and such great pictures. :)

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  12. i would have liked your mother, i love donkeys and have been known to kiss one. i miss my mother at times too. and she has been gone for 24 years. i flew in a 4 seater plane in 1984 and got so sick i thought i might die before it landed. to sick to care about the heights. i love seeing your mom and dad and you and your friends. we always dressed up anywhere we went back then, even the movies required what i called church dress up... i am so glad we now can wear jeans, shorts or capris every where we go. down here it is way to hot for jeans most of the year.

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  13. This is so lovely Inger ~~~ don't be sad your mother would have been so proud of you and your accomplishments. She looked like a lovely person so kind, friendly and congenial ~~ even the ducks and donkeys loved her.

    I wanted to say that I had a Datsun just like yours! Small world! Or maybe everyone had one!!!

    Loved this post a lot!!!!!

    Ron

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  14. What lovely memories. I hope my own daughter can someday look back and find remembered joy in the times we had together.

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  15. Inger, your parents must have been so proud of their daughter!! They did an excellent job as is evidenced from your 'journey' up to now. I know you are happy about the time spent with them. You were very fortunate to have such confident and trusting parents.
    I love this post too! So heartfelt and compassionate.

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  16. It's wonderful you have such great memories and photographs of your parents. Mom died when I was young, and I never knew her as an adult daughter. You're so fortunate. My dad died a few years ago, and I still miss both of them.

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  17. What a lovely post, Inger. You girls look like stewardesses -- so elegant. And you father was brave to go on the subway by himself like that.

    Love how you describe your mom and I wonder if she would have liked to have stayed in California? She seemed to fit right in. :)

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  18. Your mother looks really fun. I love the donkey picture. Also, the pic with your girl friends at "work" is adorable, too. Fun times.

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  19. You have great memories of your parents and wonderful pictures of them being happy and sharing with you your experiences.
    Funny I am scared of heights, terrified to fly commercial but love small planes. Almost got my licence.

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  20. I'm sorry you ended sad after writing this post. Such wonderful memories, and I love these photos. Thank you for sharing them with us. I do love the blossoms in D.C.

    Shannon at The Warrior Muse

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  21. How fortunate you were that you had the opportunity to share those wonderful times with your parents. Memories are bittersweet when we miss someone, but you were blessed to have been able to share a part of your new life, far from home, with your mom and dad.

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  22. I've enjoyed each of your posts about your 50 years in America, but this is undoubtedly my favorite. I love the photos of you with your parents, and can easily understand how bittersweet it is to recall the wonderful times you shared together. And to miss them! I love that your mom loved Olvera Street! LOL! Paris----Olvera Street! That tells me a lot about her. Your parents had a wonderful sense of adventure, didn't they. Lovely, Inger. Debra

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  23. I've enjoyed each of your posts about your 50 years in America, but this is undoubtedly my favorite. I love the photos of you with your parents, and can easily understand how bittersweet it is to recall the wonderful times you shared together. And to miss them! I love that your mom loved Olvera Street! LOL! Paris----Olvera Street! That tells me a lot about her. Your parents had a wonderful sense of adventure, didn't they. Lovely, Inger. Debra

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  24. I've enjoyed each of your posts about your 50 years in America, but this is undoubtedly my favorite. I love the photos of you with your parents, and can easily understand how bittersweet it is to recall the wonderful times you shared together. And to miss them! I love that your mom loved Olvera Street! LOL! Paris----Olvera Street! That tells me a lot about her. Your parents had a wonderful sense of adventure, didn't they. Lovely, Inger. Debra

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  25. What wonderful photos that lock those memories in place! I loved the dresses and hairstyles!

    Your mom was an adventurer like a her daughter. Yes, if only I could talk with my mom one more time. Hear her voice.

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  26. Your comments touched my heart. Thank you.

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  27. Vilka härliga minnen du har o vilka fina bilder från dina föräldrar.
    Du har bott på fina ställen där över....
    Småttingarna mår bra o de växer fort
    Kram M/

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  28. Hi Inger .. you brought tears to my eyes - I can feel your emotion running through .. it does that doesn't it - I'm just starting that tear-jerking journey .. welling up to be quashed back ... Quite understand and you've posted lovely memories ..

    Love seeing them .. brings some memories back for me .. cheers Hilary

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Thanks for leaving a comment.. ~~ Inger

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