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Dear Liza,

Bikes, coffee, brunch… these are a few of the things Portlanders are obsessed with. But there is something else, something so ubiquitous (that means it’s everywhere!) are trees. Young, old, and really old, Portland loves its trees.

Our family tends to name new trees that we meet. Bridgett has young fir she calls Oliver, and I have matching Douglas firs I have named Doug and David, after David Douglas, who gave the species its name.

But my favorite tree so far is Willie, a young Dawn Redwood that was planted by the off leash dog area on Laurelhurst Park last spring. It was skinny but leafy. I named it after my Momma and wished it well.

Then came one of the driest summers on record, and we worried. Would Willie survive? Did she lose her leaves because she was deciduous, or because she was dead?

So, when the weather went from cold to warm, I would check on Willie. Was she going to get leaves? Would she live? YES!

The sequence of pictures goes from last June, when she was new, through late summer’s die off and winter’s bare branches to this spring’s lush new growth.

Yay, Willie! Yay, spring!

Love,

Grandma Judy

Dear Liza,

In an old movie that I love, the ghost of a sea captain argues with the new owner of his house about tearing out his Monkey Puzzle Tree. I have watched The Ghost and Mrs. Muir all my life, but never seen such a tree until I moved to Portland. And now I see them everywhere!

These trees, which grow up to fifty feet tall, have crooked branches that are covered in very pointy spikes. I imagine that’s how they were named…no one could see how even a monkey could climb one! They are native to the mountains in Ecuador. So why are they so popular in Portland?

Well, Portland, being a PORT, was home to many sea captains (like Captain Greg in my old movie), who brought home seeds of plants from their travels. At the turn of the 20th century, it was a popular thing to do, showing that you had been places, but also adding diversity to the Douglas Firs and Maples in the neighborhood. Monkey Puzzles are not what I call ‘pretty’, but they certainly are a novelty.

I found a 1891 article about Monkey Puzzles being used to landscape a new building at Corvallis College, and a 1903 newspaper story where a man was furious that the neighbor’s terrier had endangered his beloved Monkey Puzzle Tree with its energetic digging. Then, in 1905, the Agriculture Building at the Lewis and Clark Centennial Exposition was giving away the seeds (which are about as big as my thumb) to anyone who came by.

Of course, people wanted to have a living souvenir of the Exposition, and many trees were planted. In the more than a hundred years since, many have died or been chopped down, but once you start looking for them, you see them, especially here on the Eastside of Portland, where housing was growing just around 1905. But some of the trees are babies!! They must have been planted recently, from1905 seeds. Very nice, but prickly….

I love learning more about my new hometown!

Love,

Grandma Judy

Dear Liza,

Portland has grown over the years by spreading out to fill empty land, and also by incorporating smaller town that were near the City. East Portland became the Eastside of Portland in the 1890s, and St. John’s became part of the city in 1915.

Because it was separate for so long, and because it is eight and a half miles north of the city center, it still feels very much like a small town rather than part of a huge metropolis. We enjoy its small-town-ness when ever we go, and we spent Saturday there for their annual St. John’s Bizarre.

I know you are thinking, “No, you mean BAZAAR, like a market.” Nope. Bizarre, like weird. It was, and it was wonderful. We got there in time to see many of the parade units setting up their floats and costumes, and got to chat and smile with mermaids, pirates, and portions of the beautiful St. John’s Bridge. Then we found the parade route and watched everyone go by.

There were a dozen marching bands from local Middle Schools and High Schools, playing really good music. They are always Grandpa Nelson’s favorite part of any parade, because he was in his marching bands in school.

My favorite parts are the community groups, the folks who make their place special and vibrant, who show you the nature of the neighborhood. I enjoyed the colorful dancers from St. John’s Pride and the Rise Up Against Extinction group, which fights the use of pesticides in the area.

After the parade, we found yummy food and cold sodas and, most importantly, shade! It has been really warm lately, and was 88 degrees Saturday. There were lots of food trucks and they all smelled good. Grandpa Nelson found the Pip’s Doughnuts and Auntie Bridgett and I had spicy chicken sliders.

As we enjoyed looking at the crafty area, we found our friend Jack Kent selling his Sketchy People books! He was doing good business and having a fun day talking to folks who love his drawings.

As we sat in a lovely cool cafe, we realized we were parked a mile and a half away, so we braced ourselves and headed off, finding the shady side of the street whenever possible.

Making a quick stop by the grocery store, we got home and crashed, resting up for the adventure tomorrow!!

Love,

Grandma Judy

Dear Liza,

My momma, your great grandma Billie, was a gardener. She had gardens that grew flowers and fruit, roses and rhubarb, and she loved coaxing things from the soil. When she was a child in Oklahoma, she struggled against marauding chickens, drought and dust storms to raise a crepe myrtle bush to the ‘majestic’ height of two feet. She even got a few blooms.

When she moved to California during World War II, she had window boxes in her apartment, then she and great grandpa Lowell bought a half finished house in Manhattan Beach and made it into the home of my childhood. After they had gotten the walls and roof on, momma started on the garden and kept working on it for thirty five years, complete with flower garden in the front and veggies behind a rose covered fence. She continued this magic at her last home in Lompoc, where she and great grandpa Lowell turned a wild mustard field into a garden that was featured in a city tour.

I learned gardening from her, and have been happy to play in the dirt at whatever home I found myself. Our new home in Portland doesn’t have much in the way of acreage, but I am finding ways to have fun with it.

The other day, I walked a mile down Stark (stopping for lunch at the Belmont Station) to choose the right pot for a new project: a bonsai forest. Last winter I picked up a few birch and maple seeds and stuck them in pots, and now I have seedlings. It seemed like a perfect time to begin.

Portland Nursery has a huge selection of pots. I needed a shallow, not too big place, so the roots would stay small and the trees could grow in proportion. I found just the right one and spent a happy afternoon building my new make believe place. I have decided to call it The Hundred Acre Wood, after Winnie the Pooh’s home.

Now I will nurture and trim and watch it develop, maybe adding a ceramic snail or fairy along the way.

I will never be the gardener my Momma was, but that’s okay. I am the gardener I have become.

Love,

Grandma Judy

Dear Liza,

After I had seen all the wonderful art, Grandpa Nelson and I headed across the street to the Oregon Historical Society. They have a fun exhibit on the history of beer that he hadn’t seen, but I was there for an exhibit that is more art than history… contemporary quilts!

The theme of the exhibit was “On the Edge”, and was interpreted by about two dozen artists in beautifully different ways. The quilt above was called “On the Bluff Where I Live”, and looked sort of like the quilt I made for you a few years ago, being a map of our old neighborhood in Salinas, except that the artist’s neighborhood is on a bluff overlooking the Willamette River, and she used embroidery for names instead of beads. My quilt is below.Other quilts showed different edges…technology, sanity, shorelines, day and night. They all were interesting in different ways, encouraging me to finally get out the fabric I bought months ago to make a quilt about my new neighborhood here in Portland. I get nervous, because once you cut fabric, you are committed. But, really, what have I got to lose?

Full of art, history and inspiration, we were hungry again! We headed to Kenny and Zukes, the best Jewish deli Downtown, and had a nice kugel and root beer floats. Then, headed for home to watch the Giants beat the Cincinnati Reds.

Hooray!

Love,

Grandma Judy

Dear Liza,

This past Sunday was Mother’s Day. My Momma Billie and Grandpa Nelson’s Mother Mona have passed away, and Auntie Bridgett’s Mom Donna is in San Diego. Since I didn’t have any mother’s to honor here, I decided to BE the Momma and go help Auntie Katie with her new shop.

First, of course, was breakfast. I met Katie and cousins Jasper and Kestrel at Genie’s, a friendly, delicious diner just a few blocks away. Kestrel and I read together and Jasper and Katie had fun being silly. Katie gave me a card that she wrote and Kestrel made (it was beautiful) and Jasper gave me a coaster he had decorated. It was beautiful AND useful.

Then the cousins headed off with their Dad Dave and Katie and I headed to her new building. We spend a few hours sweating and prying and hammering, taking down a plywood panel that was covering a back door, so she could use the door. It will allow her and the kids to go upstairs to the apartment without having to go through the book shop.

After we declared victory over the door, Katie’s friend Patrick and his son Arlo came to help. Patrick ripped out an old bookcase and Arlo removed random screws and nails from the walls with his power drill.

I hauled wood out to a pile in the backyard as Katie started working on removing a heater…. but had to stop when she realized she needed more electrical expertise. Sparks are a very good reality check!

We all ate a bunch of Snickerdoodles I had brought and then Katie walked me home. It was a perfect Mother’s Day, spent with a Mother I respect and doing that work MY mother would respect.

Love,

Grandma Judy

Dear Liza,

This past Sunday was the last day of a wonderful exhibit at the Portland Art Museum, called PAM for short. The exhibit was by artists who live in the Pacific Northwest (Oregon, Washington, Alaska) and whose work is directly affected by where they live. It is called The Map is not the Territory.

This piece, called Moving Mountains by Annette Bellamy, goes from the floor to the ceiling and is about ten feet square. It is kinetic, which means the suspended rocks can move. It sways just a little as people walk past. It makes you look at things that seem permanent, like landscape, as something delicate and tenuous. I loved it!

Ms Bellamy made my other favorite piece in the show, called Out of Water. It is made of dried fish skins sewn together in an irregular, changing patchwork. Knowing that she spends her summers making a living deep sea fishing informs her relationship with fish, and shows us her appreciation of this animal, inside and out.After we had enjoyed the exhibit, we had a snack and visited Grandpa Nelson’s favorite room of the museum. It holds the impressionists and modern art. Last time I was here, a wonderful docent named Ted introduced me to Otto. Otto is an almost creepy lifelike resin cast of a dishwasher. He also showed me Muse, and corrected my pronunciation of its creator’s name. It is spelled Brancusi, but pronounced ” Brancoosh”, because he is from Romania.

This visit, Grandpa Nelson pointed out a dark painting I hadn’t given a second glance to, and said to Ted, “I wish we could get a different Van Gough.” I almost laughed… that’s not a Van Gough! But there it was, on the tag.It is called Charette de Bouef, or Ox Cart, and was painted by Van Gough just before he left The Netherlands for Paris, where his life and color scheme changed dramatically. The museum acquired this piece from a Roseburg, Oregon, couple, who had hung over their sofa. Yes, a Van Gough over their sofa.

Since the couple smoked, by the time they passed away and the painting was donated to the museum, it had a thick coat of nicotine and tar, needing a good cleaning. After weeks of delicate work, when the delicate hints of white and blue started to pop, the museum took it to the medical center and had it X-rayed and given an MRI, revealing Van Gough’s own fingerprints in the corners of the work.

I had never cared for this painting, but now that I know the history, I will give it more attention. Like people, the more you know about art, the more interesting it becomes.

On our way up the stairs, we ran into an historic collection of lithographic prints from the 1930s and 40s, by folks I had heard of, like Thomas Hart Benton, and some I hadn’t, like Peggy Bacon. These works were created as part of a government project to depict American life, and show so much humor and movement that they look like sketches, not prints from stone. They were cartoon-y and delightful.We took a little break before heading off to the next part of our adventure, which I will tell you about next week!

Love,

Grandma Judy

Dear Liza,

After I had visited Lone Fir, I came home for lunch. Grandpa Nelson decided he wanted to spend some time at Laurelhurst Park, so of course I went along.

We heard music drifting across the dog off leash area from down by the lake, and as we got closer, we realized that on a sunny Sunday afternoon, everyone is at the Park! The music was from the folks who were in charge of the Walk for Water 5 K event, raising money for clean water systems in under developed countries. Invigorating Michael Jackson songs and rhythm and blues bySam and Dave made the whole park vibrate.

But besides the 5 K runners, there were more than a hundred other folks, all doing their own thing. Groups of friends chatted and ate on the grass. Babies crawled between blankets.

Dogs fetched balls and sniffed each other as amateur circus performers flung juggling balls or lifted each other into the air.

In a fir tree above the lake, the osprey perched, keeping an eye out for careless fish. Duck couples swam contentedly.

We found a bench in the sun and read, enjoying the happy hubbub around us, basking in joy and spring and sunshine.

Then it was time to go home and start dinner for Auntie Bridgett, who had been working at the gallery all day.

Love,

Grandma Judy

Dear LIza,

You know that Auntie Katie has been working very hard to raise money to move her bookshop, Books with Pictures, from the rented building at 1100 SE Division to her 1927 purchased building at 1401 SE Division. Well, today, she made it!!

People all over the country have helped by  buying merchandise and donating,  and they have raised over $30,000 for moving expenses and repairs to the new shop. It is very exciting, and means that she will be able to move the shop to the new building by the end of May!

This evening, after I had visited with my old friend Cynthia and had dinner, Grandpa Nelson and I met Katie at our local science fiction geek restaurant, the Nerd Out. It was also Free Comic Book Day, so she had been very busy, talking to folks and giving away free books.

I love the Nerd Out! It always has science fiction movies showing on the screen (this evening it was the early Star Wars) and has drinks like The Adam West and The Spider Man-Hattan. Mitch, who runs the place, makes tasty food and encourages everyone to enjoy themselves. I wanted to get a picture of Auntie Katie in her Captain Marvel costume, but she was really tired. So I took a picture of a lady in a very cool R2D2 suit.

Once we had visited and gotten Auntie Katie fed, we headed back home to cuddle on the couch.

Another lovely day.

Love,

Grandma Judy

Dear Liza,

This weekend I got to visit with an old friend from Salinas, Cynthia Lott. She is a teacher at Laurelwood School in Salinas, and we have known each other for years. She was in town for a celebration, and between Grandpa Nelson’s Birthday, the wedding, and her flight home, we managed to juggle some time together.

I walked over to where she was staying, the Jupiter Hotel, and we had breakfast together. Surprisingly, there wasn’t a big crowd! Usually, trying to eat out on a weekend morning is a several hour, reservation only situation. But not so! Good food and friendly service, and off we went.

Cynthia likes to walk, so we had a tour through the neighborhood so she could visit Auntie Bridgett, who was working at the SideStreet Arts Gallery. The spring flowers were showing off! Peonies are huge, amazing, and look almost make believe.

We had a nice chat, then I needed to put her in the bus back to her hotel so she could head off to the airport.

It was so nice to see her and catch up! Life never stays the same, but with old friends, it’s fun to be able to go along for the ride.

Love,

Grandma Judy