Time just keeps on moving along. None of us will get out of this alive.

My brother Bill...William Milton Stewart Jr. passed away January 11, 2022. He was 79 years old, just shy of 80. He passed from complications related to his previous illnesses. I was able to be in the area when he passed and saw him before he did. He told me he loved me, and I told him the same. Little more was said, but it was enough. He knew I was nearby. He was in Hospice Care in the same retirement community that my brother Dick and his wife Kathy moved into several months before. He and his wife Dianne were planning to live there, too. His wife had already moved in with the belief that he would be joining her soon. It was not to be.

Dick and Kathy had been living in a large home with their daughter Tammy and her husband Bob Hondeville in the town of Atwater, California. After a lifetime in Ventura California, the move was challenging. Sadly, Bob passed away suddenly July 27, 2021. Tammy was unable to maintain the huge house, care for her parents and work full time, so Dick and Kathy moved to Hughson, California to the retirement community.  Tammy bought a smaller house nearby and sees them often.

My daughter Kerry and her husband Jordan Kerr, and son Kerrick Kerr lived with us at our home in Brush Prairie WA earlier this year. They had sold their house in Battleground at the height of the housing market and bought another in Providence, Utah. It happened quickly so they decided to rent the Utah house back to the current owners and move in with us while Kerrick finished the school year. They moved in June and we miss them terribly. The purpose of the move was so that Kerrick could get to know his Kerr cousins better and be around the Kerr side of the family for a time.

Bruce and I have been considering our options regarding where we will live. The truth is, we enjoy the house we are in for now. We looked at houses in Austin Texas near our son Kevin and his family, but couldn't fine what we were looking for. We've also considered Utah. California where our son Steve lives seems out of our reach, plus his kids are all grown and beginning to scatter. For now we will stay here. Our daughter Amy lives nearby, but works full time. We usually see her every week or so.

Its an interesting stage of life we find ourselves in. Minor illnesses are becoming more frequent. We've been able to avoid major illnesses so far, but time marches on. We both manage to keep pretty busy, but miss being around family. We'll see what next year brings...

A Single Twin...

On January 18, 2020 I lost my twin brother to lung cancer. at the age of 68. I can barely believe it, even as I write it. David Michael Stewart has been a constant in my life, literally my entire life. We were the youngest of 5. My mother used to say that when she became pregnant with us she would pray often for twins. Otherwise that one baby would be spoiled rotten. As it happens, her two babies were spoiled rotten. My brother Dick was almost 8 when we were born, brother Bill was  9. My brother Jim graduated from high school the day we came home from the hospital. He was nearly 18.

David and I were always together as children. We were known in our family as "the twins". Sometimes we would be referred to individually, but it always reverted back to the duo. I remember being confused that people could tell us apart...the twins on tv were identical. Obviously we were not. As we grew older, our lives diverged into two separate identities. In fact, not many people realized we were even related, much less twins. David was a drummer and very cool. I was...not. As I married and moved far away, we became even more distant, literally and figuratively. Neither of us was very good at writing letters or staying in touch. I think we both depended on family to keep us informed on what the other was up to. Life has a way of getting very busy when you have four children, who are all active in sports, school, etc. and David had two children of his own and later two step children.

He had several interest. He was a self-taught mechanical genius. He could take parts from several cars and put then together into one very cool hot rod. He also painted cars for a portion of his life. I suspect that's where the carcinogens entered his lungs, but I don't know for sure...it could have been the second hand smoke we were constantly around as kids.(and ultimately killed our parents).  He was a contractor for a large portion of his life and did incredible work. He was an artist with the eye of an artist. And of course, the drummer. He played with many bands over the years, from country to folk, to rock. I also remember an accordion band early in his career that he would probably just as soon I never mentioned.

He lived just a few miles from the house we grew up in. He never had any real interest in moving. Meanwhile, I lived in more states than I can remember. We were baptized Catholic as babies, but neither of us continued in the faith. David recently found peace in Buddhism  while I preferred the more structured life as a member of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints, also known as the Mormons. I don't drink and he did. He enjoyed his drinking and for a portion of his life he drank too much, but later was able to find balance.

So we weren't much alike at all, it turns out. But did I love my brother? Absolutely  and without judgement. He was, and will always be my hero. He worked hard in his life, and provided for his family. He had many interest and followed them. He was a good man and loved his family.  To my way of thinking that is the definition of "hero."

I never thought for a moment he would be the first of the five of us kids to go. I hoped I would go first so I wouldn't have to go through the heartache of losing the brothers I love. Sadly, that wasn't the way this life turned out. Will I see him again? Yes. I have no doubt.

My twin brother has always been with me in my heart no matter how far away I was. As I slog through the days, months and years ahead, he will continue to be with me.

I love you, David. I'll see you later. Say "hi" to mom and dad.

Dang, I need to update more often

Wow, it's amazing to me, but I did it again! Another 2 years have gone by! I'm going to REALLY try harder to post here. I want to add things for my grandchildren.

It occurs to me that if I had the opportunity I would like to speak to some of my (deceased) Stewart ancestors to get some better information on who, what and where! I try doing genealogy but I keep getting dead ends! That's not a good way to put it when talking about deceased ancestors...but bear with me... my grandkids don't really care right now, but there will come a time when they want to know more about me, their parents, my memories, our ancestors, all of it. If I don't write it down now it will be lost forever.

I guess I need to review what Ive written so far so I know which direction to go.

OK. Onward and upward!

Time marches on!

I messed up again and ignored my blog for 2 years! How does that happen? Life happens I guess.

I can use Facebook to look back on the last 2 years. Its been fairly unremarkable in the 'big event' category for the most part. We have had a few Johnson Family reunions in that time. We spent a few days around the 4th of July at Steve's house in Scotts Valley, California with everyone. It was great fun having every one of my children and grandchildren around. The reality is...we are growing too large to do much of anything as a group. We aren't there yet...but it's close. We had a day at the beach and several nice dinners to remember the time with.

Thanksgiving 2015 was spent all together at Kevin's house in Austin, Texas. He found a home that was in great need of some love and purchased it. After a ton of work, his family moved in. Turns out the house has a lot of room, so it worked out well for our gathering. It seems a little unfair in the great  scheme of things for any one family to host us all, so I'm not sure if we'll do it again anytime soon, but it was fun. We went on a nature hike as a group to a lovely little grotto in the hills of Texas and learned a lot about the area in the process. Plus Austin is famous as a foody heaven, so we ate a ton of  Tex-Mex, which is my favorite.

I spend my time between Vancouver Washington, where 3 of my grands live; Lincoln City Oregon where we have a little beach house; and Salem Oregon is home base. I read a lot and try my hand at art and crafts. I'm alone a lot of the time, but I manage to keep busy for the most part.

Well, that's enough for now.

Philippines: First days in Baghio!

Now on to Baghio!

We hired a driver to take us north into the high mountains of Luzon Island. It turned out to be a much longer trip than we expected. It took us nearly 8 hours to get there, but SO worth the trip. After the din of the city of Manila, Baghio was beautiful and relatively quiet!

We were exhausted by the time we got to Baghio so we went straight to our hotel. I need to note at this point that it was the last weekend of the Baghio Flower Festival, complete with parades and activities, so our hotel selection was limited. Very...very...very...limited.

We arrived after much difficulty in finding the address to a dodgy looking, grimy hotel. I have to say, in my brother Jim's defense (he made the arrangements) that he had very little to choose from and thought "how bad could it be for just a few nights?". We were to soon find out.

First of all, they gave us a suite instead of two rooms, as requested. In fact, they had 2 suites reserved for us. It remains unclear how they came to expect 20+ people instead of the 3 of us, but I digress...

All my inner flags were waving like crazy, so we asked if we could see the rooms. We chose the least offensive of the two.  (Keep in mind, we have no real choice because of the festival...everything is booked.) I'm telling myself over and over, that it's only for two nights, right? I like to think I'm a very pragmatic person. My niece Jessica is fuming and trying really hard not to blow up. The "He-should-have-let-me-help-and-get-reservations-months-ago" type of fury that is only of value in hind sight pulsing in her eyes. Brother Jim is mortified, but trying as hard as I am to see the silver-lining...using the "it's only for two nights...right? We were looking for an adventure....right?" line of reasoning. I knew his Pollyanna-ish stand was teetering when he just looked at me after a short amount of time in our suite and said simply "this is unacceptable'.  He got on the phone (no easy task) and called the hotel we had reservations at in a few days. After a little begging, they determined they could have two room for us the next night, but we were stuck for tonight. I think we might have been better able to struggle through with our little trauma if some of our Filipino friends we met with a little later that evening, when finding out where we were staying said "Oh, we wouldn't stay there because of the Rats?"

Oy vey.....!!!

I have no doubt that rats were a problem in this hotel, because there were open areas all over the place. They had a sort of internal chimney-like system (for lack of a better description) that was completely open with windows opening in what I believe was used as a primitive air circulation and cooling system. Plus there were fire-escapes that were open as well. There were bars on the windows, but no screening - easy access for any rodent worth their salt. Another issue with the internal 'chimneys' was that noise from all the other rooms was magnified and "shared".  I'm pretty sure I heard many things I had no business hearing. The was a table with several chairs in our common room, several of the chairs were broken. The toilet room at least had a toilet that flushed, but the washbasin was outside the room and didn't work anyway. There was a shower room next to that with a bucket and dipper in case your water stopped suddenly (I'm guessing). There was a kitchenette with rat droppings behind the hot plates. There was a small frig, but the black mold made me a little nervous about even trying to use that. The two bedrooms had several beds in each. We each laid claim and started our nightly ablutions. After checking out my bed, I had a flash-back to a tv program I saw once on bed bugs. There was no way in heck I was going to lay my head on that pillow and use those sheets and dodgy blanket. They were probably clean enough, but I wasn't taking any chances. I ending up using my travel pillow (you know, those u-shaped things) and laying out my airline blanket (they mean for you to take those...right?) to lay on. I covered myself with my sweater and jacket and made myself lay completely still. Did I mention Jessica and I were afraid to turn off the lights because of the rats? We were, so we slept all night with the lights on. (I used a sleep mask...light doesn't bother Jessica) We both refused to shower until we got to our new hotel.

When we left the next day, the owners were very concerned and asked what they could do to make our stay more comfortable. There really was nothing we could say! They were clearly doing the best they could with what they had, but to say the place wasn't up to our American standards sounds so hollow! We just hemmed and hawed around and left in a hurry.

Our next hotel was lovely in comparison. Nice plumbing, clean sheets and screened windows! What more could a girl want?

This area is very agricultural despite the rugged terrain. Terraces are used to farm on the steep hillsides, so big machinery that we would use here in the States are unusable due to the difficult accessibility. All work must be done by hand. Hard work is a way of life here. Small farms dot the hillsides and you rarely see a huge mega-farm like more industrialized areas might have.

We made a trip even further up the mountain to the family farm. It sits at nearly 7500 feet in elevation, so the potential for cold is very high. As we were sitting and visiting in the family home, I glanced outside and couldn't even see across the road! I was puzzled for a moment until someone told me it was just a passing cloud and to wait a moment. I did, and it passed. The sun was back in no time. The people we met were very charming! The children and some of the adults in the area came to see "the Americans"! Most of the adults understood at least some english, and many speak it very well, but the small children didn't and looked at us like we had two-heads. It was fun to make funny sounds and faces and to see the children react. One little girl even sang "Jingle Bells" for me!

Baghio is known are the "Summer Capitol" of the islands because the temperatures there are so much cooler than most of the area. Flowers are grown all over and the colors are amazing. At the family farm, flowers are grown in large green houses. I was allowed to choose my favorites and we left after a lovely meal with several huge bouquets! We kept those flowers in our rooms for the rest of the trip, even carrying them back to Manila. If we could have figured out a way to take them on the plane they would have come home with us.

More on Baghio with my next post.

The Philippines: Part 1, Days 1-3

I've been home for a week or so from our trip to the Philippines. My brother Jim, niece Jessica and I traveled together.

Jim spent time in the Philippines as a young man in the Navy. He had actually wanted to go back there when he got out of the Navy, but it was impossible. He was a poor kid from rural California without a job, education or income. Back in 1957-58 long distance travel was mind-numblingly expensive so the travel had to be put off. Heck, I recall that long distance telephone calls were expensive even within the States and to be avoided at all costs. Back in those days they charged by the minute. Heck, it takes a minute or two to even say hello, and what if the person being called wasn't available...!

Anyway...I digress. Jim wanted to go back to this beautiful place, so I decided I wanted to go with him ('cuz I got that kind of time...) and Jessica also saw it as a possibly once-in-a-lifetime trip.

We arrived in Manila late in the evening after a grueling 20+ hour flight. (Actually longer for Jim and Jessica as they flew up to Portland to leave with me). Flying a long distance like that is like installing yourself into a small cardboard box complete with a few holes for breathing and only coming out 2-3 times to use a telephone booth size bathroom except it's less comfortable. We picked up our luggage and went through customs. Jessica's luggage was delayed in getting on the turn-table-thingie, so we had some anxiety filled time waiting for it. It finally arrived, much to everyone's relief. We were all blurry-eyed but managed to hail a cab to take us to our hotel. We stayed at the Armada Hotel in Manila near the waterfront. It was a lovely hotel inside, but the neighborhood outside was sketchy at best. The next day we took a bit of a walk along the waterfront and enjoyed it, but decided to take a cab most of the rest of the time we were there.

Its warm and humid in Manila, and not a big problem unless you want to expend some energy and get some exercise. Drinking water is a necessity, otherwise dehydration takes over quickly. Anyone who knows me knows I really enjoy my diet Coke. They only have Coke Light there, but I was able to adjust. Sometimes I just drank regular Coke. Crazy me.

I'm amazed at how little I really knew about the Philippines. Other than a few friends over the years and the great guys that owned the P.I. Market in Montalvo where we grew up, I had had limited interaction with Filipino people. What I discovered is this: they are kind, loving and helpful people. Generally speaking, they are a beautiful people. Almost everyone we came in contact with spoke some English. There is also Spanish and Tagalog (spelling?) spoken...oh and probably another hundred or more dialects! Most are Catholics or other Christian religions. Families are large and extended.

We spent the first few days adjusting to the time change and getting our bearings. We did a bit of site seeing and enjoyed that. We made a trek down to Lake Taal in the more south part of Luzon Island. In order to get the the point where I took the picture below, we had to take an outrigger boat across to the second Island/crater. It was about a half hour trip over VERY choppy water. We got soaked, but it was awesome. We arrived and then got onto horses to make the trek up the mountain. They were little horses, but seemed to be well suited to the terrain.  It was very dusty and windy and at one point I had to take my hat off and use it to breathe through. We made our way to the top of the mountain, taking about a half hour to get there. The view was magnificent. You could see the second crater, and that even has a small island in it! The trip down was bumpy (to say the least) because our horses wanted to get home for a snack! When we got back, we took the same boat back to the starting point. When I rinsed off my hands and face I was shocked to see mud come off! The combination of the wet trip over and the dusty wind made for some very dirty travelers. We were then served a great lunch and started back to Manila by hired car.

We enjoyed our time in Manila, but it was the means to an end. We wanted to see the 'real' Philippines, so Baguio was our next stop.

To be continued...

Jim...the Adventure Begins

(Guy in center of photo next to Jim photo-bombed)

Lake Taal - a crater lake within a crater lake with an island.

Has it been a year already???

Yikes, time flies! It's utterly amazing to me that so much happens in a year, yet when I go to write about it I'm at a loss for words.

Let's begin.

My newest grandson Kerrick was born this year. I was honored to be with Kerry and Jordan when the baby was born. It was an amazing experience I will remember always. I had never witnessed a birth besides my own children, and that was through a tiny mirror. This little guy is special (as are all my grandchildren…) and I love spending time with him and watching him grow and progress.

Kerry and Jordan sold their townhouse in August with the idea that they would buy another place quickly. Well, things happen and they ended up living with us in Salem for 4 months. They've since moved to a house in Battle Ground, Washington. I manage to get up there every week or so to visit and check in with the boss - Kerrick.

He is an adorable and sweet little boy. A big plus is that he seems to like me too! We have a lot of fun playing and every time I see him I'm stunned at what he's learned.

My daughter Amy had a scare this year. She found a suspicious mole that turned out to be Melanoma. So far so good. They believe that got it early and she goes in for regular checks. I'm thankful to the doctors that have treated her, and pray that they will continue to be diligent.

My son Steve was able to finally buy a house and moved in at Christmas time. I haven't seen the house yet, but hope to after I return from a trip to the Philippines I'm going on in a few weeks. I'll be traveling with my brother Jim and my grandniece Jessica. I think we will have a great time.

I think my spring will be busy. After the Philippines I want to go to California and see Steve's house and family, then to Austin Texas to see Kevin and his family. Kevin has been looking for a house, too and hopefully will get in one soon. He and Steve are both very handy so home improvements will be great fun for them. They both continue to work for Apple.

I get to visit with my friend Sandy often. It's still so cool to have found each other after all these years.

Time to get some sleep. Maybe I'll write again before next year!