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u I May 5, 2010 The Julian News 5 Banking Community Banking : Checking Savings Home Equity Business Banking ~2033 Main St., Julian I 765-2765 Member FDIC Rabobank Accounting - Tax Plannh g LUERS & DYER, CPAs, LLP CERTIFIED PUBLIC ACCOUNTANTS Income Tax and Accounting lull Service Firm Rebecca I4un-s, CPA Jan Dyer, CPA Personal attention to your special needs W~ltola Center 4367 ttwy. 78, Suite l 12 * PO, Box 1934 Julian, CA 9.9036 Tel: 760 765-0343 Fax: 760 765-0150 Email: JULIAN H [CAL SOCIETY ULIAN 760 765 1020 (ESTERYEAR Mothers Day Treat With "Way Back Then" Sunday Evening At Wynola As has become to norm, Wynola Pizza have another "Special Event" planned for Mothers Day, actually it will be the whole weekend. Wynola Pizza and the new 78 Bistro will feature a special for course full service meal all day Saturday and Sunday. This will be in addition to the regular Saturday and Sunday Barbecue, and their award winning pizza. Sunday Evening there will be a special Dinner and Music combo in the Red Barn starting at 6. The acoustic duo "Way Back Then" is comprised of Tony Tulenko and Mike Mosley. Tony and Mike have been playing together in various musical groups for the past 25 years and recently have started playing as a duo. Their music includes an eclectic mix of folk, acoustic, traditional American, and the slightly zany, played on guitar, mandolin, harmonica and upright bass. Their musical influences include: Bob Dylan, John Prine, John Harford, David Grisman and Tom Waits. au. hike Thoughts by Michele Harvey A Salute To My Mom My mom was born in Denver, Colorado. Her family moved to San Diego owhen she was six months old, where she grew up on Park Boulevard, just north of Balboa Park. When she was in high school, she played Tennis at the Balboa Park tennis courts, rowed at the San Diego Rowing Club, rode horses and sang in a band. My mom told me that when she was a child she contracted Polio. My aunt says otherwise. My mom suffered from asthma and congestive heart failure most of her life, so I think she may have had Rheumatic Fever when she was young; not Polio. Her memories of that time were of her mother making up a bed in the back seat of their car, so mom could lay there and watch the world outside, yet be cozy with her blankets and pillows. Other emories weren't good. My grandmother spent a lot of time at her women's club meetings and functions. Often coming home to an empty house after school; my mom felt like grandma's friends were more important than her own daughter. When mom was in college at San Diego State, she met four young men named Bob at a fraternity party. She only remembered their names because each was one of the four Bob's. Saying "Hi Bob." when seeing them, she really impressed one particular Bob, who later dated, then married her. While attending college, mom was in a horseback riding accident. She was riding on a road with steep embankments on either side of her. She, her horse and two moving cars going opposite directions, all ended up in the same place at the same time. The accident killed the horse, totaled both cars and crushed mom's leg. After many surgeries, six months in the hospital and two more years of rehabilitation, mom was back on her feet, but her dream of becoming a teacher ended. She told me that with 2 years of college behind her, then 2 1/2 years out of college, she would have to begin all over, and she couldn't do that. My dad Bob, was a San Diego police detective and in the Army Air Corps reserve. They got married on July 4th, 1943, on a forty-eight hour pass. Many of their friends gave them gasoline ration cards as wedding gifts, which they used on their honeymoon. In 1947. while dad was stationed near Dayton, Ohio, my sister was born. A little over three years later, in 1950, I was born in San Diego. In August of 1952, my dad went to Kadena, Okinawa as the commander of a B-29 bomber. The night of October 31st, dad's plane went down during a monsoon, within sight of his base. Dad and all but three crew members died. That same night, my brother was born at Mercy Hospital in San Diego. Mom's parents came to San Diego, not to help her, but instead, grandma tried to take us two girls away from mom, saying she couldn't care for three children. Fortunately, morn kept us all together and raised us by herself. I'm not certain when mom began working outside our home. I think it must have been soon after dad died because he was "declared missing for a year before he was declared dead, and mom couldn't get a widow's pension during that year. I remember that she worked in an aircraft plant, was the receptionist for Lemon Grove School District, then got a job with San Diego Gas and Electric, working her way up to executive secretary to the senior vice president. She always owned her own home and she was a terrific mother. Though mom had several boyfriends through the years; she never remarried. Dad was the love of hel: life and was irreplaceable. As mom raised us, she did her best to give her three children a good life. She took us camping; we spent many summer days at the beach and Saturday nights at the drive-in theater. Grandma told mom that she spoiled us, but I think mom tried to give us the loving childhood that she lacked. When I was six, we moved from San Diego to La Mesa. A five bedroom house with nearly an acre of land was our new home and it was always filled with laughter and lots of friends. Mom welcomed all of our friends and many still have good memories of my mom. When my high school friends returned from duty in Viet Nam; they often came to our house to visit with mom before going to their own parents. When mom retired, she and her high school boyfriend rekindled their friendship. He was in the midst of a divorce and so mom, being a very proper woman, didn't tell anyone about their picnics, shopping together for Christmas gifts, or any of the wonderful times they had together. The day his divorce was final, mom didn't hear from him and never heard from him again. Broken hearted, she found out months later that on the very day that he was free to have an open relationship with her; he died of a heart attack. Mom hadn't told us of her new love, so she couldn't share her heartbreak until months later. He died in the early summer of 1986 and mom died the following February. Her heart gave out and her diabetes was gaining momentum. I think she really died of a broken heart. I think it's difficult to find new love so late in life, and then have it snatched away. My memories of my mother are of love and laughter. There were times during my childhood when I felt left out. My sister got a new bedroom set and so did my brother. I never did. Mom's money ran out before my turn came. But I always knew my mom loved me. She would sit quietly for hours listening to my dreams and plans. She encouraged all of my efforts at anything I attempted and kept me on a long leash. Once when I was in high school, one of my off road buddies got stuck in his dad's truck on Cowles Mountain. At about 2 am, the phone calls went out for help. I got up and told my mom that I was going to help. Instead of telling me that I wasn't allowed to go out that late, she made hot chocolate for me to share with all who showed up. That was my mom. She's been gone since 1987, but stays with me. She taught us good manners. She taught us to dress for and respect our elders. She taught us to give to our communities and to help others in any way we can. She taught us the importance of a positive attitude and that success is in liking what we are doing, not what others think we should be doing. Many of my mother's dreams went unfulfilled, but she never gave up on her three children. College degree or not, she was still proud of us all. That was my mother and that s the woman I continue to love and to salute for being the best mom anyone ever had. Happy Mother's Day Mom! These are my thoughts. ! I Besides being a monarch and ruler of the empire, Queen Victoria was I ;ll~gtot;reap::her f nine children and filled 110 albums with family 2902 Washington Street Mon-Fri 8:30 to 6:00 and Sat 9:00 to 5:00 CLOSED on Sunday Progressively Old Fashioned Collectibles Gifts 211 ] Main Street In The Heart of Downtown Julian ..... ............ ~ ~!#~;i i~i~:; ~'~g~'~ ~I~ *~ ~nntest, N~ne~,~I~ The Pescadero Pickers Band Old School Blues At Bailey's Darrell "Hitman" Killingsworth, Steve Phillips, Dennis Dobler, not pictured is newest member Tommy Sanchez This Saturday night The with his group, The Inmates. The Bailey Nightclub will feature an Inmates was one of a handful of evening of classic blues; Stevie bands that played San Diego's Ray Vaughn, BB King, Clarence large dance venues popular "Gatemouth" Brown, Howlin' at that time; the War Memorial Wolf, Muddy Waters, and theBuilding in Balboa Park, San like. We are also big fans of Jimi Diego State College, UCSD Hendrix, the Doors, Chuck Berry, Elliot, OB and Santa Clara Rec. and many other 1960-70-ish Centers, and others. rockers. Finally, we do a handful The Inmates teamed with of originals to round out the sets. Long programs of pure blues formulae get monotonous for some folks. For this reason, we have been known to throw in some stuff completely out of left field every now and then; kind of a palate cleanser for the ears. Sometimes we go back to our roots and grind out a couple of Ventures surf instrumental tunes, or pull out the accordion and do a polka. Steve Phillips grew up in Ocean Beach, and entered the local music scene in the late 1960s'- songwriter June Jackson, and recorded in LA in 1967-68. Their single "This is the Day" on the Kopit label made local top-40 charts in many outlying markets. The Viet Nam draft effectively put an end'to the Inmates in 1968-69. All members of the band survived the war, but never played together again. Dennis Dobler grew up in the same neighborhood as Steve, and graduated from Point Loma High School one year earlier, in 1963. Although Dennis and continued on page 13