I have one sister and one brother. Here they are: Kathy and Gary playing pool in
Dad's basement in Prescott, Arizona. It was a special weekend. We hadn't all been together in I-don't-know-how-many years. We all visited Dad this weekend and we had a great time being together. I'm only putting this one photo up tonight, but that weekend we also went to the zoo and just sat around their house with the beautiful panoramic view joking a lot and enjoying each other's company in a way that hadn't been possible for a long time. It was a bittersweet time - mellow and nice, but with a sense that it wasn't going to happen this way again, because Dad had Alzheimer's and was clearly getting worse. He was still well enough on this visit to play pool (without too much attention to the rules) and to laugh and have a good time with us. He always enjoyed good humor - gentle, funny, and not too much poking fun at anyone. Anyway, that weekend was special.
On the left is Dad in the foreground and Gary behind him. Kathy is on the right. This is their living room with the front door at ground level and the hillside sloping steeply away so the side of the room opposite the front door goes out onto a high deck overlooking the trees and the valley.
In the mirror you can see Lois's back in the pink robe and someone who had come in. I don't think that was Kathy. The yellow-trimmed quilt is one I bought for Dad in Palisade. It has trout on it, and he always enjoyed fishing. I thought it would be nice and cheerful during his illness.
I'll put up a few more pictures from this visit eventually, but I regret there aren't any really good ones of the PEOPLE. For some reason, it's so hard for me to take them. I'm going to work on that in the next phase of my life - more people pictures.
Sheryl
September 27, 2008
February 2009: I'm adding a couple more pix of the basement, where I felt comfortable. On some visits I slept on the floor on a mattress, and on other visits in the guest room down there. It was roomy and there was a small deck out back. I liked the pool table, which had come with the house because nobody could figure out how to remove it. Dad grew up with a pool table in Corona. They had a family of four kids, and there were usually cousins around.
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On April 8th as he was driving from Phoenix to Tuba City for the last part of his Amizade Adventure, Lee detoured to Prescott to take photos for me of the mausoleum where Dad's ashes are interred. I've been there, but he wanted to take some photos for me. I couldn't remember the exact location, although I knew what the place looked like, so I found it on Google Earth and directed Lee there by phone. It was a fun way to find it.
The trees and plants have gotten bigger since I was there last, although it still looks bare to me. Lee talked with the pastors (both women), and Pastor Carol said they'd look into tidying the place up and making it look more cared-for. She said there had been a wind-storm recently, but the fountain looked abandoned, etc.
The mausoleum is between the two church buildings, and this side is facing the street.
Dad's plaque is the third one from the left (2nd row down).
This photo was taken from the church walkway on the 2nd level.
From the other side. Across South Summit Avenue is the historical park.
The United Methodist Church, Prescott, Arizona.
The church entrance is on the parking lot, while the back of the church faces the street across from the park.
Springtime.
A view of the park from the garden with the mausoleum.
