Archive for November, 2014




Probably like many Americans, I’m spending some time today thinking about the things that make me thankful, like the joy of living in this country, living in peace,  being able to go outdoors without fear of bombs or shootings or hurricanes or mudslides or sinkholes or rattlesnakes or black widow spiders. Sometimes it’s the small things we’re really thankful for. (Like the absence of aforementioned spiders.)

I am thankful for my two cats, my electric blanket, my own washer and dryer so I don’t have to hang out in creepy laundromats, and my car that quite often gets me from here to there. I’m thankful for music and good radio programs and a safe home and grateful that I am healthy and mostly retired with an adequate income. I’m grateful for Wisconsin auctions. Bliss!


I’m grateful for the bigger things, too. On Saturday evening I went to a family potluck dinner and was thankful to have so large an extended family, and that we all get along (or if we don’t, we don’t make noisy issues of it) and thankful for my four beautiful and sweet great nieces, Gabriella, Josephine (JoJo), Madison and Harper. Grateful that two more are on the way, too!

Of course grateful for my sisters and for my wonderful friends, whether near or far. Grateful for the little surprises that life hands us, almost always on a daily basis if we’re willing to look for them. I’m thankful for turkey and sage dressing and mashed potatoes and gravy. And pie and coffee.

Here’s one of my favorite Thanksgiving photos, taken last year at the home of now far-away friends. I call it gravy fail. It makes me laugh every time I see it. Thanks, Jerry, for sometimes being klutzy, but also for always knowing how to save the day.


Thankful, too, for my few but loyal readers. Happy Thanksgiving to you all!


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Phoebe Snow / Majesty of Life


PhoebeSnow-01-bigI’ve been a fan of Phoebe Snow since I first heard “Poetry Man” so many years ago. In the 70s, I began buying her albums when I could afford them, and each one seemed better than the last. To this day, she’s one of my favorite singer/songwriters.

Phoebe died of congestive heart failure in 2011 at the age of 60. How I miss her. I’m sure many others do, too.

I can’t say I have a favorite PS song, because every song of hers is a favorite. But I’m listening to “Majesty of Life” an awful lot these days, and the words resonate at this time of my life. Here are some lines from a beautiful thought:

Oh, majesty of life, please don’t escape me
It’s getting later and the window shades are drawn
I’m not the best that I can be and I’m trying to wait and see
What can happen to a girl in her hometown

And oh, the wilderness
The unmade bed, the aching head
And oh, the graying afternoon
The diary that ends too soon

Oh sweet belief in love, I know you’re somewhere
No love is perfect but a true one must exist
It’s getting farther down the year, I hope my autumn eyes will clear
And let me recognize his soul when we have kissed…

If you don’t have the album, it would be easy enough to find the song online. It’s a mournful, hopeful, wistful song about life and love and the passage of time. But mostly about hope, which springs eternal, even on these gray days of almost-winter.

Read more: Phoebe Snow – Majesty Of Life Lyrics | MetroLyrics 



Auction at Turk’s Inn


Does anyone remember Turk’s Inn, the lavishly outdated (but fun) Turkish restaurant on Hwy 63 in Hayward?


Built by the George Gogian family 1937, the restaurant featured lamb dishes, shish kebobs, stuff grape leaves, rice pilaf dishes, baklava and more. The bar was a living tribute to any liquor ever created. Because of my family’s middle eastern background, we ate at Turk’s on various occasions, and always enjoyed the trip. In 1966, I worked in the kitchen at Ross’s Teal Lake Lodge in Hayward, and on some weekends I would join the staff on a trip to Turk’s for dinner. The Gogians have died off, and the restaurant is now closed. (I heard it was bought by a new owner, and I’m hoping they’ll revive the Turk’s menu)



The Gogian home, next to the restaurant:


A blurry old photo of the Gogian family:


On July 26th, my sister Kim and I went to an auction of some of the Turk’s belongings. Because they had traveled the world and collected so many things, and kept everything they owned, this was part of a series of Turk’s auctions. The daughter, Marge, had once been a model in New York, and dozens of her gowns and shoes and coats had been sold earlier. Lots of liquor and clothing and restaurant equipment had been sold already, but the rest of the estate is still on the block.


Oh, fooey.

I started writing that story in July, and it has been sitting on my desktop all this time because I couldn’t do justice to the family OR the auction. But today (four months later, and snowy) I feel forced to just post some pictures of this wonderful day. It was July. It was hot. There was so much stuff to look at that it was almost overwhelming.

I wanted this peacock. I was trying to figure out if it would fit in my car when it was suddenly sold for $15 to a lady from Colorado. I hope she’s enjoying it. I hope she had to buy a special ticket for it on the plane, too:


Since there was no Gogian family left, they had asked that proceeds from their estate go be donated to Hayward High School. A bunch of Hayward students worked at the auction, carrying items around to show the buyers. Some of the items were nude paintings, which made the boys blush. It was just like 1954! Here’s a nice kid carrying around MY peacock, who now lives in Colorado. (The bird, not the boy.)


Here’s Cowboy Dave, a favorite of Wisconsin auction-goers. At least he’s one of mine.
Here’s a bunch of butts. It was a hot day. I’ve never taken a photography class. (Shocking, I know.)
The  Queen of “Make Your Own Parking Space” strikes again!
And just to wrap this up, so I can get all these photos off my desktop, here are some of the many things for sale.
Just so ya know.
Chairs from the dining room were being sold for $1 each. I bought the one I was sitting on. I carried it all over the auction that day. It was my favorite purchase. Possibly my only one, since memory now fails me.
This very last photo refuses to download. (Upload?) Picture, if you will, a black and red restaurant chair.
Thank you. Thank you very much.