Category Archives: Americana

Traveling with The Cousins

Americana, Photography

Cousin trip-2229-2

This year, The Cousins get together was at Michele and Claudia’s family cabin at Squaw Valley. That was great because it gave Claudia a chance to show off some of her world and Fred to show off Lake Tahoe. I have been looking forward to it, not only because I was able to attend, but it also gave me a chance to show the Europeans a part of North America I figured they wouldn’t otherwise see. It turned out that the trip was different than I expected.

One of the things that I didn’t expect was how much the Europeans knew about the United States and California. I picked Cousin Marion, from southwestern France, at the airport. While we were driving up to Tahoe, she mentioned that she had photographed our governor, Jerry Brown, when he was in Africa with Linda Ronstadt. I was shocked that she knew he was our governor again. A Cousin from Germany was an Americophile and he has seen more of the United States than I have. Cousin Fred wanted to show the other cousins Lake Tahoe but almost everybody had already seen it. But nobody had been to Gerlach or Mono Lake which was where I wanted to take them.

We all arrived on Thursday and on Friday we went up Donner Pass, had lunch, and visited the Emigrant Trail Museum in Donner Memorial State Park. Then most of the group opted for a nap. The German, Americophile, Christian – it is a long story and not mine to tell – remembered seeing Lake Tahoe on a bus trip when he was an exchange student in highschool. He very much wanted to see it again, so several of us, deducing that it was from the Mt. Rose highway decided to find the view point. After lots of false views, we finally found it.

Cousins-1839

I have looked across Tahoe hundreds of times and this time the air was as opaque as I have ever seen it. I don’t remember ever not being able to see across the lake (Tahoe is at 6000 feet, so typically it has brilliantly clear views across the lake like that from a year ago).

Cousins-1652

This year, the lake was socked-in by the Rim Fire near Yosemite (although Donner had been clear earlier).  Saturday was the day when most of the family would be in town and we celebrated with a boat trip. The haze and smoke was even worse than Friday but everybody had a good time and I got some smoky pictures.

Cousins-1908

Travels-1951

Travels-1955The next day we went to Sugar Pine Point State Park where a couple of us toured the  Isaias Hellman mansion and several others took the opportunity to go swimming.

Travels-2037

Travels-2080

The water was reputed to be much warmer than usual, I wouldn’t know.

Monday was the day I had been looking forward to because I got to take the group to Mike Moore’s place at Wall Spring in the Smoke Creek Desert. My plan was to go via a rout Mike had touted, Truckee to Sierraville, Doyle, and then Sand Pass into the Smoke Creek. At our first stop, Sierraville – now looking at the trip through new eyes because I was with a group of ferriners – the first thing I noticed was all the American flags. I find all these flags a little strange – OK, more than a little – in that this is Red California. This is the kind of place that votes Republican and wants the Federal Government – the government that these flags represent – out of their lives. (In the bay Area, where we don’t see many flags, outside of public buildings, we want the Federal Government in our lives.)

Travels-2086

Driving around the Sierra Valley is always a nice prelude to the desert to come and, to me at least, is quintessentially American West.

Travels--2

Leaving Doyle, California, where everybody wanted to make one last bathroom stop, we cross a small stream and finally enter the Nevada desert (and it is only a couple of hundred miles east of where we live). Entering Nevada is typically marked by a big billboard and, usually a casino, but here the border is just marked by a small sign back to back with an entering California sign for people going the other way. Usually I am driving about 60 or 70 miles per hour down these roads because I am trying to get somewhere and, of course, I am late. Driving at anything over 50 takes concentration on a gravel road, so I only get the general layout of the land but miss many of the details I am seeing now that we are driving much slower. We even saw a couple of real cowboys and burros – probably abandoned by miners years ago – which pleased everyone including me.

Travels-2106

Travels-2108

Travels-2113

Travels-2121

Travels-2115

We finally got to Sand Pass and looked down on the Smoke Creek Desert. The spaces are immense.

Travels-2117

After running along the Smoke Creek Desert for 30 or 40 miles, we get to Wall Spring. It is an intimate  oasis and a great place to have lunch.

Travels-4

Travels--2

Travels-2125

As the shadows get long, we reluctantly pack up and drive past the Black Rock Playa, then south through the Lake Winnemucca basin. The lake is dry because much of the Truckee River, which used to flow into both it and Pyramid Lake, has been diverted by various irrigation projects. Now all that remains are old beaches and tufa towers that may have the oldest petroglyphs in North America.

Travels-2146

Travels-0466

Travels-0492

Travels-0506

Travels-0500

We end our trip at a rest stop overlooking Pyramid Lake as the day ended.

Travels-2152

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

America’s Cup and the home team

Americana, Around home

America's Cup-2385Ed Dieden and I went to San Francisco, today, to watch the America’s Cup. It was interesting but the America’s Cup is one of those sports that work better on television. I thought that by going, we would be able to catch the energy of the crowd. Maybe at the finish line but not at Crissy Field where we were.

First, the crowd is pretty spread out compared to stadium or, even, a car race.

America's Cup-2395

America's Cup-2435-2

Second, because we are almost always looking at the race at an angle and it was hard to tell who was ahead.

America's Cup-2414

America's Cup-2450

America's Cup-2447

The easiest way was to ask the guy watching it on his iPad.

America's Cup-2422

 

He also had an American flag and lots of people seemed to be rooting for a team. I think that the New Zealand Team is actually from New Zealand, but the American team is mostly from Australia (although the guy with the iPad did say that the American team did have one American, from Newport). I am not a big Larry Ellison fan but, almost against my will, I did find myself rooting for the American team. I like to think that it was because they are the underdogs at this point but, really, I think it was just because they have an American flag on their saily thing. Very strange.

By the way, the Americans won both  races today so they have now tied the series after being behind by enough so that everybody thought they were dead. Who ever wins tomorrow will win the Cup. I can hardly wait to see it on TV.

 

 

 

 

Michele’s Cousin’s get together

Americana, Family, Food and Drink

Cousins-1800

When I was growing up. my family didn’t much talk about the Holocaust and I have since learned that, at the time, almost nobody did. Out of shame, I think. On the Jewish side, shame that they let the catastrophe – Shoah – happen to them (although, of course, they really didn’t). On the German’s side, shame that they had let themselves become such monsters (although, of course, not all of them were). On everybody’s else’s side, shame that they were passive bystanders (although, of course, in the end, they weren’t). However for much of Michele’s long lost, just found, family – collectively known as The Cousins – the Shoah was the center of their lives.

Michele’s father, Kurt, got out of Europe before the war with, apparently, the help of his – then -wife’s family. They bought him a ticket to the United States where he joined the US Army, watched Europe convulse from the safety of the Aleutian Islands, divorced, changed into a lapsed Catholic named Kurt von Henriksberg from Belgium, remarried, became a photographer and, then, an American success story as Kurt Heath, the developer. In the process, he left his family behind with his old life.

Michele grew up wondering why all of her Catholic  father’s stories didn’t quite line up. So, after Kurt died and after she read and reread his self-written obituary, after she obtained his Social Security application and found out Kurt’s real name was Hoenigsberg, Michele went to the Internet. There she found a family tree that had a branch almost the same as the family Kurt talked about. One of the family, Fred Hilsenrath – in suspenders above – even lived nearby. Michele called him and to see if he was related to her father, while he doubted they were related, he invited us over for dinner (just like Kurt would have done). That was the first clue, the second was their matching accents, and the third was a picture that Claudia brought of their grandfather that was taken in Fred’s home town in Romania.

I had the honor of spending some time with this family at a get together organized by Fred and Michele’s sister, Claudia. In a curious way, I felt very much at home with them. Michele’s cousins give the impression of being closer to my father’s family of my childhood than they do to any part of Michele’s family that I have known.

There is an observational joke sometime attributed to Israel’s first Prime Minister, David Ben Gurion, who said For every two Jews, there are three opinions. In many ways that is the core of  the Jewish intellectual legacy. I have been told that it is much of what the Talmud is about and it seems to be the core of both this family and what I remember of my family growing up. Some of my fondest memories of my father – and mother, for that matter – are arguments. Arguments over Dred Scott v. Sandford or the desirability of a tram to the top of Mt. San Jacinto with my dad; here, arguments over Israel or affordable health care. There were more than two Jews at the reunion – and because this is a modern family, and much of it, a modern American family, there were more than just Jews – and many more than three opinions.

Cousins-2007

There was also time for more than arguing and discussing the world at the reunion, there was time to eat – lots of time to eat – Cousins-1863

Family-1872

Cousins-2021

Cousins-2132

There was time to visit with grandchildren,

Cousins-1933

time to tell stories, and take photographs.

Cousins-1797

Cousins-1856

Cousins-1889

At the end of the day, there was time to drink a toast to life, to resilience, and to family.

Cousins-2161

 

 

 

A couple of thoughts while going to the movies

Americana, Film

1

We saw Elysium over the weekend and I enjoyed it. As Anthony Lane says in The New Yorker, At last, a good big film….here is something angry and alive, at least until until we tried to make sense of it while driving home. Then it all sort of fell apart. Michele would say Wait a minute, why did they….and I would have no answer.

But during the movie, sitting in the dark, it is engrossing and believable. It is bright and fast and very, very, alive as well as Matt Damon being the perfect everyman for the part. One little bit that made me chuckle was the bad guy’s personal space shuttle was a Bugatti. And it had the gestalt of a Bugatti. As a matter of fact, one of the reasons that the movie worked so well, is that it felt so real, just like the director’s previous movie, District 9.

Going in, we passed a long line of people waiting to see Lee Daniels The Butler and going out, we saw a long line waiting to see Instructions not included, a movie I had never heard of. Elysium had a – probably – majority Hispanic cast and, I found out after I got home Instructions not included is a movie, in Spanish – or mostly Spanish – about guy from Acapulco. I read somewhere that Pacific Rim was filmed to cater to the Asian market. No wonder that the bigots are going crazy, they are losing.

One of the things that appeals to me about Elysium is the director, Neill Blomkamp. Not Neill Blomkamp, per se, but Neill Blomkamp the idea of what is good about Hollywood, or Southern California, if you prefer. A couple of years ago, he was nobody, he made a two minute movie, a four minute movie, after that a six minute movie, finally a fifteen minute movie – no kidding – then District 9.  District 9 was a hit and Hollywood gave him about $110,000,000 to make  Elysium. No where else, that I can think of, is that possible.

Before and after watching Elysium on the big screen, we watched Che on the little screen. Or, more accurately, I watched the first half of Che before Elysium and then I re-watched it with Michele. Che is by Steven Soderbergh, another guy who came out of nowhere. He made a fifteen minute film about sex to interest investors for his full length film Sex, Lies & Videotape (also about sex, duh!).

Sex, Lies & Videotape made about $24,741,700 on an investment of $1,200,000 and Soderbergh was off and running, cranking out an Ocean’s Eleven or Twelve every time he needed money to make a Bubble or a Che. Che is hugely ambitious and can be seen as either one four and an half hour film or two two hour films depending on how you want to watch it. I went for the bifurcated version and have only seen the first half so far. It is a a slow, almost zen meditation on guerrilla war. For a long time it seems to go nowhere and then I began to realize that it was subtly pulling me along a path that I hadn’t realized I was on.

The photography – in the jungle especially – is one of the main characters. Benicio Del Torro is Che and his performance is an understated tour de force.  I can not imagine two movies more different than Elysium and Che, they are both very worth seeing but, for me Che is the more powerful and memorable.

che-part-2-guerrilla-8

 

Syria

Americana, War

Feeling lucky? I read a couple of days ago that only about nine percent of the American public wants us to get into a war over Syria. Count me in the other 93% on this one. It is easy to say that Americans are tired of war, and we are, but there also seems to be a no plan problem here. How does a Syrian intervention fit into our overall Middle Eastern Strategy? Oh, and by the way, what is out overall Middle Eastern Strategy?

According to Reuters, The United States made clear on Friday that it would punish Syrian President Bashar al-Assad for the “brutal and flagrant” chemical weapons attack that it says killed more than 1,400 people in Damascus last week. What wasn’t made clear is that any punishing of Bashar al-Assad is really punishing someone else. By killing them, or trying to kill them.

If revenge is a dish best served cold, punishment is a dish best served hot. The longer we wait, the less it seems like there is a connection between what we are doing and what Syria did.

Obama said yesterday that we have to attack Assad, because our credibility is on the line. In other words, he is saying we are going to to destroy stuff in Syria and kill people in Syria for reasons that have nothing to do with Syria. It is now because our credibility is on the line. If our reason becomes about us, it really is not legitimate. The only legitimate reason for bombing Syria is to save Syrian lives and suffering. Bombing to save face isn’t bombing Syria to help its people.

It also seems to me that if we threaten to bomb somebody next time it,  it would still be a threat even if we didn’t bomb this time. It still would depend on the circumstances.