From Iron Mountain at sunset.

Sunday, December 27, 2015

A major hike in Poway for Ellie and Benny plus a few other experiences.


The avant garde colony for budding artists. Before hiking, one has to instill a cultural flavor into the young minds. Who better than the deans of modern culture!



More modern culture as the kids are entranced as they take a ride at the 'Chuck'.



Take my hand, Gaga, you are my security in the wild...alternatively, could you let me have a buck.



Gaga introduces the kids to the birds...their parents can introduce the bees.



Is it one clown or three?



"I'm scared, Papa," says Benny while Ellie shows her mettle.



Meanwhile Papa takes advantage of the situation to hug his precious little girl.



The gang hits the beach at Lake Poway while wondering from where their next snack will arise.



Taking on the toughest trail in California. Notice Benny found a hiking stick and became rather dangerous as his dexterity was somewhat challenged.



'Feed the birds, tuppence a bag.' or "I talk to the trees...birds."



"The way I see it, Benny, is that you need to be a little tougher with your folks and rather ease up on Gaga and Papa."



Real fear...



Can you feel the love for those two through the camera?



Benny does a 'duck' as the birds are about to become 'hostile'.



Cheers,


Jenni and Jeffrey

Wednesday, November 18, 2015

Hiking to Texas...can't wait to hike back from Texas.

A few of the family. Gavin has posted many other shots. Sandy, Justin and Carol, Basil and Mom. ( See notes about Basil below.)

‘How Y’all doing?’

We recaptured our Texan accents almost immediately upon arriving in this big and bold state as well as the
odd turn of phrase.
“We’re running late,” I motioned to the editor to speed things up.
She replied, “I’m fixin’ to get ready.” I did not know anything was broken at that stage.

We reached Dallas, Texas, our turn-around point of Hike-about 24 but not before enjoying a wonderful simcha.
Samantha, the daughter of Jody and Charles Norton (Frysh), celebrated her bat mitzvah which began for guests on Friday evening
and ended early Sunday afternoon. Of course, there were periods where we were able to grab some shut-eye as well as refrain
from eating, even for a short while. What’s with this fetish for food? I’m sorry I asked. Who am I to challenge an old
tradition? Some things never go out of fashion. Pass me another bagel, please.

We debate philosophical issues but Ellie tires quickly.

Granny Ruth, who is my mother rather than grandmother, arrived from South Africa for the occasion. At her sprightly
age of … years, she was one of the stars of the weekend. She is the last remaining member of her generation of the Lazarow,
Ludman, Segell and Cohen clans. Fortunately, she looks strong and healthy and has not lost her strictness with her
elder son. Pity!

The speeches of Jody and Charles, followed by that of Samantha, were superb and should be considered the highlight
of the weekend together with Samantha’s leading of the service. For technical reasons, Jen and I did not make the shul
service but we read the speeches thereafter. Wow!

Gaga and the guys

We missed playing 'silly buggers'.



For the Lazarow family, it was very special but for other reasons. Every member of the family including Shelby,
that’s Robbie’s true love, attended. Shelby’s doing a test run on the family. Gavin arrived from Seattle, Robbie from
San Francisco area, Natalie and Anthony—San Diego, Fiona and Mark from Plano, their daughter Jade, close to graduating, from
Fort Worth, as well as son Justin, now residing in San Diego. He obviously misses Aunt Jenni terribly and so relocated. Rumor has
it that it might have something to do with post-graduate study.

However, the real stars of the show were Miss Ellie and Master Benny. We had not seen them since the end of September
so it was a big treat for us.

My favorite girl under 63 years.

One has to understand there is something deep going on here. They say ’two hats are better than one’. When we
are with Benny, I just know he’s going to take my hat so I should always have two. However, what you see is more than just
a hat. Under the hat is a yoyo balancing on his head but supported by said hat. The string hanging down and over his face is
from the yoyo. Now when I understand the deep significance of this expression of a three-year old I’ll be sure to let you know.


The reception proved to be an elaborate affair where all seemed to enjoy themselves. The luckiest guy of the lot
was the DJ. He had his ears covered and was not forced to hear the pounding coming from the boom boxes. In addition, I learned
so much about being a DJ from him that the field is wide open for us. We’re always on the lookout for an opportunity; I have
to keep the editor in boots, hats and on mountains. The trick in the business seems to be: Play loud music so people
cannot converse, sell earplugs on the side and utter the following phrases constantly so people reach levels of ecstasy: “Put your
arms in the air”; “Are we having fun?” and “ I see you”. I think I could do that with a little practice.

Typical of life, not everything works out well. We were with cousins Carol and Basil. Both have struggled with
health issues but Basil is being tested in a cruel way. We plead for respite and improving health.

Ellie struts down the runway.

Cost an ice-cream to get the hat back.

On a positive note, the maternal grandparents Sandra (Cohen) and Howard Frysh complemented the younger hosts
with their usual aplomb. The Nortons (senior) were wonderful hosts, too with Mrs. Norton reminding us of what many people say
to us—we love your accents.

We met friends from many years back, Susan and Jeff Peiper. They are locals whom we were very friendly with when
we lived in Dallas. In the last twenty-six years, Susan has aged about three-days. As for Jeff, a gentleman always remains one—so
few of those remaining today.

Lynda Lotz, a friend from our days when Gavin was in pre-school, continues to inspire us. She is currently
bringing up her four grandchildren. Although Linda’s feet are much smaller than mine, I could never fill her shoes.

We hear the mountains calling…(John Muir)

Cheers,


Jenni and Jeffrey

A Gaggle...giggle of Lazarows: Jeffrey, Justin, Gavin, Robbie and Mark.


Three of Lynda's grandchildren: Jade, Craig and Alissa. John was busy. (Mom sits on the side.)


Susan and Jeff Peiper.



Apologies for too many photos of one of the spouses but Jenni controls the 'people' camera.

Monday, September 28, 2015

The "greatest illusionist" of all time or perhaps, not.

After a number of weeks enjoying two precious gems, our time is drawing close to returning to the mountains for a while. In the meantime, we discovered a number of new games, ideas and general silliness which raised/lowered our activities to new heights/lows respectively. We give the reader, and the kids, an opportunity to select the appropriate word.

First illusion which has been termed, using a well known South African high-English expression, "Silly Buggers". Our Props: Two grey bins. Two kids aged six and three, completely innocent before being delivered to their maternal grandparents.


An empty bin is carried in from the kitchen as witnessed by Gaga and Ellie.


Voila! How is that possible?


"Ellie, should I be worried?" Benny asks, on his ride at 'Chucky'.


The illusionist is on a roll. Another two empty bins arrive from the kitchen.


Even the 'Great Gaga' appears to be a skeptic.


Not just one but two children. How does he do it? Amazing! People from all over the world are wondering. Hmm!


Kids accept, reluctantly, an offer of ice cream to keep grandparents happy.


Time-out for Benno. This is indeed a 'tough school'.


"Okay, you play your cards right and no more time-outs today...actually, ever."


"I think Gaga went that way...no, maybe the other way."


'The gorilla part comes from the other side of the family...can't be us, can it?'


"Anyone seen Ellie?"


Cheers,


Jenni and Jeffrey

Wednesday, January 21, 2015

Out and about with the 'kids.



It was time for the annual MLK day of adventure, excitement and wearing-down of Gaga and Papa. This is a long tradition stretching back...actually, it was the first time, not the wearing-out part, though. We, the grandparents, are now in training for next year's extravaganza. We got off to a fine start when Ben began shouting, "Ducks, bread...Mommy where's bread?" We intended heading out to Lake Poway to play, feed, wet and view the birds. This would be followed by action at the playground and then a grandparent's nightmare, Chuck-e-Cheese (nearly kidding). The highlight of the day would be a climactic handover of the kids to Mom. What a treat!

Then the trouble began. Ben, who is not yet two-and-a-half, decided he would drive. The funny part is that we are not kidding. We called his bluff. He got into the front seat, inserted the key into the ignition and turned it. The radio came on and he looked ready for action. After a couple of minutes, we mentioned it was time to get into his car seat. That's when the 'snot and trane' began (heavy tears). What was he thinking? In a sense, he really expected to be driving. Just because he uses a High Pad (I-pad) does not mean that he can drive, surely? Are we too strict as grandparents? Do we hear a mountain calling?




"Will you hurry up folks!" Who's taking who for a ride?



"Where the heck does key go? Mommy's car not have key." (Ellie is very patient with her brother.)



Ellie displays her improving skills, um...amongst other things.




Identical expressions?




Some mountaineering skills.



Gaga showing signs of fatigue although the day is still young.




Pals taking a ride together.



That has to be Chucky over there. Who is more excited?





On the way home, Ben scores with a hat trick.



Ellie feeds the ducks, Ben feeds himself.


G-d bless them!


Cheers,

Jenni and Jeffrey