In those days once I heard the word Paradise it meant one thing a lot totally different to me than it did to most individuals. It meant that previous home on Sundown Method beneath the deep oak timber, with the dogwoods blooming underneath and the bottom thick with poison oak. It meant Whiskey Flats on a scorching summer time day and the serpentine rocks. It meant the place the place we lived as soon as with the O’Rourkes. It meant the Polivkas and their home. It meant sitting down in the Polivkas house and listening Jaro converse together with his thick Czech accent and his sluggish, deliberate speech. It additionally meant seeing Betty and her latest artwork tasks.

They lived about an hour and a half away and my mother and father nonetheless owned that house on Sundown Means which they rented out. I feel it was Betty that received my mom so fascinated with art. My mom was what I think about to be permanent beginner when it came to artwork. Not necessarily a nasty thing but definitely not a solution to impress others. All the time the scholar and by no means the instructor. And Betty was her instructor if anyone was. I’m unsure how much of the attraction that surrounded their house in Paradise was attributable to Betty and the way much to Jaro. When my mother and father went to visit their associates they took me and my little brother Andrew together with them…I often hated visiting their associates. There was the long conversations which didn’t embrace us. They seemed to go on ceaselessly while me and Andrew tried not to be bored. It was worse if there have been youngsters our age; all the time that awkwardness being thrown collectively, regardless that by the top of the visit we have been often having enjoyable.

However going to the Polivka’s house was something I seemed ahead to. It was like getting into a unique actuality, a type of mysterious realm which hinted at some sort of esoteric information. There was so much to take a look at and discover. Most of my mother and father’ associates houses have been very ordered and boring for probably the most half. But the Polivka’s house had a very natural and chaotic quality to it. As if it was one thing that had grown up out of the earth and then furnished by means of inspiration. It also had an enormous yard surrounding which provided infinite prospects for exploration.

They did have youngsters but they have been so much older, they have been actually adults to us. This was one of the things that was so distinctive concerning the Polivka’s. Their youngsters weren’t ruled by the same algorithm as different families. Their youngsters did not have the traditional oppositional relationship with their mother and father that the majority youngsters have whilst adults. They have been quite completely satisfied sitting down and having an clever dialog with their mother and father, with other adults within the room. There was also the unspoken assumption that Andrew and I have been a part of this principally grownup conversation. Once we spoke we have been listened to and questions have been requested of us at occasions. We were not condescended to, ignored and shunted off into another room as we often have been.

We would go away from Truthful Oaks within the morning, my mother and father all the time acquired an early start. Then we might make our ritual cease on the Dairy Queen in Marysville for an ice cream. Once we drove into Paradise I might attempt to select sights I still remembered from once I lived there as a five yr previous: my previous kindergarten, the home where the O’Rourkes lived, the Shell Station with the massive Green Stamps signal. That Shell Station was across the street from where my mother was parked on a small incline, leaving my little brother and I alone in the automotive very briefly. My little brother launched the parking brake and we rolled again into some type of wall .

Often we might cease by the home on Sunset Method before going to the Polivka’s. That home was underneath a thick canopy of tall oaks, dogwoods and various timber. Once we turned off the primary street and drove downhill on a mud street full of potholes. It was the higher finish of a deep darkish ravine, thick with timber. There were numerous roughly built homes down this street, spaced a long way apart. Mrs. Jones, my first babysitter lived down this street. My mom advised us that her grandson was killed by a white shark when he was swimming off of Stinson’s Seashore. Andrew and I even discovered an article about it in a e-book we owned. Her son was on the seashore together with his girlfriend when he determined to take a swim out past the breakers. His girlfriend was on the seashore whereas he was in the water swimming, when she saw that he was hit by the shark. Ignoring the hazard she swum out and pulled him again to shore. He was bleeding profusely and didn’t survive for long. The girlfriend acquired an honorary medal of bravery from President Kennedy.

This was how I remembered the story, however after talking with Peter just lately, he remembered it slightly in a different way. He remembered that it was the seashore close to the Golden Gate Bridge and he didn’t keep in mind the girlfriend swimming out to aim a rescue. Also it will have been before Kennedy was president so he wouldn’t have given her a medal. So I attempted to discover a document of it on the web and positive enough Peter was right, it was Baker Seashore close to the Golden Gate not Stinson’s Seashore which is far further north. Here is a hyperlink to a news article from the time Might 7th 1959. The girlfriend did obtain some sort of medal from President Kennedy a number of years later, but they have been swimming together when the assault occurred.

My mom all the time warned Andrew and me never to say this incident in entrance of Mrs. Jones…we never did.

Mrs. Jone’s home had two handmade cement posts out entrance with dozens of beautiful marbles set into the cement. My eyes have been all the time drawn to those marbles, they seemed like such an embarrassment of riches. Additionally she had an extended wraparound display porch, that was dingy and uninviting, though she stored a set of oddities again there. One in every of these oddities was quite a few giant paper hornets’ nests, which I wasn’t positive had been utterly deserted. One other factor I keep in mind about that home, was watching “Yellow Submarine” on her smallish shade TV. I keep in mind discovering it chaotic and barely disturbing.

House on Sunset Approach “Before”. Circa 1954.

Home on Sundown Method “After” (My Dad’s Harley within the Foreground) circa 1954.

I didn’t realize it on the time but our house on Sundown Means was truly the primary house Jaro and Betty lived in while in Paradise. The two couples had met a number of years before. My Dad and Jaro both worked on the Board of Reclamation in Chico however they both lived in Paradise, a short commute. My Dad would have been about 26 and Jaro a number of years older. Betty and Jaro would have already had three youngsters by that point. The 2 males received along collectively quite nicely, as did Betty and my mother. My mom and Betty used to go “Whiskey Flats” collectively, a small swimming hole on a branch of the Feather River. They might drive their youngsters down a somewhat treacherous street to the river. It is where I discovered to swim, as well as my two older siblings.

It turned out Jaro had built an addition to the home on Sundown Approach. Development was not his career (he was a mathematician) so it had it’s deficiencies, I only discovered that from my Dad much later. Building codes on rural roads in Paradise in these days have been most certainly very calmly enforced. I all the time thought it was type of a comfortable house. It had an enormous yard nevertheless it was mostly on a slope and coated in poison oak. I was very allergic to poison oak so I caught to the properly carved paths. At the prime edge of the property there was a shed my dad referred to as the “goat house” and a cherry tree that really received enough sun at that end of the property to supply some cherries. In fact the driveway was filth and it continued on for a distance previous the home. It had develop into overgrown in the direction of its end however there was an interesting rusted body of some previous automotive again in there. It was one of the previous boat-type automobiles from the 1950’s or perhaps even 40’s. It was the deserted venture of some past renter. The house itself was of very pragmatic unadorned design. Just a sort of get it carried out kind of job, however I do keep in mind the fireside being very nice, I feel it was finished off with spherical river rocks. This home was in all probability not one thing Jaro would have bragged about, however I feel it suited its propose of preserving the roof over the top of a very younger family simply high quality.

Once we approached the Polivka’s house we drove up an extended dusty driveway with Star- thistle on each side. There were no other houses in sight by the point we parked in front of their house. On the best aspect was a large picket building which might have been a storage crammed with automobiles and various vehicular playthings if it had been in Truthful Oaks, but here it was an art studio. This was a very intriguing idea. The Art Studio was constructed of a rough unfinished wood development. However the primary house was brief and strong wanting, it’s shade was reddish orange just like the soil surrounding it. Should you appeared intently you can see it was put along with giant bricks fitted collectively snugly with a matching coloured mortar. It was an adobe home built with bricks created from the encompassing soil. It had been constructed by the Polivka’s themselves, after they returned from some time in Mexico. Jaro had usual a mould, then mixing the mud in a big cement mixer and brick by brick they forged the soil into blocks letting them dry within the scorching Foothill Solar. Whereas they have been building the home the household of six, two mother and father and 4 youngsters, principally camped out on the location. On the time this won’t have been that unusual, my mother and father wouldn’t have thought twice about it. In truth once I was an infant my mother and father camped out on a website close to Frenchman Dam in northeastern California, while my Dad worked as an engineer throughout its development. That they had three youngsters at the time, including me.

The tent the Polivka’s lived in had been my grandfather’s. He and my Dad lived in it whereas my grandfather labored as a street surveyor. He lived in Alameda through the winter and traveled round California through the summer time. My Dad typically accompanied him. In accordance with my Dad he remembers the tent as being very dirty, I’m unsure if he meant it was soiled earlier than the mud brick constructing venture of afterwards. Camping out in Paradise had the added danger of rattlesnakes. I keep in mind tales of snakes killed on the Sundown Means property, because that was what everyone would do again then in the event that they noticed a rattlesnake near where they lived and youngsters played. There was a spot in the street in entrance of Mrs. Jones house where my older brother fell while driving his bike not far from an enormous rattlesnake. Peter informed me that they killed 13 rattlesnakes whereas they have been constructing their adobe home. Lots of them have been babies which could be simply as lethal as full grown snakes. Once they dug the ground for a foundation, they got here across a number of Native American (in fact they referred to as them “Indian” then) artifacts, which I feel I keep in mind seeing round their house. There was additionally a spring nearby which was very helpful and perhaps the rationale why there was an Indian encampment in that spot.

I’m unsure how long their home constructing venture took nevertheless it was properly thought out. Jaro had original diagrams displaying every room in the deliberate house, not precisely architectural renderings but very nicely executed. The top product was a house that appeared to rise up out of the bottom, welcoming you in. I’m unsure how much Jaro was influenced by early California Mission design nevertheless it was remarkably comparable in feel. The colour of the adobe combined with using giant beams of wooden made for a very earthy aura. I used to be taken back in time to that earthy aura the final time I visited the Carmel Mission.

The Front Door

The Entrance Door

Once we approached the home you have been greeted by a really giant large entrance door, that was clearly usual by hand. I recollect it being a cut up door where the highest half might be opened individually from the underside half. It was a powerful factor, standing at the prime of a couple of cement steps with metallic knocker in its middle. Embedded in the steps have been round river rocks, original in a specific sample. I assumed it was some sort of stick determine. It was clearly the entrance door and clearly the door we have been imagined to knock on as visitors, however it was a bit of intimidating. Still, I appreciated to be the one who used the metallic door knocker. I appreciated the feel of it in my hand, it was a very clean heavy metallic ball held by a metallic hand, type of a subconscious inducement to use it to knock with. It’s sound was not as satisfying as its feel and look, it made a type of uninteresting clanking metallic sound.

It was often Jaro who got here to the door, so you had to be patient. Jaro was a tall, giant man with an expressionless face and white hair. He was all the time sporting his unfashionable glasses. He had a overseas air about him, even past his accent and a distant stare in his eyes. His skin was shade darker than my dad’s, who all the time received a great tan. He didn’t hassle with well mannered cheerfulness when greeting us. But someway via his far-off stare you can tell he was glad to see my mother and father nonetheless. Though he was in all probability less enthused about us youngsters. Betty was often busy working, she and my mother had that in widespread, being all the time busy. Although Betty was a bit calmer than my mom. My mother was all the time one to reply the telephone after the first ring and fast to answer the entrance door bell. If you walked into their home, you first walked via a short hallway. On the fitting aspect of the wall hung a collection of colour pictures. They have been photographs of items which weren’t essentially regarded as lovely and even vital. Nor have been they household portraits, they have been photographs of missed gadgets one may see on a walk via an previous abandoned farm, a rusty door hinge or a weathered, lichen coated piece of wood. The pictures have been framed in a shiny silver metallic body, this presentation and the topic would have been very leading edge in the sixties and even early seventies. I feel it was Jaro who was behind those pictures.

Jaro Polivka circa 1973

Jaro Polivka circa 1973

As you walked into the primary front room there was a scent that welcomed you. It was a barely musty odor with a hint of acrid, like a advantageous wine. If I have been to breathe a little bit of that air right now I might be overwhelmed with a way of calm, easy-going earthiness. My greatest guess is that it was a mix of raw fabrics, wooden, and the Paradise dust. There was hardly a bit of plastic or factory-made scented items in that house. In the primary front room it was clear that the fireside was an essential fixture, it occupied probably the most outstanding place. It had a high raised fireside and I appear to recollect a forged iron pot hanging down from a sequence which could have been used for cooking at occasions. Nevertheless our visits to the Polivikas have been often through the summer time months so I don’t recall seeing the fireside in motion. The fireside was on the East dealing with wall between the kitchen table the place there have been plenty of windows and the lounge which was dark but inviting. There have been no huge straightforward chairs or over stuffed couches in this house. Each chair or bench had its personal unique character, its wood grain displaying its colour and texture and the fabric including colour, consolation and design. The padding might have been a bit deficient however the ingenuity was in surplus. All of the furnishing have been coloured in earth tones shades of brown, yellow or purple. Apparently this was all handmade furniture which that they had purchased in Mexico, and them stored in storage till their constructing was complete. On a shelf reverse the fireside was a set of pottery Betty had made. One merchandise stands out in my memory; it was in the form of a over-sized salt shaker. On it’s aspect was written in the clay in small sort, “for a California Barbecue” then in bigger sort “O-Reagan-O”.

Sometimes if we stayed into the night time, Jaro may pull out his projection display alongside together with his reel to reel projector or a slide-show. On one event Betty showed us a film of the way to make RAKU pottery. I discovered it fascinating sufficient to remember some particulars in any case these years. The method was just like the ways the very earliest peoples made pottery. After shaping your container and letting it dry, principally you dug a hole in the floor and built a fireplace proper on prime of it. Letting the coals be the kiln and letting a few of it get blackened in a very nice uneven approach.

The modernity of the projector might be imagined as incongruent with the handmade furnishing: however no, right here it was an ideal match, a less passive answer to a TV. There was a small TV hidden away in a small darkish nook of the lounge and this did look like a nasty match, a sort of hidden vice. On one visit Betty truly turned it on and watched a present with us. It was PBS, a collection of European animation shorts with a sound monitor however no phrases. They have been in all probability Japanese European, perhaps even from behind the Iron Curtain, that they had a haunting defeated high quality to them. It was an extended methods from the Gumby type clay animation I used to be used to. They have been shifting in their very own mournful means; as artwork could be at occasions and accompanied by discordant music.

Jaro had his personal films he favored to point out on his reel to reel projector. There was a selfmade film he confirmed us once. The Polivika youngsters have been in it, although they have been much youthful, around highschool age. It also featured a stuffed owl as a part of the storyline. The stuffed owl I recognized from their home, they stored it of their attic room. I also recognized a lot of the scenes as happening outdoors their home. Probably the storyline was a take-off on the Maltese Falcon, it is a bit fuzzy in my reminiscence, however I was very impressed that Jaro might make a film. I assumed it was something outdoors the realm of anybody however an entire crew of execs. His talent at innovation and invention, alongside was the very fact he might discuss six totally different languages made me consider him with a type of awe.

Betty I additionally admired, however I saw her as extra of a kindred spirit. When she spoke to me I imagined that she considered me as a younger model of herself. She also had pink hair and freckled skin. I never thought much of it as a kid, however as I’ve aged I’ve gotten the sense that redheads are wired slightly in a different way. There is a bit more uneasiness, a bit of extra vulnerability and problem in fitting in. Perhaps that’s where the bully/comic/geek stereotypes come from, that’s the redheads’ approach of making an attempt to fit in. She match none of those stereotypes. Betty was apparently of similar genetic makeup as my mother and myself, though my mom had darker hair she additionally had very reasonable skin. There were clearly some robust Celtic genes in her not so distant past, perhaps Scotch, Irish or Welsh. My mother’s mother and father have been both Scottish. She also seemed to share with my mother a type of uncowed quality, a stoic type of willpower. She had sufficient confidence, to take up any number of life paths that went towards the grain of recent society. She wasn’t chatty or confrontational, however she wasn’t going to let imagined judgments of others intrude together with her doing what she liked to do. My mother should have seen her as a mentor or a fellow traveler; typically at little of both in all probability. They have been both ladies who took on the normal feminine roles simply before these traditions began to vary, they each had 4 youngsters and served the central position in raising those youngsters. However their roles in their respective households have been anything however subservient. It all the time seemed that my mother was behind a lot of the main selections in our household. I all the time assumed it was the identical for the Polivkas, however now I’m not so positive. Jaro won’t have been as prepared to let go of the reins as my father was. The thought of building your personal residence on a bit of undeveloped property, type of a homestead, appears more appealing to a man’s creativeness, than a lady’s. But then Betty had some very unique approaches to how she went about dwelling her life.

Betty Polivka circa 1973

Betty Polivka circa 1973

My dad, Betty and I have been having a dialog, at one level when the subject of exercise got here up. She stated she played golf for exercise. She went as much as the local public golf course and performed about 9 holes of golf. The strolling round was her train. My Dad appeared stunned and amused as a result of he hadn’t take her for the golfer sort. My dad who knew solely somewhat about golf asked her what sort of golf equipment she used. She defined that she solely used one membership. This seemed odd even to me. Then he requested her what sort of a membership she used, and she or he didn’t even know the identify of the kind of membership she was using. After a bit of excellent natured confusion about what sort of club she was using, she went to a close-by room and introduced “the club” to point out us…. It was a putter. I noticed my Dad smile broadly imagining how she managed to play nine holes of golf on an actual golf course using solely a putter. Rolling the ball throughout the grass ten yards for every stroke. She should have gotten a justifiable share of resentful stares from the opposite golfers. I feel she talked about she all the time went when it was the least crowded and needed to let the opposite golfers play by way of steadily.

(About this small memory. Peter informed me solely just lately that he’s in possession of Betty’s “set of golf clubs”. So he wonders about that reminiscence, was she messing with us? I couldn’t say, however it was a clear memory for me. Probably she was just getting began and was studying to play? Or perhaps she had an entire set but just enjoyed using the one membership for simplicities’ sake? )

Two of Betty's mugs.

Two of Betty’s mugs.

The inside view of Betty's mugs.

The inside view of Betty’s mugs.

In her artwork studio she had a potter’s wheel where she made quite a lot of clay objects which she had fired in a kiln some place else. The design which drew my attention was a collection of mugs. They have been giant, nicely constructed with a hefty deal with. The interior was completed with a thick, mild coloured glaze and the exterior she left was a unfinished mild colored clay. Every mug had a unique face on the aspect reverse the deal with. Every face was an exaggerated statement of some unique character. She confirmed us a few dozen accomplished mugs in her art studio in the future and she or he gave a pair to my mother (my mom may need paid for them, she was an artwork patron when she might afford it). I needed to make mugs identical to she had carried out. My mom purchased me a potter’s wheel and I made some concerted attempts. But I discovered that it took numerous apply, more than I had endurance for as a child, I quickly lost curiosity. However principally I keep in mind her art as being watercolor landscapes. They have been neither reasonable nor impressionistic, they straddled the border between. A very basic watercolor type, however very personal on the similar time. It brought you the sensation of the place by way of her eyes. There was a lightness to them, vibrant without being too pleased.

My Dad and Myself and the Polivka's Adobe

My Dad and Myself and the Polivka’s Adobe

My mother used to have one among her paintings hanging in our house. Along with those of some of her different buddies who have been additionally artists. I all the time considered Betty’s portray because the sort of measuring tape of what different artists ought to be making an attempt for. After spending untold hours viewing artwork and speaking with artists, I understand that was a reasonably naïve outlook. Every artist has their own story they’re telling with their art, there isn’t a one “right” method of doing artwork. Simply as the is no one “right” way of living one’s life. Although behind my thoughts I still think of Betty as the quintessential artist.

Each time I see a Catalpa tree with it’s long seed pods I am transported to the again porch of that adobe home. That they had one rising beside the porch. A hammock was stretched between the Catalpa and a second giant tree. I spent a couple of hours of a summer time’s day trip on the again porch in that hammock. A big area of the back yard had been cleared of the manzanita, star-thistle and the other crops which tended to develop in open areas. It should have been maintained to a point as a result of there were no tall weeds nevertheless it was definitely not one of many closely irrigated lush green lawns of Truthful Oaks. There were a couple of peahens that wandered freely within the nearby woods that have been also a part of their giant property. They have been the closest issues to pets Jaro and Betty owned. I solely as soon as caught a quick glimpse of them in the future as they disappeared into the woods. Betty stated they roosted excessive in some very tall timber at night time to remain protected from roaming predators.

On a couple occasions I took brief hike on one of the trails that led into the woods. It was an orange barked forest thick with manzanita with its limbs reaching off in all instructions. Jaro took my Dad, Andrew and myself on a much longer hike to the edge of their property. It should have taken us a few half an hour to get there. In fact we have been slowed by the woods which turned very heavy at some points. Jaro needed to point out my Dad some ingenious technique he had rigged up for hauling firewood out of some low mendacity portion of his property. He needed to drag it up a really steep slope which my Dad found very fascinating, being an engineer. It was on this hike that Andrew had a plan to collect a small bundle of bay leafs. He thought he may be capable of sell them on the small Natural Foods store in Truthful Oaks. The highly effective scent of the Bay Leafs gave each him and me headaches on the automotive journey again residence.

Jaro had his personal art that he created, I assume it was extra of a craft than artwork because of its functionality. He would take the trunks of the manzanita timber that have been concerning the width of a giant arm, then he would minimize them in about 6 inch sections. After drilling about ten holes in every of them downwards from the top they made wonderful pencil holders. We had a couple of of these pencil holders in our family. I liked to rub the aspect of them and really feel the graceful manzanita wooden. I don’t assume Jaro even needed to sand them, the tree was just naturally clean after the bark peeled off.

Jaro's manzanita Pencil Holder

Jaro’s Mazanita Pencil Holder

There was a small attic room up a set of very steep stairs. I’ve a foggy memory of spending a night in that room with Andrew once we have been very younger. The partitions have been the steep pitch of the roof line meeting at the prime of the ceiling. I don’t keep in mind noticing this steep pitch from outdoors the home or even with the ability to see the roof in any respect. However from the inside I recall the shingles have been nailed on directly to the roofing slates. The partitions of this room have been adorned with three or four African masks that seemed to have an eerie lifetime of their own. Oddly I wasn’t afraid of the masks however additionally they stored the stuffed owl in that attic which had been a really giant and really actual owl. Apparently it had been taxidermied by a good friend and given to them as a gift, or an unwanted trinket. It wasn’t so dangerous in the daylight however at midnight attic at night time it was a frightful thing.

The kitchen was properly placed just some steps from the dining room. When getting into the house from the again door which was also an additional extensive door identical to the front door, the dining room was on your proper and the kitchen in your left. It was a wide roomy kitchen. It had a nice homey really feel to it. The cupboards might have been painted, if they have been they have been one of the few things in that home that was painted. There should have been a fridge however I doubt there was a dishwasher, I keep in mind seeing dishes drying on a rack on the counter. I only walked by way of it as soon as or perhaps twice. It was the area of moms who have been in motion. Not a place for teenagers lingering or sluggish shifting adults. But my mother spent numerous time with Betty within the kitchen, it had loads of room for both of them.

There was a dessert Betty made for us on one visit. She provided it to Andrew and me however we checked out it suspiciously. We considered Betty as a healthy prepare dinner, the type that used entire meals elements with no mixes or packaged gadgets. To us this meant something healthy disguised as a dessert. Her cooking expertise advanced before the well being food revolution which began within the late 60’s and in 70’s actually took off. They appeared to be based mostly more on actual primary strong cooking traditions that went back millennia. In fact this type of food was rather more wholesome than Andrew and I might cope with. So when she provided us this dessert cooked in a metallic sheet cake pan, we might clearly see there were walnuts in it, this made us hesitate. General it had a buttery candy odor and there appeared to be a layer of something like frosting on it. She had made us an apple cobbler an a earlier go to which we have been conversant in, and it was scrumptious. So we gave this new factor a attempt… and it was the wealthy and sweet in just the best combination. It nonetheless holds a place in my memory as one one of the best thing I’ve ever eaten. In all probability too sweet and wealthy for my grownup palate nevertheless it changed my mind about “healthy” foods.

Of the four Polivka youngsters, the three oldest have been seldom seen round the house. That they had gone off on their life journeys whether or not it was, to school on the East Coast or an Ashram in Berkeley I wasn’t very clear. However I do keep in mind my mother talking about how the Polivka boys have been trying to keep away from being drafted and shipped off to Vietnam. Avoiding the draft was all the time a serious matter of dialog every time my mom was around draft age young men. I feel she was making an attempt to dig up concepts for me when my time came. John talked in size about his analysis and efforts toward attaining conscientious objector status. I keep in mind the gist of the conservation being that regardless of how strongly a person felt that killing one other human was fallacious regardless of the cause, that a conscientious objector status was very troublesome to determine. It could possibly be claimed if one belonged to an organized spiritual sect with a history of such perception. And it sounded as if one had to show they belonged to stated religion for an extended time period, being a current convert wouldn’t do. My mom mentioned that he was ultimately rejected from going to struggle because he was outspoken about his pacifists beliefs and the army didn’t want somebody like that mixing with the opposite draftees. In all probability he needed to do some various civilian service. I’m unsure how accurate my mom’s tackle this was as a result of she didn’t all the time have the endurance to take the time to rigorously understand things of this nature. However being drafted to struggle a struggle towards my will was very a lot on my mind as properly.

Ann was the oldest, then it was Peter, then John and eventually Elizabeth who nonetheless lived on a small cottage outdoors of the primary adobe. Elizabeth being the youngest is the one I noticed probably the most of. Peter and John occurred to be visiting sometimes. I used to be struck by how much their manner of speech was just like Jaro’s, very deliberate and reservedly polite. Jaro nevertheless was filled with a dry humor that was delivered with a straight face, which could possibly be quite scathing. Neither Peter nor John appeared to have picked up his scathing demeanor or his accent. I don’t recall ever seeing Ann at the adobe in Paradise. At first I used to be anxious about Elizabeth, apprehensive that this was someone I must relate to on the level of a peer or as an adult that may ask a collection of uncomfortable questions. Once I was at residence I might all the time cover in my closet, or my room once I was older, but at their house I had no escape. Nevertheless I quickly discovered I had nothing to worry with Elizabeth. Where Peter and John had taken after Jaro, Elizabeth had taken after Betty, she was friendly without passing judgment or asking too many questions. Her method of speech was very buoyant, the truth is I discovered myself hoping she would make a rare look in the primary home. I assume I had a teenage crush, she was quite lovely with straight dark hair and lightweight brown skin. On my last teenage visits to the Polivka’s I brought a good friend along with me. He was a childhood good friend with whom I was starting to sense a drifting aside. He appeared to be shifting within the course of most male teenagers I knew; consuming and talking crudely about women. I used to be drifting toward being a loner, finding fewer and fewer buddies I might relate to. On that visit, Elizabeth made an appearance in the primary home in a light-weight summery gown, it was a scorching day. I very a lot observed her on that day, coming in from the back door with the sunshine streaming in behind her lighting up her pores and skin. She had such beautiful skin, a sort of honey colored brown. Then greeting us with a large smile. However on the drive again house with my good friend in the automotive, he commented that he didn’t like the fact that she didn’t shave beneath her arms. I didn’t say so however I was offended by his remark, it was as if we had seen a stupendous sunset together and afterward he had remarked that the sky was too orange. To this present day I can see her strolling within the again door with the sunshine streaming in from behind and the smile on her face; it’s a type of small treasures I maintain in my reminiscence.

I recall on one among my final visits to their Adobe in Paradise. I was a younger adult and I accompanied my mother and father. I walked into their house noticing that it was identical to I remembered it, very little had modified. The same knocker nonetheless held on their door. The same photographs nonetheless hung on the wall in the hallway. The Oh-Reagan-Oh shaker nonetheless sat on the shelf. And the same odor still clung within the air which despatched me back to my childhood reminiscences. I hiked a bit of ways it the manzanita forest and looked at a half-built pond on the aspect of the yard. It was a years previous venture that Peter or John started but by no means finished. I tried to marinate myself in reminiscences.

It wasn’t lengthy before Mom and Betty decided they want to go somewhere to perform a little sketching. It was determined we might all go right down to “Whiskey Flats”, the swimming gap where together they took their youngsters, so many years ago. To these two it should have had extra significance than I noticed at the time. To get there, it was a single lane street with a steep drop off on the edges, with the wreckage of previous automobiles at sure locations if you appeared down the steep cliff.

My Mom painting at Van Norden Lake July 3rd 1994 by Betty Polivka

My Mother painting at Van Norden Lake July third 1994 by Betty Polivka

The previous rusted automobiles the place nonetheless there once we handed the steep cliff I remembered, as was the large inexperienced wall of Serpentine rock which overhung the street close to that very same place. But the swimming gap had modified quite a bit. It was full of individuals on this heat weekend. However it was a special type of crowd then it was many years ago. There have been small dredging rigs on the river with engines operating constantly. There were some families, however they appeared to be dwelling in campers on the swimming hole. There have been nude couples sunning themselves. We didn’t really feel snug on this scene. However undaunted, Betty and my Mom discovered a personal place downriver from the previous swimming hole. They broke out the pad of paper and pencils and commenced sketching. My dad sat on a rock together with his shirt off, sunning himself. Betty complimented him on his physique and commenced to sketch him. I explored down river, stumbling on a nude sunbathing couple and a small dredge puttering away. Once we returned to the Adobe afterward, we all felt an air of disappointment about how Whiskey Flats had changed. It was as if we had misplaced one thing. It was my dad who commented that it’s a shame that nothing ever stays the same.

A watercolor by Betty 2001 near the entrance to the woods.

A watercolor by Betty 2001 near the entrance to the woods.

All through the years my mom and Betty would communicate. My mother and father continued to go to Jaro and Betty in Paradise. Typically my mother and Betty would get together for painting periods, one time they met in Cornwall and spent a while together, painting scenes of skies, water and land. Betty was older than my mother by about ten years and she or he passed about ten years sooner. Friendships can final all through the years, when there’s a mutual unstated magnetism. Their friendship lasted till the top. The magnetism that tied them collectively was artwork, my mother eternally the beginner and Betty eternally the instructor. They have been a very good pair.

Submit Script:

In January or February of 2017 Peter and John Polivka paid us a visit in Santa Cruz. We had lunch on the wharf, my dad, my brother, myself and the Polivka brothers. I’ve all the time thought that they had a passion for both my dad and my mother and it felt just like the timing of the go to was necessary, to John particularly. During lunch he informed us that he was battling pancreatic cancer but that the prognosis appeared good. He had undergone the prescribed remedies had there were no signs of cancer.

I hadn’t recognized or perhaps I forgot that John was an early alum at UC Santa Cruz. He spoke with us a bit about his reminiscences of Santa Cruz back within the early seventies. How many things had modified and how a lot had stayed the same. I later guessed that one of the major points of interest of Santa Cruz for him was being close to the water and its access to sailing.  Boating was one of the major undercurrents of his life. For most of his later life he lived on a houseboat in Sausalito.

Several months after their go to to Santa Cruz I heard that John’s cancer had returned and it was now terminal with little probability of his get well. He died soon afterward. I used to be glad he was capable of see Santa Cruz and my dad one last time.

The Polivka youngsters held a service for John at the previous adobe house in Paradise that the household built collectively. I attended that service with my Dad and discovered some things about John and the Polivkas I hadn’t know earlier than. John had an incredible love for ships and crusing. He had additionally by no means married and I might inform from his youthful pictures that he was particularly good-looking. I keep in mind my mother and father talking about how he went from girl-friend to girl-friend without ever sticking with one. They have been all very nice individuals, in John’s view and in line with his friends and family. My mother and father I consider, thought that not settling down with one individual was a source of unhappiness for him, but I’m guessing it was not.

After John’s service I acquired an e mail from Peter which I feel adds to the story. Jack is my Dad’s identify.

“It was great to see you and spectacular that Jack made the trip.  My mother and father had a romantic notion about adobe.  It’s undoubtedly nice to take a look at.  In fact when you set a course, buy the property and start digging you’ve acquired to maintain going even when the challenge loses its novelty and it’s just work – sort of like backpacking with 50 lbs for a few weeks.  What we see now took years to arrive at.  I keep in mind constructing the rear deck and roof once I was 16 – Jaro was off in Africa with the UN, I feel. I keep in mind Jack coming over at some point to visit and we talked concerning the deck format, among other things.  I used to be just setting the concrete piers for the deck posts.  (Jack gave me some recommendation that day that caught with me:  do together with your life what you take pleasure in doing. Nice advice).
John did the inside cedar v-groove paneling on the outside adobe partitions to cover them up when he was in his middle teenagers as nicely.  All of us pitched in for the concrete drive on the entrance of the home – apart from Jaro who was off to Princeton for some coursework in greater math.  I feel he needed to walk the halls that Einstein (his hero) walked years earlier than.
It’s stored us busy, the properties and belongings (three generations value).  There’s a deep sense of loss, first John, then the family house.  But these with expertise inform us time is a superb healer and I might agree.”
I want to mention that Peter Polivka wrote the above comment before the Campfire burned almost each building in Paradise. When he speaks of the “deep sense of loss, first John, then the family house” he means the truth that John owned the adobe home and the opposite siblings needed to sell it after his demise.
I began writing down these personal reminiscences of Paradise around about 2010. I added the above postscript in mid-2018. The Campfire burned down a lot of the buildings in Paradise in the direction of the top of that yr, together with the Adobe and our previous home on Sundown Means, now referred to as Quail Method. It is exhausting say a lot about my emotions surrounding this. How do I feel about dropping one thing, that was lost to me many years in the past anyway? I discover it greatest to remember those whose loss is recent and those whose lives are upended. Although I can’t assist however feel a personal unhappiness when taking a look at these picture.
Paradise Adobe after the Campfire

Paradise Adobe after the Campfire

The House on Sunset Way after the Campfire

The Home on Sundown Method after the Campfire

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