Feathers…and Scales on Friday

Daisy, Danny and Dolores Beakley calmly watch as Alli-Baba glides slowly by.

How did they know that he didn’t fancy duck for lunch today I wonder? I’m sure that if I decided to go for a swim, he wouldn’t be so picky.

Wishing you all a splendid weekend.

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Lunch with James Dean.

“Dream as if you’ll live forever. Live as if you’ll die today.” ~ James Dean

As we travelled to San Jose after an overnight stay in Paso Robles, hubby remarked that soon we would be crossing the San Andreas fault line and also would most likely drive through the road junction where James Dean met his untimely death in 1955 at the young age of twenty-four. I kept a look out of the window and was fascinated by the way the hills over to my right looked almost like undulating velvet. My shot through the car window is a bit blurry, but I’m sure you can see what I mean. “What a desolate but beautiful place,” I thought.

I was so intent on looking at the hills and thinking about the fault line, which actually crosses the road roughly midway between where the road accident happened and James Dean’s memorial, that I almost missed the spot where his fans come to leave their strange miscellany of tributes. Almost missed it, but not quite, as I must have pressed the shutter just at the right moment. Yay me!

Apparently people leave all sorts of objects there, from Chesterfield cigarettes, playing cards and beer bottles, to intimate items of women’s clothing hanging on the fence together with an assortment of American flags.

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Just after the junction where the crash had happened, we saw a diner with a few motorcycles parked outside. It seemed like a good place to stop for lunch and the official memorial was right there too.

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Inside the cafe, the walls were adorned with memorabilia pertaining to the young icon. At a table in the corner where most of the photos were displayed, sat three elderly biker guys chatting animatedly about the times they’d been pulled over by the traffic cops and what their fate had been. From the snatches of conversation that I overheard, they mostly got away scot-free with their misdemeanors. When they left, I got up to take a couple of photos and noticed one of them had left a jacket on the back of the chair where he’d been sitting. I was about to pick it up and take it outside to him, when he reappeared and we had a very friendly chat about where I was from and where we were headed, after which he offered to take my photo before retrieving his jacket and rejoining his friends.

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The whole corner was filled with photos of and newspaper cuttings about James Dean, together with photos of the wreckage of his Porsche 550 Spyder, which he nicknamed ‘Little Bastard’.

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Ironically, James’s last autograph was on the speeding ticket he’d collected on the same day he died and only two hours before his fatal accident.

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Here is the newspaper report of his death. As you can see, the entire front page was devoted to him.

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If a man can bridge the gap between life and death, if he can live on after he’s dead, then maybe he was a great man.” ~ James Dean

Although it seems as though the name ‘James Dean’ has always been known to me, only now, more than sixty years later did I think to find out more about him and how he died. If your curiosity has been sparked, here’s a fascinating article about the circumstances of his accident and what happened to his Porsche ‘Little Bastard’ afterwards. https://allthatsinteresting.com/james-dean-death

Tulips On Tuesday

The pot of pink tulips in the kitchen is a lovely sight to see. Through the window, can be seen my favourite orchid just above the fish pond. This faithful Vanda blooms every few months and the flowers last for a very long time. What a bargain it was when we bought it about three years ago. I know the tulips won’t last very long, but they’re gorgeous to look at right now.

What are your favourite flowers to have around the house?

A Visit To Cannery Row.

On our route back from Tahoe to San Jose airport, we stopped off in Monterey and breakfasted at a waterfront hotel. Our walk along historic Cannery Row brought us to an imposing bronze monument in Steinbeck Plaza. John Steinbeck sits at the very top, surrounded by eight other bronze figures including his friend marine biologist Ed Ricketts towards the bottom.

The other characters represent those who once worked in the canning industry on the row including Chinese fishermen who played a major role in the establishment of the Monterey fishing industry.

Cannery Row, formerly called Ocean View Avenue, was once a bustling sardine canning district and was immortalised in Steinbeck’s novel of the same name, set during the Great Depression, portraying people on the margins of society who were dependent on one another for both physical and emotional survival during this period. We had a very interesting morning soaking up the atmosphere and learning a bit of history, all against the stunning backdrop of Monterey Bay.

Wishing you all a very happy and relaxing Sunday.