Life in the shadows
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As I was driving down Hollywood Blvd yesterday morning on the way to the Sunday farmer's market, my husband commented on how bright and sparkly the HOLLYWOOD sign looked in the early morning sunlight. It's true. It does look impressive, offering hope and inspirations to all the underfed starlets that arrive year after year in my hometown. Earlier in the week, I had read that our new mayor, Antonio Villaraigosa, had put the finishing touches of paint on the sign, thereby enhancing civic pride. HEY - that my husband & I even noticed shows the paint job worked its magic on us! So as we drove on I was pondering my life in this iconic town, renowned for its celebrities, movies, entertainment whozie-whats-its and yet, I feel as though I live in an alternate reality. I said to my husband, with an air of melodrama, "*sigh*, life in the shadow of the Hollywood sign". (giggle giggle)
Today, it feels appropriate to name this blog in honor of that sentiment. Life here is so much more than meets the eye, so much more than "the Biz". After 9 years, we have carved out a uniquely special existence in the heart of Los Angeles. Our lives have nothing to do with HOLLYWOOD and all its business, with the exception of a few special friends. Our lives revolve around teaching, gardening, music, dance, politics, cooking, traveling and discovering the enchantments that lie in the shadows of the HOLLYWOOD sign.
Welcome!
posted by Cynthia & Dan at 1:21 PM
2 Comments:
Hi,
my name is Dale Fuller and I arrived at this site through a rather circuitous route. I did a google search for Pat Krotser, who I take it must either be your husband's mother or his aunt (?).
First, I know this is an old post, so I hope you receive this comment/message.
Second, the reason I am trying to locate Pat is because I am in possession of a yearbook from Soquel Elementary School which really belongs to her and if possible, I would like to get it to her somehow.
My family lived on the Krotser farm in Santa Cruz in 1957 while they were off studying in Mexico. I was 11 years old at the time and remember that year very fondly. Reading your blog brought back memories of Paula being very strict about how we harvested the produce from her garden (because they came back for a couple of months to run their summer camp). I still am very careful about how I break the lettuce leaves from my own garden (no knives, please!).
My Mum died six years ago, and I found this yearbook among her things -- I have no idea why she had it. Maybe Pat would have no interest at all, but maybe she would.
I remember Pat very well (I was at her wedding, even) and Don. My two sisters and I live in British Columbia, and my brother, who was a newborn when we lived at the farm, lives in Chiapas.
That's all I will write for now and will wait to see if you reply.
Regards,
Dale Fuller
Hi,
my name is Dale Fuller and I arrived at this site through a rather circuitous route. I did a google search for Pat Krotser, who I take it must either be your husband's mother or his aunt (?).
First, I know this is an old post, so I hope you receive this comment/message.
Second, the reason I am trying to locate Pat is because I am in possession of a yearbook from Soquel Elementary School which really belongs to her and if possible, I would like to get it to her somehow.
My family lived on the Krotser farm in Santa Cruz in 1957 while they were off studying in Mexico. I was 11 years old at the time and remember that year very fondly. Reading your blog brought back memories of Paula being very strict about how we harvested the produce from her garden (because they came back for a couple of months to run their summer camp). I still am very careful about how I break the lettuce leaves from my own garden (no knives, please!).
My Mum died six years ago, and I found this yearbook among her things -- I have no idea why she had it. Maybe Pat would have no interest at all, but maybe she would.
I remember Pat very well (I was at her wedding, even) and Don. My two sisters and I live in British Columbia, and my brother, who was a newborn when we lived at the farm, lives in Chiapas.
That's all I will write for now and will wait to see if you reply.
Regards,
Dale Fuller
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