Last night I saw President Bush visiting the neighborhood where I lived in Rancho Bernardo. It was such a charming neighborhood with all English country names and tile roofs. I loved that home. It is where we were living when Richard passed away. It was to be our retirement home. The fire struck just one day before our 48th wedding anniversary--we were only in the home eight years and this is a picture of our first or second Christmas there I believe.
It looked like a war zone with just a few houses left standing. It showed the house number of the home they were filming and it was just a couple streets beyond my street. It also showed the hill we looked out on from our home. So far no houses on Camberwell Lane have been listed as destroyed (there were only about 5 on that Lane). But every street around Camberwell Lane had most of the homes listed as burned. It is so sad.
James called though, and after being evacuated since Monday from their home in Rancho Santa Fe, he said everything looks fine. It appears the fire went around them and the ashes drifted over them to Fairbanks Ranch. He hasn't looked at the new house being built yet, but from what he has been told, it appears that one has come through unscathed also. So thankful!







It was really fun--here we are discussing the weighty things of the world, Raine, Myrna, Myself and Eddie. On the way back to Glendive the back of my jeans came unsewed and so I tied my fringe jacket around my waist and said I was too hot to wear it--actually it was freezing in the open truck. 





I also wore navy blue quite often and this was a great dress that fit snugly around the waist and had a soft flowing skirt--so 50s... made out of blue crepe, hardly wrinkled at all... always ready for church or...
This was my kind of outfit (John, from church with me)--a wool skirt I made to match a favorite sweater. This one was grey, again--I had thought all my favorite clothes were red, but not so... we wore full slips under these skirts to make them stand out a little. Had lots of cotten skirts like this that I made... Ah, just remembered a red dress was what I was wearing when someone brought Bill to a church dance and he asked me out again--(we had a disastrous first date)--it was a silky soft taffeta type material that was fitted to the hips and then flaired out. I made that, too. I wonder, did it really look that good (I thought that was why he asked me out). But it might have been because I was feeling good about myself and so I was outgoing and friendly instead of skulking in the shadows. Oh, well, it was red and I loved that dress. Am I superficial or what... Just remembered another favorite dress I was wearing when I met Richard--funny how we remember what we were wearing at important moments of our life--at least I do. It was a silk floral with wrap around waist bands--very classy--and I made it, also. I can't believe I was such a seamstress in those days. It was a Vogue pattern, I remember. Anyway, my friend Norma had set us both up for a blind date and neither of us was interested--until we saw each other. Except for the first week when I had some dates with former friends, we were together and married six weeks later. Must have looked good in that dress, ha. It wasn't red, either.




