Kate’s Journal

THE NAMING OF BABIES Kate’s Journal


Newly pregnant parents spend a lot of time searching through lists of baby names to bestow on the newest little one. My parents had no choice in the matter as my Grandmother named me for her long dead mother. This seemed logical since she had given my mother the same name. Kate Kendall was taken […]

A ONCE IN A LIFETIME GUY


I always knew that I had to write about Uncle Henry; one of those uncommon men who enter your life quietly and remind you that goodness abounds in unlikely places. Uncle Henry married my mother’s sister, Aunt Corrine, in Saudi Arabia sometime in the 1950’s when both were working for Aramco. It was a fortunate […]

ROOM TO LET Kate’s Journal


When I was a child living at Grandma’s house, the largest bedroom in the house was often the first to be rented, because it brought in the most money. In Long Beach this room was in the rear, and was off limits to me. Grandma slept in the small room off the living room at […]

STILL CRAZY AFTER ALL THESE YEARS


It was the brilliance of momentary decision when he said “I do” and she said “I do too, and that began the journey of seventy years of light- hearted experience and on the job training. The boy with the little blue car came home from the War in the Pacific and sat on her front […]

THE MARRIAGE OF OPPOSITES Kate’s Journal


“Navajo Grandmother” watercolor painting by kayti sweetland rasmussen In the early days in the Southwest, I saw many Navajo grandmothers, many looking much like this lady, sitting comfortably in a large chair in the back of a son-in-law’s pickup truck. I was told by this lady that it was the custom, as she didn’t have […]

MATY Kate’s Journal


“The Colors of Our Lives” watercolor by kayti sweetland rasmussen As the artist, it is within our power to change the name of a piece of art whenever we choose, so the original name of this painting just got put up on the shelf. People, as well as paintings, flowers and sunsets. bring color into […]

PAY ATTENTION TO THE SILENCE Kate’s Journal


Tucked away on a back street in the town of Dublin, California an old cemetery lies under the sheltering arms of ancient trees. A cemetery holds the history of a time, a place, and a people. The artifacts and the stone architecture remain as a reminder–a record of their existence. The valley was settled by […]