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  • Birthday 10/18/1937

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    Chapala 2001-14, Tucson, AZ 2014-.......
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    Life in Chapala and Ajijic.

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  1. Canadian butter tarts

    I wanted to butter a Canadian tart once, some 60 years ago at Mt. Tremblant, but it was too cold out & she sure could ski fast. Never saw her again.
  2. Toilet paper flushing

    Yes, that is the solution in much of the world.
  3. Toilet paper flushing

    May I take you back to the Middle East, some 57 years ago, to my home in a little seaside town near Izmir? One of the bathrooms had a very traditional toilet: A one meter square of ceramic with a hole in the center and two raised foot-pads. You squated and did your thing, then used the water faucet low on the wall to wash your hand. In the other bathroom, we were fortunate to have a western style toilet; quite unusual, but it was a brand new house. Such modern toilets were not common when you traveled or visited other homes, so it was wise to practice in the traditional toilet once in a while. Any more complaints?
  4. Happy Birthday, RVGRINGO!

    Thanks to all of you for your kind comments. We enjoyed the day with a dinner of mussels and Dungeness crab legs with all the fixings. It was messy, but a nice treat. We have enough left on the gift certificate for one more helping of mussels.....another day! As a true Yankee, my birthday cake of choice is actually a homemade apple pie from Louise‘s expert hands, but we were too full to eat it when we got home, so had a piece for breakfast this morning. I‘m a happy camper.
  5. Toilet paper flushing

    Several of us have taken the plunge......er.
  6. Toilet paper flushing

    Ferreteria Calzada, the hardware store, was never an “Ace Hardware Store“, but simply an Ace agent with a street level sign to that effect. Look up; the main sign says “Ferreterria Calzada“. In Spanish, ferreteria means hardware store; with the root of the word indicating “ironware“ or “ironwork“, as in tools, etc.
  7. Happy Birthday, RVGRINGO!

    Many thanks to all of you, for your kind words, and for putting up with my frequent posts. Today is sort of special, and I only wish that I were able to be there to celebrate it with some of you. Instead, Louise and I will enjoy the gift of a fine dinner out, and we even received a bottle of our favorite Mexican Agavero for sipping later. Meanwhile, I have been reflecting on something that an old friend recently sent along, and I hope you will all take the time to read it. It gave me something to think about; and to remember: Regards to all, Bob “We are the last....“ Born in the 1930s, we are a bit special. We are the last, climbing out of the depression, who can remember the winds of war and the war itself with fathers and uncles going off, with us collecting any spare metal for the effort, watching in towers for German aircraft, and studying the profile cards to recognize them. We are the last to remember ration books for everything from sugar to shoes to stoves. We saved tin foil and poured fat into tin cans. We saw cars up on blocks because tires weren’t available. There was an ice man, a bread man, an oil man and teachers could paddle us if we misbehaved; we didn’t. We are the last to hear Roosevelt’s radio assurances and to see gold stars in the front windows of our grieving neighbors. We remember knowing refugees living on our road in temporary Quonset huts or even remodeled tank crates. We can also remember the parades on August 15, 1945; VJ Day. We saw the soldiers come home from the war and build their Cape Cod style houses, pouring the cellar, tar papering it over and living there until they could afford the time and money to build it out. My father did that in 1939, before the war, with me watching and learning. We are the last ones who spent our childhood without television; instead imagining what we heard on the radio. We played outside, in the woods, rode horses and drove wagons and buggies and we did it all on our own. There was no little league, parents expected us home for dinner and we learned by discovering. Our parents were often struggling, some were poor, but we didn’t know it. The lack of television in our early years meant, for most of us, that we had little real understanding of what the world was like. Our Saturday afternoons, if at the movies, gave us newsreels of the war and the holocaust sandwiched in between westerns and cartoons; all for fifteen cents for the matinee. Newspapers and magazines were written for adults. We are the last who had to find out for ourselves. We understood that, and we explored and tinkered with things to find out how they worked. We also asked a lot of questions. As we grew up, the country was exploding with growth. The G.I. Bill gave returning veterans the means to get an education and spurred colleges to grow. VA loans fanned a housing boom. That demand and new mortgage plans put factories to work. New highways would bring jobs and mobility. The veterans joined civic clubs and became active in politics. In the late 40s and early 50’s the country seemed to lie in the embrace of brisk but quiet order as it gave birth to its new middle class. Eisenhower began the Interstate System. Our parents became absorbed with their own new lives. They were free from the confines of the depression and the war. They threw themselves into exploring opportunities they had never imagined. Some of it worked, some of it did not. There were no safety nets. Get sick: pay the doctor and hospital. They were affordable and flexible. We weren’t neglected but we weren’t today’s all-consuming family focus. They were glad we played by ourselves until suppertime; and we had better be on time. They were busy discovering the post war world. Most of us had no life plan, but with the unexpected virtue of ignorance and an economic rising tide we simply stepped into the world and went to find out. We entered a world of overflowing plenty and opportunity; a world where we were welcomed, once we had proven that we were capable of learning. Based on our naïve belief that there was more where this came from, we shaped life as we went. We enjoyed a luxury; we felt secure in our future. Of course, just as today, not all Americans shared in this experience. Depression poverty was deep rooted. Polio was still a crippler, taking a few friends at an early age, as did TB on occasion. The Korean War was a dark presage in the early 50s and by mid-decade school children were practicing “Duck and Cover“. China became Red China. Eisenhower sent the first ‘advisors’ to Vietnam. Castro set up camp in Cuba and Khrushchev came to power. We are the last to experience an interlude when there were no existential threats to our homeland. We came of age in the late 40s and the 50s, having our own children in the 60s. The war was over and the cold war, terrorism, climate change, technological upheaval and perpetual economic insecurity had yet to haunt our daily life. Only we can remember both a time of truly apocalyptic war and a time when our world was secure and full of promise and plenty. We experienced both, and learned from it in a way that the younger generations seem unable to grasp. We grew up at the best possible time; a time when the world was getting better not worse. Yes, we are the last of a rather unique group. What we see now is quite disturbing. Of course, we never thought to live this long, since we were quite sure that one would surely collect that new Social Security at 65, if they made it to 65, but that we would surely not collect it for very long. But that too has changed, and I am happy to report that I just turned 80......and am aware of it! What‘s next?
  8. Now you have me scared, Cedros. I have not had hip surgery, but several other types, including six or eight eye surgeries. Is my life in danger now. Tell me quickly, as today is my 80th birthday and I want to look forward to tomorrow.
  9. Aijic or Chapala?

    There are regular buses between Chapala and Ajijic; cheap! Lived in Ajijic 2001-04 Livedin Chapala 2004-14 LCS wears off really fast, once you get to know your way around and find friends.
  10. Car emission test locations

    Don‘t gamble on getting an unofficial sticker from an unauthorized source, no matter what they tell you. You can be charged with fraud and/or counterfeiting, with serious consequences, even if you did not actually produce the sticker or the document. Keep things uncomplicated. Go to an official inspection station, such as the one at Zaragosa #375, Chapala, or the one in Jocotepec. Of course, there are others in Guadalajara, etc.
  11. Dr. Jorge Alvaro Gonzalez Urzua, would also be my recommendation: Tarascos #3432 (Across from main entrance to Hospital Angeles del Carmen) Guadalajara (333) 813-2161 & several other lines listed.
  12. Toilet paper flushing

    Our first house, in Ajijic, was new in 2001. We flushed TP until we sold it in 2004, and the new owners continued to do so. Our second house, in Chapala, was built in “who knows when“, starting with a small adobe house, and it grew, then bought the lot next door and grew something fierce in about 1964. We remodeled it, but did not change any drainage pipes to the municipal system, and we flushed TP happily for the next ten years, when we moved back NoB for medical reasons. Just be sure that the TP is easily biodegradable.
  13. Best Motel/Closest to GDL Airport

    Good point. I guess taxi passengers should carry a translator along; human or electronic.
  14. My Telmex wifi is down

    Check all the connections on your roof and at all junctions in your house. You both may be suffering from untwistitis telefonicus.
  15. Best Motel/Closest to GDL Airport

    The simple solution is to send them written directions to your house, in Spanish, and let them take a taxi from the airport. Quick, simple and cheaper than a hotel, for sure. Sure, it will be late, but they will be at your place just about as quickly as a hotel room after the taxi and check-in. There are options, of course, and maybe they just feel that they would prefer not to keep you up late. At my age, anything after suppertime is late, so I understand.
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