Sunday, December 30, 2018

Tammy











With Augie Doggie 1967


Blowing Bubbles for CeCe Serena


Prom Night


With niece Mandy August 1975

With Baby Mari Spring 1977

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Family Photos:


 1960 or so



At the lake 1961
Thanksgiving 1963?

Dad and the girls at the beach



 Easter 1963 with the Cawthorne family

  Painted Desert 1965


  With grandfather Ira Harris May 1967

 Easter 1968

Easter 1970


 Bridesmaid for Tom & Carolyn's Wedding August, 1971


Winter 1972 or 73


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Tamara Susan Harris Kirkpatrick, our beloved Tammy, passed away Christmas Morning following a lengthy illness. Born December 8, 1957 in Encino, California to Joseph (Cal) Harris and Patricia McIlroy Harris and joining big sister Carolyn Lee Harris (now Cannon) to complete the family.

When Tammy was just 8 months old the family left southern California  for Lakeport, California where she spent the next 18 years of her life. Living on Clear Lake, she loved fishing, swimming and outdoor sports. While in school she participated in 4H, Band where she played the flute, and she played the piano very well. She was Musician for Rainbow Girls and went through the Chairs to become Worthy Advisor in her Senior year.  Upon Graduating from Clear Lake High School in 1975 she moved to Fresno, California to be close to her sister. There she met and married Carl Kirkpatrick. Tammy’s first daughter Mari (Marion Rose) was born there in 1977 as was Carl Jr in 1979. Soon after C.J. was born the family relocated to Oregon, where they remained. Their 3rd child, Kari Lee Kirkpatrick was born in Medford in 1980.  Tammy’s life was her children and later her Grandchildren. She was always there for them through endless soccer, football, volleyball, basketball, softball and baseball games, transportation to-and-from school, and baby sitting duties. Tammy was preceded in death by her husband Carl and is survived by her mother, sister, three children, nine Grandchildren and one Great-Granddaughter.

Thursday, October 25, 2018

MAGA Roller Coaster


We are trapped on a roller coaster
A Great America roller coaster
A Great America again roller coaster.
It’s like an airliner:
the front carriage is first class
reserved for those with the means and wealth
to make their ride both thrilling and fun.
The rest of us sit behind
And because it is an “again” roller coaster
in an echo of a past better forgotten
those with darker skin sit in the back.

The train starts at a high elevation
amid blue skies and hope for the future.
We obediently board and take our seats
and start the descent.
At first there are a few rises
which excite those in first class
though others of us look beyond
and view the steady decline
always spiraling to the right
Not the right of correct,
not the right of inalienable rights,
the right that rhymes with white,
and with night.

We pass through a dark tunnel
and when we emerge we see
the carriages have separated,
become divided.
Those in the lead are on a different track
heading up another incline
while we continue down.
An angry voice sounds telling us
that it is the brown people behind
who are pushing us ever faster.
People around me are shouting with rage.
I turn to look
but no longer see those cars.

I struggle to look ahead
hoping for clear skies
But a mist surrounds the future.
Where does the ride end?


We are on a different kind of journey

I'll be catching up the blog at some point in the near future. I have pictures from May through October to share.

We are busy preparing for winter in Gold Hill. Our first "winter" in several years.





Sunday, April 29, 2018

Happy Trails with Dora - The Big Show

Kady doesn't like dog shows very much even though she used to be a show dog too so she said that I should write and tell you about the big show.


It was a really big show that lasted a whole week and we lived at the dog show. The first day Mom and me went to the agility trials and there we did computer work to calculate the High In Trial scores. Here I am sitting in our control room.

Also at the agility trials there was a Barn Hunt seminar. Mom entered me as she always though that I would like it because I can catch gophers and I try to catch bunnies and squirrels and stuff. But they put the rat in a box and told us to sniff it and it was kind of scary and at the same time stoopid.


My daddy Pilot was there and he liked sniffing the rat in the tube.



Everything went really well until he peed on the straw. You're not supposed to pee on the straw here which is different than what we got told back when we lived at our old house. There it was ok to pee on the straw.



My sister Delta was there and she liked it too. She was really good at it.


 And there was lots of other dogs that liked it. Not me.

And there was agility like this:


I think that I would like to do that but Mom is kind of lazy and I'm not sure where I could go to school to learn it.

The next day there was Obedience and Rally.


This is my niece Lew. She is Delta's daughter and also she is Huxley's great-granddaughter as her daddy is Huxley's grandson. She is very smart and pretty.





And here is Kady's brother and my halfa-brother Rip:


Rip is very smart too. He was High In Trial at the first obedience trial!


 Rip reminds me of our grandma Alice with this expression on his face. I think he might have been looking at Mom who is his grandma.

Mom was holding her breath but Rip stayed even with all of these other dogs with him.


This is where we lived at the dog show and there is the roof of our house down there.


After the obedience and rally trials was a night time dog show.



Aunt Mandy showed my daddy Pilot and he was Best Brindle Dog and he worked really hard but finally didn't win Best Dog of everything that night. Auntie Denise got the picture with him because Mandy and daddy Pilot were both so tired.



Then there were many many more days of dog show.

 This is Huxley's son and my cousin Dag. His mom is Clem who is the sister of my daddy Pilot.

This is Kady's daddy Wally. He is very old now and was in the 11 plus Veterans Sweepstakes Class.

And this is my nephew Franklin who is Delta's baby and is the brother to Lew.

On the very last day Mom worked out a surprise for auntie Mandy and daddy Pilot and daddy Pilot's really good friend Dixie came to see him and do the last dog show with him. Daddy Pilot is almost 11 years old and he is retired kind of like my human mom and dad but he can still have puppies and they don't anymore.



Dixie made Pilot lay on the table and rest between his times in the ring.

Here is my daddy Pilot with Dixie and some other dogs waiting in the ring.

And do you know what happened then?

DADDY PILOT WON THE DOG SHOW!!!

Mom has bought lots of pictures.




The show photographer was Nina Sage and she did a really good job.




Mom took home this beautiful quilt. She doesn't let us lay on it yet.


Then it was ALL OVER and everybody left.