Monday, October 31, 2011

Grandma's Cafe by KimB

My grandparents ran a small cafe in the desert outside Tucson, Arizona. Actually, they ran it several times with breaks in between for other business ventures.

The original Saguaro Corners was a small cafe with gas station on the outskirts of Tucson, near the Saguaro National Monument. It was really the only thing out there and only a few visitors came by if they were sight-seeing at the park but Grandmother's cooking brought the local cowboys and ranch hands out whenever they could get a chance.

Red Diner Stools
The cafe had just a few stools and a counter area and a small table to sell curios or souvenirs to the tourists who braved the long dirt road that undulated over the gullies for miles and miles. Only the bravest of drivers would dare to drive the road fast and those that did were glad that Grandfather was able to repair their tires when the inner tubes blew out.

There was a single telephone box out in the parking lot. Yeppers, a REAL phone box. Glass sides and a sliding door. A phone book hung from a chain and actually had all the pages in it too. There was a light inside that turned on when you opened the door, but you had to be careful not to step inside too quickly because it was often occupied by some of the local fauna. Grandmother once got stung by a scorpion when she stepped inside without checking.

The parking lot was dirt and periodically oil would be ordered to be spread on the surface to keep the dust down. Now a days this is unheard of, but way way back then it was common practice.

All around was just desert. Well, the desert isn't just desert, there's a LOT in the desert if you take the time to look.

Grandmother and Grandfather and various family members helped collect all types of cactus specimens and transplant them to a cactus garden at the restaurant. They got some of everything and more of some than others. If someone found an interesting cactus that could be moved easily then it was added to the garden area. Soon it was a miniature version of the park across the road.

I remember one particular outing where they had found a "smallish" saguaro cactus about 8 feet tall and wanted to move it to the cafe. Even a small saguaro isn't all that small and they weigh tons. The cactus stores lots of water inside and they had to be careful not to damage any part of it while digging it up, moving it and planting it in the garden. I remember a lot of discussion and a lot of digging and hours of watching the family members shift the 8 foot cactus which weighed a lot more than anyone had expected. Eventually they got it to the cafe and added it to the collection.

They also built a small concrete watering basin outside under some palo verde trees. The local wild life and free range cattle and horses soon learned that water and shade could be had there and every day they came to drink and rest under the cool trees. Quail, cotton-tails and jack rabbits came, as well as the local road runners. Horned toads lived under the basin and kangaroo rats skipped near by.

I had a special rapport with the local wild life. I would sit very still at the pool and soon all the wild animals would come out. I could pet the horned toads and the rabbits would hop right next to me. The cattle would come to drink and give a sniff at my hair and puff their breath over me. The free range horses would tower over me but never stepped on me even though I was so small. I sat very still and didn't move. Soon they all forgot that I was even there and I could just watch them for hours.

Grandmother baked great pies and the ranchers taught her how to make chili the way they liked it: HOT. They came for chili, coffee and pie. Even on the hottest of days, it was hot chili, hot coffee and a piece of pie. It was simple fare but not so simple to prepare. Grandmother would get up early in the morning to start prepping for the days meals.

Once she helped me make a few small 4 inch berry pies. She showed me how to make the dough and roll it out in the miniature pie forms. Then we piled in the berries and put the top on it. Into the hot oven it went along with the rest of the days pies. Later that afternoon, she came out to find me and told me a lady wanted to buy my pies. I remember going into the cafe with her and the lady was very hopeful I would sell her the little pies. I hesitated a bit but I knew Grandmother could use the money so I agreed and the lady gave the money to Grandmother. Grandmother made sure I had my reward and every day she gave me 10 cents to spend in the cold soda machine.

Old Soda Machine
The soda machine was outside near the gas station part of the building. It was an upright machine and the sodas were all in glass bottles. I remember Grandfather putting the bottles into the machine and when people stopped for gas they always bought a cold soda even if they didn't go into the cafe for food.

Every day, I selected one soda from the machine with my 10 cents. I always selected the same kind: an ice cold strawberry soda. It was bright red in color, very sweet and had loads of fizz. I would take it into the cafe and ask for two straws. I would put the straws on each side of my mouth and pretend I was a vampire drinking blood. Grandmother would just smile at me and shoo me out when I'd finished my treat for the day.

Sometimes my brother and I would find an interesting piece of dead cactus. These we would bring back to the cafe and we would clean and sand the outside until it was smooth and shiny. It was something we did in the evening as we didn't have any television there. Often visitors would buy the sanded wood and turn them into lamps and my brother was always working on new pieces to have for sale.

At night there were no city lights to block out the stars. We would sit on the patio that Grandfather had poured and talk about the days adventures. We could hear the coyotes singing in the distance and occasionally a deer would come to the pond to drink and then scamper off again. Above us was the Milky Way and I remember how Grandfather would point out the constellations to me. The stars were so very bright and when the Moon was out you could see the long shadows of the trees and cactus all around us.

[Editor's note: This story was written by KimB]


Milky Way and Saguaro Cactus
Tucson, Arizona

Sunday, October 30, 2011

Tribal Travels, Musings, and Jawbone Canyon Chapter 2 by R. Cane

Knowing, learning and understanding these 'road codes' was - to my young mind – ultimately all an exercise to 'make time', in other words find the fastest way – a legitimate reason to be lead-footed! It seems all my uncles and family wore their competitiveness on their sleeves, and were always vying to break their time records!

Grandad claimed he once drove a new Hudson Hornet - with the boys - virtually non-stop from the East Coast to California in 2 days - only taking time for the boys to swap drivers, get gas and eat. This was long before 'fast food', and super highways - done on old farm roads and route 66 ... This was a danged & amazingly good record - and it was grandads, and It set the bar very high!

I learned that 'Making Time' was crucial and anything that might sidetrack or attempt to divert from the planned trip was to ever be avoided. Grandma understood this trait, and early on taught us - by example when traveling - to keep a coffee can available, since there would be no stopping until we get to point X !!

Grandad loved a good fast car! He was a good driver but he did enjoy a lead foot at times. Grandma would be concerned about his speed and would forcefully say 'Dad ...the limit here is 65!" ... and Grandad would usually get that ol' twinkle in his eye and sardonically reply .. "Well ... I'm doing every bit of that!" Grams would be exasperated, but Gramps kept that foot on the gas! btw - no one had cruise control in those days ... you actually drove the vehicle! Sometimes he would tease grams by claiming the highway sign was the speed limit – as in 'great, now we can do 101 mph' ! This usually got a resounding 'humpf' from grams. He really excelled at speeding on rural roads – especially when grams was sleeping in the back and couldn’t see the speedometer...

Of course hearing gory glory stories about the bad old days of travel always kept me rapt in my youth, with many harrowing tales of close calls on the infamous “Grapevine Hill” - 'back in the day' … runaway trucks, failed breaks, fog, juicy multi-car pileups and all that kind of fascinating stuff. I loved hearing about the problems encountered and the solutions. This was good stuff.

Grandad told me when he was young he drove a coal truck making deliveries in Kentucky, and he would be so overloaded that going up steep hills he would put the truck in 'double granny' low gear and walk alongside on the ground outside the truck – reaching in to the steering wheel thru the open door. I know it sounds unlikely, but he swore that it happened several times...What a cool move!

[Editor's note: This story was written by R. Cane and is part of a 10 story series]

Road Sign


Saturday, October 29, 2011

Plan D update

I've been making headway on my mission to knit a queen sized log cabin blanket for my daughter.

There have been a few false starts on joining the new color logs but after counting stitches several times to get the right count, I've managed to keep on track and things are lookin' good! I'm working on the 14th of the 16 squares needed.

The light at the end of the tunnel is still a long way off though. I still have to sew the squares together and then knit a border.


Log Cabin Knitted Squares

Friday, October 28, 2011

MrsB Goes Walk-About!

It's been a while since we did an update on MrsB's recovery from a broken hip back in May 2010. Since then she's been making excellent progress. She has resumed many of her regular activities although marathon running isn't on the list at the moment.

Here's a recent video of her going walk-about near her home and sending hi-fives to all!


Wednesday, October 26, 2011

The Recipe Box: Angel Macaroons

Angel Macaroons
From the recipe box of Esther
Original recipe by Betty Crocker

This recipe makes both regular and chocolate macaroons.

1 box Betty Crocker’s white angel food cake mix
½ cup water
1 teaspoon almond extract
1 package (7 oz) flaked coconut (2 cups)
1 tablespoon unsweetened baking cocoa
4 teaspoon butter or margarine
4 teaspoons unsweetened cocoa
4 teaspoons water
⅔ cup powdered sugar


Macaroon Cookies
  1. Heat oven to 350 degrees.
  2. Cover cookie sheets with cooking parchment paper.
  3. In large (4 quart) glass or metal bowl, beat cake mix, ½ cup water and the almond extract with electric mixer on low speed 30 seconds.
  4. On medium speed, beat one minute, scraping bowl occasionally.
  5. Fold in coconut.
  6. Drop half the mixture by teaspoonfuls about 4 inched apart onto the lined cookie sheets.
  7. Bake 7 to 9 minutes or till light golden brown around edges.
  8. Cool macaroons completely before removing from parchment paper.
  9. Meanwhile, stir 1 tablespoon cocoa into remaining mixture.
  10. Bake and cool the chocolate macaroons. (repeat as above)

Cookie Glaze
  1. In quart sauce pan, heat butter, 4 teaspoons cocoa and 4 teaspoons of water over low heat, stirring constantly until butter is melted.
  2. Stir in powdered sugar.
  3. Drizzle small amounts of glaze over each cookie.

Angel Macaroons

Sunday, October 23, 2011

Tribal Travels, Musings, and Jawbone Canyon Chapter 1 by R. Cane

My sister and I grew up in California, but we traveled extensively back and forth to Arizona. Many, many trips back and forth forged our travel itinerary as teens. Palo Alto to Tucson … back again … LA to SF and back, or vice-verse. We did a lot of traveling.

Growing up, I was endlessly fascinated by, and enjoyed listening to, my nomadic family discuss travel. It held my interest to listen to various uncles, friends, shirt-tail kin, parents and grandparents outline a travel trip by rattling off series of highway numbers that - to my young ears - were like secret codes... this was an adult thing I had better pay attention to, and learn, so I would be able to make my own suggestions for trekking and travels when my time came. I can recall pouring over road maps to find these exotic highways and byways, all the better to learn the roads and best ways to get around this beautiful country. I simply loved and embraced travel!

In our tribe, if anyone was planning a trip, it was not uncommon for intense discussions to erupt about the latest and best - or better- routes, hazards to watch for, construction to be mindful of and such, not to mention which combinations of highways were best in various weather conditions, and which were most dangerous.

I would be in awe of the dueling equations … one uncle would swear by one route … another by another, and the folks had their own sets of road combinations to get places they preferred . These were always slung together by a string of all the various connecting highway numbers needed to make time and get from point A to B. Everyone had a dog in the fight and would suggest their 'best' routes and mildly chastise others for their woeful lack of understanding why their series of roads would be better.

This competition was a high art form in our tribe!

[Editor's note: This story was written by R. Cane and is the first in a series of 10 stories.]


Route 66



Saturday, October 22, 2011

Star Light

Star Light

Twinkling in the starry night
Granting wishes with your light
Sleeping by day, Shining by night
So all can glory at the sight.

Beaming joy to those below
Who gaze the splendor of the show
Silent colors of music glow
And magic spells en-rapt the soul

Marion Bigelow September 15, 2011

Wednesday, October 19, 2011

The Recipe Box: Poached Pears à la Chef P

Poached Pears à la Chef P
from the recipe box of A. Nonymous

As I have mentioned previously, my good friend and Executive Chef - 'Chef P' - often brings me wonderful goodies and so called 'leftovers' from his fancy gala events - and thus I get to delight in marvelous 5 star cooking that I would usually never experience!

One of my all time favorites is a side dish - almost a dessert - that he makes frequently for these events. I swear they are just about the tastiest food experience you can have. I am smitten with these morsels of culinary delight... so how ever did I discover these gems of flavor you ask?

Some time ago, Chef P brought me a huge pan of 'leftover' roasted duck, with special exotic veggies, and really the most sensational garlic-turnip mashed potatoes ever. Also in the pan however - were several small- almost tiny and purplish items - that I initially mistook for small beets. They were about the size of small limes, but I wasn't sure what they were.

I am terribly allergic to beets, so I called Chef to asked about them, and to my pleasant surprise he laughed and told me they were 'Poached Pears'. I had never heard of Poached Pears before. This was new culinary territory, but since they were safe to try, I dug right in. WOW !!

They were really flavorful, rich with that classic 'pear' flavor naturally, but infused with complex 'other' flavors. I was smitten with the delightful yet mysterious flavors, and even the lovely color. I puzzled over what the ingredients might be, but finally I called him, and just had to learn how he prepared and cooked them because they were over the moon DELICIOUS. Chef P has always been very generous with cooking info, so of course he gladly shared the following recipe, which is exactly as I it got from him.

If you make these Poached Pears exactly like this, I promise you are definitely in for a real taste treat!!!

Poached Pears à la Chef P

1. " In a sauce pan, fill approximately 1/3 of the way with red wine. Add sugar until the tartness of the wine is almost gone, then add water to achieve 1/2 on the pan.

2. Then add: Star Anise, Cinnamon Stick, Whole Clove, and a Bay leaf.

3. Brew for 20 min.

4. While brewing, peel and seed the small pears from the flower end - using a melon baller.

5. Be sure the pears will submerge fully, and poach until tender, using the tip of a paring knife.

6. Chill pan over ice - while pears are still in the cooking liquid."

7. Serve chilled.
Warning! -- Be prepared for a flavor explosion, and many compliments from your guests!

On another occasion, Chef brought some that had been cooked in Champagne... which were especially delicate in flavor and had a lovely hint of the sweet Champagne flavor throughout - Really really tasty!

The recipe is really simple, so I decided to try and make some myself for the holidays, with great success . To keep alcohol to a minimum, I substituted a bottle of Martinelli's Sparkling Cider for Champagne, and used a lesser amount of the red wine [which gives the lovely color]. This was a very very nice version also. I don't think you can go wrong making these any way you go. A wonderful treat for a fancy dinner, or just delicious snack-dessert for anytime.

For a wonderful change of pace, try making or experimenting with Poached Pears yourself, and tell us what you think. You only risk having a new favorite !? Enjoy!!


Poached Pears à la Chef P

Monday, October 17, 2011

A Wee Bit Tipsy by KimB

My immediate family are teetotalers or just about. Alcohol was not often on the menu or not consumed in large amounts. Of course other members of the family drank various alcoholic beverages and we have our share of causal and heavy drinkers like any other family, but for the most part, alcohol was not a common item in our house.

On special occasions, Mom would buy a bottle of Cold Duck and everyone would get a “splash” in a glass. When I say “splash”, I mean, just enough to wet the bottom of the glass. First, the bottle had to serve everyone who was in attendance, and second, no one was supposed to get drunk.

Now, my Grandfather being from the south, did like a bit of “southern comfort” from time to time but Grandmother rarely touched anything stronger than milk. That being said, she did have a fondness for champagne and if champagne was mentioned, Grandmother was sure to put out her glass for a taste.

At one family dinner hosted by my mother, she forgot to get the Cold Duck. It was the last minute and there was no way to get any, as the guests, including Grandmother and Grandfather, were arriving. It was “What to do, Percy?”

Mom had a brilliant idea! There was ample 7-Up in the fridge and she would pour the 7-Up and tell Grandmother and the others that it was champagne. The kitchen was completely separate from the living room and no one would know about the substitution.

Soon, the serving glasses had their “splash” as usual and these were handed around to the guests chatting in the living room and there were various comments about how good the champagne tasted! Grandmother sipped hers and she was delighted at how good it was and soon her “splash” was gone.

Mom, offered her another “splash” if she wanted it, saying that there was still some extra in the bottle. And Grandmother readily accepted. This time, we made it “a bit bigger” splash and with a flourish handed it to her. Grandmother was delighted and sipped her champagne happily as we all waited for dinner to be served. As everyone happily chatted about the upcoming dinner, Grandmother suddenly announced,

“Oh, this champagne is so good! I think I'm a wee bit tipsy!”

[Editor's note: This story was written by KimB]


Champagne Glasses

Saturday, October 15, 2011

Saguaro Cactus

When one thinks of desert cactus, Saguaro comes to mind. They are majestic in size and strangely shaped. They are only found in the Sonora Desert, part of which is in California and Arizona. Most of Baja California and the state of Sonora in Mexico is included. Saguaro do not tolerate frost so are found only below the elevation of 3500 feet.

Saguaro in Bloom
The arms of a Saguaro only grow after the cactus is 15 feet tall and has reached around 75 years of age. They can have many arms and average about 30 feet tall. The tallest are around 200 years old with more than 50 arms. They can grow to over 50 feet tall, but there are 50 varieties of tree like cacti in Mexico and So. America that are taller than Saguaro.

The skin of a Saguaro is smooth but inside are 2 inch spines that give a pleated look. As the cactus absorbs and stores water the pleats expand to store as much as a ton of water.
The many holes Gila Woodpeckers make digging for water are sealed by the plant to prevent water loss. The root system of a Saguaro is very shallow, radiating and wrapping around rocks for stability. The tap root is only about 3 feet long.

They bloom every year in May and June. Over a period of a month a few of the flowers open at night, secreting a sweet nectar. Bats, birds and insects help in pollination since Saguaro are only fertilized by another cactus. By noon the following day, the flower closes forever and if pollination has taken place a fruit will grow at the base of the flower. A ripe fruit will split when its 3 inches in size, scattering thousands of seeds.

Wednesday, October 12, 2011

The Recipe Box: Basmati Rice

Basmati Rice
From the recipe box of KimB

Growing up, rice was more often on the table than potatoes but for a long long time I never realized that there were other ways of cooking it besides The Standard Recipe. Over the years, I've learned about other recipes, like Risotto which uses Arborio rice, but until recently I didn't know how to cook Basmati rice so that it would come out the same way it does in an Indian Restaurant. It is extremely simple and easy to master.

There are a few secrets to cooking Basmati rice:

1. Rinse thoroughly until the water is clear
2. Soak the rice before cooking (15 min or more)
3. Use less water to cook (1½ cups of water)
4. Cook 11 minutes on low heat and let it sit 11-15 minutes OFF the burner.

Details:

1. Rinse the rice until the water runs clear, especially if the rice comes from outside the USA. The cloudy color comes from the milling and will make the rice "clump".

2. Soak the rice in clear water. 15 minutes or more. Basmati rice absorbs a great deal of water and the longer you soak it the more it absorbs.

3. If you pre-soak the rice, you will need less water to cook it with: about 1½ cups on average.

4. Only cook the rice for 11 minutes on low, then take it OFF the burner and let it sit for 11-15 minutes more. The rice will continue to cook and absorb all the water.

Standard Rice

2 cups water
1 cup rice
salt

Boil the water. Add salt.
Add the rice. Bring back to a boil. Cover the pan.
Turn down the heat to lowest setting.
Cook 20 minutes.

Basmati Rice

1½ cups water
1 cup rice
salt
optional:
2 tbsp olive oil

Rinse the rice until the water runs clear.
Soak the rice in clear water. 15 minutes or more.

Boil the water. Add salt and olive oil.
Add the rice. Bring back to a boil. Cover the pan.
Turn down the heat to lowest setting.
Cook 11 minutes then remove from the burner and let sit 11-15 minutes.


Basmati Rice


Tuesday, October 11, 2011

Google Translator by KimB

[Note: Editor's Post]

We have added the Google Translator Widget to MrsB's site!

This is a great utility and will allow many more people to read the stories and memoirs! Just select the language you want from the drop down list.

We hope you will all have fun reading in every language!

Monday, October 10, 2011

Brushes with Greatness Series: Steve Jobs
by R. Cane

Steve Jobs was my term project.

Back in the 70's I decided to go back to College on the GI Bill. I was about 30-ish years old and it was a fun experience, even though I felt like the 'old man' of the school, This was softened by my life experiences, which were interesting fodder for my classmates, and I became a sort of 'go to' guy for many of life's mysterious questions.

I was taking a lot of 'elective' type courses to ease myself back into the hectic schedule and discipline of tackling college, and I must say I am proud of how well I did adjust to the fast paced and demanding routines of furthering my education.

After one semester, I needed a certain type of class to move to the next level, and the choices were not so great, as they mostly consisted of complex science or mathematics or other rigorous disciplines, but I noticed a class that would give me the proper credit I needed, and after meeting with the instructor to get a feel for how complex the material was, I found that it would an interesting and not overly taxing course.

It was called 'Future Studies', and was designed for us to explore all the myriad new technologies coming out in the mid 70's - and explore how they might affect our future. This was a broad enough topic, and with so many new and wondrous developments in so many fields coming out, this was a fascinating opportunity – interesting, challenging, and memorable too as I was to find out. I signed right up.

We covered many interesting topics in our weekly meetings, but early on we were assigned a term project – which was about 70% of our final grade. I explored many possibilities, but all the good topics had been taken, so I met with the instructor to see what else I might be able to cook up.

The instructor told me about a friend of hers, that was building a computer, and would I be interested in doing something about how computers might affect our life in the coming years? There were no personal computers in those days, and I was picturing a pipe smoking guy at IBM who was piecing together old military surplus at home to make a 'brainiac' type main frame. It seemed interesting and curious, so I accepted when she asked if I wanted her to make an introduction to her friend, and then explore what he was doing.

Now to recap the technology of the 70's, computers did not exist outside of IBM mainframes the size of living rooms themselves, or some geeky science clubs that built radio shack devices for who knows what reason. Vinyl records were the main form or music media, although small portable cassette tape units were just becoming popular. If you wanted to make a phone call, you 1) used your home phone, or 2) used a Pay Phone Booth. The concept of mobile phones was still science fiction of the sort -found in comics like Dick Tracey's 2-way wrist radio.... or Sci-Fi TV – like Star Trek 'communicators'. Stereo shops – to play the vinyl - were all the rage, where you could go buy monster home sound and speaker systems. Digital watches were expensive and new, and people worried about kids not knowing what 'clockwise' meant. There were no digital calculators. Mechanical 'adding machines' were the best you could do. Word processing was a typewriter. The world of the1970's was a far different landscape than what we know today – technologically speaking.

It was arranged that I would meet the guy making the computer, so I got his name and number. I called and he was very gracious, liked the idea of helping me on my term project and assured me that none of the other students would be able to out do his presentation. So I was invited to his home – a houseboat in Sausalito.

When I arrived for the appointment, I had to walk the dock and pier to get to the right houseboat, which had a kind of covered porch all around the outside. This porch area was loaded with many boxes of – yep – army surplus electronic wire harnesses, bits and parts of card readers, and tons of mystery electronical stuff... enough to make the most hard core techie feel like he had found the pot of gold by the rainbow. I thought – well here we go!

Steve came out to meet me, and when he saw I was interested in all the surplus electronic stuff, he laughed and explained that was just stuff he had been collecting and using for a long time for parts in his prototype and experiments. He was younger than me, and had a lanky frame with a bushy head of hair, mustache, and chin whiskers bordering on a beard. He was quite hairy then. He was smiling, and immediately warm and engaging.

He was very nice, and extremely patient with me. I told him that the idea of a 'home-computer' was a mystery to me, and quizzed him on what he was actually doing. He explained that he and his partner were devising a personal use 'micro-computer' and that would be what he would present to the class.

I was fascinated, but still did not have a good grasp of what he was making. I still had visions of a room full of mainframes.

He explained to me, that he did not have the working version or model to actually show me there at that moment, but he insisted over and over that I would immediately grasp what he was making when I could actually see it... but the only one available was the prototype which was still down by Stanford University. When I told him I was born at Stanford, and that my dad was a grad, that seemed to seal the connection and any doubts about me or my project. He was in.

He was patient and careful with his words, but he could see that I was struggling to grasp exactly what he was making. It definitely was not the main-frame thing, but I was unable to fully imagine what it was. He talked with his hands a lot ... showing me the shape of the unit and such.

He told me about all the possibilities the home computer would create for the world, and even in our first meeting, he was quite visionary about what his 'computers' would do for 'everyday folks'. He clearly was not designing for industry, but for the private home user. I asked him about who would buy or use them, and was curious how he was funding the production. He explained that he and his partner had borrowed some money from their folks and friends for the initial production run. He said 'everyone would be using a 'micro-computer' in the near future. This was the subject of my class. I was in!

As he walked me back to my car, he explained that he was writing the 'operating system' ... and I had to ask if that was like an instruction manual, and he grinned and had to explain that it was kinda what actually ran the machine. I had a vague image form of him at an IBM Selectric typewriter, banging off written instructions. I left with more knowledge than I had arrived with, but more confused and less sure about what he was creating.

We met and talked several more times to follow up - over the run of the semester, as I had to give progress reports about the status of my Term Project from time to time. Steve was very open and free with information, and answered any and all questions to explain as much as needed or I what I could absorb. By now the first machines were in production, and the first form fit molded plastic cases were being mass produced by a manufacturer. I was assured that the assembled unit was going to blow my mind, and be as beautiful and useful as promised. Up to this point he did not have any drawings, sketches of photos of the unit, so was left to my own imagination and the waving of his hands to make a picture of what was coming.

Well the first batch of cases and assembled guts did not fit together – the case was too small for the 'mother-board'. Steve was fit to be tied. There was nothing to do but get new cases made, since the hardware was all done. Back to square one on the cases, and a delay for the class presentation.

At this point though, I was running out of time to make the presentation. I called Steve several times pointing out my time crunch, and ever the trooper, he promised he would make the presentation – one way or another, but he REALLY wanted to show off the finished and complete first Apple Computer...in the case as promised. [First glimpse of the perfectionist?]

Alas, the semester was almost over, and finally I HAD to make the presentation. I told Steve that we just 'had' to do it... this was the last week of class and my semester grade was riding on this. He reluctantly agreed. He was expecting delivery of the new cases any day, but we were out of waiting time.

I went to pick him up, and we gathered up the proto-type Apple – at this point miscellaneous bits, bobs, n wires and lunked it all into two card board boxes. Everything was all just jumbled in ; wires, monitor, the keyboard and primitive mouse -- all jumbled into the open cardboard boxes. He was severely disappointed not to have the case – they were due any day. Oh well, and off we went to my class.

I vividly recall helping him carry the 2 boxes up the steps to the second floor class. Curiously, one of the other student presenters was arriving – riding on a recumbent bicycle – the kind where you literally lay down to ride - and Steve was just fascinated by it, and held the door so the guy could ride it in, and then he just continued up the stairs in front of us. I could tell Steven was clearly impressed, but he whispered to me that his presentation would still be a whole lot better than the bike!

We got to the class room , and he started to set up the gear ... monitor and keyboard, mouse and all the wires. Whilst he was doing all that, we heard all about the recumbent bicycle – built buy the student himself – and how it would become the next 'hot' cycling craze. He explained all the healthful and ergonomic reasons behind its design. He got a nice round of applause, and then it was time for Steve.

I made the introduction, and – typically he was wearing jeans and a tee shirt – he began explaining how he came up with the idea, what the general idea was, and how he saw computers in our future. He described how it would revolutionize home finance and budgets, accounting, planning and design – like CAD – he had lofty ideas that I suspect just kind of went over everyone’s head that day, but it was quite clear that he understood how these wires in the cardboard boxes were going to change the future! He was magnetic in his enthusiasm.

Needless to say – he was quite chagrined and frustrated to have had to schlepp it all into the class via two cardboard boxes. When it was set up, it looked like the open back of an old tube TV set – wires all helter-skelter, the keyboard and mouse – still everyone was rapt and fascinated.

He described the molded cases and how all that stuff would fit into a single unit, and this unit would then be able to sit in the kitchen, or home office, help with homework, games, writing and endless other ways our life would be eased by using it.

Remember there was no internet or email or texting yet, but he saw all of that somehow, and shared his vision of the computer driven future, and the vast interconnection it would bring. I think that day it was lost on the majority of us, and none of us thought - I'm sure – that we had just seen the tip of our future.

He ultimately was responsible for creating major chunks of that future, and that these exposed wires and chips we were looking at were the actual seed of all that coming change. It was not elegant or easy to follow. Sounded a lot like Sci-Fi stuff to most folks, and I think there was a feeling that it – at best – might be a fancy toy for the home. I recall the sense that no one –– really saw what Steve saw, and that it was hard to embrace it as more than a gimmick by and for geeks. I had discussed enough with Steve in the build up to the presentation, to have a better sense of what was coming, and how computers could be a wonderful tool – although it was clear these would be stand alone units in everyone’s home. I'm sure even Steven, was surprised when they all got connected by the internet. That's when the vision all came together. But I digress.

If you recall the original Apple computers when they came out – were sleek one unit design, akin to an electric typewriter... those were the missing cases still being re-made. He must've apologized a dozen times, about the roughness of the presentation prototype. Oddly enough, his presentation was remarkably quite similar to the ones we see on the news, where he gets a twinkle in his eye when he explains and displays the new gizmo. He was just like that. But Bushy haired and bearded.

He demonstrated 'Pong' and some other similar games – he predicted that games would be a mainstay of the 'home mini-computer', he fired up a calculator function and demonstrated that. He showed us some simple word processing and a few other things. Remember this was 1976. There were not yet pocket electronic calculators. We used slide rules then. Word processing was still a typewriter!

He took some questions, and it was clear that folks were intrigued and fascinated, but they were not fully grasping the potential, and were lost in the mechanics of how it worked, all the wires, the keyboard and mouse and the physical system, but Steve kept redirecting the conversation away from the 'wires' and mechanical stuff, to what it could potentially do, and all the unknown things that would yet come from it becoming an everyday 'home' tool.

He got a nice round of applause and we gathered up the first Apple back into the boxes, chatted a few folks who lingered with more questions. He was really pleased about how it went and the reaction, and it was clearly one of his first – if not the actual first – demo to strangers -- of the first Apple computer!

I drove him back to the houseboat, and thanked him profusely – I chatted him once or twice after that by phone, to tell him that 'we' got an A. He was quite pleased for me, and he invited me to come by and see the – finally arrived – new computer in the correct case. It was quite nice and very compact... well lets face it, it was beautiful. I was duly impressed, thanked him again. We made plans to meet again later, as I was interested greatly in the project for myself, but alas, as fate would have it we never met again. That was the last time I saw him in person.

Whenever I tell folks today that I knew Steve Jobs a little – 'back in the early days', I think they shine me on ... like, "yeah, right ... you knew Steve Jobs.. sure you did" ... but I really did.

This has always been a very cherished memory, and certainly one of my most important brushes with greatness. He was 'our generations' Leonardo da Vinci, and true visionary. I have often reflected on his 'predictions' that day, and how many have actually been realized.

When I look back on my many achievements and experiences in life, I have always been amazed at this encounter with Steve Jobs. I have had many brushes with the famous. This was an interaction with a visionary genius.

I saw on the news that people were using a new phrase... I join in... iSad.


[Editor's note: This story was written by R. Cane]

Steven Paul "Steve" Jobs (February 24, 1955 – October 5, 2011)

First Apple Computer Ad
First Apple Computer



First Apple Motherboard



Saturday, October 08, 2011

Theater: Spring Awakening by Richard

Frances and I recently went to the San Jose Rep Theater for another theater outing.

We enjoyed the play Spring Awakening a musical. The play is about school children entering puberty and as they struggled with their sexuality.  The music,the songs,the dancing and the acting was wonderful.

[Editor's note: This story was written by Richard]


Spring Awakening Musical


Wednesday, October 05, 2011

The Recipe Box: Asparagus

Asparagus
From the recipe box of ElGato

The trick to cooking really tasty asparagus is not to over cook it. It should be fork tender but still "al dente" (firm) for the best texture and great flavor. Asparagus can be served hot or cold.

1. Buy 1 lb of thin asparagus spears
2. Snap off the lower end and discard
3. Wash thoroughly
4. Boil water in a pot that has a steamer top section
or one that will take a steamer gadget.
5. Place asparagus in the steamer and steam over the
boiling water about 2 min.
Do not over cook. Check frequently until it is fork tender.
It should be al dente (firm) not soft or mushy.
6. Serve while hot.
It can also be refrigerated and served cold too (e.g. as a salad topping).
I prefer to eat it plain but if you like, you can add seasoning to your taste.


Asparagus in steamer

So How Does YOUR Garden Grow?

KimB

Well, the last of the summer veggies plants have hit the compost recycle bin and looking at 6 empty tubs just made my Work Ethic itch. So, I've planted a winter garden.

Winter might not be the best description though as the winters where I live are still short-sleeves and shorts weather – even in December you see people wearing short-sleeves, shorts and sandals. The mountains around us are the Sierra Nevadas and it looks like Switzerland up there with snow and skiing, but down in the valley, it'll be shorts and short-sleeves for many. So I figured, I'd give it a go and see what happens.

All the buckets are now planted and I have hopes for the following:
  • Turnips
  • Garlic
  • Carrots – 2 pots, one with Nantes regular orange carrots and the other a multicolored set of white, yellow, red and purple.
  • Beets – Dutch Baby Ball Beets and a multicolored set of candy striped, red and gold.
  • Potatoes – red and white (from our great harvest) and some dutch yellow ones.
So far, the carrots and turnips have sprouted and the garlic is just starting to come up too!


Turnips
Carrots

Saturday, October 01, 2011

Plan D

I finally decided on the Log Cabin Star design, which was Plan D, for the knitted queen size blanket, and purchased Super Saver yarn, choosing colors in that category’s limited palette.

Because each of the 16 squares will be large, I chose three colors of dark and 3 colors of light to surround the red center. The colors are 'no dye lot', which means any additional skeins needed will match the color I'm using.

Of course I had to get started knitting once I had the yarn, and without qualms or hesitation I picked up my knitting needles and the red yarn. Blessed are beginners with their confidence, their lack of experience not withstanding.

After knitting the first log color, I was off to a good start. It wasn't until I was almost finished with the first square of the blanket that I discovered an error made soon after beginning the work. EGADS!

I didn't want to rip out those hours of knitting, but neither did I want the error to extrapolate. I fudged a few stitches here and there until the error wasn't too noticeable and finished the square.

One down and 15 more to go.

Plan D Log Cabin Knit Square
Plan D Log Cabin Knit Square