I honor you, Dad
Pioneer, survivor
Purple Heart Veteran
I see your leg the color purple
From the shrapnel buried there
One of America the brave
First wave immigrant
Field laborer
Picking artichokes and asparagus
Green of the earth,
Green, the color of heroism
Surviving poverty and prejudice and injustice
I honor you, Dad
Simple, humble
Man of numbers, not words
As I recall ledger entries
Detailing Mel’s Studio Barber Shop
Crew Cut $6
Hot Shave $4
Sympathetic ear, free
No charge
I recall the numbers on school tuition receipts
Clipped neatly together by year
Year after year after year
For 27 years
Morning Star Elementary
Star of the Sea
Presentation High
I honor you, Dad
Obsessive, methodical
As I teach Rennie to store video game cables
And computer power cords
I remember you
Never sweating the details
Unless the details were yours
Like how to wrap a loose cable or wire
Looped evenly upon itself, then just the right amount
Of cord spiraled around the rest,
The end neatly pushed through the loop
To tie it off.
Details
Like how to spoon rice from the rice pot
Starting from one side,
Moving in clockwise fashion around the pot,
Never leaving a grain sitting on the rim,
But if so, carefully wiping it with a napkin
Before the pot closed
So as not to waste a single grain
I honor you, Dad
Meticulous, precise
The only imperfections you tolerated
Were those evidenced by your daughters,
And your family
We could do no wrong in your eyes,
We could only surprise you with the never ending
Messiness of our lives
I honor you, Dad
Unintended futurist, history maker
From you I learned
To conserve, and reuse and repurpose
Before recycling was legislated
Before composting become a middle class, new era movement
And before Al Gore discovered An Inconvenient Truth
As I prepare old bread, cereal and other scraps
To feed the ducks
At Stow Lake with my kids
I realize this practice, now three generations old
Was once your, is now our San Francisco tradition
One not celebrated in the history books,
But captured instead in the history of your life
A century of history, 98 years
Of living,
Of sharing
Of loving
Pioneer, hero, simple man of few words
I honor you, Dad
I honor you, Dad
I honor you, Dad
Below are some of the pictures from our trip:
Riley was not a fan of pigeons! They converged around while we were at Ghirardelli Square having a snack, and Steve and Dad got him worried that they'd poop on his head. This was his protective measure.
Gramps was a WWII Veteran and Purple Heart recipient. At his burial he was recognized by the Honor Guard. A bugler played Taps, and his flag was folded and presented to the family. It was extremely moving and so beautiful.
My dad presented Gramp's flag to the sisters "On behalf of a Grateful Nation."
Cousin Analicia is a dessert chef, and makes amazing cakes. This was at the luncheon following the funeral.
Analicia, Rhyanna, and Veronica, the second round of 20-something cousinettes!
The cousins all went out for dinner and then went to Sea Bowl in Pacifica for late-night bowling.
On Saturday we headed to the Community Healing Garden Festival at Yerba Buena Gardens. It was organized by our cousin Felicia and the Purple Moon Dance Project (http://www.purplemoondance.org). There was dance, music, and art from all different cultures. Below, Riley plays the cowbell along with the Taiko Drummers
We rode the Playland Carousel, which used to be at Playland at the Beach back in the day, but is now enclosed at the Zeum at the Yerba Buena Gardens. Gramps used to take my mom and her sisters to Playland when they were young.
After the festival, we headed over to Grandma Soriano's house for a delicious lunch and visit. Riley got to pick a lemon off "Lola's" lemon tree.
Saturday night was another cousin outing to Pier 23, where a local reggae band, Native Elements was playing. Below are Veronica, Rhyanna, Cassie, Me, Holli and Felicia
I think it's hilarious that Keith and Tony have the exact same expression on their faces...they may have been thinking, "Something herbal is in the air." Well, it was a reggae concert after all!