Driving South

It was time again. Time to pack up the van and take an old fashioned car trip. spite the ever-rising gas prices and the role of auto emissions on global warming we still felt compelled to drive, not fly, south and to get on the road to visit friends and family, scattered far and wide. Like they say, you're either part of the problem or part of the solution. This time, with our big Honda van, we would be part of the problem I guess. I would have taken the bicycle but Florida was a wee bit far for a bike ride.

Reluctantly, we left the little cat at home with our friend Sue to look after her and left cold New York for warm parts. Our first stop would be Arlington, VA where we parked ourselves at the lovely house of our dear friends, Ellen and Brian. After a lovely dinner and a refreshing night of sleep, we started out on our trip to Florida. But first we made a quick stop for a long-overdue visit and brunch with my cousin Dottie. She was glad to see us and the feeling was entirely mutual.


We visit with Ellen and Brian.


Stacey and Ellen in front of the Egan house in Arlington.

Dottie is a foodie (like us) so it was a pleasure to bring her whitefish salad and lox from Ess-A-Bagel in Manhattan and bagels from the Bagel Hole in Brooklyn. We sat down and enjoyed the New York treats and reminisced about the good times when she and her husband Bob used to enjoy all the good things the city had to offer.


Dottie and Stacey ... catching up on things.


A maichel for Dottie. (Meichel = "delicacy" in Yiddish).


Stacey poses for a farewell photo with Dottie.


And Matt, too.

After our nice visit with my cousin we got into our car and started our drive toward Florida in earnest. We'd continue through Virginia, then both Carolinas, then Georgia and finally we would reach our destination, Deerfield Beach, in the Sunshine State -- home of my Aunt Bea and my Uncle Walter. But, um, not so fast. This was to be that ol' fashioned road trip after all and we had some places to explore on the way down. it would be another three days before we'd get to the Schaffer homestead in Florida.

We drove and drove and after some hours entered North Carolina. This state is known (to me, anyway) for its fabulous barbecue. If I had my way, we would have stopped at each one that's featured on a great website I found: Holly Eats. But time, and an older digestive system, allowed for only one stop and we chose Ralph's in Weldon, NC. We skipped the all-you-care-to-eat buffet and opted for a platter for Stacey and a pulled-pork sandwhich for me. North Carolina barbecue features a regional vinegar-based sauce, not the tomatoey barbecue fixins that most people are familiar with which comes from other parts of the country.


Time for lunch, right?


Welcome to Ralph's. Lunch buffet $6.95 ... wow!


Hush you puppies! Stacey felt she had to sample the local specialities.

We finished our dinner and continued on the interstate making our way through North Carolina, stopping here and there whenever our interest was piqued. That's how we found ourself in Selma, North Carolina, advertised as a town of antiques. Unfortunately, it was after five and stores were mostly closed. So we walked around a beautiful old main street, looking into closed stores' windows and then continued on our way.


Checking the antiquities in Selma, North Carolina.


Selma's main street with a beautiful old drug store in a fading day's light.

We spent the night somewhere in South Carolina and continued our drive stopping for another barbecue lunch in the town of Santee. Here was the Lone Star Barbecue. A local developer had moved, and thus preserved, some old, historic buildings and opened a barbecue restaurant in them. This time it was a buffet for us so we took generous helpings of southern fried chicken, pulled pork and mac and cheese. We vowed to skip dinner later that night ... and we did.


A young woman and an antique car outside the Lone Star Barbecue in Santee, South Carolina.


Ready for some more good old barbecue.

In the next installment -- a quick stop in Savannah, Georgia and then onwards to Florida.

The Greatest Generation

Mar 18, 2007

I came of age in the 1960's. It was then that I cut my eye teeth in the political struggles for civil rights and the fight to end the war in Vietnam. The 60's were just 30 years out from the terrible times of the Great Depression and a mere 15 years from the end of World War II. Today Vietnam is a distant memory and if you asked young people about the Depression and the second world war, many would be hard pressed to give you much insight into either. To a large extent that's a product of our corporate-controlled mass media and culture which would have us forget our history. As they say, those who ignore the lessons of history are bound to repeat it. The Great Depression holds lessons for today's struggles against economic injustice, just as the echoes of Vietnam reverberate from the walls of Baghdad.

I learned important lessons from my parents and incorporated their values into mine. They were of that generation who were the sons and daughters of the immigrant waves who poured into this country in the early part of the 20th century and their parents gave them a keen awareness of economics and politics, having fled the hard times and repression of Europe and other parts.Their parents also imbued them with a sceptical eye critical of the promised blessings of American capitalism where the streets were said to have been paved with gold. More often, those streets were home to those out of work and hungry for a bit of food. They quickly learned that in America they had to stand together or they would die apart. And so they organized. The built the mighty trade union movement and with that came other victories: social security, unemployment insurance, a 40-hour work week, health insurance. Without a knowledge of history and the sacrifices of those who came before, these social benefits have often been taken for granted by the generations that followed (perhaps not so much any longer in the age of Bush) not knowing that they were the fruit of many a bitter struggle and were not given from on high but instead wrested from the political establishment and the corporate power that had run the country without a care for those who worked for a living.

And then that generation went to war as an evil fascism decended on the world. They understood the danger and rose to the challenge and, with great loss of life and limb, defeated it. It's no wonder they were called the Greatest Generation!

It was with this appreciation that I attended, yesterday, the 90th birthday celebration of a dear friend, Ann Yellin. Friends of my parents, forever it seemed, Ann and Jack Yellin were residents of the same Manhattan Beach community that I grew up in. Jack, who died many years ago, was an electrician. He was one of those brave band of so-called premature anti-fascists, joining the redoutable Abraham Lincoln Brigade to fight in Spain where Franco, with Hitler's help, was trying to overthrow the democratically-elected government.

Ann was a registered nurse. But she was also a consummate activist, participating in and leading every struggle that confronted the people from civil rights to health care. And she was always, always active in the fight for world peace, be it the movmement to end the war in Vietnam or joining with tens of thousands of others to end the threat of nuclear armageddon. To this day, she remains active in these wonderfully humane activities. So this was not just a celebration of a 90th birthday, an important accomplishment in its own right, it was also a celebration of a wonderful and meaningful life - one dedicated to helping people, caring about people, caring about our planet. If there is anything more eloquent that can be said about a person's life and its meaning, I don't know what it is.

Happy Birthday to you Ann and thank you for all that you've done. May we all appreciate Ann Yellin and others of her generation that stood up to be counted when it mattered most. May we all learn from her generation and use that knowledge as we face the challenges of today and tomorrow.

Here's to you, Anne!

Happy Birthday, Ann!

To see all my photos of Ann's party just click here.