Friendship Communities (3) – The Densters

Everyone needs a hobby or special interest when they face retirement (or just to stay sane during those “early years”). Notice I said retirement...not when we quit working. I’m of the firm belief (after 10 years of retirement experience) that for many folks, retirement is when you work harder...the difference is that this time it’s for yourself, for your own projects, and with your own deadlines.

I love to bake bread. I saw retirement as the opportunity to build a wood-fired oven (WFO) and bake lots of bread for my neighbors and friends. I also thought it would be a way to meet people and have something special in the way of Foodie Entertainment. Since we didn’t have air conditioning, Susan thought an outside WFO was a good idea just to keep our house cooler during the summer months by reducing the inside cooking chores. So when we retired in 2009, I started the process of building our WFO. As always, Susan was thinking much farther ahead than I. She did not want me working out in the rain (and tracking mud back in the house) and she did not want to have our envisioned guests to be surrounded by the Oregon flies, mosquitoes, yellow jackets, and other uninvited critters as we sat down for a meal al fresco or to have a brief shower change our dining venue.

As the outside structure took form around the WFO, we found that a neighbor up the hill really wanted to try baking bread in the oven. Diane is an excellent cook with some fascinating restaurant experience, a retired professional photographer, and a fabulous talent for making memorable beers. Her husband Peter had an engineering background, loved vintage sports cars, also had experience in professional photography, loves good wines & tawny ports, and is also a terrific cook was in the food industry for years. While living in Minneapolis and working at a high end restaurant, Peter and Diane met & served many famous people, including a President and (more importantly to me) Julia Child. In addition, Peter is originally from England and has that sought after British accent and sense of humor. Diane is always able to put together tasty loaves of bread, luscious custards, and mouth-watering pies & tarts paired with an excellent home brew on pretty short notice. Who could resist inviting the Griffins down to dinner?

Peter & Diane at a dinner up the river with brew buddies.

Susan & I and Bob & Deb enjoying a summer
 evening party at the Griffins

Our neighbors just upriver, Bob & Deb Walker turned out to be a good addition to the group as we’d get together for a Friday bread bake. Bob is a retired fireman with a rich supply of fun stories from those years fighting fires and from his time in the Navy (yes, our Navy). He did a lot of cooking at the firehouse and had plenty of experience at a butcher shop before the Navy. Diane got him interested in charcuterie and it wasn’t uncommon to have him show up on a Friday with some sausage or other delightful prepared meat item as a taste tester. Deb retired as an accountant and they both did years serving on Search & Rescue teams. Now, Bob is becoming a master at turning wood on his lathe and enjoys making everything from Spurtles (yes, I’m going to make you look it up) to Mobiles. With their knowledge of training dogs for Search & Rescue, after moving to Roseburg, they became involved with training dogs to hunt Oregon truffles. The Oregon Truffle Festival has become quite popular on the West Coast and they find themselves in demand to train other people’s dogs to hunt the elusive underground fungus so highly prized by the culinary world. Bob produces truffle oil every year that he sells to several high end restaurants. Deb has also started multiple classes to help people train their new puppies (and to train the owners how to be good dog owners).

I wanted to come up with a name for the enclosure/structure around the WFO. Since I really enjoyed taking pictures of dragonflies, Susan and I christened the screened enclosure The Dragonfly Den. Our group of six took on The Densters as our nom de plume (Deb’s idea). Susan really loved setting the table in the den with different dishes and table cloths (just a couple yards of a pretty print from a bolt at the fabric shop...she just loved the idea of an inexpensive table cover that she didn't have to fret about).

Susan all ready for another bake day meal with The Densters.

Peter's birthday focaccia (and it was a bit chilly in the den).

Fridays became an event we all looked forward to for the food and the comradery. Susan would often decide to make it a dinner event and would assign salad, side dish, or dessert to the other couples. Food was always spectacular but Bob pointed out that we could not say any particular item was “perfect”...rather we needed to say it was “almost perfect”. This would ensure that the dish would appear at the table again...after all, once you’ve had a perfect dish why would you ever follow it up with a second rate version? Flawless logic after a wine or beer or two... Why even a birthday Focaccia seemed like a good thing to do for a Denster!
When it got a little too chilly for an evening meal in the Den, we’d send out an email noting that after appetizers there would be inside seating for dinner. It was always fun to have some fresh sliced baguette or other hot appetizer from the WFO before we moved on to the main course. Bob said at one point when we were building the den, he thought what a waste of time on something we’d rarely use...but soon after we started to regularly enjoy the den together on Fridays, he couldn’t imagine being without The Dragonfly Den and The Densters for all those fun & tasty years together.

Great Times & Great Friends That Can't Be Forgotten!

Your Basic Dome to Barrel Shape Conversion.

I read about and looked at hundreds of completed wood fired ovens (old and new) before I started this project. I was extremely satisfied with the oven design I’d used but somewhere deep inside me, I thought it would look better with a half-barrel exterior facade. Seemed simple enough in my mind–after a beer or two–to create such a facade for our oven (note to self...check alcohol % of adult beverages when things look to be pretty simple).

So with beer and trowel nearby, I laid out some bricks I’d cut in half lengthwise parallel to the side of the oven and about ½ brick away. I stood a piece of cement board up in the gap and thought this would work well to create the side of the barrel facade. Mortared in place vertically, the board kept my half bricks aligned perfectly (at least to my eye). I used some fiberglass insulation at the top of the board to keep it from pressing inward as I added bricks.

Once I got to the curving top, I laid fiberglass insulation over the perlcrete to create the “top of the barrel”. I then wedged in pieces of aluminum lath between the cement board sides to give me a mortar substrate for the top of the barrel brickwork. I cut one series of bricks (for each side) with an angle to start the run over the top and then simply continued to brick up from each side to meet at the top/mid-line.




I had added several L-screws halfway up the vertical wall so I could lay my peel or blowpipe along the oven side when not in use. I also put at couple “tall” mortar joint lumps along the top third of the oven so I could lay a tool or two on the curved surface without having it fall down. The little stair shelves built into the sides of the chimney structure have proved useful for keeping my IR-Gun and other little baking items nearby...but out of the way.

The curve over the top went pretty well, although since I was laying a row of bricks on alternating sides, the top several rows had a lot of bounce to them. If I'd made the lath a tighter fit, it probably would not have "pouched" up at the top. But, as with all my projects, if something out of the ordinary or not expected didn't happen...I'd be very concerned. And if you wondered about how difficult it was to work on the top of the facade with the minimal space to the roof trusses...it was definitely "a head thumping and clear out your pores with gallons of sweat" experience!

Another one of my “wish I would have thought about that” moments, was when I began putting finishing sheets of plywood on the back corner wall. Before the facade was in place, I could get behind the oven to work...now it was no longer possible (and it wasn’t because I’d been eating too many corn chips). Funny how just a few inches can make a whole lot of difference in construction...good thing I was never involved in any public construction projects like a dam or bridge. So, although I did get plywood around the back walls...it isn’t all securely attached to the framing. I had to simply wedge sections of 2x4s between the base of the oven stand and the plywood sheets to hold them in place. Couple screws along the top and I know they aren’t going to move, but wow, what a bonehead situation I created.

I’d like to think I learned something from this little exercise, but I’m not really sure I did... (Incidentally, there are only pictures here before the inside plywood sheets had been installed. I was pretty sure that during the traumatic install process I might have “accidentally” used the camera to pound in the friction fit 2x4s into place...therefore, I wisely left the camera in the house.)

Friendship Communities (2) - The Ten Friends

Close Friends and Loved Ones Matter Most–Hold Them Dear!

Arriving in Roseburg in 1975 was a real awakening. I went down to buy some plumbing supplies for a leaky faucet in our rental and found that Roseburg literally shut down at 5 pm on Friday for the weekend. Fortunately the leak wasn’t too bad and Monday repairs were soon enough. Having friends to call on when you need help is mostly unappreciated by younger people. It can be a good thing in that you tend to learn how to deal with problems and/or find “interesting” solutions. While working with Umpqua Research Company as the Army Corps of Engineer onsite representative for the Days Creek Pre-Impoundment study, we made several friends. But the next long term group that developed for us was from Mike’s decision to become a football official and Susan’s decision to go to Umpqua Community College. Mike first met Dave Johnston in the football association and later met his wife Janet at their annual Stump Water Days. Stump Water was the result of everyone bringing an alcoholic beverage or mixer and dumping it into a large igloo cooler. Could be fabulous or insidious, but after the first cup...it was always drinkable. After a marvelous early evening of gab & gossip, we would watch a classic movie like North by Northwest or Charade.

Susan graduated from Umpqua Community College and began working there as a part-time instructor and computer operator. She shared a room with Ken Thomason (the first computer instructor at the college) and later with Lynn Kuhn who was a math instructor. Lynn and Susan became very good friends and soon started to plan cooking parties. Mike bought a 36" diameter Wok from a local appliance store’s kitchen display and with the Kuhn’s we started to entertain a large group of friends with a yearly, sumptuous foodie event we called the Wok Party.

It soon became apparent that Lynn and Tony had more friends in town than us–we had one couple (Dave & Janet Johnston) out of the large turnout that we knew. After the first Wok Party in 1986, we decided to invite several of our relatively new friends from the football officials association connection (and their spouses) to even things out a bit. Mike and Dave were the “senior” officials and Dean & Steve were newer members. Turned out that Dean Jones’ wife Merry and Steve Barnhart’s wife Marilyn were super compatible with the new group and would bond together with the Kuhn’s and Stansbury’s for many years as The Ten Friends. (The four guys that officiated called themselves the Big Dawgs based on rating/seniority within the football officiating system, but gave Tony the status of an official Big Dawg even though he was not a “real” official.) We alternated hosting Wok Parties with the Kuhns each year from 1986 to 1995.

Mike, Steve, Tony, Dean, & Dave

Although we had met and partied together fairly often as our friendships solidified, in 1990, the group started another yearly tradition, meeting in Portland the first weekend of December for a formal (dress up) dinner and fun in “the big city”. After going to the same restaurant (Wilf’s) for several years we decided to change it up. On a rotating schedule, each couple would be in charge of finding a place in Portland for dinner, determining a “secret Santa” method for gifting within the group (after all it was close to Christmas), and hosting a room for the after dinner gift exchange party. We settled on the Mallory Hotel (later renamed the Hotel deLuxe) and Larry the Doorman in Portland for our yearly Ten Friends Christmas. Even though in later years we’d occasionally go to places other than Portland for Christmas dinner, the Mallory would always be where our “root memory” of Ten Friends Christmas resided.

December 2000 - Lynn, Janet, Larry, Marilyn, Susan, & Merry

December 2000 - Dave, Tony, Larry, Dean, Mike, & Steve

One Ten Friends story here: Marilyn loved to give out lip balm to everyone at the beginning of each Portland weekend event–clear for the men and “full color” versions for the ladies. One year, long after The Ten Friends started to come to Portland, Tony didn’t notice he’d picked up Lynn’s colored lip balm by mistake. After a round of golf, he’d literally slathered his lips with the “wrong balm” as we left the car in the parking structure. Dean & Merry’s daughter Taylor happened to be driving by with several of her friends and Tony stopped the car and leaned down to say hello. For Tony it was a simple hello, but to Taylor’s three friends in the car it was a very scary experience having a man with sloppily painted, bright red lips stopping them to say “hello”. They apparently talked about that much more than anything else that they’d done that weekend...I’m sure there’s a lesson in there somewhere for all of us.

Bull/Mardi Gras party 2002 (Mostly Boys Pic)

Anyway, The Ten Friends had an incredible number of great experiences together for many, many years. Long weekends in Sun River, Bull Parties (to celebrate those with astrological birthdays under the sign of Taurus–Dean, Susan, and Janet), Leo Parties (Marilyn & Mikee), and of course the other “normal” birthday parties were always in order.

Bull/Mardi Gras party 2002 (The Girls only!)

When Tony was killed in a plane crash in 2009, the group tried to continue but the dynamics had changed. Although the five ladies continued to meet once a year for lunch and gift exchange, the four remaining guys did not join them. When Steve passed away in 2017, the group faded even more.

2008 - Back row (L-R), Mike, Dean, Dave, Tony, & Steve
Ladies (L-R) Susan, Merry, Janet, Lynn, & Marilyn

From 1987 to 2009, the ten of us had a ball together and terrorized many a dignified fine dining establishment with our loud and boisterous joie de vivre! Now that the third member of our fabulous party group (Susan) has left us for a party in the afterlife, The Ten Friends is just a luminescent memory each of the remaining seven of us holds close to our hearts.

Flaming Buffalo Turds, Buffalo Farts, & Mar-Moz Tarts

Years ago back in Wisconsin, I had my first Flaming Buffalo Turds. Jalapeno peppers cored, seeds removed, and then filled with cream cheese. Wrapped with a partially cooked slice of bacon and then grilled until the bacon got crisp. A quick sprinkle of brown sugar over the bacon just before it finishes and Voila–Flaming Buffalo Turds. Delicious and dangerous! I was lucky with my first one, it was mild enough to give me the courage to have a second...not so lucky that second time! Wow! I got the full, eye watering, nose running, throat searing, foot stomping, wished I could dive into a barrel of ice cream, experience. Apparently, that’s part of the thrill having these little “treats” at a BBQ. Somebody is going to provide other people with many photo ops of what sheer pain and desperation can look like at what was billed as a friendly, evening of fun and good eats...and probably several variations will be on display by other unsuspecting victims of the Jalapeno’s varied (and totally unpredictable) capsaicin (rated by Scoville Heat Units SHU between 2,500–8,000) content. I’m pretty sure that I first had a 2,500 SHU “sucker Jalapeno” followed by an 8,000 SHU full strength Jalapeno on that fateful Wisconsin evening. (I'm pretty sure that my camera was damaged from the 2nd Jalapeno's heat because all my pictures were totally fogged from that night!)

Since my love for Flaming Buffalo Turds had decidedly fallen off my “to do again list”, I wanted to make a milder version that could be enjoyed without all that potential screaming. If you haven’t tried the little sweet peppers that are now widely available...you need to put them on your shopping list. For Buffalo Farts, get some slices of bacon cooking. While the bacon is starting to render out some fat, I slice each pepper lengthwise removing the seeds and the biggest pieces of white membrane. Arrange the peppers on a foil lined sheet pan...obviously, open side up. Note: It can be very helpful to “wrinkle” the foil so the peppers will stay upright more easily. Place a marinated mozzarella ball (available at Costco seasonally) or a couple plain mozzarella slices in each prepared pepper cavity followed with a dollop of sweet chili sauce (or any hot pepper jelly). If you want a little more heat, put a drop or two of Sriracha on each.

Take the partially cooked bacon and do a rough chop on it. Sprinkle some of the chopped bacon on top of each filled pepper and put the sheet pan into the oven. Now, I had just finished baking bread and the WFO was about 475°F. (If you are preparing these at home and your oven is cold...the prepped peppers will wait while your oven preheats.) I put the sheet pan in the oven for about 15 minutes...until the cheese had melted and the peppers softened. Bring ‘em out and let them cool a little bit before you plate and serve them. Just enough bite from the hot pepper jelly (or sweet chili sauce) to be pleasant and not requiring a quick trip to the ice cream truck.




















I also wanted to use up some little pre-cooked Filo Tart Cups for an appetizer and thought the marinated mozzarella balls and sweet chili sauce might work out well (especially for those who did not trust my cooking or peppers in general). Very easy and delicious. One mar-moz ball in each cup, small dollop of sweet chili sauce and into my 450°F oven for 10 minutes. I cut some nice basil into strips and placed it on top of the finished tarts...certainly hit the spot! I happened to have some Sous Vide pork belly that I had seared up and put a piece on top of each tart for an extra kick...I did not get any pictures since it was either document and go hungry or put the camera down and fight for my fair share. It was so damn good, I have no regrets about not getting any pictures (I do regret not having Sous Vide pork belly available at my table years ago).

Oh, and by the way...if someone offers you a Flaming Buffalo Turd made with a Red Savina Habanero pepper...run! The Savina Habanero has between 350,000 and 575,000 SHU. Is that the hottest...not by a long shot. The Carolina Reaper is rated at 2,200,000 Scoville Heat Units...remember hearing about the Ghost pepper? It was only rated at 800,000 to 1,001,300 SHU. I’m pretty sure we could stop crime altogether if people were told they would have to eat a Flaming Buffalo Turd made with the Carolina Reaper as their penalty for disobeying the law (or simply being mean to another person)    ...just a thought...

Friendship Communities (1) - The Motley Crew

Susan and I were very fortunate in our friendship communities over the years. Although there are many single people and couples in our lives that have made an impact, larger groups of friends seem to have dominated. In our years at the University of Washington (Fisheries) we developed a close group centered around other graduate students and their families. Over the years, this bunch of folks morphed into The Motley Crew. When we moved to Oregon, another group formed, centered around football officiating (of the husbands)...becoming known as The 10 Friends. When we retired, the Dragonfly Den Friday bakes created a third group of friends, The Densters. I thought, since so many of our stories featured these three groups, it would be appropriate to do a post with a little elaboration of the groups and then of the other special friends that have been instrumental in shaping our lives and memories over the past 48 years...and I suspect they will still be a strong part of who am I and who I will become over the next ...how ever many years I have left.

Close Friends and Loved Ones Matter Most, Hold Them Dear!

The Motley Crew

In the fall of 1971, Susan and I moved to Seattle. I was enrolled in the Fisheries program at the U of Washington and Susan was looking for work to support us. She first found a job as an assistant nutritionist/meals manager at a retirement community. We lived in a very small apartment building, three blocks from the Worlds Fair compound. We both loved to walk to the park and grounds around the Space Needle on weekends. Also enjoyed listening to the radio broadcasts of the Seattle Sonics basketball games. My mother and Joen (my grandmother– story to follow) could not imagine us living without a TV, so they bought us a tiny (10" screen) portable unit. We thought the radio broadcasters were so much better, that we normally watched basketball on the TV with the sound off and the radio on. TV was not much of influence on us.

I started looking at the graduate program in Fisheries and met Jim Malick who was starting his Ph.D. on the Cedar River. I hired on to help him with aquatic insect identification and eventually the insect population drifting in the river became my Master’s project. During this time, we met his wife Layne, son Jeff, and soon to be born daughter Jeana. In the Fisheries programs (actually F.R.I. - the Fisheries Research Institute), we met J Graybill and Sam Casne...separate thesis programs, but fun folks! Susan and I bonded pretty quickly with the other three couples and we often partied together during the school year.

After all of us left graduate school in 1975, we drifted apart for several years with occasional contact. Susan and I bought our first house and the eight of us gathered in Winston, Oregon to put our new abode and yard into shape...as well as celebrate a house warming in 1978. What a surprise and delight for us. It was only a couple of days, but it meant an incredible amount to us. For the right side picture, standing (L to R), Jim Malick, Martha Casne, Annie Graybill, Sam Casne, Mike Stansbury, Layne Malick, (seated...and obviously having fun), J Graybill, and Susan Stansbury.

J and Annie had adopted a daughter (Elisa - left picture) while we were in Seattle and we were delighted that many years after our house warming, the whole group would be together again to celebrate Elisa’s wedding...time really does fly during those early years. J and Annie had gotten divorced and J had remarried a lovely lady named Leslie (and changed his first name to Jay!) As we all gathered at the wedding reception, the subject came up that we got along too well together to be apart for such long periods. Leslie fit into the group extremely well and she seemed to be a perfect fit for our motley group. One more time...back row, L to R - Martha & Sam Casne, Jim & Layne Malick, front row (L to R) - Leslie & Jay Graybill, and Susan & Mike Stansbury

2008 (Elisa Graybill's wedding in Seattle)

So as a group, we decided to pick some destinations and start traveling together. Eventually, we decided as our first trip together we would be Egypt bound on a River Cruise and I decided that we needed to start referring to ourselves as The Motley Crew.

Egypt (2010) The Motley Crew

That trip, and journeys to the Black Sea, Hihium Lake (B.C. Canada), Sun Peaks (B.C.), Sorrento Italy, and the Galapagos/Machu Picchu would follow. Not all of The Motley Crew could participate in every trip, but we were always together in our hearts for each of these adventures.

2012 the Galapagos Islands cruise

2014 Sorrento, Italy (Malick's 50th Anniversary)

2018 (Casne's daughter Samantha's wedding)

2018 Hihium Lake - Wood Fired Hot Tub!

The Motley Crew has always been (and will always be) in hot water...

Savory Sauerkraut Bread Pudding

OK, I know that Sauerkraut is a winter dish and we’re in the middle of a June mini-heat wave in Southern Oregon. But sometimes you get a hankering for a specific taste delight...and for me right now, that’s a good batch of Sauerkraut. However, I have not abandoned my pledge to being lazy and taking advantage of newly available food products...so when I saw Fresh, Organic Sauerkraut in a jar just calling to me from the refrigerated grocery section in the Roseburg Costco, I had to buy it. My standard was always available in a small plastic bag elsewhere, but hey I wanted show my appreciation for the free food samples at Costco (that included one with the Organic, Fresh Sauerkraut). In addition, I also wished the PR folks to be rewarded for their clever packaging and labeling. (And my neighbor’s fabulous home made Sauerkraut was no longer in my pantry.)

I had just finished baking 23 loaves of bread in the WFO and the temperature was down to about 450°F (~232°C), so I figured I might as well fix myself a batch of Sauerkraut with the residual heat.

I cut some chicken sausage and chorizo into nice chunks and added a little olive oil to get them cooking in my Dutch oven. I set the pot in the WFO and browned the meat chunks.

Next I removed the browned meat and set it aside. Into the heated pot went a medium, sweet Maya onion that had been rough chopped, added a splash of olive oil and set them (uncovered) in the oven to get some color. When I started to get some nice carmelization on the onions, I added a batch of small, halved red and gold potatoes, stirred with the onions, and then covered the pot.

After about 30 minutes the potatoes were getting soft, so I returned the cooked meat to the pot with the content of my Sauerkraut jug (I decided since the container was plastic, not glass, jug seemed to be the correct terminology to use here). A good stir to mix things up and then I covered the pot, put it back in the oven and waited about 30 minutes to heat through and blend flavors. While the pot was working on my dinner, I brought out a steel pan and some cubed, home made bread. A little olive oil and a brief crisping of the bread cubes in the pan created some pretty tasty croutons. I intended to use the croutons to absorb some of the extra liquid in the bottom of the Dutch oven and provide a bit of crunch on top of the Sauerkraut.

When the Sauerkraut was hot, I stirred half of my croutons into the pot and put the other half on top. I left the cover off and returned the Dutch oven to the WFO for another flavor meld. Since my dinner was smelling great, but looking rather drab, I decided to roast/pan sear a batch of sugar snap pea pods as a color spot (many thanks to my gardening, beer and bread baking neighbor, Diane). Into my already hot, still oiled, carbon steel pan...which still retained even a bit of bread crumb crispies. In went the pea pods and in only a few minutes with a couple of tosses, they were bright green and looking fabulous.

I served myself up a nice plate full, poured a cold adult beverage, and thoroughly enjoyed my “out of season” dinner. The croutons had absorbed all of the liquid in the bottom of the Dutch oven, so with the crisp croutons on top, my creation actually was more of a bread pudding than the normally wet batch of Sauerkraut that I was used to...but it was excellent and I will have several more Savory Sauerkraut Bread Pudding dinners ready to be reheated this week...YUM!

Life is Good! (And tasty...!)

Passing Notes (3)

I have just come back from a week in Southern Oregon (around Plush) with a close friend and his dad. We were "glamping" off the grid and miles from any other people. It was extremely helpful to me soaking in that wide open solitude, without thoughts of house chores, yard work, or self-imposed duties. I was much better prepared to return home and begin to create my "new normal" in the place Susan and I created great memories together for over 30 years. 

I hadn't been able to sleep much since Susan passed and have felt at times like I was walking in jello. Being away allowed me to get several full night's sleep and do a "reset" on my feelings. I've focused on not my sense of loss, but rather on how much I have gained over the last nearly 50 years that I have loved Susan. I also know that my love for her will continue unabated, how could it not? I chose to turn myself away from grief, which I now firmly believe is a selfish act that detracts from joyful memories of our timeless love for others. Susan would not want us to cry over her passing, but rather to laugh and smile at all the fabulous times we have shared with those we love. Susan is not gone, but rather she's become a tangible, internal part of who we are and how we will live our future...ultimately a positive influence on all of our tomorrows.

     Mike

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“...she was always the best company one could have. She always told a good story, loved to laugh, was upbeat and positive and a joy to be around. The earth is a poorer place without her
smiling face and life just isn't fair to some of the best people.”

     Leslie Graybill

(NOTE: I would modify Leslie’s last sentence to read “The earth is a better place in which we shared her smiling face and I treasure life’s gift to us having her in our lives for as long as we did.” – Mike)

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“Annually, Altrusa of Roseburg travels to their conference somewhere in the Pacific Northwest.  In the late 90’s and early 2000’s we often traveled in a large van owned by one of our members. This gave us an opportunity to discuss club problems.  One year we were discussing fund raising, not a pleasant topic, but Susan turned it into one the funniest trips we’ve ever taken.  She suggested that if we could find a sponsor who would pay $20,000, she would bungee jump naked from one of the local bridges.  This was done while laughing and smiling, but in all seriousness.   NOW THAT IS DEDICATION.”

     Maxine Durst

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“I have so many memories of good times spent with the both of you. Andy and I both remember fondly our trip out west when we were 11 spending time at your house and canoeing, hitting golf balls (I’m not sure if it was the first time hitting golf balls, but I don’t remember an earlier time so I’ll say it was), watching Goldfinger and then spending a week driving cross-country back to Shell Lake. I remember it snowing as we were driving through Yellowstone, and seeing the first Batman movie in Idaho. I don’t remember exactly where, but I also remember at one of the places we stayed, waking up to see mountains shrouded in fog. That was a wonderful adventure. I also remember the three of us going to visit Hoover Dam in 2000, when all of us got together in Las Vegas. I vaguely remember a few years later Susan telling me that the credit card you used for that excursion was never charged for, and that she considered me something of a good luck charm.

Finally, I’ve included a couple pictures of our daughter {...} I’m sure Susan would have loved to see her great-niece. At her baby shower a few weeks before {her birth} one of the last gifts we opened was from Mom and Dad, and they included a sleep sack {baby bunting} that Susan had made for me when I was a baby. When I heard that Susan had passed I hugged both {my wife and new daughter} and told the Hoover Dam and Oregon stories. I have a captive audience now to tell {my daughter} those stories again, as well as the stories about Susan traveling to all of the state capitols to use their restrooms. I will tell her about her great-aunt’s and great uncle’s love of travel and spirit of adventure.

Susan will be greatly missed. We love you Uncle Mike.”

     Tony Garrido-Harrington {and family}

NOTE: I did a little editing of Tony’s note, taking out both the name of our great-niece and his wife’s name since I hadn’t received permission to publish them. If I get an OK from Tony and his family to use their names, I will edit/update this post. 

FYI: Susan and I wondered at the time of our road trip with the twins, if either of them saw any of the landscape as we drove by. They both seemed totally absorbed in the Batman comics they had brought with them. It was amazing to me to read the impressions and memories that Tony related of their vacation/trip with us. I also remember that they voiced only two requests about where we stayed each night on the week long drive from Oregon to Shell Lake, #1 There had to be a swimming pool and #2 There had to be color, cable TV in our room.  – Mike

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5 June 2019

I baked 17 loaves of bread yesterday for the staff at the Roseburg Community Cancer Center and delivered it today. It’s been a month since Susan passed away, yet going up to the “chemo lounge” to deliver the bread, was one of the hardest things I’ve done in a long time. I wanted to tell them how much I appreciated all their kindness and attention to us over the past two years of Susan’s chemo treatments. I wanted them to know that through the Cancer Center’s knowledge, staff, compassion, respect, and empathy–I believed they had given me two extra years to spend with my beloved Susan. 

Two extra years with Susan, that precious boon of time was one of the greatest gifts I have ever received from anyone. I could barely speak as I immediately choked up when the nurses gathered around me and gave me hugs. I found myself unable to express my gratitude to them through my gathering tears and had to exit fairly quickly before I totally lost control. I spent quite a while in the car crying and trying to regain my composure. I know I’ll go back (as soon as I can keep my tears and voice under control) to express my appreciation directly to them–as they had become like family to Susan and I over the last two years...but I thought it was important that I put my thoughts into words now.

     Mike