Fabrics of Life
BRANDING DAYS JANUARY 27, 2014
If you take the Ortega Highway east out of San Juan Capistrano,
you will be passing through some of the immense Ranchos of the past.
The Rancho Mission Viejo is the main one that you will pass through,
to the north is the Rancho Trabuco, and to the south east lies the vast
227,000 acre Rancho Santa Margarita from 15 miles inland to the coast,
and from Oceanside north almost to San Clemente. Our US Marine
Corps uses about one half of this acreage with a 99-year lease, which
has some 40 years to go. I have no idea what happens at the end of this
term. This gigantic area was made up of Spanish and Mexican Land
My Great Grandfather, Don Juan Forster, and his wife, Ysidora
Melitas Pico Forster, owned all this for a number of years, and at one
point in time, Don Juan was the largest land owner in Alta California.
When he passed on in 1878, his heirs sold these 3 Ranchos, but the
Forsters still had several smaller Ranchos around San Juan.
The above has been only a bird’s eye view of the history of this
area. It should be a huge tome of the times, but I want to get on with the
story about the cattle that roamed around, and in the spring the young
ones had to be branded, etc. to grow up to be nice steers and go off to the
meat packing house and be some nice steaks for hungry humans.
These “babies” were separated from their “moms,” and were
herded into holding corrals, and then several at a time would be let
into a large corral — the main arena where all the action took place. A
cowboy on horseback would rope a little guy, then several cowboys on
foot had to get the critter all tied up so other cowboys could do their
job. There would be a groups of cowboys who did nothing but wield the
branding iron, from out of the hot coals to the rump of the scared and
wounded young gonna-be steer, then there would be several groups just
de-horning the “patients,” and other groups who took care of de-testicle- izing. (Don’t tell me if I spelled that wrong. I could’ve used other words,
When I was 6/7 years old, I would go off with my uncle, Titán, who
belonged to Aunt Mae, and have a great time at these brandings. There
were always some other kids to join up with, and either watch for awhile,
and then play for awhile, whatever.
I took pictures later on during the 50’s. I will bring this to a close
for this week, then we’ll have the rest of the story next week along with
pictures. There will be focus on my Swallow Bar to tie in with the cattle
Bear with me.
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A BUSY WEEK JANUARY 20, 2014
For over 4 months, I’ve been spending a lot of time in solitary, so I was looking forward to this past week, which I had 3 little outings lined up for a change of pace.
The cracked knee cap really shuts one down for weeks on end, and there was no way I could maneuver my left leg, with the full leg brace, into the driver’s seat of my car. It would’ve been nice to take a little spin, and stick my nose out the window to get some fresh air and see how the outside world was going along.
On Tuesday, I was going to lunch. Remember the ladies’ golfing group, Desert League? Last year, they surprised me – it was one of 3 surprises I did not see coming in my entire 95 years of living the life. This happened at the Escena Golf Club, and while we were having lunch, I was called up to the podium, plunked down in sort of a Queen Ann chair, they placed crown on my head announcing that I was now an Honorary Member — no more dues to pay. (Here I was 95 years old — the Treasurer would not have to worry too long about that money not coming in.) The thing is nothing was mentioned about other perks, such as free luncheons on Tournament Days, also El Patrón (Tequila.)
This time the Tournament was held at Indian Canyon North Course, so the vistas were awesome, and everyone was glad to see me, at least that’s what they said. The line started forming for the buffet, so there I was starting out with a salad-bowl-shaped Tortilla shell, next came the greens to throw in it, AND THEN, WHADYYA KNOW! There, in all its glory in a mountain-size steel bowl, chuck full of CHEEKIN!!!!! Whatever else I put in the shell is all a blur. I have to be quite honest here and say that the cheekin from Costco is the winner for taste and tenderness in my own personal survey.
On Thursday, Marcie drove over from Moreno Valley to collect her black blouse and box of Kleenex which she had left here at the end of her stint as stand-in for the Warden, while the Warden vacationed the Holidays with her family at the Aztec-Tigua Reservation in Arizona. She had to be on surveillance, probably keeping a log of my comings and goings between the bedroom, the kitchen, my office the dining room, the living room, and don’t forget the bathroom. Go to last week’s story for more on this — that is, if you can stand anymore. She wasn’t here very long when the 3 of us piled into my car — me, me, me in driver’s seat — and off we went to Applebees. It was my treat since I had failed to take her when she was here guarding me, and that had been one of the perks for her job of the week. And the Warden had a free ride, but well worth it. We love Applebees at Washington and Miles because the whole gang there is great, and I can have fun there even in my waning years. We had 2 or 3 greeters, then Jennifer, the Bar Keep took over and had to go and throw some guy out of OUR booth next to the bar. And the poor guy kept apologizing for taking up OUR space. As we were trying to get settled in the booth one of the waitresses walked by, and cried out: “Tequila!” so that broke the ice, for sure. Wonderful food, and there was my “usual” in front of me before I had even gotten myself settled. I call Jennifer “Nurse.”
I have been lying dormant for so long, and my forgetfulness is beginning to show — even to me, I notice. Right here and now, I remembered there were 3 dates for this past week, and I have only talked about 2, so there is one missing. The missing one happened in between the two I have blurbed about , and so I am not about to go back and slip it in there where it belongs. Just remember, I have not mastered the Dragon speak thing yet to save my hands from all this typing. I have plenty to say anytime at all.
It came to be that I just had to get to Sabrina, my hair cutter. I hadn’t seen her in months, and the white locks were looking pretty straggly and definitely needed a trim. Results of my encounter are shown below in photos. After I took the picture of Sabrina, I should’ve had the Warden take a picture of me with Sabrina for you to have the whole picture — but you guessed it: I forgot.
Tune in next week. Another “chilling” rendition of 3 appointments. See, I AM getting ‘round and about more like the “old” me.
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YOU WILL BE PLEASED TO HEAR JANUARY 13, 2014
Well, I have to tell you that it took the Warden about a week-and-a-half to
get me back to my usual weight of 110.5 pounds, mostly pure muscle (now that
“muscle” part is an out-and-out lie.) However, if you need to get fattened up,
come on over.
I don’t want you to think it was Vice Warden Marcie’s fault that I lost all of
that 3.5 pounds. The fault lies on both our shoulders. We were just too darned
lazy to try to dream up the daily menu when we had all that cheekin laying around
staring at us. It was much too easy to just fill a plate with the cheekin and throw
on some veggies, then zap it in the micro. Why bother with salad, and all that
other stuff? This way we had more time for Marcie’s puzzles and my stuff,
whatever that might be at the moment — then back to shooting the breeze.
Marcie is coming back over next week to pick up her black blouse and big
box of Kleenex which she had inadvertently left here after her stint as fill-in
Warden. She has made it quite clear that we will be going to Applebee’s at my
expense because we didn’t get there when she was here on the time clock. And I
had told her before Christmas that Applebee’s was one of the perks of the job
here. I wonder if leaving something like the blouse and Kleenex wasn’t her
forgetting at all — it was remembering one way to get that promise out of me.
Can’t think of anything else. The cheekin is way over done. Besides, I
can’t do a very lengthy story since I haven’t mastered the Dragon Speak thing to
talk into my computer, and it comes out all nicely typed. My hands have been
really yelling “HELP!” They are on their last legs, or should I say “arms?”
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I can hardly believe that in just 3 weeks I am hosting the 4th Women Inspiring Women Conference at the beautiful Heritage Palms Country Club Ballroom. This year I spent several months searching for local women that live in Coachella Valley that through their lives have inspired many. We live in an amazing area here where there were so many women to pick from. The 7 women who will be speaking this year all call our valley their home.
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Tanya Petrovna, founder of Native Foods will share about her life and getting into the world of vegetarian cooking and how it all began with her love of animals. Learn what she is doing now to help the animals of Coachella Valley.
Gayle Hodges, an amazing woman and giver of her time and money to many charitable projects throughout the valley. She will be sharing about her experiences about her days when she worked with transporting troops back and forth from Viet Nam. She will be sharing a piece she wrote about her latest experience to Viet Nam with Veterans for Peace.
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