Thanksgiving Day!

My father's 99th birthday- in memory. My sister created a birthday memory ritual for my father. She is very adept at keeping the steady sure rhythm of traditions. She takes flower seeds down to Cesar Chavez Park in Berkeley and scatters them there, by the ocean, where people come to fly kites and walk dogs, and you can see sailboats on the water. All things my father did and enjoyed. A man of the wind. Here's to your unruly ways, playfulness and free spirit, Dad.

He liked the stars too, took us all out to watch them and to watch Sputnik make its first circle around the earth, so in his memory I offer a picture of the comet ISON which is reaching the sun today, where it may be melted , or may be spun out back into our skies. Wait and see pudding.

 Memory of our childhood Thanksgiving meal at Traill St. (the wolf likes this name)..from  the same cousins that went to Plymouth: a long table set with turquoise ceramic plates and orange persimmons on each plate. " A conversation starter", my aunt said (they hosted many foreign students from the university for the meal). My sister has planted persimmon trees in her yard and harvests persimmons each fall.