JURI’S HOUSE, PART 1
The best thing in Juri’s and my relationship was our love life. The second was dancing and the third was his house.
The best thing in Juri’s and my relationship was our love life. The second was dancing and the third was his house.
The kitchen was usually my favorite room to re-do, but Juri had already done it, complete with new cabinets, tile counter tops and wall ovens. So I started with the rest of the house.
I loved to plan things to do with Juri that were light hearted and fun. His childhood had been so bleak that I thought he needed serious play time.
When Juri came home on the evening of his birthday, the porch light was on and there was a sign on the door that said to go to the kitchen counter. A sign there told him to mix himself a…
I loved working with Juri on his house. We worked so well together. As a break from doing the house, in the summer time we worked on his yard.
I usually came to Juri’s house on weekends instead of him coming to mine. The reason was that our favorite dancing place was the hall in Ballard, and we went dancing every Saturday night. Halloween at the Ballard hall was…
Juri was quiet for awhile. Then he said, “My mother taught us never to be curious, never to ask questions, and if anyone asked us a question or came knocking at the door, we were taught to run into the…
Juri’s birthday and Christmas were close together. The first birthday extravaganza I planned for him was a hard act to follow. However I managed to come up with a close second the next year.
Then we decided it would be a “Through the Looking Glass” party. We invited all the Poulsbo dancers, and told them that, if the spirit so moved them, they could come dressed as chess pieces.
In 1987 Juri took me on a trip to Portugal. He had to go to Lisbon for an international nuclear physics conference. He decided that afterwards we would tour the country.
When Juri and I first met, we sometimes talked about his introverted life. He seemed to want to insulate himself against the world. He wanted high fences with higher plantings around the edges of his property. I agreed with that;…
Mall also informed me when Juri became afflicted with Alzheimer’s several years ago, and then of his death a few years later.
Through the years of my adult life, I took part in various kinds of therapy, all of them beneficial.
Relax. Let your mind drift any place it wants to go. Then examine how you FEEL about that thing. Then “let yourself feel it until it manifests into some kind of noise or action. Let the noise or action continue…
My trip into Jungian psychology and similar fields seemed tied up with houses.
There were many different kinds of therapies available in Port Townsend. Sometimes I would buck up my courage and give one a try. The most interesting that I did was called Body Electronics.
I kept remembering the past-life experience of the American Indian life and death I had re-lived during Body Electronics. I wondered if it could possibly be true, or if it was some kind of hallucination.
There is another kind of therapy in which the therapist sits beside you while you breathe very short fast breaths through the mouth. It was called “Rebirthing.”
A friend, Alby Baker, asked me to go with him to the Robert Jaffe School in Sedona Arizona for what he called “aura therapy”. I had gone through enough therapy by then that I felt I really didn’t need any…
I chose a quote from THE SNOW LEOPARD by Peter Mattiasson. My cake read “SIXTY SALUTES TO THE CLOUD MOVING WIND. EVEN NOW WE ARE WAITING AND LISTENING.”
She told me to run, not walk, to the nearest Jungian psychologist: namely Janet. She said this was just a warning. The next time I really would burn my house down.
Dorothy Adams came to Washington from Southern California. She bought two acres on a hill northwest of Sequim with a fabulous view of the Olympic Mountains looking south across the Nehalem Valley, and hired me to design her house.
One wonderful thing about Dorothy's house was that I was able to do some expensive and striking details.
The beautiful Jeannie Van Wetter and her husband Lee moved to Port Townsend from the east and bought a house on the bluff overlooking the place where Port Townsend Bay almost laps onto the street into town
Such are the best laid plans of crows, critters and those who are architecturally inclined!
I opened the door and said, “Come right on in.” I sat him down at a drafting board; I gave him some drawings and told him what I wanted. He knew exactly what to do.
I meet her eyes and recognize my own: this woman is my Grandma Jean, who’s faded T-shirt expresses her philosophy: “Life is uncertain….Eat desert first.”
In the early ’70’s, when I first started working on our house in Port Townsend, the place where anyone could buy anything was Aldrich’s Market.
Shortly after that, I learned the true story of the very first bagpipe, and that is what I am going to tell you now.
I did not write this story, but it is my favorite story for story telling.