Oh Really Redlands?

From behind the Post-It marked pages of her new book, Joan Hedges McCall told a handful of people the story of Redlands Tuesday as they gathered at the local library.

A born and bred middle school teacher, her own history in Redlands goes back just a little more than 30 years. But after countless columns on area history written for the local paper, The History Press publishing company thought she knew enough to write a pretty good book.

The local A.K. Smiley library thought she might know a thing or two as well. So on a lazy Tuesday afternoon, about 20 members of the older generation, two elementary school children with reports due and one curious newcomer (aka Moi) sat down to hear her history of the area.

Between its official birth in 1888 to the modern-day, Redlands has a history of just plain niceness.

It all started with the Mormons. On orders from the prophet, many moved to the San Bernardino valley and settled it. Redlands was a part of that settlement and also felt the loss when all the upstanding citizens were told to trek on back to Salt Lake City in 1857.

Her narrative then wandered through the story of the railroad, the water supply and the area’s first high schools. As remarkable as she thought those stories were, they were trumped by another revelation.

Redlands has a culture of intense community involvement.

When she asked how many in the room remembered the petition to save Prospect Park, about five gray-haired people raised their hands. The little town was tasked with raising more than $500,000 as the decade of the 1960s dawned. If it didn’t, the city could not purchase the unspoiled land where Prospect Park now sits and the area would be subdivided into a sprawling suburbia. After dozens of fundraising fairs, carnivals and a super-human effort, the little town that could had only raised $102,000. The federal department of Housing and Urban Development (HUD) stepped in and said it would match  any additional money through a grant program. So the fervor started again. Every family in Redlands would have to give $400 if this was going to work. The deadline ticked down and with moments to spare the small city was still $40,000 away from its goal.

Saving the day, the heiress of Kimberly Clark products fame stepped in and donated her house and lands “to the future enjoyment of the citizens of Redlands and to the memory of [her] mother.”

Prospect park was saved and is now the gorgeous romping grounds of runners, thespians, high school track athletes and lunch-hour picnickers.

Before the there was the park, or even paved roads, Redlands citizens raised enough private money to bring the railroad to town. About 1,000 turn-of-the-century people scraped together $42,000 for the project.

The foundation they laid still thrives today.

“It is not unusual to see hundreds of people volunteering at a community clean up day,” Shirley Harry, a lifetime resident told me later at another city function. “What makes Redlands unique is the involvement of the people who live here. We are all very invested in our community.”

 

 

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A Symphony Among the Legos

We were about due for a date. So I drug the mister to the symphony.

What follows is not a tale of beauty and sophistication. No, it is a rather dull story of two broke adults who kind of like each other and one wife who needed a night out.

At Barnes and Noble. In the kids section.

The Redlands Symphony was hosting a free outreach program at the nearby bookstore. Friday night two violinists and a cellist played the most beautiful music as we wandered the aisles for hours looking at new books.

The symphony’s setup was right next to the Legos display too, which I could tell made the huz super happy.

With so much to see and hear and read and learn, it was a great date night.

Maybe one of these days we will make it to the real symphony. In the meantime, I am enjoying just being two broke but creative kids.

 

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A Day in LA

Living in Southern California has opened up to us a whole new world of family and friends. I was so excited to see my aunt and uncle again after almost five years.

They were still just as wonderful as ever and nice enough to give us the grand tour of their “Mayberry-esque” dream land, tucked away in the suburbs of LA. We strolled down the boardwalk at Manhattan Beach and watched several huge fish cruise through the clear water. My uncle told us stories of dolphins coming up alongside surfers in the early morning. A little aquarium at the end of the boardwalk housed a few pettable starfish and other not-so-cute sea creatures. The views from Rancho Palos Verdes were amazing and reminded me how thankful I am to be able to soak up so much of the outdoors.

It also makes my heart happy to be able to put family first as David and I continue on this crazy ride toward doctor-dom.

We love you Baker clan! Thanks for a great day!

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The Bittersweet Rebirth of Compy McMacintosh

Oh, I have so much to blog about. The ever-evolving job hunt, Redlands’ secret spots, a symphony among the Legos and family fun in LA.

Wait with baited breath family and friends. I will try to get these posts up as soon as possible. Their delay is due to the tragic tale of our beloved Compy McMacintosh. After two years of being hauled around freezing cold Newcastle and deep-fryer hot Grenada, one of his crucial little circuit boards has finally given out.

Oh the humanity!

After a little exploratory surgery, the prognosis is good. But repair and recovery will take at least a week. They say he should be returned to me with memory intact. However, I am dreading a case of irreversible amnesia.

Thank goodness I have all these blog posts to jog his memories, *sniff *sniff. So many good times.

Get well soon Compy dear. We miss you!

 

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The Birthday Blog: 2012

I’ll start off this little post my mentioning something that Dr. D. said when we first started this crazy ride called med school/marriage.

“Oh, it didn’t occur to me that your birthday and our anniversary fall right at the beginning and end of academic semesters.”

When you plop down in a new place every fall, the expectation is that a birthday a few weeks later will be anti-climactic. The timing really didn’t occur to either of us. And frankly the hubs has been doing his darndest to make it up to me. This year was no exception.

After an all-nighter at the hospital and a 3-hour power nap, David locked me in the office and told me to get to work. For anyone who knows me, that’s no problem at all. Then I hear the whir of the blender. Oh heck.

At 5, he hustles me out the door for a beautiful dinner at Olive Garden. When we returned home and he guided me through the front door, my heart overflowed with gratitude. Inside our apartment were all our amazing SGU friends who settled in California – a complete surprise.

I have spent the past three Septembers with some of these people. Their friendship and love has meant so much over the years. The sight of familiar friends in our home was the best birthday present I could have asked for. As balloons, husband-made cake and ice cream and kiddie giggles filled our home, I could not have been more thankful for all we’ve been blessed with through the past years.

The phone call from a sweet friend (OK, sister really) in Reno, the awesome “love ferns” from the in-laws, the letter from my missionary sister and the out pouring of love from my family made my first birthday in a brand new place incredible.

I also have to say thanks for the the Facebook posts. Yeah, I know. It’s a social media rule of etiquette. That little box up in the corner nags at you until you post the obligatory happy birthday. However, each post reminded me of friends and colleagues who have been incredible influences in my life. Seeing your well wishes reminded me how blessed I am with so many wonderful associations.

Thank you for so many great years and I look forward to many more with amazing people by my side.

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The Nifty Fifty

This is a list I found of 50 Things to do in Redlands. Maybe I will get through all of them this year …

What would you most like to see a blog post on?

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Prospect Park

With the husband off the clock Saturday, we walked through our beautiful neighborhood to nearby Prospect Park for a picnic lunch.

Surrounded by orange groves and with a view of the city below, it was a great place to relax for a weekend.

In the middle of the park is Kimberly Clark’s mansion. And although the house and grounds are closed to the public through February, I pulled David on a little exploring adventure anyway. I’m so glad we did. The gardens are beautiful!

I’ll post more on the house and its interesting history later.

 

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The Redlands Downtown Farmers Market

In that awkward zone between friends and dating, David and I went to the Sparks Hometowne Farmers Market with a few other friends. When he climbed up the vintage train car for a goofy-grinned, thumbs up picture pose next to the “No Climbing” sign, I was only slightly smitten.

The buzz of crowds, pop-up tent vendors, meandering friends and organic produce at the farmers market were a common sight back in Sparks since I worked just off the event venue. It was a night of teen boredom, funnel cake, fresh lemonade, summer sunsets and plenty of “people watching.” I loved it.

The same sights and sounds fill the main street in downtown Redlands every Thursday night. However, Redland’s market is a year-round affair.

 

On either end of the closed-off, tree-lined street, bands sang for attention … and tips. Artists, churches, Tupperware “consultants” and homemade soap peddlers struck up conversations when they could as the masses drifted in and out of their tents.

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Down the street, toothpicks stabbed samples of juicy berries, peaches and nectarines. In the hustle and bustle, I found several serene moments to let the fresh juices dance on my tongue while the sun set over the trees. The best part? The stands proudly declared their wares all “certified organic.”

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At the end of the street lay a child’s delight – tons of cute kitty cats, puppy dogs and a petting zoo. Each animal was ready to please the young ones, or adopt, for a small fee of course.

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Other than the delicious fruits and veggies, the highlight of the night was a performance from Ty’s Tai Kwan Do studio. Enjoy!

 

Note* Just like back in Sparks, there were plenty of people watching opportunities. However, just like back in Sparks, I was never gutsy enough to take pictures of the oddest things people did. You will just have to imagine the dandelion facial tattoos, neon leggings and crazy hair for yourself. 🙂

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Lincoln in Strange Places

Tucked away beneath the palm trees and orange groves lies a shrine to a Civil War hero.

Abraham Lincoln’s memory found a home in a place where he never visited nor likely knew much about – downtown Redlands.

In 1880, an old Derbyshire England boy traveled across the contient to his new home in California. Robert Watchorn’s exodus came after more than a decade of back-breaking work in the coal mines of England. He started at age 11 making 27 cents per day and by age 23 he had enough. While admission into formal halls of education eluded him, Robert was a tireless intellectual who later became a Redlands magnate in city government, corporate affairs and philanthropy.

He was an unabashed admirer of President Lincoln.

“He is one of the finest spirits that ever came into the world … and he turned the currents of freedom into the souls of millions of men,” he said, among other long discourses and writings about Lincoln.

So in 1932, a shrine was dedicated not only to the President himself, but also to the memory of Robert’s son Emory who died in 1921 at age 26 – a casualty of the First World War.

The building, an architectural marvel in and of itself, boasts the largest collection of Civil War and Lincoln artifacts west of the Mississippi. Thousands of books on the war and the man line the halls of the museum. Lincoln’s authenticated signature sits on more than 20 documents of war correspondance and state matters there. Coins, maps, rifles, bullets, paintings, letters and scores of other items fill the shrine while documentaries pn the Civil War play on TVs in the background.

The most impressive part of the shrine though greets you as you walk through the door into the main rotunda. It is a bust of Lincoln, as impressive as the man himself. It’s as if he is greeting you and inviting you to come learn more.

In Redlands of all places … who would have thought. 

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I now pronounce you Dr and wife

Somehow in the past three days my husband has morphed into a doctor. In his white coat with stethoscope slung around his neck, he marches out the door every morning to walk among the sick and ultra-educated.

The learning curve is steep, but he is climbing that ladder with his characteristic poise and flair for the undramatic.

The normal day (so far) starts at 7 a.m. when he begins to run his gamut. Checking up on patients, doing assignments from his supervising Attending, assessing illnesses, attending morning report meetings, and trying to learn the foreign language of the hospital are the orders of the day.  On normal days, he is done in time for dinner. On “Call” days, however, he gets to don his scrubs for a marathon of 28 hours on his feet.

He gets the pleasure of running that marathon twice a week – in tennis shoes, thankfully.

This will be our next 12 weeks.

While it might sound exhausting (because it is), we have seen so many huge blessings. Dave and the three other students that make up his little gaggle report to a great Attending. While she is demanding, she has also been kind  and helpful to him. *A note to all those coming behind us: SGU is not lying at all when they emphasize that it’s your Attending Physician and/or Senior Resident who will make or break your experience.

So where does that leave me? Here.

At home, alone. Looking for a job.

Medical-spousedom is not for the needy nor the dependent.

Luckily, I am neither and am thriving on the opportunity to write, refine my resume, network and freelance.

If you didn’t think you saw your spouse in med school, just wait ’till the next phase when they don’t come home at night.

I start my average morning by driving Mr. Davey into the hospital, getting in a great workout and then sitting down to the serious work of job hunting.

While David is following up on coughs and tummy aches, I am following up on a list of online applications, purging the ones that aren’t going anywhere and adding others to the que. Then it’s time to dress up and visit every local newspaper and media company I can find with resume in hand and smile on my face. Afternoons are reserved for freelance cultivating, independent study and a little work on my book.

I have also joined a few business networking groups in the area. While I have yet to attend a function, I hope they are more productive than the ones I attended in Reno.

Here I’ll insert a shameless plug for my resume at SarahGlenn.net and a plea for any leads my blogging buddies might have in the Inland Empire area.

So that’s life for us these days, so far. Learning, living, loving and growing every day!

Stay tuned for a blog on Redlands history and the biggest Abraham Lincoln memorial west of the Mississippi!

 

 

 

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