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She Still Lives in Our Hearts

When I hear of married people not getting along with their in-laws, it makes me appreciate how lucky I am to have had wonderful ones, whose company I have enjoyed, and whom I’ve loved and respected. Today marks the first anniversary of the passing of my wonderful mother-in-law, Emiko Gumescheimer, the best anyone could have ever asked for.

We first met over dinner when Susan and I were dating. Emiko seemed very quiet and shy that night and I worried that she might not like me. But soon after that, I discovered her great sense of humor, and felt welcomed by her during our visits home. She was always working tirelessly for us when we came home. It seemed like she was only off her feet when it was time to eat the meals she spent all day cooking. Her hard work often continued into the evening when she would do some sewing for Susan or some other bit of organizing that just had to get done that night. Emiko was incredibly fastidious. She kept an incredibly clean house, and although there was lots of stuff in every closet and nook, she knew exactly where everything went and how it should be put away.


Emiko in Japan

Emiko and James met while he was stationed in Japan during his time in the Navy. I often thought about what it must have been like for her to leave behind friends and family in Japan and come from such a different culture to live here, first in the San Diego area and then to tiny Bazine and Cimarron, Kansas. But Emiko made the best of wherever she was planted. She made friends easily and found those bits of her culture to hold on to in America.

Emiko had the rarest of qualities in her, and I have met precious few who share it. If you met her you would agree. Everyone who knew her, even in the most casual way, everyone who was a part of her life, felt like they had a special relationship with her – a connection that was somehow deeper than one with the average person. That was evident in the packed church the day of her funeral. In addition to loving family and friends who were there, people from the hairdressers, the bank and the cancer center came. Even people from the JC Penney store who always chatted with her when she came by. They knew her, and the friendship between them was real. I know it had a lot to do with her beautiful smile and her easy laughter, but she really did care about other people, and she appreciated good service and help from those she met while she was shopping or doing business in town.


Cimarron Kansas, 2007

During the last couple years of her life, she fought the most aggressive kind of lung cancer, and suffered through a year of chemotherapy. They were tough times for her. Emiko always took pride in her appearance, and made sure she was dressed nicely, if not fashionably, when she left the house. Losing her hair and watching her body suffer the effects of treatment, must have been difficult. When her treatments tapered off, and her hair returned, it came in full, and in a silky silver color. Susan and I thought it looked chic and tried to convince her to keep her silver hair, but she wouldn’t have it. She went back to brunette, but she was a classy lady no matter what her hair color was.

She beat her cancer, got through her treatments and conquered her disease the way she traveled through life; with kindness, dignity, and laughter while making friends along the way.

When loved ones pass in peoples lives, you sometimes hear them say, “If only I could have told her I love you one more time.” We never missed an opportunity to say that to her, but it doesn’t make us miss her any less. We miss her terribly a year later. And although going home is still as loving and comfortable as it ever was, her absence is deeply felt. But Emiko still lives in our hearts and our memories and in those special relationships she had. She lives another place too; Inside my beautiful wife, Susan. I see Emiko in her eyes and in her smile. I hear Emiko’s laugh inside of hers and Susan’s fastidiousness and flair for fashion is a product of her mom’s. And that rare quality that Emiko had, the special connection she shared with people in her life, inhabits Susan too.

Doesn’t Seem Like a Year

One year ago today, my father passed away. I called my mom today and we both couldn’t believe that it has only been that long. This past year has just flown by.

I am who I am largely because of my dad. He was a man who worked hard to provide for his family, he enjoyed a good laugh and never had a problem speaking his mind. He loved his Buffalo Bills and would always want to talk about a recent game if I called him during the season. The picture below is from a birthday biplane ride over Niagara wine country that my siblings and I got for him. It’s not something that he would have ever considered spending money on for himself.


Wally in a biplane

I also live where I do in part because of my father. When I was three or four years old, we lived in Overland Park. He worked for AT&T in KC for a couple of years and I had vague, fond memories of living here. I decided to come back and go to school at KU after we lived in New York during the rest of the time I was growing up. On one of his visits out here, he was amazed by all the wild sunflowers growing around the area. He asked me once to send him some seed heads so he could plant some in Buffalo. I’m not sure if I ever got around to doing that.


September 15th Sunflower

A few months back I planted some sunflower seeds, not expecting them to do anything, since it was kind of late to be planting flowers. But at the time, I was thinking of that time my dad asked me for seeds. Two sprouted next to each other in the front of our house and this one (above) is the one that survived. Today is the first day that the petals have really opened up wide and you can see the seeds inside start to mature. A lot of things remind me of him from time to time; people playing golf, an old green Camry, and from now on – sunflowers in September.

2009 Tour of Missouri finishes in KC

Sunday was a great day for racing and the final stage of the 2009 Tour of Missouri did not disappoint.


Garmin closing the gap on the final lap.

I was able to catch the action from several different spots as I walked the course from downtown to Summit St. through Penn Valley Park and then to the finish for the final couple of laps at Crown Center. It was an incredibly fast race 72 miles in 2:33! 28 mph average for this twisting, hilly course is amazing.


Gibert beats a world-class field

This is the first year the stage race has finished in Kansas City. St. Louis has been the host for the final stage the first two years of the ToM. This year, stage 7 was a hilly 10.2 miles circuit that finished on a long, wide stretch through downtown KC. Thousands gathered at the finish line at Crown Center.

Garmin-Slipstrem’s David Zabriskie won the general classification, 30 seconds ahead of Saxo Bank rider Gustav Larsson of Sweden. Columbia-HTC’s Marco Pinotti (ITA) came in third. Cervelo’s Thor Hushovd (NOR) ran away with the sprint jersey, more than doubling the points of his closest competitor.

It’s possible that this is the last year for the Tour of Missouri. The state does not have the money to put into it, but I hope when they take a close look at the numbers, they will realize that this event is a big asset for Missouri.

See some more of my images from stage 7 here.

Rudie Can’t Fail

I haven’t been having the best luck with cycling lately. On the last few long rides I have taken, I’ve run into mechanical difficulty; most recently, two flat tires on a 75-miler, which I had to cut short to 52.

Today was the Cider Mill Century. I have been looking forward to this 100-mile ride all summer, and have been training hard, so that I would be able to enjoy the ride. The weather has been great the past couple of weeks and that made me even more excited about the ride, since it would be chilly at the start, and only about 80 by the finish. That’s 23 degrees cooler that the last time I did this ride, and suffered through the last 30 miles or so. I’ve been getting slimmer too, as my training has helped me shed 13 pounds in the past couple months. But the last few days, I have been downing the carbs so I could drag my butt up the hills with the fast riders.

After a 45-minute drive to Louisburg, KS, I parked and proceeded to get ready for the ride, got registered, got my bike out and my jersey on, got all SPF’d up and went to put on my shoes… “Where are my shoes?” “Why they are at home in the garage, of course, just where you left them, dummy.”

The shoes
Left them Hanging

Of all the things you could leave behind for a bike ride, shoes are nearly the worst choice. You could leave a jersey home and just ride in a t-shirt and not look too out of place. Forgetting your sunglasses would just mean you’d be squinting a bit more. Even if you didn’t have cycling shorts you could still manage to ride, albeit less comfortably. But the shoes. I don’t think even cutting the ride short and cycling in my hiking boots would have been a good thing. Maybe I could have ridden with the 25-mile group in the back with the ladies. I would have turned some heads in my Assos jersey and bib shorts cruising along at 12 mph.

Since the parking lot was jam-packed, I had to wait to leave until after the ride started. The JCBC people were nice enough to give me my money back when I went to tell them I wasn’t doing the ride. It was heart-breaking to watch everyone else depart and even harder to miss out on those Cider Mill doughnuts at the end. The drive home was depressing, and to top it off, the Clash song “Rudie Can’t Fail” came up on the iPod. Still not sure if that was meant to cheer me up, or to mock me!

So my luck continued when I got home. I decided to go get some miles in, and do my Lawrence and back route – 63 miles or 75, depending on which way you go. I got as far as Linwood and broke a spoke on my front wheel. I could have just continued with a wobbly front, but decided the way my luck has been going, I’d better just turn around and limp home. I’d have to settle for 30 miles instead of 100.

And if I have to drive any distance to the next group ride, I will have a checklist filled out and double-checked.

When TP Doesn’t Quite Say It

After my ride this morning I was taking a cool down lap around the neighborhood and ran across this car parked on the street.

donutted car
Donutted

I don’t think I have ever seen a car victimized in this manner before, the unfortunate recipient of the triple threat of donuts, plastic wrap, and chocolate sandwich cookies. The plastic wrap seemed a half-hearted effort, since there were only a few wrappings. To really make that work, you need to either wrap the car in such a way as to make the wrap invisible, or else wrap it so much that it takes an hour to get it off.


A mountain of Krispy Kremes

I wonder where all these donuts came from. Someone must have raided the dumpster at Krispy Kreme and taken all the unsold goods. If someone ever decides to donut my xB, I hope I wake up in time to enjoy a couple of glazeds before they get all yucky.

The Country Eggs

Lately we have been the recipients of beautiful and tasty fresh eggs from Cimarron. James and Emiko’s friend, Rosemary has chickens and whenever we go home to visit, we get to enjoy their eggs and also bring some home. Last time we were there, we got two dozen of these golden orbs of goodness.

Country Eggs
The country eggs

Emiko used to call these “Country Eggs,” and they are as beautiful on the inside as they are outside. Unlike in store-bought eggs, the yolks of the country egg are a deep orange, not yellow. And you get three times the egg taste, rich and flavorful. They are big too. Most of them would be in the “jumbo” category or even bigger. When Rosemary brought them by, she gave us a dozen that were hatched the day before and a dozen that came out of the nest that morning. Now that’s fresh.

Sold It!

The Camry is gone, but it is the hands of some nice upstate New York transplants from Saratoga Springs.

I really didn’t think I’d be selling it for a few more weeks, and I only had signs in the windows for one day. Smudge and I went to the dog park yesterday morning and we took the Camry. A woman saw the For Sale signs in the car and called her husband about it. They had been looking for the perfect wagon to haul the two dogs they own, plus their foster dog. They came over together to look at it and took it home last night.

I have to say it was kind of sad seeing it go. Partly because in the short time we had together, the Camry and I became quite attached. And the other reason is that it was my dad’s car and a big part of him is now gone. But at least I have the knowledge that it will be used and loved by a couple of dog lovers like us. Since they live in Shawnee too, I’m sure I’ll be seeing it running around town and over at the dog park.