‘Call of Crescent City’ in warmth of the people
“The call of Crescent City,” Jan. 19, got me thinking. When my second husband died a year ago, I was living in Wilton, south of Sacramento. After a couple of months of successfully putting one foot in front of the other, I decided I would try to sell our four-bedroom home on five acres with a pond.
With divine intervention it sold for cash in a week for almost my asking price! Even though I thought I’d have a year before my home sold, I knew exactly where I’d go next — back to Crescent City!
I had moved to Del Norte County fresh out of college in Sacramento to begin my teaching career in 1976 at the age of 21. I drove along Pebble Beach Drive and said, “I can’t believe people are so lucky as to actually live here!” I knew not a soul, but my fellow teachers at Redwood School soon became family.
I met and married a wonderful man who was the father of my three sons. As years passed, we Redwood teachers taught each other’s children and loved them as our own.
Dave died in 1998, after we had been married 20 years. I was devastated, but being back in the classroom helped. I spent many recesses crying in the bathroom the rest of that school year.
I moved with my youngest son back to Sacramento, where my father and siblings still lived. I remarried, but for years, whenever we returned to Crescent City to visit, I’d cry as soon as I saw the ocean.
My second husband was a widower, so he understood. Now, after 12 years away, I felt the call of Crescent City as a place to grieve and heal once again. I rented a lovely townhouse in Gasquet until I had time to shop for a home to buy.
Walking past ferns down to the pristine Smith River each morning with my Earl Grey tea, I began the road back to hope and joy. A couple of months later I was fortunate enough to buy a cute home in the Crescent City sunshine and redwoods.
The “Call of Crescent City” is in the beaches and redwoods and river access. But it is also in the warmth of the authentic people who care about each other and their town. I may have grown up in Sacramento, but I have returned home.
Susan Allen Peterson, Crescent City
Come hear the funny, moving ‘Monologues’
I am writing to let everyone know that the “Vagina Monologues” are here early this year, and this is a special year. This is a 15-year anniversary, and we are celebrating with the monologues and One Billion Rising.
The monologues will be Feb. 8 and 9 at the Smith River Event Center, and Feb. 16 at the Elk Valley Community Center. Come and hear the funny and moving monologues of Eve Ensler, and some amazing community women performing them.
Our beneficiaries this year are North Coast Rape Crisis, RHS Harrington House, ITCC (Inner Tribal Council of California), and Smith River Rancheria Community Family Services. All money stays in Del Norte County and serves the people here.
If you can’t go to one of the performances, but want to donate, buy a ticket and donate it to one of the beneficiaries to be dispersed to those that wouldn’t be able to afford to go. Tickets are $10 each, and are on sale at Del Norte Office and from any cast member, and they are going fast. If you missed it last year, then now is the time to buy tickets.
One Billion Rising is on Feb. 14, Valentine’s Day, and is a dancing protest. Women are asked to leave their jobs and dance to stop the violence against women and young girls. There are 189 countries celebrating on this day, and we only need seven more countries to have the whole world dancing.
We know that most women can’t walk off their jobs, so we will be holding a dance at the Veterans Hall for free, and everyone can dance from noon to 11 p.m. There will be all ranges of music from ballroom, line dancing, to good old rock and roll. There will be food sold, a silent auction, and the bar will open at 6 p.m.
So come and enjoy a day of dancing and tell the world it’s time for the violence to stop.
Maxine McKinney, Crescent City