Vivian Roubal
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At Home With Vivian: 50 years of homes
I am one of those walkers you might see out and about early in the morning. I’ve made friends with many dogs out walking their owners. I wave at the regulars at Starbucks and Barrelista on Main Street as I pass by. I live near downtown Martinez so I meander through the old neighborhoods. I […]
At Home With Vivian: Unexpected entertainment
Last Sunday at St. Catherine’s was a lot more fun than usual. While Deacon Albert’s sermon was as interesting and thought provoking as usual, the entertainment in the pews was unexpectedly delightful. I was surrounded by little people. A little boy, about six years old, sat directly in front of me. His mother, and an […]
At Home With Vivian: I love a parade
Homecoming parade in the mid 1990s. We had a little rain and a dip in temperature this week. Autumn is starting to show its colors -blue and gold. Go Bulldogs! I was talking to my young neighbor, Leah, the other day. She informed me that she’s been having fun after school helping to build the […]
At Home With Vivian: Figs
“Have some figs! My trees are loaded” my friend Gloria Morales offered during “donuts and coffee” after mass at St. Catherine’s last week. I never turn down a fresh fig and hers were delicious. She said she planted a fig tree and the squirrels helped her plant two more. With three fig trees, Gloria was […]
At Home With Vivian: After Labor Day
Does it seem quieter to you this week? The little city park next to our home has been emptied of joy. Not one child has laughed with glee from the top of the swing’s arc or screamed in fright as they careened down the slide. No balls have bounced on the pavement or swished through […]
At Home With Vivian: Mt. Rainier
“Wow! Look! You can see the mountain today!” my daughter exclaimed as we drove on Highway 5 north of Seattle. We were heading to Camano Island to celebrate my sister Johnette’s 60th birthday. Mt. Rainier, coated in white snow, it’s 25 glaciers sparkling in the sun, loomed majestically off in the distance. Mt. Rainier is […]
At Home With Vivian: Locked in
Flea Market? Of course! I love any place where there is a chance at finding treasure. When my friend Peggy Hagerthy asked me if I’d like to check out the Galt Flea Market last Wednesday, I didn’t say no. I set Gertie Garmin, my GPS, for the Galt Flea Market and away we went. We […]
At Home With Vivian: Remembering Port Chicago
“Oh my,” was all my mother could say. We drove slowly through the desolate landscape of what had once been her childhood home town of Port Chicago. Weeds grew through cracks in the sidewalk. Potholes dotted the former town streets. Only bare traces of concrete foundations remained where homes once stood It was the early […]
At Home With Vivian: Awash in anticipation
As I write my column this morning (Monday), my cell phone is turned to the loudest setting and is sitting right here beside the keyboard. I’m waiting for an important call from Nebraska. A special call indeed. My son just texted the family that they are on the way to the hospital. Baby Boy Roubal […]
At Home With Vivian: Sounds of a Summer Evening
As I was sitting in my dining room on Saturday night working on a quilt for my due-any-day grandson I heard music and laughter off in the distance. I looked out into the living room to see if I had left the television on, but the screen was dark. I hadn’t left the radio on […]
