Scrapbook

A photo/story of yours truly receiving an H1N1 flu vaccine at Boston College in Walsh Hall on January 14, 2010. I might look happy and carefree in the photo, but I'm actually grimacing in pain!

Photo by Sean Smith, Boston College Chronicle, January 21, 2010

My nephew, Jeff Doub, celebrated a very "pink" birthday today. He's pictured, here, standing in front of his suburban Phoenix, Arizona home surrounded by a flock of plastic lawn pink flamingos, courtesy his mother and sister, Jo and Jodie.

Happy 40th, Jeff!

I haven't posted much about my brother-in-law, Mark Doub who is bravely battling colon cancer. My sister has established a web presence for him on CaringBridge. She posts regular updates on his condition. Here's a recent entry:

Thursday, May 28, 2009 6:24 PM, MST

Dear Prayer Warriors:

It was a big decision but we turned 180 degrees and booked a 7 day Deep Southern Caribbean Cruise (San Juan Puerto Rico round trip) leaving June 14th on the Royal Caribbean. I don’t know how many times I called Warren and Charlene today to get this cruise booked and coordinated together. We’re very excited about the cruise! This was Mark’s first choice but we were a little hesitant about doing a cruise in the Caribbean since the hurricane season begins June 1.

I also have been working on our transition to Show Low but ran into some issues with Hospice in Show Low as they don’t do pain pumps or power ports so our oncologist will have to decide if Mark should go off the pain pump and use something called Methodone. Sure hope we can get this worked out so we can go home.

Please pray that Mark and I enjoy the flight and cruise with no health issues. Thank you.

Jo

The email was titled, "Forgot to tell you..." My sister, Jo sent me an update on her husband's health, then she sent a follow up email with that subject line. In it she said, "Audrey Quillen (sic) passed away." You see, everyone in our family called them "Quillen" without the "s" for some reason.

The Quillens were my family's next-door neighbors on South Fess Avenue in Bloomington, Indiana since before I was born. I have vague memories of Audrey's husband. I think his name was Bud. He must have died when I was quite young. Audrey had a daughter named Linda who was roughly the same age as Jo.

Audrey was my mother's age. She stayed in her home until just a few years ago until medical problems (I believe she fell down and broke her hip) forced her to move into an assisted living home in town. I have vague recollections in my mind's eye of her face and features. They're a snapshot from when I was much younger, say, high school/college age. After starting college I didn't have very many opportunities to see her.

As a younger child, I found her to be scarey. She had what could be be described as craggily features. I recall that she had some large pollups on her face and nose. I thought she resembled the Wicked Witch of the West in the Wizard of Oz. Time had not been kind to Audrey; she was a heavy smoker. Perhaps that's what did in her husband, too.

In general, I don't think my parents approved of Audrey or her family. The Quillens smoked, and I seem to recall that everyone in her household used profanity--something my straight-laced parents really didn't appreciate. When I was an older child, my father grew to dislike her intensely. He was fond of telling the story about how one day, Audrey came in the back door (actually, the side door facing the Quillens' house) unannounced. Dad was in his underwear. He chewed her out good, saying she had no right to come in without knocking. I think she probably cussed him out. After that incident, a cold war ensued. It existed until my father died much later, in 1992.

I recall that as a child, I was uncomfortable in their house, probably because of the cigarette odor that clinged to everything. But mostly, I thought that she was creepy. So were all her nick-nacks.

The two households' driveways abutted one another. As a youngster I really enjoyed exploring their driveway back to their old garage, where I would turn over large stones and look for creepy, crawly things like multi-legged centipedes and millipedes and put them in canning jars. I would hang out in their musky, old wooden garage daydreaming and pretending about things. Even back then, their garage was dilapidated and full of holes; it appeared ready to fall in on itself at any moment.

Later, when I was older I would cut their grass to earn money. One day I was cutting along the wire fence when a piece of rusty wire came flying up from under the mower. It hit me in the ear. I was momentarily stunned. I also received my first pierced ear. Luckily for me, it wasn't a few inches to the left, or I might have been blinded. (This was back in the days before anyone thought to wear safety goggles.)

What else? Oh, there were other squabbles over the years, like--the danger posed by the large tree in their front yard hanging over our property; the time that my father decided to blacktop our driveway but neglected to ask if they wanted their driveway treated; and, some issue with their bird bath that I no longer recall.

I suppose I should feel and recall much, much more about this woman next to whom I and my family existed for nearly half my life. And, pehraps I should reflect on some positive memory or attribute of Audrey now that she's gone. But I'm afraid that's the extent of it.

R.I.P., Audrey Quillens, a.k.a. Wicked Witch.