July 11, 2009: Connecting
Then there was a long and noteworthy reunion in Florida.Driving to Orlando as a base of operations initially, and joined again by Tom's family (his wife is from Port Saint Lucie, nearby, to see her family as well)we stayed as usual for me at a Marriott Resort (a second cousin, Fred Malek - former President of Marriott and campaign chairperson for George Bush the elder as well as a cabinet member in the Regan administration always beckons me to stay at the Marriott brand). Visiting my cousin Mellonie at her home in Siesta Key was, and is always, a treat. With her sister Gail and male friend Brinton, a retired CPA from Washington, D.C. they treated our entourage as royalty. My mother was visiting her home for the first time, and had tears seeing our relations at the door with warm smiles and a pitcher of a signature martini concocted in my honor for the success of my branch of the family. We stayed for hours talking, eating, watching Mel's DVD of her production in Sarasota of a musical (she still has a great voice and obvious directing skills in her early 70s) and talking about the "old days", both good and not so good.
I can't continue without backtracking to the Chicagoland visit. I took time alone to visit my all-time respected teacher, Mr. Frank Boker, living in La Grange Park, who was my private instructor and band director during elementary and junior high school. He is in his mid-90s now and just returned home from a care facility. He taught some of the best symphony musicians in area in a humble, unassuming way - yet, demanding excellence. We had a wonderful and emotional visit. He regaled me with stories about his band directing in California and Guadalcanal and the Solomon Islands during WW2.He remembered lots about me, and was extremely complimentary in every respect. Of course, I owe him my love for music and copied his methodology during my career as an educator and school principal - often times getting arrows in my back for bucking the politically correct crowd. Frank Boker is my hero.
Continuing,the following day we traveled for a milestone visit to my eldest first cousin, Delores, in Orange City, Florida near Orlando (but a world away). Delores is in her 80s (her parents lived into their late 90s). She was a career Air Force enlisted and married a like Sgt. from an old Alabama family who had a relative as aide to Stonewall Jackson. She is a widow without children and had always been very reclusive, except that she writes beautiful letters on holidays. The last time I saw her face was in 1960, in Denver, Colorado where she was stationed. My mother, ditto. When we pulled into her apartment parking spot, a frail, yet definitely Croatian-featured and proud figure was there to greet us. We hugged and my family exchanged pleasantries, but the biggest hug and many tears was reserved for my mother, the last link of Delores' past.We spent several hours catching up and answering a long list of questions Delores had meticulously prepared in advance. My impression was that Delores served her country well, was intelligent, loved history, was very introverted and very deliberate in her speech to be precise in her dialogue. She admired my son USAF Maj. Tom and said several times how proud she was that the family had Air Force traditions. I even discovered she owns acres of land and an abandoned silver mine above the timber line near Colorado Springs, for no apparent reason at present. We left so very happy to have connected again.
Continuing our trip to our condo on Singer Island near Palm Beach (right across the inlet from Rush Limbaugh's estates, for the benefit of my liberal friends), son Brian who is a commanding officer with the Coast Guard in Key West and his wife and two children, aged three and one along with their au paire visited, as well as daughter Gail from Wright Patterson AFB in Dayton, where Capt. Gail is an acquisition officer. We spent a wonderful week there, together for the most part. Unfortunately, I could not connect with Renee Bergeron, a second cousin who is an administrator at Miami International Airport and a dead ringer for an aunt we share.
And it doesn't quite end. This coming week I will be representing the family in Colorado Springs as Maj. Tom assumes command of a squadron in a highly classified Air Force program at Peterson AFB. He will be honored for his work to date by superior officers including a General (name omitted) who has mentored Tom and followed his progress in areas where no errors are allowed, and promoted into a world-impact position.
I will be in the front row. As I have been in life, I am lucky to be in the right place at the right time surrounded by good people.





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