Hey Barrett here.
I found this lovely picture of Bridge and wanted to share it with all of you. This is how I remember her – loving fall, fresh faced and ready to take on the world. This was taken a few months after we had moved to Portland in 2008.
As many of you know November 2nd was B’s birthday. It also happens to be El Dia de los Muertos. We always use to celebrate both but now it has a whole new meaning for me – wow.
Obviously, the best way to celebrate the day is with cake. I would also recommend making it a decadence day and that you treat yourself or someone you love to a new book. You owe it to yourself and besides Bridget would say, “it’s a fabbity fab fab idea”.
Enjoy the now.
Love to you all,
Barrett here. I can’t believe it has been two months since Bridget’s passing. I wanted to share with all of you a draft blog post Bridget had in cue. She started this when we first moved to Portland. She kept all her thoughts and drafts handy and would repurpose them as needed and as she saw fit. There are more, but I’ll release them slowly. Here it is:
I love meandering. It is my new top pasttime.
This weekend we meandered and found:
-Alberta St., one of the cute streets with shops and coffee and restaurants that Portland is so famous for.
-Laurelhurst Neighborhood which we ended up in accidentally because of a no left turn issue. This neighborhood is full of big old houses and big old crooked trees. So cool.
-Laurelhurst Park. This has such a city park feel to it, not at all like Forest Park near are house which is all wild and wooly. Laurelhurst even has lampposts! I loved it. Also, a little pond and lots of nice sunshine napping spots and picnicing spots.
-Hollywood Theatre. We didn’t go in, but we drove by and it looks really cool with the old fashioned marquee and everything. It’s been added to the never ending list of places we need to check out.
-Comic Shop on Hawthorne St. I don’t remember what this was called, but it’s the third one we’ve been to in Portland and they are all totally different. The one on Mississippi is very chi-chi with a bookstore feel and a diverse crowd (even women and teens girls shop here). The one downtown is more alternative-y and makes you feel like you should know the titles on display but are sad to find that you don’t. The one on Hawthorne was much more old school comic shop populated with, um, well I hate to say nerds, but maybe “enthusiasts” would sound less snotty? There were all guys shopping there with superhero tees on and boxes and boxes full of back issues.
-Cool produce stand/store called David’s Produce. It has a roof and some walls but it has a very open market sort of feel. Most of the produce is local and it was GORGEOUS.
-Some new paths in Forest Park. We decided to just take a new one having no idea where it went as we haven’t bought a map yet and we ended up getting home again that day so it didn’t go too badly. It took us a long, long time and involved lots of fork in the middle of the woods type decisions. Beautiful, beautiful woods with lots of high ridges looking down at the forest below and sunshine through the leaves and mossy bits clinging here and there. I’m glad we went out early. Getting lost in the woods at night is, sadly, not an unfamiliar situation for me to be in, but I don’t try to put myself there on purpose. Especially since that time with the wolves way back when (I know they have a bad rap and are not man eating, but there is no excuse for howling at me when I’m lost in the forest in the middle of nowhere. That’s just plain mean.) Or that time when it was like twenty below zero or something and my group got lost on a moonlight ski trip and were going to freeze to death. Or…Maybe I should save these for a near death experience entry?
Laurelhurst Park By dolanh
Hollywood Theater By travelfox
Hello Friends and Family,
This is Barrett, Bridget’s husband & former covivant of sixteen years. Over the past few years Bridget and I have known we have support from friends and family, but I am consistantly amazed and astonished how generous and caring you all truly are. Thank you.
I am delighted to share this post with all of you. Johanna Wright, Portland author and illustrator, has created a new painting In Memory of Bridget Zinn that has touched me deeply. This painting is available as a print to everyone who covets Johanna’s work or loved Bridget. Johanna is donating the proceeds to the Friends of the Cooperative Children’s Book Center (CCBC).
Please visit Johanna’s Etsy page to purchase your print.
Love to you all,
Hello Friends and Family,
This is Barrett, Bridget’s husband & former covivant of sixteen years. Thank you all for sharing your kind thoughts and memories about Bridget. I wanted to share with you that we’re planning two events to celebrate Bridget. The first will be here in Portland, Oregon and the second will be in Madison, Wisconsin. Both of which Dick Zinn (Bridget’s dad) and I will be attending.
Saturday, June 11, 2011
Place: Our home, 7817 N Wall Ave, Portland OR 97203
Time: 10 A.M. to 2 P.M. or later.
We’re planning on having coffee, juice, french pastries, fruit and chocolate cake/cupcakes. It will be drop in style from 10-2 or later. The event will be indoors and outdoors. So if it’s sunny bring a chair and if it’s rainy bring an umbrella or we’ll all just sit very close on the sofas. 😉
Celebration #2 Sunday, June 26th, 2011
Place: Madison, Wisconsin
Time and location: To be determined
We will update this event on this blog and on Bridget’s memorial page on Facebook.
Memorial donations can be made to the Friends of the Cooperative Children’s Book Center (CCBC). Bridget was a member of the Friends Board and the newsletter editor, so she had a very close association with the group. Bridget was a huge supporter of children’s literature for all ages and loved books filled with warm pockets of happiness. This organization changed her life.
Checks can be made out and sent to: Friends of the CCBC, Inc., Box 5189, Madison, WI 53705.
Donations are tax deductible.
As Bridget would say, “Love to you all,”
Our next trip to the ER didn’t involve anyone trying to steal my identity, but it did, unfortunately, involve an extended stay in the oncology ward. Booo!! Our bargaining skills just aren’t at their peak at 3 in the morning. Especially unfair was that this time around, I kept hearing how healthy I looked. People kept saying, “you look way too good to have this kind of blood work.” If I looked so darn good, shouldn’t they really have just sent me back home?
But, no. They kept me and observed me, treated me to some fine antibiotics for a couple of infections I had, and ultimately were unable to solve most of the medical mysteries (involving blood and labs and things) that had brought me there in the first place.
We made the most of my incarceration with our iPod stand, electric tea kettle, and picnics filled out with the help of a nearby Trader Joe’s. I even had one of my favorite softie-soft blankets with me that’s so pretty it always makes me smile (sent to me years ago by Kristin’s mom–Thanks, Kristin’s mom!). I think it even has prayers somehow woven into it. The only thing our hospital survival kit needs now (besides a cool James Bond escape parachute) are some LED flickering votives for ambiance.
Finally, the docs decided that they’d observed me enough and that my mysteries were planning to stay mysterious and they let me go. Five stars to my inpatient oncologist who made sure I got out in time to make it to my haircut! Granted, several days at the hospital had worn me out and I was a bit of a zombie in the chair but my hairdresser is so awesome she doesn’t need any direction. She spent extra time on the scalp massage and gave me a mini relaxation/cranial sacral session on the massage table to help rejuvenate me enough to get home. She is the best!
Then home again and that’s where I’ve been recuperating for the past few weeks. Luckily, just before this happened, the dads each did a screen door project–one fixed a faulty front door screen and the other put in a back screen door. We can now have our doors open and get a nice cross breeze through the house without those scalawag cats of ours escaping to go and join the pirate cat gang in the neighborhood.
Plus, we get to hear all the birds chirping and smell the spring flowers and freshly mowed grass.
My healing couch has a view out both screen doors, and an especially nice view out the back.
My first day home from the hospital almost my entire view out the back screen door was filled with our giant cherry tree.
The picture doesn’t quite capture it, so I took a pic upstairs looking down so you can get a better view of the tree.
As the weeks have gone by, the petals have started to fall. There’s nothing like laying back and watching cherry blossom petals float down–some days all swirly and mad from wind, other days lazily drifting down, some slipping in the crack between the partial screens and the bottoms of our open windows.
I catch glimpses of other flowers too from my couch–just enough to tempt me into getting up and out for a backyard flower tour. It’s our first spring in this house so we never know what’s going to pop up next.
One of our most thrilling discoveries was the large lilac bush across the yard from the cherry tree. I tried capturing the symmetry of the cherry tree on one side and the lilac bush on the other, but couldn’t get it to look right in a photo. Somehow you focus on the space between the two where there isn’t anything special to look at. Which seems like a perfectly reasonable reason to put something spectacular there. Like a tea house or a bamboo gazebo. Or a cabana! (I fell in love with a cabana in a catalog and talked about it endlessly until the catalog mysteriously disappeared).
Barrett did some snipping and gathered us an indoor lilac bouquet so even when the door shuts at night we still get that delicious lilac smell.
Did I mention how good it is to be home?
Love to you all,
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