Tag: Elizabeth di Grazia

  • Do-Overs

    September 9th 477Picking up flowers for Crystel’s 13th birthday I realized how true it is for me that I live my past through my kids.

    I don’t remember my 13th birthday.

    I don’t remember my mother ever buying me flowers.

    Of course, she had 12 children and buying flowers wasn’t on the top of her grocery list. Even remembering all of the birthdays was challenging for her.

    That’s why Antonio and Crystel get a birthday week with a gift each day. It’s my do-over.

    Two years ago, Crystel traded in her birthday week for an Amazing Race birthday party complete with clues, drivers, and unknown destinations.

    All of us had so much fun that I didn’t even wait for her to ask this year.

    I started planning an Amazing Race birthday weekend nine months ahead of time at Briggs Farm in Winona for both Antonio and Crystel. Their birthdays are only six weeks apart. The surprise Mankato Mud Run the next day was declared the highlight of the race by the participants.

    Mankato Mud Run
    Mankato Mud Run

    This upping the ante started when their first tooth came out. It wasn’t a quarter under a pillow. It was a treasure hunt with clues written by the tooth fairy that led to a final gift. Some people warned Jody and I that once you start big you have to keep it going. That never bothered me. I didn’t want to stop. Perhaps I was doing a do-over for the tooth I lost on Christmas Eve one year. I figured that the stuff under my pillow was the same stuff that was in the other kids Christmas sock.

    Not to say my mom didn’t try she did.

    My favorite birthday was when I was 4 and I got a gun. It wasn’t a real gun but still my four older brothers wanted it and took turns shooting at the target across the room. Finally when they went to school I got to use it. Probably good it wasn’t real because when I did get my hands on a BB gun I shot one of my brothers just above the eye. Later when I was 12 and received a 20 gauge shotgun, I shot the pickup two brothers were sitting in. Accidentally, of course.

    As I carry the flower bouquet to the car I think of how some things don’t require a do-over. Guns, for example. I’ll take them to a shooting range for that.

  • A 12-Year-Old Girl Following Her Dreams

    At the Wedding. Touching a Cello for the first time.
    At the Wedding. Touching a Cello for the first time.

    She says she’s going to Juilliard. Who am I to say she isn’t? Right now she’s in her bedroom playing cello for the second time in her life. The first time was last night at a wedding. She approached the cello player, who then invited her to sit down, and showed Crystel how to hold the stringed instrument. Within minutes she had Crystel strumming, Twinkle, Twinkle Little Star.

    Today, within an hour of bringing home the cello from Schmitt’s, I recognize Amazing Grace coming from her bedroom.

    Crystel has wanted to play the cello for eight months. She’s played piano for five years and flute for one. Sometimes, I’m not sure how serious she is about an endeavor or if she is just trying to be the only one doing something. There is no cello player at Richfield Middle School. Her mother (me) doesn’t even know how to pronounce the instrument correctly.

    To gauge her seriousness Crystel had to do at least three things. Stop wearing her socks outside without shoes. Figure out the cost of renting a cello and taking lessons. Decide where that money was going to come from.

    Being sized at Schmitt's.
    Being sized at Schmitt’s.

    “You know what I see, Crystel?” I’d say, when I’d see her outside, once again, wearing only her socks.

    “What?” She’d respond with a blank look.

    I’d nod at her feet. “A nice looking sello.”

    “Chel-oh, Mom, chel-oh. Not sello.”

    I explained to her that it wasn’t about the socks. It’s that her parents told her time and time again that shoes outside was important to them and that she continued to disregard our request. “How can we know that you can take care of a sello …. ah … I mean, chello, if you can’t follow a simple request?”

    After learning the cost for renting a cello and getting lessons, it didn’t bother me about the socks. I’d think, “That’s right, just keep wearing them outside, girlfriend.”

    All the while, Crystel has continued to play piano and take lessons. National Piano Playing Auditions gave her a superior rating. Her distinction was Top-Talent Circle rating which means that she could appear before any audience anywhere. Right now, she plays once a month at a soup kitchen.

    ah, my cello
    ah, my cello

    I know she is passionate about piano because Jody and I never have to ask her to practice. On many occasions, the piano is the last thing she touches before leaving the house. We can hear her rushing out a melody while we are waiting for her in the car. It’s like she has to have a tune in her head to carry her to her next activity.

    A few months ago, I started noticing that she was putting shoes on before going outside. They were MY shoes but they were shoes nevertheless.

    Is she going to go to Julliard? I don’t know. But, one thing I learned about my daughter, is that when she’s decided that she’s going to do something, she does it. At 3-years-old she couldn’t speak intelligibly. Only Antonio knew what she was saying. She went on to become fluent in several languages: English, Spanish, and music.

  • “Been Doing It For 28 Years. They Can Plant Me Here”

    “Been Doing It For 28 Years. They Can Plant Me Here”

    Joe
    Joe Glaccum

    I’m talking with Joe Glaccum, Director of Services for Many Point Scout Camp. “Always been a food man,” he says. “This has been my calling.”

    Antonio and I are at Many Point for a week- long adventure with Troop 110 from Minneapolis.

    This calling of Joe’s is providing 128,000 meals each summer to over 250 troops from numerous councils across the United States and Canada.

    Many Point provides all of the meals, but the preparation varies based on the subcamp that you choose.

    Commissary and dining hall service is offered.

    A combination of commissary and dining hall service, which is what Antonio’s troop chooses, means the camp provides all of the ingredients for breakfast and lunch and the patrol prepares it themselves. The evening meal is delivered cooked from the Dining Hall in a hot stack and ready to serve.

    Joe pointing out the special diet shelf.
    Gluten, nut, dairy, vegetarian, and religious needs cared for at Many Point

     

    Substitutions can be made for gluten, nut and dairy allergies as well as vegetarian and religious observances.

    In our group of 19 scouts and 3 adults there are three vegetarians.

    Joe speaks in a deep gravelly voice. I rush to write what he’s saying. I’m in the presence of a sage.

    “You must be college educated,” I say. Though I know it isn’t true. A person knows when they are sitting in the midst of experience.

    “I’ve been hit on the head so many times that I listen,” he exclaims. “Each patrol will fill out a review at the end of the week. I read each and every one of them.”

    He goes on to say that a key to his success is having a menu that is extremely liked by the boys and one that adults will accept.

    I think back over the meals I’ve eaten. Eggs, sausages, pancakes, hamburgers, hotdogs, macaroni salad, grilled cheese, tomato soup, etc…. and I agree. No one in our troop has gone away hungry. There has also been an abundance of apples, oranges, cantaloupes, etc…..

    For those Scouts who might be a bit more particular there is a milk crate of staples that each patrol receives at the beginning of the week and can be replenished. Inside the crate, packed in a specific way is a roll of paper towels, ketchup, mustard, peanut butter, jelly, ramen noodles, oatmeal, brown sugar, dish soap, salt and pepper, packet of sanitizer tablets, matches, garbage bags and a scrubby for washing dishes.

    Joe has 12 people working for him.

    Items are placed in each crate the same way. Crates are color coded for size of patrol.
    Items are placed in each crate the same way. Crates are color coded for size of patrol.

    In 28 years his most major improvement is that he systemized everything. I recognize it as the 5S pillars, Sort, Set in Order, Shine, Standardize, and Sustain.

    “In the early days, the commissary was a huge store. The only trading post on the property. Each troop would come to the store once a week and put in their order.”

    He chuckles. “Red Owl ran it for one year. Lost their shirts. Never came up again.”

    Joe still remembers his busiest year. It was 2001. “I was business manager, trading post director, services directory, commissary director, and driver. I worked 16 hour days, 7 days a week. I loved it.”

    His staff returns year after year. “It’s a very rewarding workplace. I hire good people. I let them do their job. I ask questions – that is all.”

    July 16 2015 421He emphasizes, “I have a really great crew. As long as my brain functions I can do this job.”

    He’s been on 5-year plan since 1987. “Next year I plan to renew it for 5 more years”, he says.

    Our conversation is interrupted by a phone call. He needs to leave. He has 99 patrols to feed next week and he’s tweaking the menu for next year. The lettuce salad that we had last night wasn’t the home run he was looking for.