This blog is named “Twisty Turny” because my family growing up as Dad drove along So many twisting roads in the USA. My father (a USGS cartographer) mapped his way across America, taking the whole Fam Damily along with him. I always say we kids grew up in a black & white DeSota rather than in a house.
My brother Bob, sister Kathi & I had many adventures moving 48 times before I turned 13. We swam in oceans, swamps, lakes & rivers. We built rafts which fell apart on rivers like outlets to the Mississippi. We collected clams & other shellfish on beaches from Maine to Key West. Bob & I ate raw kelp on beaches in Maine. Mother taught us to gather wild edibles such as dandelion greens, watercress, mushrooms, blueberries & other treats as we explored our new surroundings. Mom made wonderful soups from our collected foods.
My father & his USGS geodesic team mapped parts of Antarctica in 1961/62. My mother, sister, brother & I lived with Mom’s mother in Wyoming while Dad was doing his Antarctic adventures.
I was a junior reporter for the Douglas Wyoming newspaper in the 4th grade. I read the most books during that year in a library club. Books, trees & my siblings were my best friends moving so much.
Since the 1980s, I’ve lived in Colorado with my anthropologist/actor husband who keeps day jobs to put food on the table for us & our 2 rescue cats.
My husband Peter is a fanatical WT (world traveler). He lived all over the world as a youth: in India (working at an Ashram, caring for dying people) for 2 years, Afghanistan for 6 weeks (bunking in a tent with a tribe of horse traders), Iran, Iraq, Germany, France, Scotland, England, etc. He learned in his travels (as I did in mine) that everywhere you go, people are caring, want to help, are eager to learn all about you & share their own stories. There are No strangers in travel!
Due to the generosity of my brother-in-law, Lars-Eric Lindblad, I was able to visit London, Kenya & Tanzania in the 1970s. Those were trips emblazoned in my mind.
I will always be grateful for his & my former in-laws’ generosity.
Peter & I have enjoyed numerous month-long treks together, investigating archaeological sites & eating & drinking in Pubs all over the world–including Scotland, Ireland, Iceland & Germany. We consider Rossdorf to be our second home. His best friend, wife & parents live in that lovely village.
Peter on one of his many visits to England (London here). His mother was born & raised in Hamble Village (S. England). She emigrated to America after WWII, while in her 30s. She married a US Navy pilot. They settled in Virginia to raise their children. Mrs. J always took the kids traveling: to New York City to see shows, to World Fairs, to England. So Peter & I were meant for each other, Travelers!
We’ve also been excited by discoveries in Utah & New Mexico. Peter found a previously unseen petroglyph in New Mexico, verified by archaeologists & Park Rangers. That happened during one of our many trips to visit my parents in NM.
Peter, in his youth, had roles in Zero Mostel’s road show of “Fiddler on the Roof.” Mostel told Peter: “Never give up, kid! You’ve got IT!” He also worked backstage for gifted performers like Jim Nabors, Edyie Gorme & Steve Lawrence. He did guest appearances on two of Dick van Dyke’s “Diagnosis Murder” TV shows. Mr. Van Dyke was a friendly guy. He ate cheese sandwiches with the “bit players” & did soft shoe dances while telling jokes & stories during breaks.
Peter enjoyed working with all the wonderful actors but his most joyful show biz’ job was working with Firesign Theatre comics (David Ossman, Peter Bergman & Phil Proctor) in Ossman/Walcutt’s production of “Oz.” The show was produced to benefit the LA Children’s Museum. Peter did 5 voices for that radio show, with Annette Bening, John Goodman, Michelle Trachtenburg, Phyllis Diller & many other fantastically gifted & friendly folks.
Despite our great happiness in love, travel, acting & poetry, we have never had luck with money. So we live pretty much on the edge of poverty. We joke that we’re starving artists. That’s OK, Dylan Thomas never made a million dollars in his lifetime & neither did Sylvia Plath.
Dixie, Kathi & Bob in one of our many rental homes, with our beloved DeSoto.
I was 8 Bob was 6, Kathi was 3.