Sunday, January 15, 2012

Cartography Pornography - January 15, 2012



Cartography:  car·tog·ra·phy /kärˈtägrəfē/
Noun:   The science or practice of drawing maps.
Synonyms: mapping

I, Vanessa Hahn, am a cartophile. 

Old World Map in my Entryway
I love maps! Maps are intriguing, beguiling, and sexy.  My collection of maps is hung on the walls of my office and at home.  While older maps are my passion, finely crafted modern maps still make me irrationally happy. This passion I have for maps has extended to personalized checks with an old world map motif, journal covers, atlases, and a small collection of globes.  The great thing is that my love for maps is shared by many people. There are museums(1) that cater to people of my ilk.  National Geographic has a neat online application where you can create your own custom maps.

My fascination with maps started when I was a little girl.  My mother married my stepdad Bill.  He didn’t like to stay in the same place for very long.  He is like that to this day.  We moved around a lot during the time they were married.  We lived as far east as Texas, as far north as Washington, as far south as Mexico, and all over the State of California.  My mother and stepdad divorced when I was 9 years old, and we relocated back to my hometown of Santa Maria, California.  The constant state of upheaval inspired both a wanderlust and a desire for permanence.  I saw myself in my own home with a family, but I also saw myself traveling.  It was at this time that my old globe became a focal point.

This globe to the left is the closest
I could find to the globe I had.
We had an old globe that moved around with us.  Back then, I lived in a fantasy world of books and my imagination.  I would twirl the globe around its base, point out my finger to stop it, and wherever my finger landed, that’s where my story would take.  (Honestly, I probably spent a long time spinning the globe WHILE reading some of my books.)  I remember writing a short story in sixth grade where my protagonist was going to travel to France from England to slay the last of the dragons.  I found the ports of Portsmouth and Le Havre on my globe and wrote them into the story as the places where he would take a boat to travel to France. 

I love cartography as well.  I don’t practice any more, but at 8 years old, it was a regular pastime.  I would take a piece of paper and spend hours drawing the shorelines of various land bodies.  I wanted to get the proportions just right so it looked exactly like the image on the globe.  I would incorporate these drawings into my stories, emulating the maps Tolkien created for Lord of the Rings.  I wish I still had copies of these stories. Most have them has not survived into my late 20s.

When my stepdad Bill and mother separated and ultimately divorced, I would receive letters from him that recounted tales of world travel and meeting famous people.  As a child, I believed my dad to be as worldly as Indiana Jones. I would look to see if I could find the city where he lived on my globe or in any of the atlases I had in my school books.  (I later found out that he did not travel to all the places he said he did.) 

Maps will continue to inspire a host of emotions in me.  I will continue to collect them.  I only recently stopped because I told myself that I would not collect any more until I get the two incredible world maps I have rolled up framed and hung.  A special mention should go to David Imus, creator of the award-winning The Essential Geography of the United States of America (article).  Previous winners of the Cartography and Geographic Information Society (CaGIS)’s award have been National Geographic (three times), the Central Intelligence Agency Cartography Center, and the U.S. Census Bureau.  Mr. Imus’ love of maps and over 6,000 hours of work have paid off and hopefully inspired a lot of younger cartographers.  See it here.

1.      1) The Map & Atlas Museum is relatively nearby, and I still haven’t been there.  It’s located at 7825 Fay Ave, Suite LL-A, The Merrill Lynch Building, La Jolla, CA 92037; info@lajollamapmuseum.org.  Jarrod and I are planning a trip.

Monday, January 9, 2012

New Beginnings

I haven't posted anything in a long time. I stopped writing blog posts after I wrote Grandma Jewell's funeral program.  It seems I didn't have much to give.  From the outside in, she was my step grandmother.   She opened her home and her heart to this little curly haired imp when my mother met my step dad Bill when I was two years old.  I didn't get to know her until I was an adult, but she came to mean so much to me.   She advised me when I was going through my divorce. She insisted I deserved better. She lent me money when I felt I had no where to go.  I worked hard not to break her trust.  In 2008, I moved in with her and my Aunt Tina.  I lived with her for more than a year and a half before she passed away.  She told me so many stories about growing up and her views on thing. Her life was a great adventure.

She passed away at the height of my struggle with back pain.  I wasn't there when she needed me.  My visits were infrequent. I had two herniated discs, in physical therapy, with no relief in sight. I was also severely overweight.  I didn't realize I would take her death so hard or that I would feel so guilty. Up until that point, no one I was close to  had died.  My grandfather Manuel passed away in 2009, but we were never close.  Her loss was poignant.  I decided to take a trip to New York City to have an adventure like she did.  It was wonderful, but my pain still consumed my energies.  

In August 2010, I had my back surgery.  My weight loss and surgery have made the pain go away, but my writing never resumed. 

I think about her and how she would have been proud of me.  She was always proud of me, but I know it hurt her to see me overweight.  She would have loved my husband.  She was wickedly clever and so is Jarrod.  They would have been like peas in a pod. I'm sure of it. She would probably make a naughty joke about me finally "getting some." *smiles*

Life has been turbulent these past few months and years, but so exciting.  There have been trials, but my heart is filled with joy and love for my family and friends.   I owe it to my Grandma Jewell and to my family to be half the vibrant woman she was. 

Friday, June 11, 2010

Guatemalan Sinkhole - 2010




Mankind stayed inside because that's where it's safe
The storms can't reach them behind their walls
Nor against the buttresses of their assumed safety
The winds can only flail uselessly against the glass
And the debris merely collect around doorstops and streets
To be pushed away and cleaned in the days to follow
Even when the force intensifies and the windows are shattered
And the walls and foundations crack
They know that they can tear them down
And build them again because they are secure--
Secure that Mother Earth would be there to hold them

And she tried to keep them safe:
She wanted to extend roots to tie her mass together
But they paved over the ground and put up buildings
So no tree nor bush could weave its way down
Her aged skin had formed layers that had
Taken millions and millions of years to harden
But they eroded her with pipes that led to nowhere
And drains that force fed her the soup of uncivilization
She could not shut her doors nor close her windows
She could not turn away from the storm
And she had nowhere to hide from the winds and water

The firmament shook and still they had no inkling
That their Mother Earth was failing
Until finally, under the strain of her burden, she collapsed into herself
She, the practiced magician, who could call forth trees
And could paint the landscape with flowers
She, who defiantly twirled around the sun
And boasted of eons in existence
She could not pull the floor from underneath them
In the simplest tablecloth trick, and keep the buildings intact
Her leprotic flesh, insensate to their touch, crumbled
And their storied heights tumbled into the her depths

Now mankind is afraid of Mother Earth
They who waged war against her entrails
And pumped their filth inside her yielding pores
Disregarding her needs and the soundness of her body
They call her diseased and tremble to pass her
They fear that she will swallow them again
As though she is greedy for the bodies
That will be hers one day anyway -- forever more --
When she only cries out for them to help her

Saturday, May 22, 2010

Find Yourself

When do we stop and say, I deserve more?
When do the chains of the past get broken?
Who are we waiting for to fix it all?

When do we stop crying and find resolve?
When do the wounds close and the scars heal?
Who are we waiting for to make it go away?

There are no knights out there
There are no magicians
There are no lords nor angels

We are the solution
We are the key to our happiness
Find yourself, and you find everything

Monday, March 29, 2010

Eunice Jewell Beck


Today is my Grandma Jewell's funeral. I'm wearing a purple shirt, the light purple strapped watch I bought my grandmother (purple and pink were her favorite colors), some black slacks, and a black sweater. I'm also wearing some of the costume jewelry my aunt gave me after my grandmother passed. It comforts me to know it belonged to my grandmother.

I'm not sure what I'm feeling at the moment. I've used Facebook postings as the vehicle for my all too public grief, but I hope that that grief was seen more as a celebration of the life that my grandmother led. I want to thank each and every one of my friends for allowing me to grieve that way and for posting such nice comments. I know death is usually something we keep wrapped up and deal in our own way, but I wanted to share her because nobody else will ever know her again.

I think about all her travels and all the people she has met. Anyone who ever met her was charmed. She has probably touched SO many lives but they don't know she's gone. I designed a funeral program for my grandmother. It is a 5 inch by 7 inch booklet, and I regret that there were some typos in it, so for that, I beg the family's forgiveness. I want to reproduce the text here in my blog in its entirety.

Eunice Jewell Beck
February 16, 1926 - March 9, 2010


E. Jewell Beck led a life most only dream of having. Loving daughter, sister, Sacred Harp singer, cadet nurse, exceptional wife, mother, grandmother, great grandmother, and great-great grandmother, hospital and nursing home administrator, world traveler, lover of higher education, Red Hat Sister, confidante, and so much more.

CHILDHOOD

E. Jewell Beck was born as Eunice Jewell Bennett in Manchester, Alabama into the loving arms of her father and mother, M.E. and Annie Lou Bennett, on February 16, 1926. Jewell, as she liked to go by, was one of 13 Bennett children. They grew up close to nature and the Lord. She and her siblings helped their parents grow and harvest most of the food they ate, and she was no stranger to hard work.

Jewell loved Sacred Harp singing, a traditional shape note choral music, and often sang with her father. In fact, her first trip out of the State of Alabama was to go to Meridian, Mississippi for Sacred Harp singing with her father.

When Jewell graduated from Curry High School on May 8, 1945, she enlisted in the Cadet Nurse Corps. She traveled to Nashville, Tennessee to begin nurses training. It was her second time out of the state. She graduated in June 1948, with a Nursing Diploma and an Associates Degree in Nursing Science and a desire to see the world.

In 1948, Jewell was engaged to be married to Richard Griffith, and worked as a surgical nurse at Walker County Hospital in Jasper, Alabama. She was married at her parent’s home on December 24, 1948.

MARRIAGE

When Richard was discharged from the Army in 1949, they moved to Los Angeles, California. Their first son, William Emmett Griffith, was born on September 25, 1949.

Three more children followed. Daughter Kathryn was born on February 6, 1953, and son Michael Richard was born on July 23, 1954. Daughter Khrystina was born on February 26, 1957.

Richard became a Los Angeles police officer, while Jewell worked at various hospitals and clinics, including the Los Angeles General Hospital, Rancho Los Amigos Poliomyelitis Respiratory Center, Inglewood, and Huntington Park Children’s Hospital in various nursing positions.

Richard and Jewell moved to the City of Orange and bought their first home there.

While living in Orange, Jewell worked with Dr. Grahm Gilmore for 14 years. She was the go-to person when children were sick or injured in the neighborhood. Richard became a police detective for the City of Orange.

MOTHERHOOD

Jewell was a loving and adventurous mother who was not only interested in but interesting to her four children. Jewell took her children hot air ballooning, vacationing all over the country, including two favorite places Palm Springs and Mexico, took them regularly to the beach, and a rock concert or two.

Jewell’s children characterize her as a tender mother who never raised her voice to them. While sometimes working two jobs, Jewell still found the time to bond with her children, whether it was teaching her daughter Kathy to sew, taking tennis lessons with Tina, scouting with Bill, or baseball with Mike, she always found the time. She even sewed her childrens’ clothing and costumes.

HIGHER EDUCATION

Jewell continuously sought to improve herself through education. Jewell earned her Bachelor of Science Degree in Nursing Science at Long Beach State University in 1971.

In 1976, she earned her Masters Degree in Human Resources Development from Redlands University, California, and in 1978, obtained her Masters in Psychiatric Nursing, and joined the faculty at UCI Medical Center.

WORLD TRAVEL

Jewell was able to visit almost every state in the continental United States. She traveled by plane, automobile, and motor home. But Jewell also had the opportunity to travel the world.

In 1971, Jewell and Richard were recruited to join the staff and crew of Chapman University’s “World Campus Afloat,” an ocean liner that sailed from the west coast of the United States around the world for a semester at sea. Jewell served with a medical team of two nurses, a surgeon, and a dentist in the ship’s hospital on the return home. She often said the Ports of Call were more than she could recall.

In 1979, Richard died following a long illness with cancer.

In 1979, Jewell was granted a sabbatical and went with a group of psychiatric nurses and physicians to Russia to observe psychiatric practices there. They were given guided tours of Moscow, the Red Square, the Kremlin, Ibilisi, Yerevan, Azerbaijan, Baku, Kiev, and Leningrad.

In 1980, Jewell traveled to visit her sister Ann and her husband Sergeant Major J.W. Frye in Germany, and they traveled around Europe for two weeks.

In 1982, Jewell went to China with a medical group to witness acupuncture, herbal medicine, and a close up observation of the “barefoot doctors” of inland China. She walked the Great Wall of China, and traveled to Shanghai, Peking, Hong Kong, the Philippines, and the Hawaiian Islands before returning home.

In 1983, Jewell went to Kenya, Africa, with a group of nurses to tour hospitals, and flew with flying bush doctors to remote areas of Kenya, often witnesses both modern and primitive medical practices.

In 2002, Jewell once again traveled to England, France, Ireland and other places in Europe with her Red Hat Sister, Ruby.

RED HAT SOCIETY

Jewell joined the Red Hat Society in 2001. The Red Hat Sisters say, “We are the women in the red and pink hats. We are the ones enjoying life to the fullest, no matter where we are or what we are doing! We are the mothers, daughters and grandmothers of society. Some may ask, ‘What do you do?’ The answer is... We do exactly what we wish to do.” Jewell lived every word of that saying. While in the Red Hat Society, she walked in parades, traveled to various cities and locales in Southern California, participated in social functions, and loved her Red Hat Sisters.

REMARRIAGE

In 1986, Jewell met Kenneth R. Beck, the widowed father of two young physicians. She retired and married Ken on January 7, 1987. Ken was a Retired Marine Corps Pilot who served in World War II, Korea, and Vietnam.

Jewell sold her house and moved in with Ken in a house in the North Tustin area of Orange County. In 14 years, they rarely spent a day apart. He was with Flying Tiger Airlines for 12 years, and then became the Executive Pilot for the Owner/Publisher of Knight-Rider News Service/Long Beach Press Telegram. Jewell accompanied Ken on many of his flights, and was his co-pilot both in and out of the skies.

SURVIVED BY

Jewell is survived by siblings Dorothy Burgett, Pearl West, George H. Bennett, Orby Bennett, LaJoy Tubbs, Arnold Bennett, Ann Frye, and Ruth Walker; her children William Griffith, Kathryn Swanson, Michael Griffith, Khrystina Cothern; stepchildren Walt and Keith Beck; grandchildren Alicia Gervin, Brandy Moreno, Michael Beck, Robert Beck, Joshua Beck, Mary Beth Beck, Jennifer Beck, Lisbeth Ramirez, Julian Payan, Vanessa Serna, Christopher Cothern, Ruby Griffith, and Richard Swanson; great-grandchildren Michael Vander Tuig, John Gervin, Ashley Gervin, Andrew Vander Tuig, Robert Gervin, James Gervin, Joshua Vander Tuig, Lynzee Vander Tuig, Lenthonio Ramirez, Micael Serna, Eleazar Serna, Isabella Beck, Sophie Beck, Kenneth Beck, Daniel Moreno, Joseph Moreno, Milagros De Dios, and Jewelie Moreno; and great-great grandchild Cali Jewell Vander Tuig.