It's been ten months since my surgery forced me to stop blogging, and for one reason and another I have found it difficult to get back into the groove. But I decided that the time was right, and read through our last blogs to see where I was on our journey together.
It was 1981 and we had moved from the vineyard in Selma to Yosemite Lakes Park and I had started my road to recovery.
1982 has to go down as one of those Great years. No financial worries. A beautiful home. Making a ton of new friends. Plenty of time to play golf and enjoy having Gordon and Irene living close.
We had the first of many visits from my British relatives - my cousin Gwyneth and husband Oscar came from Greater Manchester, England and stayed a month. Dick was involved with running the ranches, so I acted as tour guide with great visits to the Big Trees, Yosemite, Napa Valley, San Francisco, all up and down the coast and one great trip with Gordon and Irene along to Lake Tahoe where we rented a cabin for a few days. We took Suzanne, Becky and Marie to the Clovis Rodeo - do you guys remember that?
We had Christmas at our house on the hill and it's lovely to look at the photos and see Bill and Frances and their family, Louise and her family and our family of six great grandkids.
There were no AA meetings close so I would go down into Fresno for my meetings. But I decided to start a group at Yosemite Lakes, and posted notices around the Park. I sat with my pot of coffee, and the "Big Book" waiting for comers. Nobody the first week, one lady the second and one man the third. It was suggested that people might not be comfortable coming to a home, so I approached the management and they allowed me the use of the little pro shop one night a week. By the time we left Yosemite Lakes Park, we had a solid group of about a dozen people.
We all end up with some major accomplishments in our lives - this stands as the highlight of mine.
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