pepsi, ketchup & swapping flags

My father passed away when I was just two years old.  Melvin Mankin was only 29 when he died.  Mom & her two sons carried on without him.  Mom remarried years later, and my brother Phil came along after that.  We had occasional contact with the Mankin side of the family, but they were all in Brooklyn, New York, and we were at the New Jersey shore town of Lakewood.  I knew of my cousin Barbara, and that I had some aunts and an Uncle on the Mankin side, but I rarely saw them, and never really knew who was who on my father’s side.

At one point in my youth, I asked my mother the Mankin’s country of origin.  I knew my mother’s family came to Ellis Island from Lithuania.  She told me that the Mankins were Polish.  Honestly, it was so long ago, I’m not sure if she professed to know for sure, or that she merely assumed their Polish heritage, but she definitely told me that I was half Polish.

A few months ago, I received a voice message from Meryl Turco.  Merly is my cousin –a 1^st cousin on my father’s side!  She is my Aunt Marion’s daughter.  I called her back and we spoke for over an hour.  I had made the presumption that there was no one on the planet who knew my father and could tell me about him.  I have so many unanswered questions regarding my dad.  Suddenly, I had a resource!  She is more than a dozen years older than me, and remembers my father vividly.  He much preferred Pepsi over Coke – me too.  He was a ketchup fiend – me too.  He loved to tinker with things – me too.

A few months had passed, and I received a phone call from my cousin Barbara – my Aunt Ruth’s daughter.   She was putting together a Mankin cousins reunion.  This reunion was held this past weekend, and my family and I drove to New Jersey to meet and spend time with newly rediscovered family.  I know so much more about the Mankins now.  Here’s one – we are NOT Polish.  We are Romanian!  My great-grandmother, Rebecca Goldstein, came to the US from Bucharest in 1888.

My kids have the last name of Mankin.  We now have some stories to share with them about their heritage.  Romania – I think I’ll go listen to some Enesco.  I just may hear something I’ve never heard before.

undercover dinner

Peter has always had a very narrow diet.  There are a few staple foods he would always eat, but so many that he should, and simply would not.  In recent months, Peter has added to his ‘repertoire’, and will even ask for items such as a hot dog or a chicken sandwich.

Last evening, Peter asked for a chicken sandwich for dinner.  It was prepared as always, and cut up into six wedges.  In keeping with his wily mood, he looked at the sandwich a few times, but ran away from the dining room table, laughing & being rather defiant.  Nothing new for this little guy, but he did something different this time.  On a return trip from the kitchen to see if Peter had finally started to eat his dinner, I discovered that his sandwich… and the plate on which it sat were gone.  A quick inspection of the dining room & living area uncovered the sandwich and plate… hiding under a blanket on the living room sofa!

Moral:  You can lead a horse to water, but he may hide the river in his stable if he’s feeling goofy.

blueberries!

Last fall, I took the kids raspberry picking.  They had such a blast, we went apple picking a few weeks later.  Since they continued to talk about it all winter long, we have been waiting in the wings for mother nature to bring forth more pick-your-own crops.  Strawberries were in season a few weeks ago, so we all squished our way through the rain-soaked strawberry fields.  Yesterday was prime blueberry picking season, so off we went to the farm once again.  The blueberries were huge, and the ones allowed to reach full ripeness on the bush are amazingly sweet.

This morning we had blueberry pancakes for breakfast, Emma & Kathy baked banana blueberry bread, and the rest of the harvest was packed into a fabulous blueberry pie!  Blackberries are right around the corner… we’ll be there!

dragon joe

To a half million vets & Harley riders who participated in yesterday’s Rolling Thunder event, Joe Lozano is “Dragon Joe”.  Joe is a Viet Nam veteran, and travels these days from Georgia each May to participate in Rolling Thunder.  His wife, Mee owns & rides her own Harley Davidson motorcycle as well, and is a veteran of the US Army and of Rolling Thunder.

To us, Joe & Mee are also our former neighbors from our first apartment, and we try to see them each year after the Rolling Thunder events have wound down.  We met them and several of their military brothers at an old favorite restaurant – Magic Wok in Springfield, Va.  We even saw our original waiter from the 1990s there.  He remembered all of us.  It was a great reunion!

There are a half million brothers & sisters of Dragon & Mee in town, and we salute them all with gratitude.  Thank you for your service & sacrifice.

David, Mee, Joe & Kathy

Sam – Rest In Peace

1994 – 2009

a great knight

Good friends and neighbors had an extra ticket available for last evening’s game between the Washington Nationals & The Florida Marlins.  I was invited, and gladly accepted.  The seats were right behind home plate – couldn’t ask for a better vantage point to watch a game.

I noticed that seated just a behind us was a familiar face.  It was 1986 World Series MVP Ray Knight.  He was the 3rd baseman for the New York Mets that year.  Met fans have the image of Knight crossing the plate after the infamous Mookie Wilson to Bill Buckner ground ball forever in their mind’s eye.  OK – it wasn’t a crazy coincidence that he was at the game… he does the post-game wrapup show for the cable broadcasts of the Nats games.  Still, there was a sports hero of mine just a few yards away.

I was (naturally) wearing my blue & orange Mets jacket.  Between innings, I stood up, gestured to him (as my friend yelled “RAY!”) and he looked my way.  When he spotted my wave, I tapped on the big Mets logo on my chest, and gave him a big thumbs up.  He smiled, nudged his fellow broadcaster Johnny Holliday to get him to look over as well.  He returned the thumbs up, put down his scorecard & clapped, winked and nodded approvingly.

In today’s age of athletes and their multi-million dollar salaries & egos, it was terrific to be able to extend a greeting to a baseball superstar and have it humbly returned with genuine appreciation. Class.

Very special thanks to Jeff, Kristi, Jeremy & Alena.  What a great evening!

autism meets coffee in korean article

Important elements of my world came together in this great article I found in a Korean newspaper web site.

Disabled baristas brew self-esteem

It could have been any typical Seoul coffee shop scene last Tuesday afternoon, as Lee Eun-jin, 31, brought a hot cafe latte to a customer seated at a table.

“Enjoy your coffee, ma’am,” Lee said smiling.

However, this cafe was actually just a mock-up in a small studio apartment in Seocho-dong, southern Seoul, and the customer was actually her teacher. Lee was participating in a simulation as part of a barista training program for women with developmental disabilities.

The Ministry of Gender Equality began the free 10-week program in October in a bid to help the disabled become more independent. Ten women with disabilities, including Lee, are currently participating in the program three times a week.

Lee was introduced to the program by the Seoul Community Rehabilitation Center. Since graduating from high school, Lee had spent most of her time cooped up at home, with a radio as her only friend. However after beginning the barista course, she has turned over a new leaf.

As well as learning some practical skills, Lee has thrown off her shyness and become more expressive than ever. As she starts talking about coffee, her eyes begin to twinkle. Lee is now focusing on her new dream – to run a small coffee shop of her own with her mom.

Like any other able-bodied folks, disabled people also harbor simple desires to have a job, stand on their own feet and socialize with others. However, due to strong prejudices and barriers, education and job opportunities remain elusive.

For Moon Ga-eun, an 18-year-old with Down syndrome, the coffee making process – from grinding the coffee beans to brewing the drink to a customer’s taste – proved a big challenge. After repeated trial and error, however, Moon has gradually taken to the process. When making coffee, Moon focuses her all attention on what she’s doing.

“Though they are slow due to their physical handicaps, if enough time and attention is paid, the disabled are also capable of doing a job which they find interesting,” said Hwang Myung-hyun, a director of the Seoul Community Rehabilitation Center who is in charge of the program.

A job also serves as a window through which the disabled can communicate with the world. Bae Ji-eun, a 23-year-old with autism, is clumsy when it comes to communicating with others and keeps silent most of the time. After watching last year’s hit Korean drama “Coffee Prince,” however, her interest grew in the duties of a barista.

Having joined the barista training program, Bae is now able to make 10 different kinds of coffee. She recently passed the Korea Coffee Education Society written exam to become a qualified barista, and is now busy preparing for the upcoming practical test.

Bae’s once-expressionless face now wears a big smile.

Lee Eun-jin, left, and Moon Ga-eun, showcase their coffee-making skills in a barista training program for disabled people.By Park Jong-keu

By Kim Eun-ha JoongAng Ilbo

look what arrived in our mailbox today!

Emma receives an award in 4th grade today!

Way to go, Emma!  We’re very proud of you.

another fall classic – apple picking

Peter selects a fresh apple

Only an hour west of Washington puts one in apple picking country.  Macintosh, Fuji, you name it – they grow it… and you can pick it yourself.  The kids had a great time wandering through the orchard and picking out tonight’s dessert (fresh apple pie!).

I suspect this fall is filled with firsts of many – we will definitely go berry & apple picking again, year after year!

a berry nice day

Peter Picks Raspberries

The summer heat has yielded to cooler fall temperatures.  There wasn’t a cloud in the sky this morning.  Kathy came up with an idea for a family activity.  “Let’s go berry picking”.  She researched some farms that allow you to pick your own fruit & vegetables.  She found a farm in Deleplane, Virginia called Hollin Farm.  We drove 50 miles west of Washington.  The Interstate highway led us to a State highway.  Next was a county road, and finally a dirt road which was pitted from tractor use.  As we entered the farm property, we passed a field of cows and pigs.  Already, the kids were excited.  Once we parked, we immediately walked back to the pig pen so Peter & Emma could see & hear them up close.  In case you don’t know this, pigs are dirty, loud, and don’t smell all that great!  We then passed a

Emma Collects Some Red Beauties

family that had just come from the berry patch.  I have never seen such beautiful raspberries before.  We grabbed a few containers & headed directly for the raspberry patch.  Peter and Emma were both captivated.  Peter diligently picked ripe berries & gently placed them in our baskets.

Emma Enjoys A Fresh Carrot

Once we collected our share of berries, Kathy & Emma picked some tomatoes and peppers.  I found some nice cucumbers, but Emma & I really had a ball getting the freshest carrots in the world.  We had to find them (not so easy, actually – one must spot the appropriate greenery, grab a shovel… and dig!)

Tonight’s dinner included some fabulous carrots, and was followed by an amazing fruit salad, featuring vine-ripened, super-fresh raspberries!