Looking for F. Scott Fitzgerald's home in Encino
Good Morning, God!
This morning Suz will drive me down to the airport for my trip home. I have had my heart and mind stuffed FULL of experiences and I am so thankful, God! Thankful for daughters and grandsons and son’s in law. Thankful for being able to enter into their lives — for their willingness to share.
Being a mother never ends. It morphs, though. At times, I become the child — as Suz urges me to SIT UP STRAIGHT! DON’T HUNCH OVER! I smile and I do “Sit up Straight.” In the past I might have gotten irritated. But, now I realize that when Suz looks at me — she is seeing her future — and she wants it to look good!
Such a responsibility, God, being a Good Role Model! I’m glad it took me so long to realize it. And, I’m glad that we CAN learn from a bad example. Still, we seem designed to “imprint” on our parents. That is humbling . . . and a bit scary.
Perhaps, that’s why it is such a lovely thing when offspring find other role models and heroes. Suz is a writer and has rediscovered F. Scott Fitzgerald. She loved the book Against the Current: As I Remember F. Scott Fitzgerald written by his secretary.
In reading the book, Suz learned that Fitzgerald had lived at 5521 Amestoy St. in Encino. So, yesterday afternoon we set out on a “pilgrimage” to see where he had lived for about two years near the end of his life. Alas, God, there is now a freeway where the house was. Still, Suz and I stood there, close — looking up at some tall trees and thinking how Fitzgerald had seen those same trees. It was a bittersweet moment. One I feel good about sharing with her.
Story teller,
A Moment with God 
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