My 16-year-old son has had severe headaches for several weeks with no known cause.
Last Monday, after trying other tests and a variety of increasingly strong pain killer
drugs, we went in for an MRI (scan of
Paul’s brain). We did not expect to find anything but unfortunately an unidentified mass
showed up. Our family has been experiencing a wild medical adventure since
those results came back.
I am writing from Lucille Packard Children’s Hospital
in Palo Alto, California, where we have been since Thursday morning. World-class medical
excellence aside, Packard is a marvelous place for kids, sick or well. The walls are covered
with colorful and interesting art (both originals created to illustrate well-known children’s books and traditional works from many cultures), there are videos on demand, a computer game
room, small and large indoor and outdoor play areas. Our family used Packard hospital for the
first time just after Paul was born in 1998, after this hospital opened. Packard
hospital has continued to grow and (from the large areas now covered with white plastic
sheeting from which construction sounds) growth continues today.
The day before his surgery, we checked in to Packard and Paul’s grandparents visited. Paul
spent the evening (between medical tests) dragging his grandmother to the game room and
watching “Spiderman 3” and “Indiana Jones and the Kingdom of the Crystal Skull” on the
monitor over his bed. Since Friday morning’s surgery to collect a brain tissue sample,
Paul has mostly been asleep. He moved out of the ICU (Intensive Care Unit) onto a
regular double room this afternoon. We are waiting for more test results to come back (some
are not due until Monday, others in a week). So far, it does not seem to be a tumor or infection
but we still don’t know for sure what the problem is. The surgeon said that the headaches
and whatever-it-is in his brain may or may not be related.
Thank you to everyone!
This has been a stressful and frightening experience but we have been wonderfully
well supported by our family, friends, and community. Our friend Susan has run emergency
errands, and three different families have offered their homes near the hospital in case
we need a place to stay. The pastoral care team from St. Andrew’s Episcopal Church is helping
us get our second car driven home. St. Andrew’s prayer shawl ministry presented Paul
with a beautiful and soft hand-knitted olive-rust-and-navy small blanket to keep him company
in his hospital bed. Our parish priests and St. Andrew’s Youth Group leader have all
visited and prayed with us. We feel very well cared for both in terms of medical support and
prayers and good wishes. We can almost feel the hands of God surrounding and protecting us.
Paul got out of bed, changed into his own pajamas, sat in a chair then ate three
grape popsicles for the first time just now. Praise God from whom all blessings flow!
My brothers and I are working out an equitable and peaceable way to distribute family stuff. Unfortunately, we are the descendants of many generations of craft workers, artists, and collectors, so there are a great many things to be considered: furniture carved by our Mother‘s Grandmother, mirrors and stained glass created by our Mother‘s Grandfather, our Father’s Grandfather’s iron train set, our Father’s Mother’s painted set of cider mugs with matching pitcher, paintings and drawings by our Mother, etc.
Having seen several excellent examples of nasty, greedy, and predatory behavior during estate distributions, we are seeking a better way to bestow heirlooms fairly. Our motivation comes from growing up during a family fight over an estate that started in 1990 and lasted for more than ten years; the quarrel about which descendant got what eventually outlasted the lifetime of the original executor. We hope to avoid that experience in our generation. As our Father says: “I would rather burn it than fight about it.”
I am writing this out because when I searched the web for a good example, a property distribution process to model ours on, everything I found seemed to be associated with contentious divorces. I did not find any models in which the parties were assumed to be on speaking terms. My brothers and I each want some family stuff but we also want to preserve our good relationship more than we want any particular thing. I hope that the system we have developed over the last six years will be of use to other families who share our values.
Our parents are both living and have very generously and foresightedly agreed to distribute a selection of their family possessions in advance of their passing (which we hope will be many years in the future). My brothers and I have been in this distribution process for the last six years and have already sorted out who gets which of the larger pieces of furniture. In addition to getting a family chore done, we are learning more about each other and getting closer through these discussions. In this context “distribute” means transferring ownership but not necessarily the objects themselves. For example, my parents dining room table was given to me several years ago in one of our distributions; however, my parents will continue to use the table for their lifetimes.
At first, the distribution lists were annual and small, with just three or four heirlooms going to each of us. The distribution we are discussing now is our most ambitious, with fifty-four heirlooms to be sorted into three groups of eighteen. Here is an overview of the process we originally used:
Our parents make a list of heirlooms for us to consider and distribute. Usually, this means my having several discussions with our Mother since I live closest. One of my brothers lives at the other end of California and the other lives across the country, in Massachusetts.
My brothers and I ask questions – how big is it? what condition is it in? where did it come from – is there any special meaning to it? Sometimes pictures are distributed.
My brothers and I check with our spouses to collect their opinions.
My brothers and I have a three-way phone call during which we decide who gets what. The call is only between the three of us, no spouses or parents.
I tell our Mother what we decided in our call.
Our Mother writes each of us a letter giving us the items.
With so many more items to distribute this time, it has been harder to come to a decision. Our Mother sent us a list in August we are still discussing. We had not seen many of the items, so the whole family took a house tour when my brothers visited during Christmas. We walked around the house we grew up in and asked our Mother to point to each item on her list. Last Saturday, my brothers and I had a preliminary phone call.
We discussed what “family furniture” meant to us. If our Mother bought it, does that still count as “family”? When our Great Grandparents’ early Victorian house on Circle Park in Knoxville, Tennessee, was torn down in 1964, our Grandmother removed the front doors. Eventually our Mother had the doors installed on her house in San Francisco. Are those antique doors “family furniture”?
My brothers asked me to sort the fifty four items into three groups prior to our next call. I decided to ignore the potential market value of the items and focus on three important categories: size, history, and who actually wants the thing. I created three groups of 18 items with roughly the same number of things in each of these categories in each group:
Size:Small (antique toys, table clocks, the Cherokee hunting bow, the cider set), Medium (side tables, small chairs, stained glass panels and mirrors, our Great Grandfather’s glass case of stuffed birds), and Large (the front doors, our Father’s white leather arm chair, an 8′ tall hall mirror in a gold plaster frame, a huge wooden ice box, a set of balloon back chairs with seat cushions embroidered by our Great Grandmother).
Special Family Origin: anything made by a family member, the bannister from the Circle Park house, our Great Grandmother’s wicker rocking chair, etc.
Desireability: Anything that more than one of us expressed interest in during the preliminary phone call.
I sent the sorted groups to my brothers with the following proposed process:
Step 1 – Before the Meeting – Review the groups, ask questions, talk with spouses, say if there are one or two “heart’s desire” items
Step 2 – During the Meeting – Each of us picks a group (1, 2 or 3)
Step 3 – Accept / acknowledge conditions to replace installed items (such as the front doors)
Step 4 – Discuss trades. Other than trades, the group is distributed intact, where and as is.
I am curious to see how well this sorting worked and whether the distribution discussion goes better as a result.
Note: None of the items pictured are for sale. I do not provide pricing or sales advice for similar items. Please do not ask.
Images Copyright 2008-2016 by Katy Dickinson
13 June 2016: Images retaken and reposted, note added. 4 Feb 2021: photo links updated.
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We had a pleasant Christmas at home with family this year. My parents adopted two young Siamese cats. My daughter Jessica came home from Carnegie Mellon University for three weeks. My two brothers and their families visited for almost a week. We drove north to San Francisco several times: to sing Christmas carols on the cable car and see the city lights, go to the Great Dickens Christmas Fair, gather for a family dinner at the Beach Chalet, and just visit.
We hosted three parties (Christmas, Jessica’s 20th birthday, and New Year’s). Unfortunately, our family photo server got sick and eventually died, so I am just now able to post this blog entry…
St. Andrew’s Episcopal Church had a children’s Christmas pagent, and the craft fundraiser for SAMA (St.
Andrew’s Medical Assistance). Sun Labs held its Holiday Cookie Exchange (to which John Plocher sent his famous peanut butter K Bars).
On our evening walks around our Willow Glen neighborhood, John and I admired the Christmas lights. One neighbor programmed a wonderful yard display that lit up different parts of their house as well as trees, bushes, and figures (candy canes, a seal, snowman, bear, and igloo) exactly timed to the movements of Christmas tunes. My favorite music was the Vince Guaraldi theme from “A Charlie Brown Christmas”. John and I stood in the rain the hear it twice.
We finally finished glazing and firing all of the ceramics we brought home from camp in August, including three tea cups by Jessica. My best Christmas present was one of a set of three beautiful and
well crafted ceramic cups my son Paul made at school: one each for John, Jessica, and me.
Borte and Khan
Laura and Borte
19 Dec JMRI Hearing, Federal Court
Sun Labs Cookie Exchange
sheep practice
angel practice
St. Andrew’s cross
St. Andrew’s pagent
St. Andrew’s children’s pagent
SAMA craft sale
SAMA craft sale
Cuthbert’s Tea Shoppe
Dickens Fair
Pirates of Penzance
Dickens Fair
Ladies’ Oratorical & Recreational
Society at Mad Sal’s, Dickens Fair
SF Cable Car Carols
Seeing the SF Hyatt’s decorations
Jessica and Paul
Hyatt lights, elevators
decorating our tree
giving tree advice
Jessica, Paul, tree
Willow Glen lights
Paul’s mugs
Jessica’s mugs
Jessica’s 20th
Images Copyright 2008 by Katy Dickinson and John Plocher
My soon-to-be-20-year-old daughter Jessica is in her second (Sophomore) year
at Carnegie Mellon University in Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania. She is majoring
in Political Science with minors in Music and Computer Science.
We have been giving her Sun clothes and giveaways all of her life.
For Halloween last month, Jessica put it all together in a costume:
she dressed up as OpenSolaris,
complete with blue hair. For pictures, see her blog:
FeelingElephants. She is coming home for Thanksgiving in
less than two weeks – hooray! Here we are together at the airport
after attending the
Grace Hopper Celebration of Women in Computing together last month.
I am still decorating the inside of WP668,
our backyard caboose. The last big piece of furniture, the
Victorian fainting couch, is still not finished. Below are pictures of
some of the art currently inside. Two of the artists are in my family: Eleanor
Creekmore Dickinson is my Mother, and
Evelyn Van Gilder Creekmore was my Grandmother. Elkmont
is where our family cabin was in the Great Smoky Mountains, near
Knoxville, Tennessee. Some of the furniture in WP668 was hand carved by
my Great-Grandmother, Ellen Bolli Van Gilder.
My 16-year-old son Paul is taking Ceramics class at Paly (Palo Alto High School). He has recently started to work with glass as well as clay. Paul is looking forward to taking a full year of glass blowing next year. For now, he is enjoying learning to work with rod glass. Each piece has to cool for 24 hours; sometimes the colors change unexpectedly during cooling. I have a feeling we are all getting small glass flowers, leaves, and mushrooms for Christmas presents this year.
My husband, John Plocher, was laid off yesterday from Sun. We will be packing up his office on the 3rd floor of Menlo Park 17 this morning if you want to come by and say goodbye to him. You can read John’s farewell blog and other information. Anyone looking to hire a very experienced senior software and systems architect and developer with solid experience in 6 Sigma program management and open source development process design, please contact John. He is smart, personable, and has a wicked sense of humor. This is an entirely objective analysis, of course!
I am still working at Sun – business as usual for all of my programs.