Grandpa Charley and Mackenzie do Ecuador                                                  

                                                                                      

From June 8 to June 20, 2013 my granddaughter, Mackenzie Mallon, and I experienced a trip to Ecuador with tour operator, Exoticca. 

After a long plane ride from Denver and a night in Quito we woke up to join our group for a tour around the old colonial center of the impressive and very clean capital city of Quito.

                                                                                      

That afternoon we took a long bus ride over the high Andes to reach our resort in the Amazon jungle. Mackenzie is pointing out the high spot on that road, 4063 meters (13,327 feet), much higher than any paved road in the USA.

                                                  

                                                                    

                                                                       

                         

We learned many important jungle survival skills like eating, using a blowgun, mud cosmetics, all weather trekking and river bathing.

We were also privileged to visit a nearby indigenous village and share in their welcoming ceremony. Yes, with a little encouragement, we all got up and danced.  

Returning to Quito, we visited "La Mitad del Mundo", a monument celebrating where 18th Century French geologist marked as the exact line between the Northern and Southern Hemispheres. Unfortunately they were slightly off.

                                                                                   

We also visited the famous Otavalo Indigenous Market where Mackenzie's father and I had visited 26 years earlier.

Next stop was the Island of San Cristobal in the Galapagos.                                                       

We took a cooking class and learned how to make ceviche

And we ate a lot of mariscos.

                                             
                              

                                                

Of course we saw the tortoises.    

                                                  

                                               

                   And snorkeling,                 

But all too soon we had to fly back to the mainland.

                              

                                                             

               

Along the malecon and tropical garden in front of our hotel in Guayaquil.

Our tour guide for the Guayas Estuary, marine biologist , Fernando

Learning about tides, birds and bottle nosed dolphins.

End of a wonderful trip to the Andes, Amazon, Galapagos Islands and the Pacific Coast in Ecuador.

My Niece Aleksandra Mallon's Wedding October 3, 2021

 My comments at the reception

First, I want to say that I am honored that my niece, Aleksandra, ask me to represent her father, my brother, here today.

 

My brother Tim died almost 2 years ago in November from something the doctors called Mantle Cell Lymphoma (they were never sure), but those that knew him well think that it might have been from a broken heart. Our mother Zelma, with whom he was very close had died a few years before and his best friend, our sister Jennifer, had passed away 6 months earlier.

 

For most of his life Tim was an outwardly happy person with lots of friends and interests. We grew up in the Los Angeles suburb of Monterey Park. Later Tim attended Washington State University where he was the manager of the school football team. From there he moved to Seattle where he lived for most of his years as an adult. During his life he held a variety of interesting jobs, from United Airlines Cabin Attendant to pizza store owner and even as a CPA tax accountant. Through it all, he always had a “I’ll do it my way” attitude.

 

For the last 10 years of his life he moved to San Diego, where our sister lived and where our mother had gone after our father died. In his later years Tim seemed to shut down and withdraw from old friends and activity. No one was ever sure why.

One thing that was always a bright spot for Tim was his daughter Sasha. For years every conversation with him would somehow be turned into something about her. It was the great lament of his life that she grew up so far from him.

 

When she was very young, he worked hard to build and maintain a relationship with her across the miles. As she got older, he arranged to bring her out to the west coast to develop connections with the rest of our family in California. Our mother had an especially close relationship with her.

 

As Sasha grew older, she herself initiated many of her own visits. She came to San Diego to attend significant birthdays and family events. She traveled to Michigan, sometimes with her father, to meet her Grandmother Mallon’s family there. She also visited me and her cousin Tim in Boulder, Colorado. Additionally, she, and for a while now with Alex, has gone up to Massachusetts to spend holidays and vacations with her cousins, my daughter Kerry’s family. In short, Sasha has put a great deal of effort into being an active and integrated member of the extended Mallon family. I sometimes think she has a better grasp on who is related to whom and how in the family than I do.

Now back to the present.

Welcome Alex to the Family Clan, as in marriage, “For Better or for Worse”. Having gotten to know you, I’m delighted to have you on board.

 

You have shared with me that you told Tim, even before you had said it to her, that you loved Sasha, and that he gave his blessing for your marriage.

 

I am confident in sharing with all here, that this would have been the second happiest day of my brother Tim’s life.

 

The happiest day was the day that his daughter, Aleksandra, was born.

                                                  Mr. and Mrs. Sasha and Sasha Krueger

Timothy Lawrence Mallon- July 8, 1948 - November 12, 2019                         My brother and how I remember him

My younger brother Timothy died yesterday, Tuesday, November 12, 2019 in San Diego.

Although the doctors think is was from a disease called Mantle Cell Lymphoma (they were never sure), those that knew him well think that it might have been from a broken heart.

Timothy Lawrence Mallon in 1970. He was 18
and had beautiful blue eyes.

His best friend, our sister Jennifer, passed away in May of this year and our mother Zelma, with whom he was also very close, died in October of 2012. As he lived a very solitary life for most of the past 30 years, especially since he moved from Seattle to San Diego approximately 10 years ago, he was left with no one near to him that he was particularly close to. His only child, Sasha, was with him at the end, but she grew up on the East Coast and has her life centered there.

One of my first memories overall, and of Tim in particular, was once when he was about 2 ½, our mother had somehow left the front door open on a sunny day. Naked little Tim bolted out of the door and started waddling down the sidewalk. In many ways this “doing-it-his-way-attitude” never changed. My brother was a lot like our father Lawrence in that way, in fact, the whole family would often refer to Tim as “Little Larry”.

Tim was often loud, boisterous, teasing and fun. He was a joyful child with a lot of friends, many of whom he had stayed in contact with for most of his life. He was on the wrestling team in high School and we would often clear out the furniture in a room and wrestle, even into our 30's. I was bigger, so usually won. However, occasionally Tim would get me into a painful hold that I could not get out of and this, for him I believe, was worth all the losses.

Tim being loud, boisterous, teasing and fun with our cousin
Cheryl Middleton.

When I think back upon my relationship with Tim, I realize that we were never as intimate as brothers might be. For some reason, from the time we were little, he maintained a distance between us, seldom confiding anything and always keeping our relationship at arm’s length. We did argue quite a bit when we were young and I wasn’t always the good big brother I should have been. But, although we were never “close”, we did have a deep understanding from having grown up together and so I believe we always remained friends. Our relationship did, however, warm in the past several years.

He held many jobs including product sales rep, United Airlines Cabin Attendant, Morgan Stanley Stock Broker, real estate sales, CPA, Turbo Tax Consultant and race track usher.. He even tried his hand at owning a pizza restaurant. One strange thing was always true however, he could never abide working for someone else when they made money from his efforts. As unreasonable as this may seem, he was never able to resolve it. 

Tim had his share of oddities, and this problem with working for others was just one of them. Jennifer and I would often comment upon how Tim “always knew better” than others. He was often an enigma that we struggled to understand.

Tim was married twice. The first time to a lovely woman. Unfortunately, that relationship did not last. I never understood why, and Tim never gave much of a reason, at least not to me. His second marriage was to a complex woman with whom he had his daughter Sasha. They were also divorced after a couple of years.

Tim aged 5 in 1953

In trying to assess my feelings about my brother’s death, I feel sadness in that the “Circle of Life,” that he mentioned to me several times in the days before his death, has fully manifested itself in our lives. My parents and both of my siblings are now gone. They have already, and I will someday soon, move on to be replaced by our own children and grandchildren, as they in turn move up another rung on the generational ladder.

This is the condition of existence that we are all born into. I believe the proper way to feel about it is that "we are extremely privileged to be able to experience the gift of life and the beauty it offers”.

So, Tim, farewell. I hope you have found the place in an afterworld with Jennifer and our parents that you spoke of. Your journey here is over and the next one has begun.

Remembering my sister Jennifer-

I was told this morning that she passed away last night.

Me, our mother Zelma, Jennifer and Tim

on Mom's 75th birthday, July 16, 1991.

It was always “Jennifer”, as our mother insisted that we not call her Jen or Jenny or anything else, always Jennifer.

As I remember it-

It was either 1969 or 1970 and the family was living in Monterey Park, near Los Angeles. At 18, Jennifer had just returned from a school trip to Europe where she had felt unnaturally fatigued and had also noticed a lump on her neck. Our mother had taken her to the doctor’s for testing, and on a Friday afternoon they went back to review the results. They were told that the tests showed that Jennifer had something called “Hodgkin’s Disease”. The doctor told her that he did not know much about this condition, but that he had made an appointment for her at White Memorial Hospital the following Monday where they had specialists that could better discuss treatment options. Upon returning home from the doctor’s office that Friday, Jennifer rushed upstairs to look up the disorder in an old encyclopedia set we had. The article she found (this was before Google) described Hodgkin’s Disease as a cancer of the lymph nodes that was often fatal.

That was a long weekend for all of us.

Things, however, improved greatly when she met with the doctors at White Memorial. She was told that there had been great improvements recently in the treatment of her illness. The physicians believed that they had caught it early enough and that with cobalt treatments, https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cobalt_therapy , she could expect to live close to a normal life.

What joy!!!

But this then treatment was not without consequences. While she was undergoing the therapy, she became rundown, lost weight and much of her hair (which grew back curly). Long term effects were loss of fat and muscle cells in her torso and, later, heart, lung and artery deterioration. The pain and discomfort from the latter became so acute that towards the end, life for her was no longer worth the suffering.

But she was gifted with an additional 50 years of life!

And, she made it count. Jennifer graduated from San Diego State University with a teaching degree and later picked up her masters. She decided to stay in the area and eventually our mother and brother Tim followed her there. 

Don and Jennifer at Don's Navy retirement.               

She met and married the love of her life, Don Muehlbach (who I believe told her that he would marry her the first time that they met). She had a long career as a primary school teacher, later specializing in reading development. She always had a close relationship with our brother Tim, who would show her his love by tormenting her. She also had a special relationship with my children, Tim and Kerry. The precious sweaters she knitted for their little girls will remain in the family for generations as heirlooms. She had many life-long friends, including the neighbors we grew up with. Many of these people spent time with her in the past few weeks.

Of course, her most wonderful achievement was having two children of her own, Trey and Molly. With all that radiation, having her own kids was never a certainty. And, later came her precocious granddaughter Sienna, in whom she took a special delight.

So, at 67 Jennifer died early by today’s standard, but she was able to fill the time she had with many good years and accomplishments. She was surrounded by loving family and friends to the end. Surely, she had regrets, but she was a good person who lived a valuable, full and happy life.

She was my sister and I loved her.

Charley Coy Mallon

May 30, 2019

Jennifer at 2 years old. I remember when this photo was taken in 1953. Cute, isn’t she?

Annabelle and Grandpa Charley in Costa Rica

I have three granddaughters and have told them that if they take classes in Spanish I will take them to a Spanish speaking country.

First up was Annabelle Rose Sylvanowicz, 14 years old and in the 8th grade. She is the oldest daughter of my daughter, Kerry, and lives in northern Massachusetts.

She first flew to Colorado to spend a couple of days here with family and especially her cousin Mackenzie.

Activities include a visit to the Butterfly Farm and indoor rock climbing.

Annabelle and I then flew down to Costa Rica.

First up was a trip to Monteverde and a soaring over the rainforest on a zip line.

Then tours on other days to a coffee/sugar/cacao plantation and both day and nocturnal explorations on foot of the rainforest we had earlier sailed above. 

We then headed down to the Pacific Coast for warm weather, a crocodile swamp boat tour, beach time and an introduction to the surfing center of Jaco.

Then we traveled back to the central mountains to the town of San Ramon. We visited the market and another forest walk. We then drove to see the dormant volcano, Arenal, and the nearby lake of the same name, which is the largest in Costa Rica.

As all good things have to end, we then were on our way home.