Back to the Pumpkin Patch

Tony and I finally brought Matilda to our favorite pumpkin patch, Jucker Farm.  We had first visited a few years ago and loved it.  It was now time to introduce Matilda to Jucker Farm and to all that is involved with my favorite holiday, Halloween.

pumpkin patch

pumpkin patch

pumpkin patch

It’s fairly easy to get to Jucker Farm by train, and before we knew it, we had arrived.  It is just like any pumpkin patch in the USA, and in some ways is even better.  Matilda is still a bit too young to understand, but that didn’t stop us from maximizing cute photo ops and enjoying the day.

pumpkin patch

pumpkin patch

Just as I remembered, the pumpkin patch had great pumpkin beer, sausage and decorations.  They crafted many statues out pumpkins, including a large squirrel and deer.  The farm is extremely child friendly as well, with pumpkin carving and a petting zoo.

pumpkin patch

pumpkin patch

We spent our time enjoying the food and drink and taking photos.  I also purchased a few pumpkins to decorate for Halloween.  I’ve spent a lot of time collecting decoration ideas on Pinterest and I am almost ready to showcase all of my pumpkins.

pumpkin patch

What? I can’t hear you!

I can’t wait for next year when Matilda is a little older.  We can start a new Halloween tradition with our little girl.

Summertime Lip Color

Summer has officially arrived in Zurich and it is HOT!  But with the summer heat also comes fun summer fashion.  Because I am still trying to get back my pre-baby body, I am focusing my summer fashion on lip color rather than clothing.

Thank goodness for my brother’s girlfriend, Amy!  She helps keep me up-to-date on the latest and greatest.  She first introduced me to Colourpop and now to Kylie Cosmetics.  While I am not a Kardashian fan, I am a fan of a bright lip that stays all day.  Kylie delivers.

Specifically, I am loving, or I should say, am “in love” with, the In Love with KoKo line.  The order includes 3 matte colors and 1 gloss.

lip color

Ever since I have received the order, I have been wearing these lip colors.  Right now I am gravitating most towards “Doll*” and “Baby Girl*”.

*I feel weird typing those names, they are so silly

Doll goes especially well with a lot of my outfits, as I wear bright colors like orange quite often.   Either way, I love how they look and feel, and I always feel prettier after I’ve put them on.

lip color

Wearing Baby Girl

 

lip color

Wearing Doll

 

If these colors don’t suit you, Kylie Cosmetics still has plenty of other options.  Wishing you a fun summer lip!

A Eulogy for My Grandfather

My childhood memories of my grandfather always include my grandmother as well.  More specifically, they include my grandmother screaming and cursing at him, and him laughing and winking in reply.  My grandmother’s favorite phrase seemed to be “Goddamnit, Joseph”, and she’d say it so often you could almost be convinced that was his full name.  One time, they baby-sat my siblings and I overnight.  My grandmother tried to use my parents jacuzzi bathtub, but she hit the wrong button.   The next thing I heard was her howling.  The jets were hitting her full force, splashing water all over the bathroom tiles.  In her terror, she called for Grandpa in the only way she knew how – “Goddamnit Joseph!”

grandfather

When she died, I truly believe a part of him died, too.  Even until recently, he would be brought to tears talking about her.  When he felt up to it, he would bring out their wedding album and regale me with tales of how he proposed (over the phone during the war) and how she did a shot of alcohol in front of her father at their wedding (both he and her father were apparently stunned speechless).  I love their wedding photos because I can see my mother and her siblings in their faces.  I can also see the love my grandfather had for her.  His eyes radiated with it, his smile stretching from one big ear to the other.

grandfather

As I got older, my relationship with my grandfather became more special.  What started as a grandfather – granddaughter situation morphed into one of friendship.   He had so many amazing and unique personality traits that everyone who knew him is so familiar with.

Even through his tears when talking about my grandmother, we spent the majority of our time together laughing.  He was a trickster and loved a good joke.  For example, he managed to convince my best friend Ashley that he was actually the Wendy’s spokesperson, Dave.  I thought he might go so far as to actually make her a cheeseburger.   😆

grandfather

He had a sweet tooth and loved to eat.  Very recently, I bribed him with the promise of Swiss chocolate so he would be more cognizant of his appreciation for the help my mother and her sisters were providing.  Wouldn’t you know it, but soon after making our deal, my mother told me how weird it was that Grandpa was telling her “I love you” all the time in his cheeky sweet voice.  He earned every one of those 10 Swiss chocolate bars.

grandfather

He knew how to efficiently and effectively manage an operation.  By that I mean, he knew how to pinch pennies and get his grandkids to do stuff for him, such as dusting behind the refrigerator – guilty.

He loved hearing a good story, and would repeat the best ones with his circle of friends.  His phone was always ringing, and he was constantly out and about.  He had so many friends to share these stories with.

When I moved to Switzerland, the stories I shared morphed into stories of my travels.  Knowing he didn’t have internet, I would send him postcards from every place I visited as a way for him to see what I was seeing.  My sending him postcards became our “thing”.  He saved every one of them and when I would call, we’d talk about those trips.  He seemed so proud of me and would always say “you’re doing all right, kid”.

grandfather

After I gave birth to my daughter, I wrote about how the part of the brain that is responsible for language and logic is different from the part of the brain that controls emotions.  That is why it is so difficult to put into the words the magic of child-birth.  Thank God my small daughter got to meet Grandpa, but with his death, I feel the same way.

My brain says his passing is what is best for him.  He is at peace.  He is no longer in pain.  He is reunited with the lady who loved him enough to dub him “Goddamnit Joseph.”  His death is not a tragedy, either.  He lived 88 healthy years, filled with lots of family, friends and 5 great-grandchildren. In his final moments, he was comfortable and surrounded by family, his hand held as he slowly slipped away.   But my emotions say his passing is not what is best for me.  The logical part of my brain is at peace, but the emotional part is a wreck.  My heart is destroyed and my fingers ache that I will never again get to write him another postcard.

grandfather

My grandfather was an incredible man.

He was independent and stubborn as hell.

He had a million friends and his phone was always ringing.  I loved getting his answering machine because of how it ended – “I hope you’re beautiful”.

He could eat anyone under the table.

His mischievous wink always got a smile out of you.

He loved his family and especially his wife.

He was my grandfather but he was also my friend.

Until we meet again Grandpa, I have one more postcard for you:

“Dear Grandpa

Now you’re the one traveling to a place I have never been.  How was the flight?  I’m sure Heaven is as beautiful and wonderful as I have dreamed.  How is Grandma?  I have some guesses as to what she said when you saw you again 😉 !   Can you curse in Heaven? Give her a hug for me, and I will see you soon.  I love you so much.  And Grandpa, you’re all right.”

grandfather