Jim Ott's Blog

This blog is a collection of columns I've written for Bay Area News Group newspapers serving the East San Francisco Bay region.

Monday, December 29, 2008

Together at Christmas


This column was published in the Tri-Valley Herald in December 2008. A slightly shorter version also appeared in the Valley Times on Christmas Day.

When I was a youngster, Christmas meant getting on a plane with my family and flying to southern California to visit relatives where my mom and dad grew up. Picture two young parents with two little boys and a girl boarding a PSA 727 on the tarmac at San Jose Airport. The boy with the cowlick and freckled face was me.

We always spent Christmas week with my maternal grandparents in the tiny two-bedroom home in Venice where my mom grew up. My grandparents bought the house when it was brand new in the 1940s. As a boy, I thought nothing of the fact that the home had only one bathroom that seven of us shared during our visit. It also never mattered that we kids slept on the living room floor in sleeping bags, or that it always took me a few nights to get used to the ticking of an heirloom clock that sat atop my grandma’s hutch.

What mattered was that we were all together as a family.

I’m sure for my mother, who wasn’t even 20 when we began this tradition, the visit meant coming home to the warm embrace of her childhood, to her mother’s cooking, to her dad’s funny jokes.

My mom’s father was brought up on a farm in Minnesota. He held several jobs over the years, even once painting the steeple of a church that housed a tribe of angry yellow jackets. Eventually, after moving to California, he was able to pursue his dream of opening an archery shop.

While Sierra Archery sold high-end hunting gear to a number of movie stars—including a young Michael Jackson—I knew the shop as a place of mystery, where the heads of bear and deer my grandfather had killed hung high on the walls. The shop was a world of textures and smells, of feathers and leather, of paint and wood shavings. My grandfather made many of the bows and arrows himself.

Of course, one Christmas we kids got our own archery sets. I don’t remember actually using the bow much as a boy, although one time my brother and I stood in the large field behind our home in Los Gatos and shot arrows straight up into the air. This we did beyond the eyesight of my mom, because the object of this bright stunt was to move as close to the arrow as possible as it rocketed back down to earth and plunged its tip into the ground.

Anyway, Christmas morning at my grandmother’s house was everything Christmas was supposed to be. Even though we three kids slept only a few feet from the tree, Santa managed to sneak in and place our gifts under its branches without so much as a sound.

One year, when we were old enough to realize that Santa would probably appreciate milk and cookies, we were pleased to see that he always took a few bites and drank a few sips to sustain his long journey around the world. I remember once being truly amazed as I stared at the nibbled cookies that Santa had stood in this very spot.

This Christmas I will be traveling again, but not by airplane. In fact, I won’t even be leaving the city limits. As we’ve done for the past six years, my wife and I will drive the three minutes it takes to get to my former wife’s house where our two daughters will have just awakened in their upstairs rooms.

Although our girls split their time between our two homes, they always wake up Christmas morning at mom’s house. We drive over when the call comes, and once the three parents are together near the tree, the girls come downstairs to discover what Santa has brought them and to see if the reindeer have nibbled the carrots and if Santa has eaten any cookies.

Yes, even at ages 16 and 13, the girls set out goodies for Santa because they know that some traditions really matter at Christmas, like being all together as one family.

Friday, December 19, 2008

English 1A Fall 2008





















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English 1A Fall 2008 at Las Positas College
A great class full of wonderful students!

Wednesday, December 03, 2008

A call for child advocates


Tara Beckman clearly remembers the first time she met Jeremiah, a 13-year-old boy who at the time lived in a group home in San Francisco.

"I always find myself smiling when I tell people about this boy," said Beckman, 32, who volunteers for a program that provides one-on-one court advocacy to abused, neglected and abandoned children. "He has an infectious smile and such endearing eyes."

Beckman recalls her first conversation with Jeremiah, which took place a year ago. He wanted to visit his little brother, Jesse, whom he hadn't seen in several months, as well as his adoptive mother who could no longer care for him.

"I was able to arrange a court-approved monthly visitation with his family," she said.

After returning to pick up Jeremiah from his first visit with his brother, Beckman said she felt "a sense of sadness" behind her. She turned to see tears streaming down little Jesse's face. He was afraid his older brother would never come back.

"I explained that Jeremiah would be coming back," she said, as the older boy went to hug his little brother.

"Bro, don't worry," Jeremiah is reported to have said, "Tara will bring me back next month."

Called CASA, which stands for Court Appointed Special Advocates, the nonprofit organization currently serves 91 of the approximately 2,300 foster children in Alameda County. Children are referred to the program by the courts, social workers and attorneys.

"We currently have 81 children on our wait list," Beckman said. "We just need more people to volunteer."

A volunteer herself for five years, Beckman is currently an advocate for three teenagers, including Jeremiah.

She recalled another visit between Jeremiah and Jesse, when she drove the boys to go hiking. On the way to the park, Jeremiah was sitting in the front seat and his brother in the back.

"When I pulled over to get the boys a cinnamon roll," she said, "Jeremiah asked if he could sit in back with his brother."

Beckman will never forget looking in her rear view mirror to see the frosting on their faces and fingers. "At that moment, the frosting on my seats didn't matter," she said. "What mattered was giving these two boys the precious gift of being together to laugh and be excited and just be brothers."

Today Beckman continues to mentor and advocate for Jeremiah, who in the last four months has lived in five different group homes. She encourages anyone interested in making a difference in the life of a child to consider CASA. Volunteers are asked to make a one-year commitment and spend 15-20 hours per month on the child's case.

To learn more about CASA, visit www.casaofalamedacounty.org. Potential volunteers may contact Di Roberts at (510) 618-1950 or email her at diroberts@acgov.org.

Tuesday, December 02, 2008

Thanksgiving 2008




Cousins from the Pleasanton and Atlanta Ott families and the Bodines got together with aunts and uncles and grandma for a wonderful Thanksgiving in San Francisco. These photos were taken at Baker Beach. Soon after, we played touch football (hence the jerseys) on a field in the Presidio.