Love, As Always, Pete

The Weekly Letters, by A. Pedersen Wood

April 24, 2015

Dear Everyone:

“Manny” the Maintenance Guy is the contractor who takes care of all the little, and not-so-little, things that need taking care of around here in my community.  Lately, he and his minions have been working on repair work on some of the carports.  It seems a busybody from the city happened to notice one of the carports listing a little to the side and decreed it must be repaired before it fell down and hurt someone, or at least, someone’s car.

Replacing a few of the vertical posts that hold up the roof required cementing the new posts into place.  And one thing led to another, and “Manny” and “Randy”, who is on the Homeowners Association Board, and who evidently has a lot of experience in construction, decided that, as long as they were working in concrete, they might as well put some new walkways into places where they were deemed appropriate.

Personally, I was delighted.  There is a concrete walkway that leads up to my carport, but ends abruptly at the corner.  Those of us who use that particular carport have two choices:  Walk around the outside of the carport, then back in to get to our cars; or walk across the grass to get to the front of our cars.  Not good for the grass.

And, on the infrequent times that it actually rains around here, the rain drops off the roof directly onto the same grass that I’m slogging through to get to my car.  So “Manny’s” Minions have been working diligently around here for the past month or so.

Meanwhile, I happened to notice a large truck that was showing up in the parking areas.  It had words painted on it reading, “Metal and Appliance Hauling.  Free.”  After a short while, I realized that the truck belonged to, or was at least used by, one of “Manny’s” Minions.  I figured it was the modern version of a collector of what used to be called scrap metal.

Last week, while they were working on the new walkway, I asked him if he only hauled actual “appliances” like refrigerators and washing machines, or if he would take a couple of televisions that I had taking up space in my second bedroom, also known as the “catchall room”, or like “Jeannie’s” garage, “The Really BIG Closet”.  He spoke enough English to say that he didn’t usually handle “electronic recycling”, but that he knew a guy who could take care of them.  And how big were the TVs?  They were both 17” table-top models.

So the next day, once the concrete was spread and settling, he took both the old TVs away and now I have all kinds of lovely space cleared up in the room.  And I won’t have to lure our niece, who lives in Oakland, to come out to San Ramon to help me carry them to the car and thus to the recycle center.  I “tipped” “Manny’s” Minion $20, which he said wasn’t necessary, but I assured him that he was doing me a favor.

In other news…

Last weekend, “Jeannie” and I wanted to see a movie.  Since we both agreed that we would pay good money to see Helen Mirren read the phone directory, we quickly settled on Woman in Gold.

This tells the story of the late Maria Altmann (Mirren) who lived in Vienna, Austria, as a child and young woman prior to World War II.  Shown in flashbacks, young Maria adored her Aunt Adele, a patroness of the arts who sat twice for the artist Gustav Klimt.  In one portrait, Klimt employed a technique that used gold foil as well as oil on canvass in an Art Nouveau style.  The painting hung in the family’s home.

Then the Nazis came.  Maria’s family was Jewish.  Things did not go well.  As newlyweds, Maria and her husband succeeded in fleeing to the United States.  Others were not so lucky.

Decades later, upon the death of her sister, Maria discovered that the portrait of her beloved Aunt Adele was now the property of the Austrian State Gallery, and that her sister had made some attempt to reclaim it.

Enter Maria’s friend, Mrs. Schoenberg, portrayed all too briefly by Frances Fisher.  Mrs. Schoenberg’s son, Randol, was a lawyer.  As a favor to his mother, Schoenberg took a look at Maria’s claim.

And before you could say, “Hopscotch”, they were off to Vienna where they did not get the painting back, of course.  Maria’s return to her childhood home brought up painful memories.  When their claim was initially denied she was disinclined to pursue the matter any further.

But by this time “Randy” had the bit in his teeth, so to speak, and found a technicality that allowed him to take the claim “to the highest court in the land”.  Jonathan Pryce plays Chief Justice Rehnquist, also in a brief appearance.  The entire cast is excellent.

The whole thing is eloquent and moving.  Worth the matinee price, even if the painting was a little too Art Deco for my taste.

Love, as always,

 

Pete

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