Gilroy will add to its Hall of Fame this year a master golfer and a master politician as well as a master businessman and a master educator who left indelible marks on the city’s world famous garlic festival.
The first annual Harvest Moon Gala, last Saturday night, celebrated one of Gilroy’s most important businesses, St. Louise Hospital’s completion of the emergency department renovation and two new breast care centers. The community’s glitterati, many in ball gowns and tuxedos, showed up in force at Guglielmo Winery where the fundraising cocktail party and dinner were held.
Sheryl Cathers uses public utility boxes as her canvas
When painting in oils, I use more of an impressionistic style. I prefer to paint in plein air, painting outdoors, looking directly at the subject and paying specific attention to the effects of light on the subject and landscapes. The paintings are more spontaneous. I am trying to capture a feeling of a moment on the canvas. I am less interested in details. These paintings can be used as studies for a larger studio painting later on, but often stand on their own, typically taking about 3 to 4 hours on site.
Gilroy artist, Karah Karpinski, 37, got her creative side from her mother, Cindy and drive to succeed from her father, Paul. “I’ve always loved to draw and paint since I was little,” said Karpinski, who started painting murals on friends’ walls - everything from portraits to three dimensional murals and cartoon characters. You can see her latest creation outside Robot Shark at 7454 Monterey Street in downtown Gilroy. “I’m just beginning to explore new ideas and getting my artwork onto business’ floors and walls. It’s called illusion or 3-D murals. I do it all free-hand.” Reach Karah at [email protected]
All marriages have their struggles, but women whose husbands are running toward flaming danger while everyone else is running away face special struggles.
By Colleen Grzan
I recently came across a envelope full of old photos of my mom when she was a child. A relative had sent them to me after she passed away, and I guess I was not ready to look at them at the time. Now I see in the photos a beautiful child posing in front of a quaint south Boston brownstone, alongside relatives or friends whose faces I do not recognize. I remember my Irish family members as so much older than the folks pictured there. They were all characters who loved to sip whiskey and sing songs of the old country, but you would never know that looking at their stern, stiff expressions in the photos. I wonder what they were doing and saying just before the photos were taken, and I wish their names were listed on the backs. It would help me distinguish between my endless relatives named Mary.
A number of years ago I was on a tour of Highgrove Royal Gardens in England. At this, the private residence of Their Royal Highness, we marveled at the beautiful hostas and ooohed and aaahed over the meadows of wildflowers. It was all quite stunning, my dears. And at the end of the tour guide slowed her pace. She lowered her voice nearly to a whisper as she announced “And here … we have … the California Wild Lilac!” Sounds of delight and awe rippled through our tour group. My colleague and I exchanged quick glances—so much build up for a native California plant that we routinely fly by on the highway without a second thought (no booing here, I truly love our hardworking ceanothus). And I couldn’t help but think about how much coddling and care must go into keeping that Mediterranean climate-loving shrub happy so far from its native soil.
It took 160 hours of training for a 7 ½ minute improvement. To set a personal-record (PR) at the California International Marathon (CIM) in Sacramento on Dec. 4, I had to train harder than ever. That meant running 60 miles a week, six days a week (Sunday was my lone day off). My "recovery" runs were anywhere from 7 to 8 miles.