Beruflich Dokumente
Kultur Dokumente
by Marvin Bowers
for the Chip Lyeth Paper Group
December 3, 1993
Next week, if everything works out as planned, Bonnie and I will be moving
from St Paul's Rectory, where we have lived for almost twenty years, into a
house located at the southeast corner of East and Tucker.
mother, who is a widow in her late seventies, will be moving from Napa, where
she has lived since 1946 and where I grew up, into a house located next door to
the house into which Bonnie and I will move.
because at the age of forty-nine I will be moving into a "house of my own" for
the first time.
It's also a fairly big deal because I feel that it is a turning point
next door and I presumably will be looking after her for the rest of her life.
It is a turning point because when our children move out over the next couple
of years it will be just Bonne and me living together in "our house".
So the
house, or rather houses, at the corner of East and Tucker will be the homes of
adults with grown, out-on-their-own children and an aging mother/mother-in-law.
Finally, it is a turning point because it may well be the house I live in until my
death.
Bonnie and I came to Healdsburg in 1972. I was 27 and Bonnie was 24.
was two and Mary was a infant.
were sent here by a bishop.
Sarah
of St Paul's Church did not chose to have us come here, they were simply told
by a bishop that we were coming.
from the St Helena Hospital our first two children. We did not particularly want
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to leave Calistoga, but we were not unhappy to be coming to Healdsburg, which
certainly seemed to be a nice enough town.
town for us, but the beginning was not promising, the beginning was, in fact,
a nightmare.
During our first two years in Healdsburg we lived in three houses.
The first house was a solid, spacious two story house on Matheson Street,
which the church had rented for a number of years from a well know local
family.
My predecessor
had lived in the house and Bonnie and. I assumed it would be our home, too, for
as long as we lived in Healdsburg.
it was a wonderful house, I certainly never got the chance to feel at home in
that house.
The troubles with the parish, or rather with a few people in the
We were young .
diapers. Bonnie sometimes wore jeans and bikinis. We had a kind of beat up car
with a McGovern sticker on it.
-determined people in the congregation who made up there minds that we had to
go.
We moved into the solid, spacious two story house on Matheson Street in April
of 1972.
parish I had been kind of a fair haired boy, destined to do good things, and
pretty much liked by everybody. Now there were some people--Church people-who did not like me one bit, nor my wife, nor my babies, nor my car. They were
going to run me out of town.
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leaders of my congregation were instrumental in getting the owners of the old,
spacious two story house on Matheson Street to evict us.
The second house we lived in was a three bedroom tract-type house on Powell
Ave. We moved in mid-December of '72. We moved ourselves with very little help
from anyone in the parish or the community.
Madeleine.
The
three bedroom tract-type house of Powell Ave was owned by a member of the
parish who was one of the people most actively involved in trying to get rid of
me.
But its
just one of those things that sometimes happens when people are obstinate.
I was obstinate.
And
After feeling very , very sorry for myself and wanting to call
Please, bishop, send me to a nice parish with nice people", I got mad and decide d
I was going to stay if for no other reason than that "they" didn't want me to
stay.
I liked the neighborhood in which the three bedroom tract- type house on
Powell Ave was located. There were lots of young families with little kids. There
were no Episcopalians in the neighborhood, so everyone was friendly.
But I
certainly never felt at home in that house . When your landlord is trying to run
you out of town with religious zeal it is not conducive to homeyness. I think we
lived on Powell Ave for ten months.
remember a running toilet overflowing while we were away for a day and ruining
the hardwood floors . It was my fault because I had left a diaper in the running
toilet. I paid Ralph Holden, who lived up the street, to plane and sand the floors
and put the carpet back and I never told the landlords and I feel guilty about
it to this day.
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In the summer of '73.
enough for Bonnie and me, three small children, and a teenage foster child.
With
the support of the bishop and a small group of loyalists in the parish, the
decision was made to tear down an old house owned by the parish and located
next to the parish hall, to sell the house on Johnson Street, and to build a
proper rectory.
Even though there was some serious opposition to the plan, including a guy
who informed the driver of the ready-mix truck who came to pour the foundation
that, "This house will never be finished" .
But before
This was
the last ditch effort to get rid of us before we had a secure house to live in.
We were rescued by the Episcopal Franciscans who at that time managed the
Bishop's Ranch, a camp and conference facility on Westside Road.
Kip Cottage at the Bishop's Ranch in the late fall of 1973.
We moved into
intended for a family residence but as a summer cabin for two or three families
to share at once.
and a great big front room with a linoleum floor heated by one of those little
modern, metal fire places that looked kind of like sputnik. The brothers not only
gave us (or rather rented to us at a very reasonable rate) a place to live for
the winter, they became our allies against the bad guys in the parish and our
best friends.
However, we and the Franciscans were told in no uncertain terms by the
diocese that we would have to be out of Kip Cottage well before the beginning
of the summer program at Bishop's Ranch.
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Ralph Holden, the same guy who fixed the floor in the house on Powell Ave, could
complete the construction of the rectory during the winter and before we got
evicted for the third time in two years.
Ralph did it, God bless him.
Easter Day, 1974. We had a house that we both believed could be our home.
The
good guys had won and the bad guys had lost. I was going to keep my job and
I had a house to make a home.
The nineteen plus years that we have lived in the rectory. have been the
years in which I have come of middle age.
in. Bonnie was twenty-six, Sarah five, Mary three, Maddy one. Even though the
back yard was a big pile of dirt, we had a party.
did the increasing number of people in the parish who were beginning to accept
Bonnie and me as their own.
wonderful parties, especially in the earlier years. The ones I liked best were the
ones at which we sang.
put out on the table and we would eat and drink and sing.
We sang hymns, we
"Messiah".
any more children after Arthur . Friends were very loving to us and the vestry
of the parish added a room onto the house.
for what became a new master bedroom and a little sitting room upstairs. In the
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sitting room we, Bonnie and I and the five kids, spent some of our happiest
hours watching TV of all things. On Sunday evenings we would have champagne,
soft drinks, trail mix, gummi bears, raisinettes and goobers, pate and toast.
Bonnie would spread a sheet on the carpet so everyone could spill.
crowded into the upstairs sitting room and watched the muppets.
would leave and Bonnie and I would watch Masterpiece Theater.
We all
years of Barchester Towers, I Claudius, the funny series about some ascendancy
English types in Ireland, and Brideshead Revisited.
I believe that both Bonnie and I love our children.
nevertheless and/or therefore what we have fought about most consistently and
most painfully over the years.
outbursts of temper.
rectory I put my fist through the sheet rock upstairs three times in rapid
succession.
It is sheer luck that I did not hit a stud which, had I have done,
told him some repairs were needed. When he saw the three shoulder height holes
he
kn~
I said, "Fine."
Ralph."
Ralph .
Because I
As the kids got older I had more and more conflict with
them and more and more conflict with their mother about them.
things you're supposed to do.
We
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prayed. We involved ourselves in counseling and therapy. It wasn't all bad, but
the parties at the rectory pretty much stopped, fun times as a family got fewer
and farther between, and the fights gofmore and more frequent if less volatile
....,
was that we were Y7rong in assuming that if I would control my temper and stop
yelling and throwing things, we would be able to resolve our conflicts and have
peace at home .
and ideological conflicts became even clearer and our home even less peaceful.
The saddest year of my life was 1991.
June and July of that year.
rectory.
Clare.
Bonnie moved into a rented house on Healdsburg Ave with Arthur and
Sarah and Mary were away at college.
Bonnie, sometimes with friends , and occasionally with me. But mostly I was alone .
Even though I was preparing to resign from the ministry and move to who
knows where, I decided t o go up the Fallen Leaf Lake for what I as sumed would
be my last vacation there . ro my great joy, Bonnie decided to join me and when
the vacation was over, it was decided that we would once again try living
together in the same house.
In the two years since then, both Clare and Arthur have left home, Clare to
attend Verde Valley School in Sedona, Arizona, and Arthur to live in San
Francisco and paint and study painting.
clearly making her own life and will be out of our house soon.
The house at the corner of Tucker and East into which we will move was lived
in for many years by a couple who loved the house and took very good care of
it.
They have died and the house is being sold to us by their children who
clearly have very fond memories of their parents in the house. When they were
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talking to the realtor representing Bonnie and me about our offer and about
financing and inspections and surveys and on and on, one of them asked the
realtor if he could get the Bowers to make a promise.
we can love each other, perhaps in ways that we have never loved each other
before. I hope, too, that it will be a house in which our adult children and their
loved ones will feel that they are welcomed and loved.
done, because whatever else we have been and are, Bonnie and the kids and I
are not easy people to live with in the same house, or even to visit with in the
same house.
Thinking of Bonnie and me in that house at the corner of East and Tucker
and how it might become our home for the next twenty or so years, maybe until
we are parted by death, I think of this prayer from the Book of Tobit.
"When
they were left alone and the door was shut, Tobias rose from the bed and said
to Sarah, 'Get up, my love; let us pray and beseech our Lord to show us mercy
and keep us safe.' Tobias said:
thy name for ever and ever.
for ever. Thou madest Adam, and Eve his wife to be his helper and support; and
those two were the parents of the human rac e.
good for the man to be alone; let us make him a helper like him."
this my beloved wife, not out of lus t but in true marriage.
I may find mercy and grow old together.'
"It is not
I now take
,.
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getting up in the morning, a heap of being together and at least a bit of being
apart to make a house a home.
So, how about you and your houses and homes?