Tuesday, June 24, 2008


Seattle Race for the Cure Walk (click on picture to enlarge)
On June 22nd, my wife Janne and I participated in the Race for the Cure - Breast Cancer Walk in Seattle, Washington. 14,500 women and men participated.
It turned out to be a very painful experience for me. For the last few years, I've been experiencing problems walking and the walk did me in. I was the very last person to make it back to Seahawk Stadium! Well, now I can not longer use any macho-bravado excuses. It's time to deal with doctors ... yuk!
But, far more important than my whining, was the magnificent demonstration by people (mostly women and girls) of all ages, determined to bring an end to scourge of breast cancer. Nothing makes me prouder of being part of our human race than to watch people empower themselves and others in face of what seems like insurmountable odds.
Our group was organized by Wendy Huntington, a lifelong friend of Janne's from Pomona College. 31 people were in our section of the walk. The importance of the effort to raise both money and awareness about breast cancer was made even more emphatic by the fact that one of our group was hospitalized the day before the event.
Making it to the end of the walk, with the clean up police car creeping just behind me, and leaning on Janne for support, created in me a whirlwind of emotions within. I was at once embarrassed, in lots of pain, determined, grateful and in awe of the 14,499 others who spent their Sunday morning making a difference.

Sunday, June 22, 2008


(click on photo to enlarge)
Left to Right
Owen L. and Genevieve Rebbe, Karla and Jim Barton - 2008
Karla and Jim built much of this home in Washington based on plans for a New England home.


Karla Barton displays Fecht Family Heirloom.

Shortly after her marriage to Bill Fecht in October of 1920, Mildred and Bill moved to Mexico, Missouri. About mid-November, Elizabeth Ann (Walsh) Fecht was showing her new daughter-in-law the little stores in Mexico. Mildred admired a large ceramic pitcher and Elizabeth bought it for her as an extra wedding present.
Like my brothers and sisters, I remember the pitcher being used on steamy hot Missouri summer nights, for home made lemonade. Big chips were broken from blocks from the family ice box, lemons squeezed, and sugar added (sparingly because it was rationed due to war-time.) Somehow, lemonade was never quite as good as it was from the old yellow pitcher.
Genevieve, Karla's mother gave the pitcher to Karla Barton for her collection of ceramic pitchers.
Karla Barton is the great, great grand-daughter of Margaret (Bost) and Jacob Fecht.

Tuesday, June 10, 2008


Brendan Patrick Fecht enters the finish of California's AIDS Lifecyle Ride on June 7, 2008. He, with the flowered helmet in the form of the AIDS ribbon, was among 2,500 riders who made the San Francisco to Los Angeles ride. (click on picture to enlarge)
Jerry Fecht walks toward the stage at the conclusion of the AIDS Lifecycle Ride. He was among 600 "Roadies" who did the camp work to support the moving city of cyclists. Jerry's job was working in the Camp Store, where he recruited riders and roadies for next year's ride.