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Jennifer Margulis

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The Two Best Rainy Day Activities for Kids in Northern California

March 28th, 2011

The problem with going away is that it’s hard to come back to your “real” life.

The free Jelly Belly factory tour in Fairfield, California (my cousin: “I can’t really imagine you guys doing that.”) was a smashing success with the kids. The tour includes free samples, historical videos, and lots of viewing of busy yellow robots and factory workers.

James and the older kids before the Jelly Belly tour

James and the older kids before the Jelly Belly tour

Silly hats are mandatory once the tour starts

Silly hats are mandatory once the tour starts

If you decide to go, arrive when they open. We got there at 9:15 a.m. and there were eight people ahead of us. We waited for twenty minutes for the tour to start. By the time our 45-minute tour was over, the line snaked all the way to the door and the wait must have been at least an hour. Highlights: there’s a jelly bean snack bar where you can sample one jelly bean of any flavor you wish for free (the coolest thing about that is the plastic spoon that lets staff just take one bean), a tucked away room with discontinued jelly beans that are a lot less expensive, and fun pinball type machines where you win jelly beans. The lowlights: The workers on the floor (many of whom were Hispanic) looked as disenfranchised as they must feel and be. For the most part, they were doing repetitive tasks that seemed boring. Rote work for, I’m assuming, little compensation. The factory is noisy, which 7-year-old Etani didn’t like (though he LOVED every other aspect of the tour). But the part that disturbed me the most was that the food coloring looks exactly like paint. It comes in huge plastic canisters and the colors are so vivid it’s sickening to think that children “ingest” that stuff. The Center for Science in Public Interest recently published a report about the harmful nature of edible dyes and I plan to write more about the toxic nature of food coloring soon. I appreciate that jelly belly uses some real ingredients (tangerine juice in the tangerine jelly beans, for example) but I’m saddened that they choose to add dyes to their candy that are known carcinogens.

Free samples abound at the Jelly Belly Factory in Fairfield, California

Free samples abound at the Jelly Belly Factory in Fairfield, California

We also went to the California State Railroad Museum in Sacramento, a perfect way to spend a rainy afternoon (it was pouring.) It cost our family $30 to get in (adults: $9.00, kids: $4.00, the baby was free) and it was totally worth it.

Confession: When I think of a train museum, one word comes to mind: Yawn.

But this is not your typical museum. It’s more like the cadillac of train museums. The only other we’ve visited that rivals the California State Railroad Museum is the London Transport Museum in Covent Garden. The museum is 2.5 acres inside, housed in what was once a roundhouse. There are 20 locomotives and railroad cars, and you can climb aboard a bunch of them. The Pullman sleeping car, which you walk through as it “moves,” gives you a real feel for what it was like to sleep on a train. A dining car has place settings from different railroad lines across the country, and there is also a mail car set up to show how mail used to be delivered by locomotive.

A bird's-eye view of the toy trains at the railroad museum in California

A bird's-eye view of the toy trains at the railroad museum in California

“Choo choo!” Baby Leone kept exclaiming. “Choo choo!” She and my first grader liked the second floor best, where there are four wooden train tracks set up and lots of trains to play with and run on them. There are also toy train collections (that you can’t touch) on display on the second floor, and a Thomas the Tank Engine train display that kids can view by crawling into the middle and poking their heads up through the plastic dome. We watched the 20-minute documentary at the end of our visit, which runs every hour, and was a nice way to finish our train museum experience.

We liked the hands-on train table fun at the California State Railroad Museum

We liked the hands-on train table fun at the California State Railroad Museum

Also up this week and next: a rant against school snacks, thoughts about credit card debt, and a review of a fantastic new memoir about hearing loss. So please check back soon!

What are your family’s must-do rainy day activities? What hidden indoor gem do you have in your town? Please use the comment section below to tell us about great indoor places for families to visit (like this amazing list compiled by readers of great family movies.)

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In the Hotel Lobby on a Rainy California Morning

March 23rd, 2011

Everyone was going somewhere. My friend C. took her family to the Grand Canyon. B. wrote that they had just come back from a few days in Puerto Rico. My son’s reading coach was on her way to California to visit a beloved niece.

But we were stuck.

I was scrambling to finish some assignments, James trying to juggle the needs and decibel level of four children.

The only surprising thing about this Spring “Break” is that Hesperus, our oldest (11.5), and Etani, our third (7), were actually getting along. When Hesperus gave Etani a hug goodnight, my jaw dropped to my ankles. A spontaneous hug! From Hesperus to Etani? Who put something in the drinking water?

It didn’t help that it’s cold and rainy in Ashland right now. That every time we went to the park 10-year-old Athena (formerly a nature girl) would refuse to put on her shoes, walk as slowly as she could without going backwards, and spend at least ten minutes refusing to play once we got there. That the kids tearing around the house would wake the baby up early from her nap.

Jealousy is an emotion I believe we should pay attention to. That I felt so jealous of everyone going somewhere was a clue that we needed to go away too. It took half a day to locate a rental car (our compact is too small for the whole family and it was too far to bike to California) because the rental car companies in most of southern Oregon are sold out. But we found one at a car dealership 45 minutes out of town, for much less than what it would have cost in Ashland. Etani and James picked it up while I found us an affordable hotel in Vacaville. We loaded up the car (bickering the whole time) and hit the road.

First stop: a hotel with a pool.

Second stop: we’re going on the 40-minute walking tour of the Jelly Belly factory this morning.

Third stop: to see my aunt and uncle in Oakland. (Me: You sure it’s okay? You hate spontaneity. Auntie: Yes, but I love you.)

Etani’s been up since before six a.m., waiting for the sun to rise, waiting for the Jelly Belly factory to open. He and Athena, still in pajamas, and I sneaked downstairs for some breakfast. The baby, James, and Hesperus are still asleep upstairs.

Etani’s pre-adventure report: “There’s lots of jelly beans! And you get to eat them! And I’m really excited about the jelly flops, because they’re misshapen and you get a whole bag for no money at all.”

It’s raining here too. But not so cold. And no, we can’t really afford to be on a trip (thank you Mr. Visa!). But none of that matters. It just feels good to be gone.

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Four Panniers, Three Bicycles, Two Girls, and A Baby: I Want to Take my Daughters to Bicycle the Canal du Midi

August 16th, 2010

There are only two things I love in this world as much as my family: France and bicycling.

Ever since Hesperus was born eleven years ago with her legs still curled in the fetal position I’ve imagined those legs on a bicycle in the French countryside. We’d flit from town to town stopping at boulangeries for baguettes and at chocolatiers for chocolate, drinking cider, and loading our panniers with miel du Provence.

I’ve been talking to my firstborn about this trip since she was old enough to say “Voilà!”

But the problem with a bicycle jaunt through southern France is multifold: no bicycle lanes, narrow roads, treacherous drivers, and hills that only Lance Armstrong can conquer easily.

Then there are the family constraints: In the years I’ve been mulling over how to afford the trip and where to go, I’ve added three more children to the mix.

The solution is the risk I was talking about in Friday’s post: a 149-mile bicycle trip along the Canal du Midi’s tow path, a perfectly flat lane where sycamores, not Citroëns, are parked alongside the path. The baby will ride with me, we’ll carry our stuff in panniers and a trailer, and we’ll stay in parked mobile homes in campgrounds along the way.

It was too expensive and too hot to go this summer. So I want to make the trip this fall.

Just this morning I found flights, entered in all our information and my credit card number. Then I hit START OVER instead of PURCHASE THIS ITINERARY.

To say I’m nervous about taking my 11-year-old, 9-year-old, and baby daughters on a ten-day bicycle trip on the Canal du Midi, starting in Toulouse and ending at the ocean is an understatement. There are so many reasons NOT to go.

Me: You don’t even know how to patch a tire.

Myself: That’s because you’re bad at all things mechanical.

I: You can learn! Tim at the bike store offers classes…

Me: You’re completely insane, this trip is way outside of anything we can afford right now.

Myself: You just paid off the credit card bill. It’s totally irresponsible to rack up debt.

I: [Gives a quiet sob and says nothing.]

Me: The baby might hate being in a bike trailer and cry the whole time.

Myself: Yeah, self-confidence, take that!

I: You’re a good traveler. She’ll get used to it. She’ll probably love it. We’ll take lots of breaks! You can do this.

Me: You haven’t even found a magazine or newspaper that will pay you to chronicle the trip.

Myself: [Laughs sinisterly.]

I: Two editors have expressed interest. Maybe some place will come through?

Me: Show me the contract!

Myself: Yeah, show me the contract!

I: We can’t wait for someone to say yes. If you don’t buy the tickets today, you need to table this dream. You don’t want to table this dream. Next year the baby will be too old to take and too young to leave. Athena says she’s been looking forward to this trip since she was three years old. You can do this, damned it.

I gotta go. Mr. Visa has some plane tickets to purchase.

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On Missing Niger

July 8th, 2010

Giraffe&Tourist

My family and I spent an academic year in Niger, West Africa in 2006-2007. I was there as a Fulbright fellow, teaching 19th century American literature and writing and researching articles (like this one, “Looking Up,” which was a cover story for Smithsonian Magazine and this one “A Crusading Publisher Pushes Niger’s Limits,” published in the Christian Science Monitor).

Most Americans have never heard of Niger.

It’s one of the poorest countries in the world.

It’s also one of my favorite places on Earth.

I miss Niger with so much heartache, like missing a best friend.

Inspired by this article on how to get motivated to exercise, James and I took the baby for a run yesterday. Even though it wasn’t seven o’clock, it was already unpleasantly hot in Ashland, Oregon.

James is lean and fast. He runs a lot. I am not-so-lean (remember Jack Sprat’s wife?) and very s-l-o-w. But I was spritely yesterday and James was flagging. His stomach hurt.

“I feel like I’m going to have diarrhea,” he said. “This used to happen to me when I ran in Niger. I have to keep my butt cheeks together so I can’t run fast.”

Excessive heat. Bowel troubles. Sweat. All of that came with living in Niger.

But that was only part of it.

Heartbreaking landscapes of sand dunes and gawo trees. Incredible friendships. Debating Emerson’s notion of self-reliance with young men and women who had never thought of non-conformity. Taking the most refreshing shower of my life using one a bucket of water. Appreciating the small things. People who have so little but do so much.

When Hesperus was small we lived on the East Coast. My best friend Sue lived in Oregon. We would visit and I would start to miss her even before we left. So would baby Hesperus. “Miss Sue,” she would say and then sniff sadly. “Miss Sue.”

I felt like that about Niger yesterday. I feel like that about Niger today. I hope to go back soon. Even if I do, I think it is a country I’ll be missing for the rest of my life.

Niamey's Petit Marché is a riot of people, colors, wares, sounds, and smells

Niamey's Petit Marché is a riot of people, colors, wares, sounds, and smells


James and Athena riding a camel

James and Athena riding a camel


Etani and I pose for a photo with our dear friend Illiasou and his family

Etani and I pose for a photo with our dear friend Illiasou and his family


7-year-old Hesperus in the pool in Niamey, Niger

7-year-old Hesperus in the pool in Niamey, Niger

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Shopping with Kids at the Rogue River Myrtlewood Shop in Gold Beach, Oregon

June 23rd, 2010
Gold Beach's motto carved onto myrtlewood

Gold Beach's motto carved onto myrtlewood

I’m not much of a shopper.

Okay, I’d rather be sick in bed for a week than go shopping for anything but food.

But every once in awhile, usually while I’m traveling for work, I happen across a place that inspires my inner consumer.

The kids and I had so much fun at Rogue River Myrtlewood Shop in Gold Beach on the southern Oregon Coast that we closed it down.

I think we were there for more than two hours.

The shop sells locally made myrtlewood items, like salad bowls, lighthouses, statutes, games, toys, and furniture.

They have a viewing area at the back of the store where you can watch the woodworkers using their machinery to make stuff. The staff is friendly–we got to talk to a woodworker who just came back from the doctor and we got to pet two kitties that the clerk’s daughter brought into the store–and each child gets a myrtlewood leaf when they come inside.

Inside the Rogue River Myrtlewood Shop in Gold Beach

Inside the Rogue River Myrtlewood Shop

6-year-old Etani figures out a puzzle while his older sisters look on

6-year-old Etani figures out a puzzle while his older sisters look on

Doesn't everyone need one of these myrtlewood ducks to organize recipes and mail?

Doesn't everyone need one of these myrtlewood ducks to organize recipes and mail?

The baby liked the Rogue River Myrtlewood Shop too

The baby liked the Rogue River Myrtlewood Shop too

Here’s what we bought: Etani picked out a rubber band gun ($6) made out of cedar wood (oh well). Athena chose a small turtle for her turtle collection ($6) made in Peru (oh well). Hesperus bought a myrtlewood hair clip ($15) and picked one out for my best friend Sue as well. I bought James a myrtlewood plate for gentlemen to put the contents of their pockets (keys and change) in at night for Father’s Day ($15) and I bought Baby Leone a little toy car made of myrtlewood ($15). Finally, I couldn’t resist the duck for myself ($7)… I could tell you all the things I didn’t buy but that list would be longer than Santa’s.

If You Go: Gold Beach, Oregon is on U.S. 101 about 300 miles south of Portland (a 5 1/2-hour drive).

The Rogue River Myrtlewood Shop:
29750 Ellensburg Ave (Highway 101)
Gold Beach, OR 97444
541-247-2332 Call ahead for store hours (they’re seasonal).

Where to Stay: On this visit we stayed at the Pacific Reef Hotel & Resort, which has spacious condos with washing machines and ocean views, just a short walk from the ocean. Like most of the accommodations in Gold Beach, this place is surprisingly affordable. The condos are great for families because they have fully equipped kitchens and lots of space, plus when it’s too windy on the beach your kids can bump their butts down the carpeted stairs for hours.

What else is there to do in Gold Beach? The biggest draw to this quaint little drinking town with a fishing problem is Jerry’s Rogue River Jet Boat Excursions (more than 30,000 people come to ride them each year), which are both educational and fun. There are also spectacular hiking trails, sea lions and harbor seals to visit, whales to watch, feral cats in their own homemade houses that we haven’t had a chance to see even though we’ve been there twice now, beaches to comb for agate and sand dollars and shells, and some cool shops and restaurants.

I wrote this article in the Oregonian about Gold Beach and I plan to write about the town for some other print publications (though probably not on this blog).

Readers, have any of you been to Gold Beach or do you have a favorite kid-friendly town on the Oregon Coast? What are your plans for summer excursions with the rugrats? Do you have any tips on how to make shopping with children fun and enjoyable? Come back tomorrow to read my suggestions!

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