What’s New — February

NEWS & VIEWS

Residents Council Meeting Zoom Discussion, by Bob Buddemeier & Joni Johnson 

Historians: Telling the Story of RVMby Connie Kent, Joni Johnson, Daphne Fautin & Bob Buddemeier

Instacart — Better than Sliced Bread?  (Part 1), by Joni Johnson

Help Wanted:  Volunteer Opportunities Await! 

in Comments, Letters, and Notices

Read this if you donate to the Employee Thank you Fund via US Bank

         in Big, Borrowed, or Both

3550:  the Portland Mirabella quarterly magazine (most recent issue)

Mirabella Monthly, Newsletter of the Seattle Mirabella (most recent issue)

ARTS & INFO 

‘Ua (Rain), by Tom Conger  

Nit Wit Newz, by A. Loony

Here, Kitschy Kitschy, photos by Reina Lopez 

Inaugural Poem, by Amanda Gorman (external selection)

RVM Feb/Mar Event & Entertainment Schedule

in Books & Authors

February Book Display, RVM Library

(plus six reviews from previous issues)

PREPARE

Who Am I:  Emergency ID and infoby Bob Buddemeier 

       in Tips, Tricks, Hacks, and Hints

Emergency and Medical Information on Your Cell Phone

 

The Manor Mart is Open!

by Connie Kent

The Manor Mart is now open for business on the lower level of the Terrace building, across from the Clinic, where the Pharmacy used to be. It serves RVM residents and employees between 10 am and 3 pm Monday through Friday. I visited there with Reina Lopez, ace photographer, first thing Monday morning.

Alicia Aldrich, Manor Mart

photo by Reina Lopez

Alicia Aldrich, the manager, reports that business has been slow but steady since the Mart opened a week ago. Her boss is Cynde Maurer, Resident Services Director. The operation is cash free; residents can put charges on their account or pay by check. Employees use payroll deduction. We asked about who makes stocking decisions. Her reply: you do. On the counter, she has a suggestion box for residents and staff to submit suggestions or requests. Residents can even put in special orders.

Here are some of the things for sale:

  • Snacks: candy, cookies, granola bars, and microwave popcorn.
  • Paper products: toilet paper (single rolls tied up with ribbon as well as multi-roll packages), paper towels, Kleenex, stationery, greeting cards, postcards, and books of crossword puzzles
  • Bouquets of flowers
  • Batteries for hearing aids
  • Readers
  • Toiletries: toothpaste, shampoo, deodorant, shaving cream and Q-tips
  • Cat food
  • People food: dry cereal, bread, soup, canned fruit and coffee packets. A cold case with sodas, yogurt, cottage cheese, water, and milk (no beer, though)

On shelves along one wall are small gift items from the Annex: knickknacks, figurines, small clocks and such. We asked about a whole stretch of empty shelving adjacent to the counter. It’s for over-the-counter medications (Tylenol, allergy meds and the like) and vitamins, for which licensing is pending.

We wondered if the Manor Mart would be a good place for residents to sell their crafts. Alicia said she’d check with Cyndee.

Currently, shoppers are limited to five at a time, wearing masks. During the fifteen minutes we were there, three employees and two residents came in and made purchases. Plan to check it out soon.

Here is one resident’s report after visiting the Mart:

Back when the Manor Pharmacy existed, I remember going in, looking at a gallon of distilled water (which I use to humidify my BIPAP air stream) and thinking “I can get that cheaper at Freddie’s.”  True, but largely irrelevant — the fraction of a dollar saved was paid for with a 4-mile car round trip, a limping walk back and forth across the parking lot, and negotiating Freddie’s extensive aisles, with their probably disease-laden shoppers.  Not only was the saving not worth it, but it also deprived our store of income it needed to stay in business.

The Manor Mart comes close to being a necessity for some of our residents and can be a convenience for all of us.  We need it, we want it, and we should be smart enough to support it by using it when we can.

The “Design-a-Kit” Game

Bob says:  Let’s play the “Design a Coordinator Kit” game!

You are a coordinator.  Something really bad happens.  Due to your high level of preparedness, you survive.  You get up, dust yourself off, put the dog in its crate, and prepare to go check on your neighbors.  What do you want to have with you, and how will you take it?

Below is Bob’s list.  The goal of the game is to do better than Bob – figure out what he forgot or got wrong, or get more specific about the what, why and how of his generalities.  Enter your responses, comments, and questions in the Leave a Reply form at the bottom of the page, or if you have a long list or discussion, email it to buddrw2@gmail.com.

Rules:  The final assembly should be such that its weight or bulk does not interfere with your ability to use both hands to lift or carry things or people, climb over minor obstacles, or walk quickly (maybe even run a little).

Comments:

Most of the items are things that a well-prepared person will have anyway; it’s just a matter of repackaging to make the emergency kit a subcomponent of the go-bag.

Also, most of the items are fairly cheap – dollars to a few tens of dollars.

Part of the game is identifying important things that are so specialized or so expensive that RVM/RPG needs to supply them.

THE LIST:

Assumption:  You will find clothing, headgear, and footwear appropriate to the task, and that you will be wearing your emergency radio on its belt clip (it can be added to the kit if preferred).

A container.  You will have pockets, but you won’t know what pants you will be wearing (or can find) when it hits the fan.

The container needs to be appropriately sized (large enough but not much larger), secure but accessible (zipper or Velcro closures), and convenient to carry.  Back packs are tedious to get on and off and you can’t get into one without taking it off.  A shoulder bag (cross-chest carry) or belt/fanny pack is probably best.  Many of the packs offered in on-line catalogs specify that they can be used for either waist or shoulder carry.  Water resistance is highly desirable.

The contents:

  1. Light – a compact, full-function flashlight with a wrist lanyard, and/or a headlamp (Bob recommends “and”). See Light and Electricity for information and advice on selection.
  2. Work gloves. Not garden gloves, not surgical gloves (which may be in the first aid kit), but gloves to wear when you are handling broken glass in a hurry.  They might be attached securely to the outside of the pack or your belt.
  3. A whistle.
  4. Message material – a marking pen (for writing on doors and people), and a soft-lead pencil and paper (preferably waterproof!) for sending or leaving notes. [Work is currently in progress on devising report forms. Feel free to comment on that but assume you will need to provide for yourself.]
  5. Tape – a small roll of duct (not duck) or Gorilla tape. (first aid kit may contain another type).
  6. Tool(s) – A good muiltifunction tool is desirable – Leatherman and Victorinox (Swiss Army) have extensive offerings, but there are a lot of clones and rip-offs. For light/medium duty, Bob likes the Swiss Army Climber or Explorer models, but some of the Leathermen have pliers and wirecutters.  Scissors are desirable; if the multifunction tool doesn’t have them, the first aid kit should.
  7.  Optional but desirable for neighborhood coordinators: Emergency blankets (aluminized mylar) and ultra-lightweight plastic ponchos come in very light and compact packs.  Important in winter.  In summer, a bottle of water is less convenient, but potentially important.  Some packs have external pockets to hold bottles.

That First Aid Issue – kits can bulk up quickly and may require training to use.  Plus: (1) the coordinator’s job is to cover the neighborhood/floor and report on overall needs as well as individual problems, which means not stopping to deal with every injury.  However: (2) in the case of a life-threatening injury that can be treated, it is unconscionable not to take action.

Therefore, discussion is focused on “Stop the Bleed” supplies and training, which the RPG medical team (and presumably RVM) is reviewing.  Once restrictions are lifted we expect to arrange for training; in the meantime, there are a number of videos on You-Tube that address the subject.

Further information will be forthcoming; suggestions (consistent with the Rules above) are very welcome.

Ready, Set, Go!  Game on!

Do Cats Grieve?

                                                 Daphne and the cats

By Bob Buddemeier

My wife, Daphne Fautin, exercised the Death with Dignity option on March 12.  I have written about the human aspects of the process, but humans aren’t the only creatures in our lives or our household

Before

Why cats? Well, they’re family.  Frank, the compulsively friendly Siamese and Kip, the neurotic but amusing Tabby, had been with us since somebody dumped them at our house in rural Kansas in 2013.  We named Frank after Sinatra with his blue-blue eyes.  And Kip was named from Yom Kippur, the holiday we were celebrating when they arrived at our doorstep.

Frank and Daphne

Going beyond that, when you start trying to look Death in the eye, I think it makes you more appreciative of all forms of life, not just your own.  Frank was especially close to Daphne – both in terms of bonding and physically.  They spent many hours together on the couch, with Frank napping up against her leg while she read or did crosswords

As her time dwindled down, one of her most frequently expressed regrets was her inability to explain to the cats what was going on.  Other cat people at RVM (there are many) would say “Oh, they know.”   I have to agree, professional skepticism notwithstanding.

                                    Kip

As time went on, Kip, although a stand-offish cat for 7 years, started sleeping on the bed –even when Daphne took a nap there in the afternoon. Then in the last month, she would get up on the edge of the bed in the evening when Daphne was lying on her back reading.  Kip would put her forepaws and chin on Daphne’s ribcage or belly, and sit propped against her until the lights went out.

At about the same time Frank (always friendly anyway) adopted a new behavior – he would get onto Daphne’s lap, press tight against her chest, and push his head up under her chin.  About as close to a hug as you can get when you have short forelegs.

Neither behavior was seen before that, or with anybody else.  Do they smell leukemia?  Is there some “it’s almost over” cue in body language?  Nothing is certain, but if I had to bet, I’d say that some kind of recognition was going on in their little kitty minds.

After

Daphne died on a Friday; the atending relatives left on Monday.  That morning: Kip didn’t put in an appearance until 11 a.m., and when she did, she was almost completely silent. Both behaviors are very atypical.  Frank got up 6:30-ish and went out on his leash – but only for a very short period. When he came in, he went to sleep on the couch for the rest of the morning.  Also very atypical. Visitor fatigue?  Grief? The answer probably depends on how much of a cat person you are.  The next week cements it in my mind – definitely grief. If a cat can be said to mope, he mopes – sleeps even more than his usual 16 hrs/day, doesn’t claw or climb his cat tree, lies on the floor (instead of on elevated surfaces), responds to but doesn’t solicit petting.

Kip comes back into a more normal mode after a few days, but it’s almost 10 days after Daphne’s death before Frank starts to play with things, rub against legs, and sneak out w/o leash to find his neighborhood buddies who dispense belly rubs.  I continue to try to remember that I need to seek him out and give attention.  He’s a little like Daphne – I’m supposed to know when I should pay attention and not wait for invitations.  A totemic animal — I’ve apparently been married to a member of the Cat Clan for 34 years.

Neither of the cats has ever demonstrated again the behaviors that they consistently showed with Daphne in the interval just before she died.

I put the attractive little chest containing Daphne’s ashes near one of Frank’s favorite napping spots.  Rank superstition?  Positioning the unrecognizable remains of a dead person and an animal as if it would make a difference to either?  Well, so what.  It felt right so I did it.  I spend enough time thinking.

Daphne Fautin — Personal Messages

 

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A husbandly note —

From the time that Daphne started announcing her upcoming scheduled death, letters, cards and emails flowed in, mostly from friends at the Rogue Valley Manor retirement community.  This, I thought, was a great improvement over the normal funeral procedures, in that both parties were able to benefit from the exchanges and expressions of affection and gratitude.  After her death, the number and diversity of messages to me increased, until I began to wonder if I had been married to some sort of goddess for 34 years without noticing it.  The answer was yes.  As befits her name, Daphne was well suited for a position in the Greek pantheon — beings who operated at a very high level, and who possessed both extraordinary powers and a full complement of human attributes.  Life with Daphne was never boring.

Starting at the very beginning of the baby boom, her trajectory through the subsequent 74 years passed through enormous scientific and societal changes, especially for women.  In spite of knowing her for almost half her life, I was not very knowledgeable about the accomplishments and experiences of the other half, relying mostly on scattered anecdotes.

If that was my situation, many others must be even more vague about the many facets of the person they knew as Daphne.  I decided to try to assemble a broader overview of her life by building on other memories as well as my own.  The notes that follow  include excerpts about Daphne and her life from some messages received, as well as some contributions of my own.  Many of the items are presented anonymously, as I have not requested permission to quote (which I assume for close friends and mutual colleagues).

I hope they help to flesh out appreciation and understanding of Daphne and her life.

Bob Buddemeier   03/18/21

 

Daphne in the Peace Corps (1966-68)

So sorry, really, to hear of Daphne’s passing.  She was a friend of my wife Kitsi and I from our first days in Peace Corps training in Hilo.  She lived in the next cabin, when we all were assigned simple wood cabins to repair and occupy for several months.  She always had a cheerful ‘good morning’ and always was a bright star in our training group of 120 or so very bright trainees.  As a kid from the Arizona desert, I didn’t know people like her until our PC days and she remains an inspiration.
Daphne more Peace Corps — Daphne taught science in Mersing, Malaysia.  When the driver of a car she was riding in ran over and killed a rather large cobra, Daphne retrieved the body and took it to school, where she skinned it.  She mounted the skin on a long board and attached the board to the wall — were it remained for many years. (told to RWB)
Daphne still more Peace Corps — She took me to a reunion of her Peace Corps “class” near their training site in the island of Hawai’i.  As we were going on a group excursion, one of the men turned to her and said “I remember going with you to watch the rabbits mating!”  (RWB)
And more…  
 I was very saddened and taken aback when I got an email from Howard telling some of us that our friend, Daphne, had died.  I met her in 1966 when we were both in training for Peace Corps service in Malaysia.  We were both slated to be science teachers so we were together in various training sessions much of the time.  It was such a joy to have known her.  She was full of energy,  outgoing, had a good sense of humor, very bright and had the curiosity that made here a very good researcher.  Most of all she had a strong sense of right and fairness that is a model  for the rest of us.    I had hoped that one time our paths would cross and we could meet in person but alas that now will not happen.  My memories of her are all good ones.  I share your loss.
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Daphne the scientist (and more)

………..The coincidence: I was reminded of her last week when I was in my campus office, continuing to sort 40 years of accumulated academic stuff. Among the books and monographs that continue to be spared as “keepers” caught my eye: Daphne’s edited volume on the Biomedical Importance of Marine Organisms (well ahead of the vogue) and her book with Gerry Allen on anemonefishes and their host sea anemones. These two alone are a testament to the breadth and depth of her interests, as are her collaborations with geologists/geochemists and paleontologists (I think of you and Stanley here). All of this is atop her substantial body of systematic publications (where she was again ahead of the curve in applying molecular genetic approaches to cnidarians), and your joint seminal paper on the possible adaptive advantage of coral bleaching, not to mention her reputation as evinced by her membership on national and international committees and working groups. The passing first of John Pearse, then of Daphne, was the loss of two modern luminaries in natural history (sens. lat.).
I realized how long it had been since we communicated when I discovered, by chance a few years ago, the wonderfully apt and familiarly terse epigraph for Chapter 1 in my natural and cultural history of corals: “The term ‘coral’ is neither scientific nor precise.” For me, this embodies the symbiotic relationship between you and Daphne.  [Malcolm (J. Malcolm SHICK  Professor Emeritus of Zoology & Oceanography  University of Maine)]
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Daphne in Papua New Guinea— Daphne made a number of trips to PNG, where some of her research on the anemone-anemonefish symbiosis was done.  She took many photos of the exotic environment, and some of them were assembled in an early edition of The Complement, a resident newsletter of the Rogue Valley Manor retirement community.  Click here to view.
Heading home from the Peruvian Amazon
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Just before reading your email, I was reading the “Science for Reef Survival” article in ICRS in Reef Encounters, in which Daphne is both a contributor to the article, and mentioned several times as a driver of the Society over the years.  I was reminded of so many times she influenced me over those years.  We shared a room at the Bali Conference, she relayed to me so many of the efforts of being an ICRS officer, you and Daphne both telling me about how you met on the Marco Polo… , so many things.
Steve and I both admire Daphne immensely.  Steve was impressed by her efforts with the taxonomic and biological databases, I was impressed by even more, including the beautiful way she revealed her illness and her approach to handling her end of life.  She just takes control.  Once when she and I were leaving her building at the Univ. Kansas, there was a delivery truck blocking her car.  She just jumped into the truck, sat way forward so she could reach the pedals, and drove it out of the way, unphased and probably wondering why I had that “did she just do that?” look on my face.  And I know there are hundreds of stories like that.  (Joanie Kleypas)
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Daphne as educator 1, University of Kansas:  Daphne taught Invertebrate zoology, a lecture + lab course that included a session on parasites.  Each fall, our veterinarian (an enthusiastic accomplice) would start collecting roadkill for her, and the freezer of our home refrigerator would start filling up with ominous-looking bags.  The lab that involved delving into the thawed parasite hosts was undoubtedly instrumental in convincing many students to scratch biology off of their list of potential careers. (RWB)

Daphne as educator 2.  Also invertebrate zoology class — unwilling to spend her budget on prepared specimens, she bought large frozen squid from a Kansas City Korean grocery. She took an electric fry pan, oil, and some sauces to class, and fried up the dissection leftovers.  After some of her (midwestern) students complained at faculty evaluation time that “She forced us to eat squid!’ she would make it clear that eating squid was not mandatory; it was an opportunity that she was providing for them.  (RWB)

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This email has taken me some time to write. I and many others here in Singapore are deeply saddened to learn of Daphne’s passing. Daphne is a special person and I will cherish the many memories I have with her both in Singapore and the USA. I will miss her tremendously but I am especially grateful that her passing was peaceful, and that it was on her terms. Ria, Nic, and I will be meeting later this week to celebrate her life and contributions to cnidarian knowledge in Singapore. I extend my deepest condolences, and must thank you for writing to me in the midst of all that you are going through. Sending you hugs from me, and your friends in Singapore!  (Zeehan Jaafar)
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Daphne in the field:  In 1985 we were diving on some of Daphne’s anemone-fish symbiosis research sites in Madang Lagoon (Papua New Guinea).  We anchored over a shallow reef, and Daphne (as usual) was first into the water.  I was still fiddling with my gear when she popped back to the surface, spat out her mouthpiece, and exclaimed excitedly “Quick, Bob!  Get in  the water!  There’s the biggest sea snake you ever saw!”  As I sat trying to figure out what was wrong with this instruction, I glanced over the side of the boat and saw (simultaneously through several different gaps in the coral cover) a black and yellow striped garden hose undulating away from the boat.  (RWB)

Daphne Fautin

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Daphne Fautin died on March 12, 2021.  Her career as a marine biologist, as well as her many activities and personal interests, resulted in a large and diverse circle of colleagues and acquaintances.  Since her death, remarks and tributes have been pouring in.  However, there were also pre-mortem communications to her.  She had an aggressive and incurable form of leukemia, and had been given six months to live.  She made arrangements to take advantage of Oregon’s Death With Dignity law, and shared the news of her decision widely.  It provided an opportunity for many people to express their appreciation and affection while she was able to receive it.

Because of the variety in Daphne’s life, few people can claim to be familiar with all of it.  For the benefit of those interested in knowing more about her, I have decided to post messages that contain information about, or insights into, various aspects of her life.

For a pdf of her most recent professional CV (without publications), click here

For a pdf of her publication list, click here

To see a compilation of announcements, obituaries and tributes, click here

To see a compilation of individual comments, click here

If you have questions or further contributions, email buddrw2@gmail.com

 

Thank you for your caring and interest.

Bob Buddemeier (husband — and colleague)

 

Daphne Fautin – Obits & Tributes

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A tribute from Daphne’s colleagues and friends at NIWA (New Zealand Institute of Water and Atmospheric Research) — photos included

Click here for pdf

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Daphne Gail Fautin,  May 25, 1946 – March 12, 2021

Daphne Fautin died March 12, 2021.  She was born on May 25, 1946 to June (Geller) Fautin and Reed Fautin.  Daphne’s life was rich and varied in both experiences and accomplishments, including her career as an internationally-recognized marine biologist.  She engaged with death as she had with life – on her own terms.  Diagnosed as having an incurable form of leukemia, she made both the decisions about her treatment and the arrangements for taking advantage of Oregon’s Death with Dignity law.  She died peacefully at home at the time of her choosing in the company of her husband, her siblings, and her end-of-life support team.

Daphne is survived by her husband, Bob Buddemeier; her sister, Donna (Fautin) Raforth; and her brother, Charlie Fautin.  Her ashes will be committed to the Pacific Ocean in a private ceremony at a later date.

In lieu of flowers, donations may be made to charitable organizations supporting biological science or environmental protection, or to the following specific organizations:

Rogue Valley Manor Foundation (Medford, OR)
Havurah Shir Hadash Synagogue (Ashland, OR)
End of Life Choices-Oregon (Portland, OR)


 

Daphne Gail Fautin

(by Donna Fautin Raforth)

 

My sister, Daphne, was born May 25, 1946.  She grew up in Laramie, Wyoming, attending the University of Wyoming College of Education Training School (Prep) from age 4 through 16.  An exception were the two years she lived with her family in Kabul, Afghanistan.  Those years were a profound and life-changing time of travel and living in a distant country.

After high school Daphne attended Beloit College in Beloit, Wisconsin.  She received her B.S. in Biology magna cum laude in 1966.  For the next two years, she served in the Peace Corps in Malaysia.  Upon her return to the U.S. she began graduate school at the University of California Berkeley and received her Ph.D. in zoology in 1972.  Her doctoral dissertation on sea anemones propelled her toward her lifelong passion.  She was widely regarded during her career as the world authority on sea anemones.  Her scientific work was widely published and a large sea anemone-like cnidarian species was named in her honor, “Relicanthus daphneae”.  She identified at least 19 new species of sea anemones during her career.  Despite teaching at land-locked Kansas University in Lawrence, Kansas for much of her career, she said that working as a marine biologist from dry land was not an impediment.  She stated, “You only need to be near an airport, not the ocean!”  She traveled the globe studying and classifying sea anemones and related species.  Her professional and personal travels took her to every continent on Earth.

As a child, Daphne was precocious in her ability to memorize scientific names of plants and animals.  Her love of science began early and framed her life.  She gifted her niece and nephew with books and toys related to marine biology, as well as her hand-knitted sweaters.  She knitted most of her life and demonstrated  enormous talent.

Daphne fulfilled a longstanding dream when she completed training and became a licensed pilot.  In following years she acquired various endorsements and became part-owner of a Cessna 172.  She took enormous pleasure from flying and completed a Powder Puff cross-country race.

Daphne loved animals, from a kestrel named Tinker, Picture the turtle, Sauk the dog, and a cast of many beloved cats from Pokey in Laramie, Tuffy in Kabul, to Frank and Kippur who survive her (and many others between).

Daphne, Kippur, and Frank

Daphne was a talented cook, who favored creating meals from scratch, sometimes literally.  She would squat on her kitchen floor grating coconut from the fruit, using a traditional Malaysian tool.  How she relished fine food and wine.  She was a fierce competitor during her years of long-distance running.  She had a sharp eye for works of art and accumulated a stunning artistic collection.  Daphne adored earrings and her collection approached 200 pairs, of all vintages, types and histories.

Daphne was a spirited,  independent, fiery woman.  Her intellectual brilliance was quickly evident to anyone who met her.  She exhibited a sharp wit, which mirrored that of her mother and a sense of scientific curiosity identical to her father’s.  As a sister, Daphne was loving and caring.  Despite never living in the same community as her parents, sister and brother after the age of 16, she maintained close contact through mail and periodic visits and shared adventures.

Daphne was preceded in death by her grandparents, Fannie and Harry Geller of Chicago, Illinois, and Charles and Printha Fautin of Orem, Utah, by her parents, Reed and June Fautin of Laramie, Wyoming, by fifteen aunts and uncles, by her first husband, Fred Dunn of San Francisco, California, and by several cousins.  She is survived by one aunt, Gene Geller of Las Vegas, Nevada, numerous cousins, one niece, Emily Wise (and her husband, Kevin Wise) of Bremerton, Washington, one nephew, Ethan Raforth (and his wife Kyla Raforth) of Newberg, Oregon, one great-nephew, Cole Raforth and one great-niece, Claire Raforth, both of Newberg, Oregon, her brother, Charlie Fautin (and his wife Susan Easton) of Corvallis, Oregon, her sister, Donna Raforth (and her husband Bob Raforth) of Yakima, Washington, and her husband, Robert W. Buddemeier, of Medford, Oregon.

Daphne’s compelling blue eyes and infectious laugh were unforgettable.  Her recent death on Marchl 12, 2021, leaves a grievous absence in my life and in all who knew and loved her.

Her memory is a blessing.


 

Message to the CNIDARIA mail list; also posted on the CORAL REEF list

 

It is with great sadness we advise the cnidarian world of the passing of Professor Daphne Fautin over the weekend after a long-term illness.

Her legacy is to leave a monumental research contribution to cnidarian studies over the years. Her research on the reproduction, general biology and taxonomy of sea anemones, in particular, is second to none. Her research was not limited only to the Actiniaria but included many of the other cnidarian orders. Herself being trained by Cadet Hand, she in turn mentored some of the finest taxonomists we currently have. She travelled the world to numerous museums searching for type specimens and documenting their location and identifying specimens, you will see her name in many specimen jars. She produced over of 150 publications, including books, and saw the creation of the pivotal database Hexacorallians of the World.

She served on the ICZN committee, the International Steering Committee of the Ocean Biogeographic Information System, the US National Committee for the International Union of Biological Sciences and chaired the US National Committee for the Census of Marine Life along with serving on numerous granting body committees. She was the long-standing curator at Kansas University Natural History Museum and served as editor on many publications.

Personally, she will be remembered for her inquisitiveness, earrings, her ready smile, love of flying planes and unbelievable ability to be able to work from the time she got up to when she went to bed. She would spend hours responding to emails from around the world, none of which were safe from her editing skills.

She is survived by her husband Bob Buddemeier, with whom I am sure we all share our condolences. Her passing has left a very large hole in the sea anemone taxonomist community.

Vale Daphne and thank you, words are not enough to describe the impact you had on science and people with whom you worked.

 

Michela Mitchell, Meg Daly and Andrea Crowther

 


 

RVM Newcomers Group

by Asifa Kanji

Asifa Kanji

…Is a group for folks who have moved to the Manor in the past 12 months, and for seasoned residents who would like to get to know the new residents.

Would you like to meet and talk story with other Newcomers?

Would you like to connect with seasoned residents?

Then this is the group for you.

Monday walkabouts

This informal group meets every Monday at 3pm at the Plaza to walk, to talk and enjoy each other’s company. You can walk as fast or as slow as is comfortable. You can walk as long or as short as you want. No reservations required — Just show up with your masks and walk or stroll in twos or threes. It’s not organized, it just happens naturally.

Both Newcomers and seasoned residents are welcome to join.

Monthly get-togethers for Newcomers only.

We get together on the first Wednesday of every month from 3-4:30 pm. Because of COVID, we are presently meeting on ZOOM, but hopefully in the coming months we’ll be able to meet in person, outdoors or indoors, depending on the weather, the size of the group, and the county guidelines for group get-togethers.

We usually invite a member of the Resident Committees or Admin to give a brief (10-15 minute) talk on different aspects of life at the Manor.

If you would like to join in, you would be most welcome. Please send an e-mail to AsifaKanji@gmail.com to receive your invite, ZOOM or otherwise.

Socialize with Seasoned Residents

This is an opportunity for Seasoned Residents and Newcomers to get together socially — over a glass of wine, dinner, tea, or whatever works for you. The maximum size would be four.

 

Asifa Kanji grew up in Tanzania and Kenya, was schooled in England, fell in love and followed her heart to America in 1975. She has been a teacher, a henna artist, a computer programmer, a dilettante, a care giver and a traveler who loves to write. She is a new Manor resident, having moved to the Rogue Valley from Hawaii with her editor, her publisher, her chief art critic, and her husband.

Dennis Murphy (dqmurphy@yahoo.com) is the facilitator; he provides the following information on related programs.
I’ve received a number of requests from Established Residents to participate in the onboarding of Newcomers.  Let me synopsize the four programs of which I am aware.
The PRV hosting function has been resurrected and is now under the steady hands of Eric Poppick and Marilyn Perrin.  This program is RVM sanctioned and coordinates with Marketing.
The following three programs are all solely resident managed with the head honcho being Asifa Kanji (asifakanji@gmail.com).
  1. Monthly Zoom Meetings among Newcomers where on occasion an Established is invited as a guest speaker.  These occur on the first Wednesday at 3 PM.  For more information on participating, please contact Asifa.
  2. Weekly Walks and Strolls occur at 3 PM every Monday and again are the brainchild of Asifa.  Anyone is welcome and all you need do is meet in front of the Plaza at that time.
  3. Virtual Happy Hours are a “stand in” for pre-Covid socializing.  They are intended to permit Newcomers and Established to get to know each other.  The format is completely flexible – a Zoom chat, a walk in the park, a drink in the driveway, or now perhaps a meal together.
Here’s all you need to do to participate in the Virtual Happy Hours:
  • Open https://docs.google.com/spreadsheets/d/1CYykJTuXmlc6Bo0CpTaQJ_25fc9LwoU_jKpMxo5eGyg/edit#gid=0
  • On the bottom of the sheet you’ll see two tabs – Newcomers and Established – click on the appropriate one.
  • Next, enter your information on the first available blank line.
  • Finally, contact someone from the other tab (i.e. if you’re Established, now click on the Newcomer tab; if a Newcomer, seek out someone on the Established tab) and initiate a dialogue.  Whatever you decide to do, make it fun.  
This is my modest contribution to these efforts.  Feel free to contact me if anything here is unclear and I’d be delighted to get a quick note back from participants as to how well this effort is going.  Thanks.

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Who Am I?

Who Am I?

 

When you are comfortably at home with your wallet and phone and computer and file cabinet, and all is right with the world (i.e., the electricity is on), you are who you are, and you have access to your considerable resources.  Take those circumstances away – by earthquake, raging inferno, civil war, whatever – and you are just another featherless biped wandering through a hostile world.

Is there any way to mitigate the loss of personal identity and power that disaster can cause?  Probably – with a little preparation.  Many of your resources still exist – what has been disrupted is your access.  You can preserve some of that by having information at your disposal.   That means in your wallet, in your go-bag, and in the glove compartment of your car.  What, and how?

What follows is a set of considered suggestions.  Cost-benefit, risk tradeoffs, and all such things are personal considerations.  Reject the specific approaches if you wish, but consider the issues very seriously.

Here’s what I carry around – I’ll get to the where and how at the end of the list.

A piece of paper, with the following information:

Name, address phone(s) and email(s) for myself and my primary contacts (wife and children) and also for RVM.

Identification:  Social Security, Driver’s License and passport numbers
[Yabbut #1: You might get your identity stolen.  Yep – might come in pretty damned handy too.  Your risk, your choice.  Yabbut  #2: why not carry copies?  Good idea – when and where you can.  Tough to fit them all in one of those little wallet pockets, though.]

Medical Info:  Primary care physician name, address, phone. Conditions, ailments, diseases, handicaps (basically what an ER person should know before treating you for whatever got you there).  Allergies.  More if it’s important.

Medications:  Pharmacy, address, phone; prescriptions – number, medication, dose, directions.

Insurance, etc.:  Medicare #, Insurance carriers, policy #s, local agents if any.  [Yabbut #3 – see Yabbuts #1 and #2.  Same story – risk of delayed treatment or rescue vs. risk of account usurpation.  Your choice.]

Financial and Legal:  Adviser/business names & contact info.  What about account numbers etc.?  Accessing a credit card account might be really handy, but if you carry the info in writing, it’s probably best to separate the account #, the PIN, and the carrier so that the combination isn’t obvious.

How to do it?  I typed it up (Arial font 10 pt, 9 would work) and formatted the page so a two-sided printout had all the information on a piece of paper that was 4.25” x 7.75”.  Fold it in half one way and in thirds the other, and you have something the size of a business card.  I found a teeny-tiny ziploc to contain it, and fit it into one end of my tri-fold wallet next to my Medicare card.

With less compression you can fit it comfortably into go-bag or car, along with photocopies if you wish.  You can also include copies of birth/death/marriage certificates, and title information – most important things are legally recorded, so you don’t have to have the item, just an indication of how to find it.

The information counts, much more than the document – with careful formatting and copying you should be able to get everything you need onto a couple of sheets of paper – low weight, low bulk, opportunities for multiple copies.