Popcorn Orchids


When I was growing up, my Popo grew orchids. On one side of the house were the giant yellow Oncidium “Popcorn” orchids.  On the other side was the screen house with numerous Cattleya and Anthurium.  She hung old nylon stockings full of chicken manure in the screen house for fertilizing. 

The popcorn flowers were grown along with the red torch ginger with one purpose.  To decorate graves.  And it seemed that whenever the holidays or Memorial Day would come along, there would always be plenty of flowers to use. 

I have fond morning memories of my Popo misting her orchids with a hose spray every morning while listening to Hawaiian music and smoking cigarettes.  And she put a LOT of evaporated milk in her instant coffee too… us grandkids learned early on how to use the pump pot to make her coffee, and the lighter to help light the cigarettes.  I liked tasting the coffee after making it and feeling all grown up.  

Her kitchen was painted yellow and overlooked the Oncidium.  

have I run away from grief for 19 years?

this is my question for the doc today:

I went upstairs to look through some boxes. 1. art supplies 2. diaries/sketchbooks I’ve been meaning to go through to find evidence of past depressions/ruminations that exist in my memory

1. found – check! now I have more clutter to go through downstairs.
2. found – check! some of the things I found in here were really inspiring… some really good art. some really good poetry and prose. huh. i should try more of that.

3. surprise find! a previously locked box of memorabilia. I don’t even care how it became unlocked. inside were pins! yay! I’ll wear them today. some smoking paraphernalia, cigarette cases, zippos and the like. 4 pocket-watches that never worked, but are pretty. a bunch of tin containers, one of which contained the below picture of my late dad and our late dog, Luna. Fuck man! I’m crying again typing about it.

Now, maybe it’s weird that one picture could send me in the emotional direction with such force! as it did. Or maybe it’s weird that I have NO, repeat, ZERO pictures of my beloved and much-missed father up in my house; I never have. Or maybe it’s weird that I have not once gone to visit his grave… it’s within a mile of my current job, as well as the college I attended after his death – 19 YEARS AGO!

Okay, now I know I smoke pot. And sometimes I drink beer. But only now did I realize that I don’t think I’ve properly grieved for the loss of my father.

*long pause*

I never know where to begin. He died from a massive heart attack while walking up the stairs of Aloha Stadium to attend my high school graduation. 1998.

I had been smoking pot pretty regular already at this point. Drinking, drugs, sex. That all started in 93. Found some evidence in one of the ‘ole sketchbooks up there today. It’s actually pretty eye-opening what an insecure and vulnerable little kid I was out there, doing the things that we did.

of course, i cried when I realized the man i was marrying would never meet my dad in this life. I bawled when I understood that my daughter would never meet him. i MISS him.

I dunno. maybe i’ve grieved in my own ways. it just felt really raw today, seeing his face. I’m okay though.

New plants from recent show

Went to the recent Kunia Orchid Association show and picked out a few new plants.  Re-named by Vee for our collection. 


Upsy Plumsy

Den. Little Atro


Vanessa 

Epidendrum Miracle Valley ‘Aiko’


Candy Stripes

Phal. Taida King’s Caroline ‘Taida Little Zebra’

Wallace


We are going to call this plant Wallace.

Because it’s one of the two large orchids given to me by my aunt BB about a year ago, from my late grandma’s collection.  I named the other one Kamila, after my Popo, Margaret Kamila Yuen.  This one is Wallace, after my Goong Goong, Wallace Lin Chew Yuen. 

With some help from r/orchids on Reddit, I’ve found the possible ID of this plant, Epidendrum ciliare, or now, Coilostylis ciliaris.  This forum has helped me with ALL of my orchid concerns.  Do find some general help online first though.