Little did she know as a student at McClatchy High School, Carol Clevenger would spend the next 32 years of her life just a few blocks away.
As the head decorator at Freeport Bakery in Land Park, Clevenger rejoined the team in 1988, not quite a year after Marlene and Walter Goetzeler bought the bakery (Clevenger also worked for the previous owner). Three decades later, she’ll hand over her spatula this month.
Lynne Greaves admits that many people think weaving is a lost art, but she and fellow members of the Sacramento Weavers & Spinners Guild are here to show the world that the artform is alive and well.
“You name it, we can weave it,” says Greaves, a New Jersey native who’s lived in Carmichael for 48 years. “Anything made out of cloth was made by a weaver. In fact, when the commercial industry makes fabric, it’s first designed by hand by a weaver on a handloom, then it’s transferred to a commercial loom.
In the 1980s, only 10 federally funded research centers for Alzheimer’s and other forms of dementia existed—and East Sacramento resident (not to mention former Arden Junior High and Rio Americano grad) David Troxell got to spearhead one of them.
“I was the person in charge of creating a network of services at the University of Kentucky Alzheimer’s Research Center,” Troxell says. “Of course, this was in the mid-80s and there was such a stigma around the disease.
Past the glass lobby doors, you’re greeted by stunning artwork from famed San Francisco artist William Gatewood (1943–1994). Large images of kimonos and Japanese screens, enhanced by splashes of gold and silver leaf, are displayed on the walls.
Further into the building, take a stroll along the Sacramento River Delta, courtesy of landscape paintings by legendary local artist Gregory Kondos.
Steve Messinger, owner of Fly HiFi in East Sacramento, services, restores and sells vintage high-end stereo electronics, amplifiers, receivers and speakers made in the U.S. and Japan from the 1960s to the 1990s.
Messinger graduated from UC Davis with an English degree and began his business after catching the audiophile bug. His initial step on that path was as a consumer.
The twilight sky is amber with hints of rust from the late summer sun. Towering 300-year-old oak trees canopy the expansive lawn. We gather at the edge of a grass knoll overlooking acres of lush grape vines laden with fruit almost ripe for fall harvest. Everyone is still.
Debby Duvall, a volunteer with the Wildlife Care Association, stands before us with two plastic pet carriers, each holding an orphaned barn owl. A young guest is her assistant for the evening. They both don heavy leather falconry gloves. Unlatching the first carrier’s metal door, Duvall gently pulls out the imprisoned bird, and instructs her guest assistant to grip the owl’s legs while she holds the bird in position for release, the owl’s fierce talons gripping the sturdy gloves for balance.
