The Crank-tastic Family

Sunday, January 10, 2016



The tile mosaic that graced the front steps at Crank.

My dear son, Justin, owns a bike shop……in Portland, Oregon……..the Mecca of all things bicycle.   I’m thinking this is his 5th or 6th year of business. And, he is only 31 years of age. And, he started this business in the depths of our last recession. And, for the most part, he built it himself. We offered him our physical help, emotional support, and unending admiration. He did the rest. All the Daisies, including Daisie daughter, Daisie dog, and the daughter’s cat (who may or may not identify as a Daisie) feel a tremendous sense of pride and awe at his accomplishments. (Call me #proudmama)


Sweet Kailin and Oscar the crabby cat

Through our years at the farm, it was becoming apparent to some of us that dear Son might just need a little more room. We (as in us folks at the farm with a little more storage space than said Son) seemed to be acquiring more and more things at an increasingly faster rate.


A metal lathe…..from a Navy ship…..circa 1942


It’s really big.  And, really heavy.


It does make my dear son, happy.  Really happy. (Which means it makes me happy, too.)

As providence would have it, the time to re-up his shop’s lease and the machinery acquisition closely coincided. He really did need a larger space. After some searching, his property manager suggested that he move one street over, to a space almost twice the size of his current space. This space is located at 2705 SE Ankeny, the key word in this statement being Ankeny. It is one of the main bike routes in SE Portland.


The new Crank location……2705 SE Ankeny……in Portland, Oregon!

And so began the anticipation of the “big move.”   There was demo work to be done, electrical, plumbing, etc., and this time, someone other than one of the Daisies, including Daisie Son, would be doing this work.


Demo in progress.


All the lumber, from the demo work, was salvaged.  We helped with the nail pulling and stacking.

The original date of the move was to be sometime in September or October. That was not to be. It seemed to be somewhat of a rag-tag construction crew and sub-contractors doing the work.


An interesting way to run conduit.  The holes on the bottom right and left housed the previous lighting.  It was requested that they be used again.  That didn’t happen.


Justin had a wall built.  These contractors did a much better job.  (Dad surveys the work.)


The back end of the shop and the new wall.

Again, I’ll spare the more excruciating details and say that the move happened on January 9th and 10th.


Our presence at this event was requested. Actually, the truth be known, I wouldn’t have missed it for the world. It involved a lot of work, sore backs, much coffee, and a lot of excitement. It was a Golden Day. (And so, the annual trip to the desert, in the middle of nowhere, was delayed. So. Be. It.)


The bikes came over two at a time.  This isn’t as easy as it looks.


Unloading one of the many loads of things.


We got his bikes in a row.



The new shop, almost all of the bike stuff there and ready to be organized.

As a parent, there are days when time stands still. You look into the faces of your children and the moment is etched in time. You come one step closer to understanding life’s meaning. Or maybe just your own life’s meaning. It is Kahlil Gibran’s, “On Children.”

“Your children are not your children,

They are the sons and daughters of Life’s longing for itself……….

…….You may give them your love but not your thoughts.

For they have their own thoughts……

……..You are the bows from which your children as living arrows are sent forth……”

This is a beautiful passage, much more than the few sentences above, but you get the idea. My children stood before me, both of them adults, living their own lives, making their own decisions, happy, healthy, and doing good in the world.

Dear Son owns a bike shop. He has built his own community around it.


Dear Daughter lovingly cares for children. She lives a compassionate and thoughtful example of how we should treat each other. The families she serves cherish her for the work she does.


And so it is. We are born, and we live our lives. But, if we are lucky, as we pass through our time here, we will get to see the fruits of our soul share with others all we hoped we helped to impart on them.

To you, dear Son and Daughter, thank you for all you have given. I love you both more than time and words can speak. You make me one #proudmama!


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6 Responses to The Crank-tastic Family

  1. Paula Hammond says:

    Thanks for the beautiful story of your kids lives Jan. What a sweet tribute.

  2. msdaisie says:

    Thank you Paula! It’s odd to be at this point in time…….it all whizzed by so darn fast……

  3. Hi Jan, Still loving reading your posts.
    Wow! So Justin has made the move. Interesting times ahead to see how it all goes in the new location and having LOTS more room.
    Pity we won’t be able to drop by this year and see it for ourselves, BUT there WILL BE a next time! 🙂

  4. John Macy says:

    Wonderful chronicle of recent family events! Thanks for sharing. Hope to see you soon!

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