At the bottom on the left is an alphabetical list of the pages in this web site, to help you navigate if you feel so inclined.

A guide to our family photo album covering 1994-2010, showing the principal themes, is here.

A year by year guide to our family time-line from 1994 through 2007 is here.

A photo journal beginning in 2008 is here.

The most recent pages of the album, copies of posts from my WordPress family blog, http://ianstock.wordpress.com/, are linked here:

http://www.zinzins.net/disneyland_weekend_2011.htm, http://www.zinzins.net/peace_train.htm, http://www.zinzins.net/manutd_v_barca.htm, http://www.zinzins.net/xmas_&_alex_birthday.htm



Our first Annual Update sent to friends and family:



For the first time this year, we are sending our Christmas wishes with a recap of the year.  We feel that, with all our moves and changes, we're losing touch with too many people that we'd love to keep in contact with.  Plus, it has been a crazy year.  I personally am too old for all this!


1997 started at La Bellanderie, the lovely old manor house in the village of Saint Hilarion (50 miles southwest of Paris) that a friend,  . . ., rented to us the year before so that we would have the space to lodge our always-expanding family.  Nick (11 in July) and Tom (8 in October), my contributions, Daphné (10 in August) and Alban (8 in September), Marie-Hélène's contibutions, and Charlie (2 in August), our first joint effort, each had his or her own room, and all had a playroom as well as acres of woodland and stream to romp around in.  That house has spoiled us all for life; we may never be able to afford one like it again!

But the writing was on the wall in France.  The economy was gurgling happily down the drain; no government seems able or willing to tackle the entrenched set of entitlements and expectations that bleed the country's coffers and render individual initiative a last resort reserved for those who can't get what they need from the government.  While the French brutally disposed of their monarchy, they never seem to have lost the sense that the government owes them a living.  In return, they accept great governmental intrusion in their lives; . . ..  Plus, perhaps because I did not chose to remain living there, my own initiatives tended to fall flat.

Prompted by Marie-Hélène, we began to look into professional possibilities in California, where I have wanted to return ever since those dream years at U.C. Berkeley.  With the livelihood of five kids to consider, it was not a decision to be taken lightly.  Each of the older four would end up living a long way from one of their parents, for example, and neither Daphné nor Alban spoke more than a few words of English.  Then again, I have never met an adult who regretted emigrating to California when he or she was a kid.  And when we finished 1996 accounts and looked at what 1997 seemed to have in store for us in France, we basically had no choice but to move on.

I asked Marie-Hélène to marry me on the fabulous roller coaster at Disneyland in Paris that the kids call the "train fou", or runaway train, and think that she replied "oui", although it could have been "whoeeeeee"!  It was all a bit rushed because once we had decided to move, we couldn't dawdle.  It seemed right that she married with her family present, which would have been difficult had we waited until arriving in California.  She has never been married before, explaining Daphné and Alban as not one but two immaculate conceptions!  Some of you will have observed that it was not my first marriage, to which I can only respond that we all make mistakes, and that having suffered the consequences of prior mistakes makes the consequences of the new commitment more visible.  Neither of us is going into this with romantic illusions, but both with a great deal of feeling and heart.  It took France to teach this Englishman the meaning of romantic love.


We were married on May 24 in the local village hall, and catered a reception at "La Bellanderie" afterwards.  To those of you who were able to make it on such short notice, thank you very much (if you are on this side of the puddle, be prepared for a serious first anniversary celebration here!).  Special thank yous go out to Ronnie and Louise, who gave my family a presence in the face of all those French people (Marie-Hélène's family seemed LARGE that day), to Aunt Angela and Veronica Stevens and family (who had car trouble in Leeds, but were still only two weeks late!) and to Kay and Charles Tillion, who helped me feel that mum was with us.  She would have been thrilled. . . .

Not a month later, we flew to New York, spent a few days being tourists and then crossed the country from New York to San Francisco by train.  Americans will never appreciate as do we Europeans the grandeur and glory of all that land.  The trip lasted 3-1/2 days, and through the Rockies we travelled amazing lines with seemingly unlimited looping curves that I first read about as a little boy in a marvellous three-volume work that dad gave me, "Railway Wonders of the World".  They are!  And these wonders came served with a shower on the train, a family room for us to sleep and hang out in, and wide-angle observation seating for jet-lagged travellers watching the dawn come up over the Utah/Nevada border. [Photo taken in Colorado, with passengers reflected in the window]

The sad part of the trip, the abiding sadness for those of us who are settling into our new home in California, is that French judges who apparently did not appreciate me punished Nick and Tom for my sins, keeping them in France when we left and not interfering when their mother refused even to let them visit us over two school holidays.  Against their own expert's advice, they changed the boys residence to their mother's home, . . . .


This was in the boys' best interest, according to these judges and against the boys' own wishes, uniquely because France is best for them.  What logic!   . . . (additional ranting omitted!)

It feels so good to be back home after all the years of involuntary exile, and professionally things already look so much more encouraging here, but do we all miss the little guys.  We found the house just over a week after arriving in Santa Cruz.  It’s on the side of a hill about ten minutes from the ocean and downtown, surrounded by redwood decks and with redwoods growing on the property.  Apart from all the leaves that have to be cleared off the steep, 300 yard driveway, it’s a delight.  We’re next door to the “Mystery Spot”, “seen in Life Magazine”, and within commuting distance of Silicon Valley. 

Daphné and Alban lucked into the best local elementary school, where their English advances at an incredible pace and the headmistress and all the teachers glow with their passion for their charges.  It’s called Happy Valley School.  They both want skateboards for Christmas, have already made friends with a hippy-looking type on Pacific Avenue, the main street downtown (he’s a Math Professor at U.C. Santa Cruz who hails from Morocco), and are generally making the most of their new world.  Alban has fallen in love with kids’ soccer, and both of them are thrilled with the PCs available at school, during class and after. [The photo is of Alban celebrating his first Halloween in the US, at Happy Valley School.]




Marie-Hélène and I are expecting (God willing) our second son at the end of January, which will make four for each of us.  We are of course thrilled, as are all the other kids, present and absent.  Charlie sticks his tummy out and announces that he has a baby there, not his mum!  The mother-to-be is doing well, especially considering that initially (I recently obtained reversal of this refusal) she had to live with being turned down for health insurance on the basis of her pre-existing condition of pregnancy!  If you are reading this in the UK or France, this shameful side of the US may shock you; if you are reading it here, let’s not give up on some sort of national health insurance.  Having only left her home country for nine months earlier in her life, Marie-Hélène is doing an incredible job of settling into what is for her an alien world.  She has been delighted to discover that café life, coffee on the terrace and watching the world go by, is almost as much a part of life here as it is in Paris, with the added advantage that the patios are warm and sunny enough to sit on for much longer each year than in France.


As I say, there has been an awful lot going on!  It’ll take us a couple of years to recover from this one, but in the meantime it’s Christmas.  We are decorating the tree today, and now that the French courts have finally insisted look forward to Nick and Tom’s visiting us for the first time for Christmas (British Airways have never before struck me as a very human enterprise, but this time they have gone out of their way to help us be together).  With all of the upheavals that have accompanied the move (did I mention that a crooked French moving company is yet to deliver our furniture?), I still feel as if I have just come out of a dank and murky cave into a bright and colored world.

We are thinking of the friends that we have left behind and friends that we have rediscovered and are hoping to rediscover. [The photo is of us with Sue and Derek, the in-laws, at their place in Foster City.] Thank you to those who have gone out of their way to help us return, Michelle and Rick Plescia-Schultz in Los Angeles, and Rory and Jan Nielsen Little up here come immediately to mind.  And a very warm thank you to Russ and Annie Hanlon, whose first child Brendan arrived in September but who still found time to go out of their way again and again to help us settle in to their little town.

We wish you all good health and a Happy and Prosperous New Year.

Here is is our carousel of time, and here are other annual updates: 1994, 1995, 1996, 1998, 1999, 2000, 2001, 2002, 2003, 2004, 2005, 2006, 2007


Listing of Pages in the Site

. . . with Alban
. . . with Daphne
. . . with Nicholas
. . . with Thomas
2008 Diary
2008 Special Days
2009 Daphne Alban
2009 Diary
2009 Sports
2009: Tom in IOW
2009: Tom Visits
Alban 1997-2007
Alban Petit 1989-96
Alban with friends
Alex & Charlie's Friends
Alex 1998-2002
Alex Arrives
Alexander 2002-07
Big kids with . .
Breakers '05
Charles & Alex 2
Charles & Alex 3
Charles 1995-9
Charles 2000-07
Charlie's Here
Childrens' parties
Courtney & Antony's Wedding
Daphné 1997-2007
Daphné Petite 87-97
Death Valley
Diary to 2007
Dirty babies
Disney Decor
Disney Residents
Disney Rides
Disneyland 2011
Down the Coast
Faby & Jean
Family Groups
Fooling around
Graduations 2007
Graduations I
Happy Valley
Her Family
Her Friends
His Family 1
His Family 2
Historical Themes
Ian in England
Ian's 50th Birthday
Ian's friends
Ian's Work
Journal from 2008
La Bellanderie
La Grée
La Radinerie des Berhauts
Laura & Damian
Law School Reunion
Le Tahu
Little little guys
Maman Fille
Man Utd v. Barca
Missing You
Mountain Biking
Moving House
Moving Out
New York
Nick 1999-2007
Nick younger
Our Cars
Our Cats
Our Homes
Our House!
Pacific Grove
Papa Ian
Peace Train
Photo Albums
Pools I (1998-2001)
Pools II (2004)
Portraits 2008
Risky Flight
Road Trip!
Santa Cruz
Soccer in 2003
Soccer in 2008
Soccer: hobby #1!
Special Days
St. Malo
Surfing USA
Tahoe Weekend
Thanksgiving 2005
The Hanlons
Thorpe Park
To Santa Cruz
Tom 2000-07
Tom in Paris in 2008
Tom younger
West Cliff
Xmas 1994 -2001
Xmas 2002-2007
Zinzins in California!