Sylvia Siegel was a pioneering activist whose tenacious defense of consumers and the poor will be severely missed. All communities need an outspoken advocate who asks the difficult questions and gets results. Sylvia did both.
Sylvia’s work spared millions of Californians from paying higher utility rates, and her zeal inspired people across the state. We will both miss Sylvia and her passion for pursuing the public good.
Senator Christine Kehoe
Senator Carole Migden
Friday, September 14, 2007
Friday, August 31, 2007
By Adele Levine
Sylvia was at our wedding in 1957. Paul was Sam's childhood/boyhood/adulthood friend. We go back well over 50 years, with lots of great memories. There are many words describing Sylvia, but the word I've never known to be used is 'boring'. Knowing her and her energy and her creativity and her quirkiness was always fascinating and 'different'. You learned to roll with that uniqueness, though at times it was daunting.
When we unveiled Sam's headstone she and Paul arrived (she had a walker by then) and as they made it from the car across the grass at the cemetary, she spotted Bill Lockyer, who was then Speaker pro tem of the Senate. She headed for him and with finger wagging challenging him on a political issue and though he was twice her size, reduced him to half her size. He didn't know what hit him, though he, like most in Sacramento, was quite familiar with Sylvia's ways.
When Sylvia and I visited, our talks were wide-ranging, though more and more they focused on her two grandchildren and their accomplishments. They were going to go to Stanford, for sure!
As she aged she remained 'in tune' with what was happening politically and was sure that she had the answers to the problems, if only 'they' would listen.
Through Smith to Redwoods, visiting her continued to be a joy, until it wasn't a joy anymore. The last time I saw her, I was unrecognized and decided that the Sylvia I knew no longer was in the body of the person who was living at Redwoods. I wept as I drove away, and immediately had a soft collision with a car in front of me. I thought of all the words Sylvia might use on an occasion like that, and began to giggle while exchanging info with the other driver. She has left me with an abundance of great memories. How could you forget the likes of Sylvia!!! It would be an outrage...
When we unveiled Sam's headstone she and Paul arrived (she had a walker by then) and as they made it from the car across the grass at the cemetary, she spotted Bill Lockyer, who was then Speaker pro tem of the Senate. She headed for him and with finger wagging challenging him on a political issue and though he was twice her size, reduced him to half her size. He didn't know what hit him, though he, like most in Sacramento, was quite familiar with Sylvia's ways.
When Sylvia and I visited, our talks were wide-ranging, though more and more they focused on her two grandchildren and their accomplishments. They were going to go to Stanford, for sure!
As she aged she remained 'in tune' with what was happening politically and was sure that she had the answers to the problems, if only 'they' would listen.
Through Smith to Redwoods, visiting her continued to be a joy, until it wasn't a joy anymore. The last time I saw her, I was unrecognized and decided that the Sylvia I knew no longer was in the body of the person who was living at Redwoods. I wept as I drove away, and immediately had a soft collision with a car in front of me. I thought of all the words Sylvia might use on an occasion like that, and began to giggle while exchanging info with the other driver. She has left me with an abundance of great memories. How could you forget the likes of Sylvia!!! It would be an outrage...
Wednesday, August 29, 2007
Remembering Sylvia, by William T. Bagley, Esq.
I’d say “practiced outrage”, that was Sylvia. Drafted by George Deukmejian in 1983, I served a short unexpired term on the CPUC—’83-85 and then returned to my law firm. Ah, Sylvia—we had so much fun. I don’t recall ever casting a vote “for” her, but I obtained a Deukmejian signature on a bill to authorize T.U.R.N. to obtain intervener fees (should have asked for a finder’s fee).
Instead, I bought Scotch (Red and Black label) for Sylvia. She would walk the halls in the old office building (I named 350 McAllister the “Earl Warren Building” while in the Legislature). Her feet hurt—at about 5:00 p.m. she would “pussy-foot” into my office. I’d pour scotch, foot pain was relieved. Never a vote, but a relationship.
At CPUC meetings, Sylvia would stand, indicating her presence, physically and vocally. At times I would shout to her (respectfully) “be quiet”. She would react with a zinger directed at me. Government was a “hobby” for me—have fun and do good was my motto. Sylvia and I were on the same page, sort of.
She once, while standing, leaned on the light switch and the whole hearing room went dark. I wish I could recall the remarks, stated from the dais and the light-switch wall between Sylvia and myself. Here’s to Sylvia—she was a great lady and to Mike Florio, a good guy, a gentleman and a fine attorney.
(Posted on behalf of the Honorable William T. Bagley)Sunday, August 26, 2007
Sylvia remembered, by Rob Feraru
I worked with Sylvia when I was staffer in the Legislature and when I worked at the CPUC.
Sylvia is one of those indelible figures that one encounters in this life.
I remember her in several different kinds of situations.
She could shine in many ways.
She was a canny strategist who knew when to push and how and on whom.
She was a successful advocate and a worthy adversary in policy fights, effectively using the modest weapons on her side....the truth, the media, her loyal changing cadre of shitkicking attorneys and other staff, and the members of TURN.
She was a fearsome force when speaking truth to power, (only occasionally going too far, in my humble opinion).
She was a loyal, fierce ally in battle.
She was a sweet, wise, hard edged fighter.
She knew how to relax after a hard day.
I am proud to have known her.
I vow to keep a part of her alive in my continued activism.
Sylvia is one of those indelible figures that one encounters in this life.
I remember her in several different kinds of situations.
She could shine in many ways.
She was a canny strategist who knew when to push and how and on whom.
She was a successful advocate and a worthy adversary in policy fights, effectively using the modest weapons on her side....the truth, the media, her loyal changing cadre of shitkicking attorneys and other staff, and the members of TURN.
She was a fearsome force when speaking truth to power, (only occasionally going too far, in my humble opinion).
She was a loyal, fierce ally in battle.
She was a sweet, wise, hard edged fighter.
She knew how to relax after a hard day.
I am proud to have known her.
I vow to keep a part of her alive in my continued activism.
Thursday, August 23, 2007
Mom's last couple of years
Thanks to all who have sent your well wishes... it has really meant a lot to both me and Rich. It's touching and gratifying to know how many people have admired her and been impacted by her life's work. Her death has also been a chance to reconnect with old friends and family who contacted us after learning of her passing.
For many of you, Mom's death may have been a surprise or a shock, but for us, we are feeling a mixture of sadness and relief, as she has been on a long, slow descent. A lot has been written about her career until she retired, but I thought you might be interested to hear about the last years of her life.
She has been on a steady decline for the past several years, suffering from disabling rheumatoid arthritis and the after-effects of a broken hip, which left her unable to walk or even transfer herself from a wheelchair to a bed. More recently, in the past couple of years, she has suffered from increasing dementia. In January of this year, after two acute illnesses, we enrolled her in hospice, as it was clear that she didn't have much longer to live, and we wanted her to spend her last days in as much comfort as possible. Hospice was wonderful, coming to visit during the week, and administering medications that kept her as comfortable as possible. It's been difficult for us to go see her much recently (for a lot of reasons), so hospice gave us some measure of comfort that she was not alone. About a month before her death, her knee (replaced 15 or so years ago) completely failed, leaving her unable to move her knee. About a week before her death she stopped eating, and became completely unresponsive a couple of days before she finally passed away. It was time, and we're thankful she went so peacefully.
Over the past six years, despite being in a lot of pain from the arthritis, and seeing her mobility decrease every day, she never complained. She did, however, yell, as befits her nature. As you might imagine, Mom's strong character and colorful personality was an incredible asset as a consumer advocate. It was not, however, for communal living!
When we first moved her to the Redwoods in Mill Valley (a wonderful facility), she was placed in a room close to the dining hall (due to her limited mobility) with the mother of our high school math teacher, Frank Gold. Mrs. Gold was a vibrant strong, opinionated woman, just like Mom. Needless to say, it didn't take very long before she had to move rooms. I'd say that in the time she was at the Redwoods she must have moved ten times, due to "incompatible" roommates. With one, it even came to blows! (Of course when you're 87 and severely disabled, it's difficult to do actual harm. But it's grounds for a change of roommates!) In the early years there, her best roommate was comatose.
I do think that despite her ornery nature, the Redwoods staff did enjoy having her there because she was colorful and had a great sense of humor. She loved to sing to herself whenever the mood struck her, and always enjoyed her 4 PM glass of watered-down scotch, which we had to keep stocked at the Redwoods for her use.
I remember one time when I came to visit, I found her sitting in the dining hall, "reading" a Wall Street Journal. She remarked to me that she was very busy because Con Edison had just done some outrageous thing that she was going to have to do something about. In the later years as her dementia got worse, she lived in her mind in a time in the past that was very meaningful for her. She liked to say that she had an active mind, and she really did. I think that she might even have been happy, even though she was living in a different decade.
Mom was an extraordinary woman, and accomplished great things, many after the age of 50. She will always be an inspiration to me. I can't help thinking that whereever she is right now, she's stirring up trouble...
For many of you, Mom's death may have been a surprise or a shock, but for us, we are feeling a mixture of sadness and relief, as she has been on a long, slow descent. A lot has been written about her career until she retired, but I thought you might be interested to hear about the last years of her life.
She has been on a steady decline for the past several years, suffering from disabling rheumatoid arthritis and the after-effects of a broken hip, which left her unable to walk or even transfer herself from a wheelchair to a bed. More recently, in the past couple of years, she has suffered from increasing dementia. In January of this year, after two acute illnesses, we enrolled her in hospice, as it was clear that she didn't have much longer to live, and we wanted her to spend her last days in as much comfort as possible. Hospice was wonderful, coming to visit during the week, and administering medications that kept her as comfortable as possible. It's been difficult for us to go see her much recently (for a lot of reasons), so hospice gave us some measure of comfort that she was not alone. About a month before her death, her knee (replaced 15 or so years ago) completely failed, leaving her unable to move her knee. About a week before her death she stopped eating, and became completely unresponsive a couple of days before she finally passed away. It was time, and we're thankful she went so peacefully.
Over the past six years, despite being in a lot of pain from the arthritis, and seeing her mobility decrease every day, she never complained. She did, however, yell, as befits her nature. As you might imagine, Mom's strong character and colorful personality was an incredible asset as a consumer advocate. It was not, however, for communal living!
When we first moved her to the Redwoods in Mill Valley (a wonderful facility), she was placed in a room close to the dining hall (due to her limited mobility) with the mother of our high school math teacher, Frank Gold. Mrs. Gold was a vibrant strong, opinionated woman, just like Mom. Needless to say, it didn't take very long before she had to move rooms. I'd say that in the time she was at the Redwoods she must have moved ten times, due to "incompatible" roommates. With one, it even came to blows! (Of course when you're 87 and severely disabled, it's difficult to do actual harm. But it's grounds for a change of roommates!) In the early years there, her best roommate was comatose.
I do think that despite her ornery nature, the Redwoods staff did enjoy having her there because she was colorful and had a great sense of humor. She loved to sing to herself whenever the mood struck her, and always enjoyed her 4 PM glass of watered-down scotch, which we had to keep stocked at the Redwoods for her use.
I remember one time when I came to visit, I found her sitting in the dining hall, "reading" a Wall Street Journal. She remarked to me that she was very busy because Con Edison had just done some outrageous thing that she was going to have to do something about. In the later years as her dementia got worse, she lived in her mind in a time in the past that was very meaningful for her. She liked to say that she had an active mind, and she really did. I think that she might even have been happy, even though she was living in a different decade.
Mom was an extraordinary woman, and accomplished great things, many after the age of 50. She will always be an inspiration to me. I can't help thinking that whereever she is right now, she's stirring up trouble...
Tuesday, August 21, 2007
The Queen of Ratepayer Advocates
Some people we meet in life are impossible to forget; Sylvia Siegel was one of those people. Decades ago an unusual “sit-in” at the California Public Utilities Commission (CPUC) brought me to San Francisco.
On that summer day in 1981, an unlikely alliance of doctors, business owners, ministers, professors, accountants, parents and grandparents from San Luis Obispo chose to step outside their comfort zones to question the wisdom of putting nuclear reactors on California’s seismically active coast.
Sylvia joined us, called her press contacts, and made sure everyone knew this “sit-in” had TURN’s full support. From that day forward, Sylvia visited us often and became a friend and champion we relied upon and never forgot.
When Sylvia stood on the steps of the Public Utilities Commission, she didn’t mince words about cost overruns and delays – the bane of the nuclear industry. Her righteous indignation when the CPUC allowed PG&E to charge ratepayers a ten-fold rate increase, without reviewing the reason, was a sight to behold.
California owes a great debt to Sylvia Siegel; she left behind an organization of incredibly talented advocates who will keep her spirit alive wherever and whenever ratepayers’ interests are at stake.
Rochelle Becker is executive director of the Alliance for Nuclear Responsibility, a statewide organization dedicated to sustainable, non-nuclear energy solutions.
On that summer day in 1981, an unlikely alliance of doctors, business owners, ministers, professors, accountants, parents and grandparents from San Luis Obispo chose to step outside their comfort zones to question the wisdom of putting nuclear reactors on California’s seismically active coast.
Sylvia joined us, called her press contacts, and made sure everyone knew this “sit-in” had TURN’s full support. From that day forward, Sylvia visited us often and became a friend and champion we relied upon and never forgot.
When Sylvia stood on the steps of the Public Utilities Commission, she didn’t mince words about cost overruns and delays – the bane of the nuclear industry. Her righteous indignation when the CPUC allowed PG&E to charge ratepayers a ten-fold rate increase, without reviewing the reason, was a sight to behold.
California owes a great debt to Sylvia Siegel; she left behind an organization of incredibly talented advocates who will keep her spirit alive wherever and whenever ratepayers’ interests are at stake.
Rochelle Becker is executive director of the Alliance for Nuclear Responsibility, a statewide organization dedicated to sustainable, non-nuclear energy solutions.
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