Tuesday, July 2, 2019

Detention Centers

     I am happy to see that our elected representatives are "visiting" the disgraceful detention centers and calling attention to the horrific living conditions there.  THAT IS NOT ENOUGH. 
     Where are the religious leader?  The ones who helped enact the civil rights legislation in our country in response to Dr. Martin Luther King's letter from prison. 
     I am not nearly as eloquent a writer as Dr. King but the passion from my almost 80 year old soul is just as strong.  I cry when I hear about the abuses that are being inflicted on the children, the INNOCENT children, and the degradations being forced upon their parents.  What a shameful example that is being sent around the world.  We cannot criticize other countries for their denial of human rights.
     Please, religious leaders, please do something!!!

Friday, May 24, 2019

2017 - the worst year of my life

     My beloved husband of 55 years died in June and a part of me died with him.  We had a major love affair that lasted forever.  Besides, he was my best friend, soul mate, and a part of me.  For the last 30 years of my life we did everything together.  I had no idea how much his death effected me, even though my body was giving me signals:  in April, I had a very mild stroke, in June I fell down the cement steps (and broke 3 ribs) at the hospital.  And after he died, my body tried to go to pieces.  My children would have no part of it.  They insisted that I have physical therapy for deconditioning - whatever that means - and saw to it that I  got outside, drove, and participated in interesting activities.
     I am feeling better now and much stronger, although not as strong as I was 30-40 years ago.  I miss Edgar every day - out sharing of thoughts and ideas; our walks together; our pushing the shopping carts through the supermarkets; and mulling over the activities of our children and grandchildren.  We would of course, keep our suggestions to ourselves and I find that keeping my mouth shut is still a difficult task for me.
     Nevermind all my complaints; I would not trade my life and past years for anything.  I can only hope that all who read this can have the same kind of love affair and life that I had.

Friday, January 4, 2019

New Years Eve

     During my years, I have experienced many December 31st/January 1st.  And I usually recorded the ball drop in New York.  But, I don't remember how to set the VCR so - - -

     The New Years Eve that sticks in my memory is 1973/74.  Edgar has used up all  his vacation and sick leave time during 1973 so we caught a late flight on the 31st to Florida and we almost didn't make that   My mother was ill and fainted if you glanced at her wrong so she was in a wheel chair and out oldest was sick but we were told it was not strep throat because her temperature was too high and so she was pushed in a carriage and our youngest was less than 2.  He was happy standing in my lap and pushing the light and fan buttons on and off.  Our middle child was fine and eager to help any way she could.

     On the plane, sitting in back of us, was Jackie Gleason's band director.  Naturally, we had conversations and he was not at all annoyed at the baby's antics, my actions, or Edgar's concerns.  When he found out that we were getting off at St Petersburg, he asked us to please stay on the plane to Miami; that Jackie would cover it and Jackie would put us up in Miami because he wanted us to come to the great NYE party.  No surprises here.  We declined.  And we had a wonderful time in St Petersburg and both my mother and my daughter recovered.  We later found out that Jackie Gleason's NYE party  that year, was legendary.  NO REGRETS.

Wednesday, August 8, 2018

Shout out to seniors and old ones like me

     I am really proud of the seniors (and elderly) who object to their over protective children who want to wrap them in bubble wrap and have the floors carpeted with pillows.  I heard of an elderly man who disabled the alarm system on his bed that notified his children when he got up.  This man liked to get up and climb out of a window for an evening adventure.   And I have heard of lots of elderly  women who walk around with a rollator and yet, their children are sure that they are not strong enough to manage outside a rehab center.
     And there are also children who worry that their parent is not strong enough to manage on his/her own and want the parent to get rid of  everything that is not nailed down.  Just keep a suitcase of clothes and a chair.  Never mind memories and especially never mind comforts.  We "old people" have to keep asserting our rights to be independent and thank our children for their support and caring and frequent visits.

Wednesday, May 16, 2018

So Proud

     If this were a year ago, Edgar and I would have been in Times Square to see our son, Morris ring the opening bell for NASDAQ.  But, it's not, it's this year and as much as I would have wanted to be there, time and circumstances would not permit it.  But, my not being there does not, in any way, diminish the great pride and happiness that I feel, tinged by a little sadness.  Edgar would have been joyous. 
     I remember the first year Morris was at University of Wisconsin and was being interviewed on TV on the Big Ten network.  We were in Hawaii, and went to a Sports Bar, Giovanni Pastrami, across the street from our hotel on Lewers.  The help set up a TV at our table, and tuned in the Big Ten network for us.  Edgar ordered a Reubens with french fries, I had an iced tea.  And, after an interminably long introduction, the interview started.  We cheered, quietly we thought, when Morris was introduced, and answered the questions brilliantly.  Other patrons, watching real sporting events, came over and asked us what game was on and who we were cheering for.  "That's our son,"  we replied and half a dozen or so  asked to join us at the table and watch with us.  What fun!
     I'm sure that Times Square would have taken our glee in stride.  But we would probably have been dancing and cheering when he appeared in lights on the giant moving billboard on the crossroads of the world.

Wednesday, April 25, 2018

Old Hawaii

     Our first trip to Hawaii, 1990, opened our eyes to the beauty of this paradise.  Little did we realize that the environment and attitudes were ephemeral.  But we were lucky to be able to enjoy the true spirit of Aloha during all our 30+ trips.  We stayed at family owned and operated hotels and restaurants.  The lure of BIG BUCKS, at the expense of tourists, did not raise its ugly head until after our last trip (about 6 years ago).  The employees had been trained to think of the tourists as guests and, for the most part, that's the way we were treated.
     The term "Old Hawaii" was usually applied to the times right after WWII, when the Hawaiians became beach boys, dedicated to taking care of the rich white women and plying them with drinks and massages.  Their spare time jobs were surfing and escorting their women to beach side dinners.  But with the advent of the airplane, mainlanders could visit Hawaii in hours, rather than the weeks that were required on the cruise ships.  And, financially, airplane travel attracted the burgeoning middle class that had been excluded by the cruise ships.
     The burgeoning high rise building industry attracted the family-style entrepreneurs who used their own strength, children, other relatives, sweat, and ingenuity to erect their hotel/apartment buildings.  It  was all family and  employees considered themselves part of the family.  Then, as more and more tourists found these islands, the opportunity to make more and more money attracted big time  corporations and the families gave up personal control and oversight; enticed by the enormous sums of money.
     The neighborhood shops, owned and operated by family and family members lined the small side streets in and around Waikiki and a common sight included mothers and their children, enjoying a plate lunch.  T-shirts, shells, jewelry, towels, and other kinds of tourist mementos vied for attention and low price were the norm.  The Internatoal Marketplace, built around a very large banyon tree sprawled along several valuable blocks in Waikiki.  Tourists and locals alike shopped there and smiles and friendliness ruled.  But, and this is a big but, the prime real estate proved to be too much of a lure for the land owners.  Little by little, and then all at once, the small local shops disappeared and were replaced by typical shopping center stores.  Gone was the Hawaiian atmosphere and in its place were stores that existed in every mall all over the world.  Macy s, Kate Spade, Rolex, Banana Republic, Nike, Tiffany, and so forth.  No more fun to shop there.
     There were still strolling musicians, mimes, palm leaf hat makers, time-share sellers, and the like but those people exist all over.  The magic of Hawaii was lost to the large corporations, at least for me.

Friday, March 2, 2018

Jerome Coopersmith

Edgar and I watched the old original Hawaii Five-0 TV shows with regularity.  And we had our favorites, particularly the one with Helen Hayes.  And as we watched them in reruns, we realized that the ones we enjoyed the most were written by Jerome Coopersmith.  That got Edgar to musing and he thought that he had a class or two with Coopersmith at Penn.  As we paid more attention to the writer credits, we saw that Edgar's memory must have been correct.  On at least two occasions, a character in the story was named Edgar.  One of them was Edgar P.