Many years ago, in the summer of my youth, I designed an exercise and movement program for older adults. I even convinced Georgia Public television to film me leading the programs with the intention of broadcasting them as a series and selling them to Senior Centers. It was successful and it was gratifying. It also became popular. Continue reading “Use It or Lose It!”
It’s just as easy to do something right the first time. (Not true. The trick is to try again.)
It’s just as easy to marry a rich man as a poor man. (no comment.)
Let that be a lesson for you. (It usually was)
Don’t come crying to me when…( I rarely did, as I remember.)
If you can’t say something nice about anyone, don’t say anything.(Still think of his one.)
You’re so selfish. (OUch! hey I was a teen ager! but, Essentially correct.)
You’re capable of being right on top. A straight A student if you really tried. (I didn’t really care, nor did I really try.)
I bend over backwards for you and all I get is a kick in the pants. (I think she must have meant forward.)
Don’t wear dirty sneakers. ( I just ignored this mandate.) Along with, “Go upstairs and change your shoes!)
Mothers have eyes in the backs of their head. (I believed it!) (Still do.)
I put you on a pedestal and you knock yourself off. (so true, I didn’t like being on a damn pedestal.)
Waitressing: It’s not a job for a nice Jewish girl. (The answer I’d get when I asked to go to the Cape to waitress for the summer with a non-Jewish friend.)
OK, what are YOURS?
For my mother, summer could never last long enough. Each summer she made a grim pronouncement that summer was half over once the 4th of July came and went. I argued with her to no avail. She actually experienced dread as the too short summer season in New England moved inevitably forward. She really should have lived in California. Continue reading “Sweet Memories of New England Summers”
When I was a child, there was no question in my mind that I would become a dancer when I grew up. Unfortunately for my long term plans I developed asthma at age 13 and that made my tutu dreams impossible. What to do?
I made it back from Japan with a day to spare, in time for my granddaughter’s high school graduation.
We were all smiling happily and saying halleluyah once she had her diploma in hand. She’s wildly creative, perceptive, entrepreneurial and charming. She’s also more than a bit of a rebel, authority adverse, and has never seen the point of many things that most of us never bother to question. Bless her heart. I love her dearly, and I love her questioning. I know she has most essential ingredients to “make it” and lead a very interesting life.
I couldn’t help comparing the differences between our two generations. Who’d ever heard of a gap year in 1958?
(https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Gap_year
When I mentioned a similar idea to my Mom, suggesting that it might be a good idea for me to take a year off from college to try and figure out what I wanted to do with my life, she acted as if I told her I wanted to run away with the circus. End of discussion.
