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85 Year Anniversary: Nellie’s Got Milk!

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On February 18, 2015 you may say, “When cows fly. . .” instead of

the usual expression which includes another livestock animal- pigs.

Why?  Because Elm Farm Ollie,  a Guernsey  cow engaged  in  an

experiment in seeing how a cow would do up in an airplane while

she was being milked.

 

Nellie Jay was her farm name and she became famous and known as,

“Elm Farm Ollie” while she traveled on a trip of 72 miles on the

airplane.

 

It left Bismarck, Missouri to arrive at St. Louis, Missouri.

Later, her special (show) nickname became, “Sky Queen.”

(Not to be mixed up with the “Dancing Queen.”)

 

On February 18 of 1930,  scientists and a publicity stunt combined

in efforts to discover if placing a cow up on an airplane and milking

her would change her ability to produce milk.  Nellie was already

celebrated among neighboring farms in Bismarck, Missouri. She

was known to produce enough milk to be milked three times daily.

 

Nellie Jay’s productivity added up to 24 quarts a day!

 

On Nellie Jay’s adventure of her lifetime, not only did she have to

endure flying, but a stranger named Elsworth W. Bunce was her

‘guest milker.’

 

Elsworth was to become renowned as the,

“First man who ever milked a cow mid-flight.”

 

Another incredulous detail of this flying cow story were the results.

She was able to be milked efficiently, the milk was sealed in paper

cartons, parachuted down to earth and she had a famous person

drink her milk:  Charles Lindbergh.

 

Rumor has it that Lindbergh reportedly received and drank a glass

of Elm Farm Ollie’s air-dropped milk.

 

There are some really quaint and precious photographs of this

patient, easygoing cow. She is giving rides to little children wearing

bonnets while riding on her back.There may even be a cowboy hat

on one of the children.

 

Also, there is a sweet painting of Nellie Jay, as her Elm Farm owners

affectionately called her. The painting is labeled as, “Elm Farm Ollie,”

which was painted by E. D. Thalinger. (No, that is NOT  J.D. Salinger,

the author pronounced by someone with a lisp!)

 

“Time Magazine” wrote two articles about air shows late that

winter of 1930. But there is no mention any cows taking airplane

flights.

 

The dates were coincidentally close to the time of the ‘trail blazing

event:’  February 24, 1930 and March 3, 1930.

 

What could have possibly been more exciting or entertaining for

“Time Magazine” to write about, if not the amazing Nellie Jay,

otherwise known as Elm Farm Ollie or Sky Queen?

 

Do you think they should use this somehow in the “Got Milk”

campaign?

Had you ever heard of this hilarious scientific dairy story?

 

 

Although the facts were collected from articles in Wikipedia

and online, this is an original essay by reocochran (2/16/15).

 

 

 

Patriots’ Day: Solidarity

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There is a quotation being volleyed about called, “The Slurry Walls of Life.” I

received it twice now. Once, from someone far away, but a U.S. citizen, and the

second time I read this was in our September church newsletter. Neither time

was an author given credit. This upsets me, almost like I am ‘pirating’ someone’s

thoughts. If you happen to see this, with an author attached, please let me know!

I hope these words will hold something meaningful to give to you,  a few days

ahead of  the actual Patriots’ Day.  This quote comes exactly as I received it, no

editing or changes made.

 

I think on the actual day of 9/11/14, I will be silent. . .

 

“As horrific as 9/11 was, it could’ve been even worse if not for a 30 year old

engineering feat. Reaching some 70 feet underground, a 3 foot thick concrete

structure called a ‘slurry wall’ surrounded the base of the World Trade Center

complex. Designed to prevent the Hudson River from flooding the basement,

this wall prevented New York’s subway system from flooding and countless

additional people from dying on September 11, 2001.

 

A ‘slurry wall’ is constructed by pouring a thick, goopy mixture of powdered

clay and water into a deep, narrow trench. The solution coats the sides,

preventing water and soil from collapsing the trench. Pipes are then inserted

through the slurry, and concrete is pumped into the trench, pushing the slurry

up and out.

 

At the World Trade Center, the concrete formed such a strong wall that even

two airplanes and the falling towers didn’t fracture it. Part of the ‘slurry wall’

stands at the 9/11 Memorial site, a symbol of resilience.

 

Sometimes God uses life’s ‘slurry’ to make us stronger than we ever thought

possible. We might wish something yucky hadn’t happened- – until we discover

it was part of what sustained us, making us resilient and enabling us to rise out

of the destruction and death to an awe-inspiring new life.”

(Author Unknown)

 

This much I could research, that the original ‘slurry walls’ construction, under

the World Trade Center, were supervised by a man named, Arturo Lamberto

Ressi di Cervia. This building supervisor passed away at age 72 in August, 2013.

He lived almost 12 years past that day of sadness, to see this job become the

base of the Memorial. The construction workers need to feel satisfaction in their

awesome work on the ‘slurry walls.’

 

Arturo Lamberto Ressi di Cervia’s professional crew poured the walls of support

that survived the crashes. Construction supervisor, Mr. di Cervia, must have

felt a little better that his workers’ wall held back further destruction and may

have prevented more deaths.  Although, it is nearly impossible to be proud of

your accomplishments, in the midst of death and sorrow.  Acknowledgment

to the crew only seems ‘right’ to do, as to ALL the workers who came to the

rescue of the ones injured, helping to unbury the living and the ones who died

on this horrific day. Rescue dogs wore themselves out, helping to find so many

‘buried’ people.

 

There is a fine article (not containing the above quotation) from a man named,

David W. Dunlap, written about the construction of the ‘slurry walls.’ Dunlap’s

article was published on 9/11/13/ in the New York Times:

“Looking to a Wall that Limited the Devastation of the World Trade Center.”

 

Solemn Poem

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This Emily Dickinson poem is quite solemn and sad.

It offers little solace to those who read it.

I feel bad, imagining her writing this.

She only lived 56 years.

 

I am not sure why,

since it is Summer,

I am posting this.

 

I think it is because of a few of my friends,

fellow bloggers, are going through more

turmoil than I would wish for them

to have to go through.

 

There has been another enormous tragedy, the Malaysian airplane

which held possibly 300 people in it. The images of its crashing

down in the Ukraine, imprinted on my thoughts today.

There are some assumptions of its being shot down

or a bomb having been set off, within it.

Most of the television newscasters

are leaning towards the former,

rather than the latter

conclusion.

 

“A Certain Slant of Light”

~ Emily Dickinson ~

(1830 – 1886)

 

“There’s a certain Slant of light,

Winter afternoons

That oppresses like the Heft

Of Cathedral tunes.

 

Heavenly Hurt, it give us

We can find no scar,

But internal difference

Where the meanings, are.

 

None may teach it- Any-

‘Tis the seal Despair

An Imperial affliction

Sent us of the Air.

 

When it comes, the Landscape listens

Shadows hold their breath

When it goes, ’tis like the Distance

On the look of Death.”

 

Reprinted on the internet with permission from

Amhearst College, from the book,

“The Poems of Emily Dickinson,”

originally published posthumously, in 1951.

A Handful of Humor for Hump Day

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Do you sometimes find it hard to choose your favorite title for your posts?

I had a few, I will try them out on you…

Wednesday Humor

Midweek Chuckles

Smart Aleck Retorts

Quick Comebacks

and

Smarty Pants!

Here are some carefully chosen situations that there is a funny response given:

1. The police officer got out of his car, as the kid who was stopped for speeding,

rolled down his window.

The officer said,

“I’ve been waiting for you all day!”

The teenager replied,

“Yeah, well I got here as fast as I could!”

The cop finally stopped laughing, sending the teen on his way without a ticket.

 

2. A truck driver was driving along on the freeway when he noticed a sign that

read:  “Low Bridge Ahead.”

Before he knew it, the bridge was right in front of him and his truck got wedged

under it. (This happened on Central Avenue which is Rte. 37, Delaware, Ohio.)

Cars were backed up for miles, back into town.

Finally, a police car made it through on the traffic.  The other side of the road

was open, so it was hard to convince people to let him through!

The policeman got out of his car, walked to the truck driver, put his hands on

his hips and said, “Got stuck, huh?”

“As the small town legend goes” the truck driver replied in a smart a- – way,

“No, I was delivering this bridge and ran out of gas.”

 

3. It was mealtime on an airline flight. (Wonder what airline still serves a meal?)

The flight attendant asked a passenger seated in First Class section:

“Would you like dinner?”

The person asked,

“What are my choices?”

She smiled and leaned over, saying in a confidential tone:

“Yes or no.”

 

4. A lady was picking through the frozen turkeys last Thanksgiving, at the grocery

store. She couldn’t find one big enough for her large family, coming from out of

town. She finally flagged down a stocker, a young man, asking:

“Do these turkeys get any bigger?”

In a deadpan tone, he replied, biting his grin back:

“No, ma’am, they’re dead.”

 

5. A flight attendant was stationed at the departure gate, to check tickets.

As a man approached, she extended her hand for the ticket and he opened

his trench coat and flashed her.

Without missing a beat, she requested:

“Sir, I need to see your ticket, not your stub.”

 

I have become rather ‘lazy’ on Wednesdays, giving you smiles but no original

thoughts. It was another hot day and hope you found these to be ‘cool’ and

‘fresh!’

Let me know if you don’t mind this kind of  ‘break’ from my usual researched

and informative essays or my activity oriented adventures with friends and

family!

Peace, hope and safe travels

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I had just got off the phone from talking to my good and oldest

friend, Patrice, (that I still stay in touch with), who was preparing

for her annual trip to Charlevoix, Michigan. We both say sometimes

we should just call it, “Camelot.” Bill and I traveled up there once, to

see her sister’s renovated Castle Farms. The town is beautiful, with

Lake Charlevoix and the special houses that look like mushrooms are

there, too. The Castle is so breathtakingly Princess-like I complained

when we had to leave!

We did venture North ward to the Upper Peninsula, the locks, great

waterfalls, the towering evergreens, and Lake Michigan, too. I did

stop complaining, I think I was just missing my Patrice, who is

a source of comfort and joy. We saw all kinds of other fantastic

sights!

Pat had packed up her bags, shipped her papers and medications

up to Charlevoix, had completed a few different doctors’ visits,

and was relaxing. Pat’s sister, Linda, would be coming to take

them to the airport and she patiently listened to my nervous

energy and anxiousness about my Mom. She gave me comfort that

she had put my Mom on their church’s Prayer Chain, earlier in

the week.

We sang a little bit of “Leaving on a Jet Plane,” to cheer us both up.

She’s ready to leave soon. My car is packed, ready to go. Stopping

to call her before I go post this story about Mom and plans made.

Ever since Hurricane Katrina, this has become Pat’s yearly routine.

She has only once come back to Long Beach to find roof damage, no

serious side effects that could be compared to the year the hurricane

disaster hit the gulf coast.

since she hates and fears the potential

She has always, ever since I met her freshman year in college,

imparted heavenly peaceful feelings to me. She is my ‘Zen.’

Patrice was my first and only “Maid of Honor.” We’ve shared

a lot and has known my Mom since 1978. Both her parents died,

while she went to live down there, taking care of her Mom first,

then her Dad. Living in their retirement home, now.

She gave me a lot of reassurances and reminders of how ‘spunky’

and ‘strong-willed’ my mother is. I am prepared to see her in a few

short hours.

Mom had been a little strange, had hurt her leg, twisting it a

little as she got out of the “Whistle Stop” restaurant booth.

My brother and I had decided to see what the place that had taken

over the old Cahoon Winery would look like, what their food would

be like and found the atmosphere and the prime rib dinners very

satisfying. Mom did not recognize it, due to its internal changes

but the outside, she had exclaimed,

“Dad painted this in acrylics, didn’t he?”

It was one of the many paintings my Dad had decorated the house

with, before my brother started to paint ‘real art.’

My brothers had said the twist that had produced pain and a

slight limp, would be ‘just fine,’ only a muscle strain and

not even a bruise on Easter, when I was with her in the

bathroom, looking at Mom’s leg.

I had sent cards, reminding her to use a heating pad. I had

added another suggestion to alternate with a bag of frozen peas,

and ‘Make sure you elevate it!’

When I had to leave on Easter, she had reassured me that she would

be okay and I hugged and kissed her. I always am torn between seeing

my grandchildren and children, and the possibility that Mom may be

not as well the next time I go up there.

As I was leaving, she told me she was not used to putting her feet up

to relax on her sofa. There is a nice, soft ottoman that is part of

her living room set.

Then, recently, I was filled with some trepidation, when my brother

called during a work day. He had left a message saying he had called

an ambulance, met my Mom at the hospital.

She ended up staying the three days, that allows to have her Medicaid

‘kick in,’ along with having a battery of tests. Not many medications,

not really any results.

They did not understand why she was ‘lethargic’ and rather

‘non-responsive’ but once the I.V’s kicked in, she had ‘rallied,’

was renewed and ‘herself’ again.

I should be grateful for small mercies, knowing that she could have

had something more seriously wrong. There is a knot by her knee,

that is healing. She will have ten days of therapy, visiting in

her senior living apartment.

I talked to Mom for an hour this week, she shared with me a sort of

funny explanation. She knew my brother was coming to get her for

dinner, she had fallen asleep taking a nap. She was wearing a t-shirt

and underwear. When the knock at the door came, she had called out,

“Who’s there?”

My brother had answered, so she thought the quickest way to get to the

door was to ‘crawl.’ This is her explanation of what she did.

Yup, Mom crawled to the door to greet my brother, on her knees.

That ‘set off alarms, in my mind,’ too!

My brother said,

“It’s locked, Mom!”

She replied,

“I’m on my way, just a minute!”

She stretched and unlocked the door, remaining on all fours.

He looked at her, then looked at her dog, Nicki, who was sitting

beside her.

I am sure this was quite a shock to his system!

Nicki usually is nervous when people come in, ‘whimpering.’ Even

familiar people and family members. Mom moved to a chair, climbing

on it to sit down.

Anyway, with much reassurances that she was fine, he called

downstairs and found that my very polite mother had received

three days in a row, calls from the front desk, asking if

she was ‘all right.’

Each time, my Mom had said “I’m fine, thank you,” hanging up.

They did not ask why she didn’t go to the dining room nor did

they offer to send her up a dinner. This will be discussed in

the later part of June, when my brother can be there, along

with staff and the social worker. The ‘protocol’ was told to

us, that if someone did not come to the dining room, (without

cancelling their dinner, as sometimes people do to eat out with

their family) they would send someone up to check on them.

This is why my brother my Mom had appeared lethargic, almost

comatose and delusional! She probably had eaten a tablespoon of

peanut butter and endless cups of coffee. She is not one to

convince easily to use the microwaveable meals and other food

items that we put in her refrigerator.

By the way, Mom’s little dog is staying with her ‘sister’ who

is a half dachshund and half beagle, nine years younger, her big

brother, Hamlet, who is a golden retriever and her huge sister,

Fiona, who is a Newfoundland, at my brother and sister in law’s

house, across the street.

My brother and sister in law, are heading this weekend to Bethany

Beach, Maryland. They will be taking the big dogs, Hamlet and Fiona,

leaving the little ones, Nicki (my Mom’s shih tzu) and her other

one, she had to give up to move into the senior apt., Bella for

my brother to watch, take care of and feed. I look forward to his

coming over after he works, plays volleyball or tennis, along with

his other activities. I picked up a few movies, older ones for Mom

and I to watch and action ones where the three of us will watch.

I am filled with less trepidation, just sadness, because I am

not sure how Mom will “be” over the weekend. I had sent a couple

of “Get Well” cards this week. Unless she made it to the mail box

she knows from my big letters on her white board on the kitchen

wall and her calendar over the sink, “Robin will be here for

Memorial Day weekend, on May 23- May 26.”

I saved the rather amusing “Mom’s version of what happened before

she got taken in the ambulance” for you to possibly chuckle at!

In her recounting of the crazy, cuckoo, some would say, “Did you

lose some of your marbles?” moments, I gathered that she was not,

in the least, embarrassed about her state of undress, when greeting

my brother.

By showing a fine sense of humor, she had told me, ‘right off

the bat:’

“Hello, Robin! I am fine, I was in the hospital and got a few

meals along with tests. I hate to tell you this, but I would

not have passed the ‘dining room dress code’ the other day,

when your brother came to get me to take me out to dinner! I

had no pants on!”

Last summer, the signs to enter the dining room had first said,

“No shorts allowed in the Dining Room.”

I had inquired of the seating hostess, “Why did this happen? Surely,

no one would wear ‘short shorts’ in the dining room.”

I had ‘capri shorts’ on which ‘passed inspection’ for dining that

summer evening.

She had leaned over and whispered to me,

“A few gentlemen came to the dining room wearing boxer shorts!”

She had added in a rather horrified tone,

“And one’s overlapped fly, didn’t exactly overlap!”

Later last summer, 2013, apparently someone had come in their

bathrobe to dinner!

A new sign had been posted upon my next monthly visit:

“Proper Attire Required in the Dining Room.

NO shorts.

No pajamas, robes, boxer shorts or otherwise

bed clothes allowed.

Men and women must wear pants.”

I laughed (back then) when it had become such a wild and long

list, almost like the silly Jean Kerr’s “Please Don’t Eat the

Daisies” book where she had forgotten to tell the children in

the New York apartment that request.

I had stopped worrying about my Mom’s mental state when she made

that joke about proper dining room apparel. But, when she said

she wanted to ‘do all the things we usually do, like go to the

grocery store and eat out, at least twice!’ I had become rather

concerned. Hopefully, she and her walker will be just fine and

we will have a grand old time up in Cleveland, ‘tooling around

like we usually do!’

Hope you all have a happy Memorial Day!

Hope there are lots of good times with family or friends.

A few moments of meditation and memories for loved ones, too.

Enjoy your three-day weekend!

May it be safe and peaceful.

Wacky Wednesday

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Blame it on that silly television show, “Mike and Molly,” with the

indomitable Melissa McCarthy and her husband’s character played by

Billy Gardell! I had the song, “Elvira,” with its quirky words

playing in my ear all day today! “Giddy up, Hi ho, Silver!” and

more of those lyrics are like the “earwigs” that you just cannot

get out of your head! Mike’s mother had an 8 track tape of the song,

stuck in her car. Mike’s car was needing to be repaired. He gets

permission to borrow the car. If there is a youtube clip of last

night’s show, with his two African American friends, one a cop and

another a regular coffee shop guy, you must watch it! Especially,

with Billy Gardell’s character, Mike, voicing the words that include

the “Oompa wow wow’s” and the three grown men, actually acting

like they are riding a horse, you will laugh so hard!

(Thanks to Oak Ridge Boys, who released this in 1981.)

I was going to start with a wish for you to have a “Happy Hump

Day!” Then, due to my being a little ‘off’ today, in a whole

different frame of mind, I thought of a fun set of word plays,

making it more like “Have a Loopy Hump Day!”

Humps are due to our getting up the hill and supposedly, for the

rest of the week, it will be smooth sailing down that hill. I hope

this hump wasn’t too big of a challenge for you to reach! Many of

us were saying we were ‘hung over’ due to too much chocolate and

sugar intake over the weekend!

Humps make me, of course, think of the various animals with humps,

like the camel and humpback whale. Then, my mind wanders off to

rhymes, “Does anyone still ask those polite words, at tea, ‘Do you

want one lump or two?'” (I suppose that the British ‘high’ tea,

still includes good etiquette, but wonder if people still buy sugar

cubes to carry out this practice?)

While minds are unraveling, (or are you ‘unwinding’ yet?) I think of

the poor man who is the “Hunchback of Notre Dame.” I feel for those

who have deformities and see my Mom’s posture slipping, with a small

little hump forming on the back of her neck. I am trying to tell all

around me, to remind me to put my shoulders back and straighten up!

Train of thought is taking me into a dark tunnel and I may just get

‘off track’ completely!

I do think that it is sad when people used to put lumps of coal into

‘naughty’ children’s stockings…

Even though hemp and hump aren’t rhymes or even related, have you

heard they are now able to dispense medicinal marijuana out of new

vending machines? (Of course, you will need a valid I.D. and a

Doctor’s orders…)

I also heard that Willie Nelson claims that by smoking pot, instead

of cigarettes, that it ‘reversed his emphysema!’ Apparently, he was

diagnosed with this disease while in his forties, smoking cigarettes.

Supposedly, Willie got concerned about his singing voice, so he chose

to quit the one bad habit and continue on with smoking weed.

In the pursuit of some smiles and chuckles, I have a few more

entertaining tidbits that I heard recently. Trivia Pursuit always

was one of my favorite family games…

Do you remember the television show, “Wings?” My parents and I liked

it, due to its ensemble cast and ongoing jokes. It was set in a small

airport in Connecticut, where the young, attractive woman who ran the

coffee shop, was played by Crystal Bernard. You may remember one of

her interesting qualities was, she was a talented musician, singing

and also, playing a cello.

“Wings” included the roles of two brothers, one who was responsible

and the other; less so. They were the “Hackett Brothers,” owners of

the fictitious, “Tom Nevers Field” Airport.

You may know that the people, ‘graduated’ and found new adventures

after the show ended. The man who sat in the coffee shop, who was a taxi

driver, was played by Tony Shalhoub. He moved on to have a successful

show called, “Monk.” Then, one of the brothers, the one who was a little

on the wild side, (Steven Weber played him,) was recently on one of my

favorite re-makes, “Dallas.” Steven Weber is playing the governor of

Texas.

Then, I spotted on last night’s funniest comedies, where a female lead

is just hysterical. “The Mindy Project” stars Mindy Kaling, an Indian

woman who is a gynecologist.

Last night, (4/22/14), another celebrity ‘grad’ from “Wings” was on her

show, playing a cop. His name is Tim Daly, who was the dark haired

‘responsible’ Hackett brother.

By the way, “Wings,” ran for seven years from 1990 until 1997. Its

setting was in a small town in New England. Most of the scenes, like

another one of my favorite ‘oldies’ “Barney Miller” (which seemed to

never leave the squad room.) Well, the “Wings'” characters never seemed

to fly anywhere! They were mostly ‘stuck’ in the airport terminal or

occasionally, the hangar.

Pretty good, clean-cut comedy that has a fond place in my heart. There

was a wacky woman who played the ‘reservations’ clerk, who was an elderly

lady. No one could ‘put one over’ on her! She was portrayed by Rebecca

Schull. Thomas Haden Church’s character was the aircraft mechanic. He

left the show in 1995, to be in other character roles, both television

and in movies… like “Spider Man,” “Sideways,” and a really fantastic

movie about life and death, “We Bought a Zoo,” with Matt Damon as the

lead, while T. H. Church is a real ‘character’ in it!

A sports trivia question could include, “What Columbus team may make a

National Playoffs?” It would be the Columbus Blue Jackets!! They have

made it to Game #4 in the Stanley Cup Playoffs!

Hurrah, for the Blue Jackets! They play the Pittsburg Penguins at 7 p.m.

tonight.

The lovely Sally Field graces a woman’s magazine looking mighty fine, with

a pretty Spring dress on. She had to gain numerous pounds to portray one of

her finest acting roles as Mary Todd Lincoln, in the movie, “Lincoln.” She

is best known for her humorous roles, her acting career started while only 19

years old in “Gidget” and then, “The Flying Nun.” I loved her in, “Places in

the Heart” and her Academy Award winning role as, “Norma Rae.” Single men,

did you know she has been single for nearly 20 years? (Divorced in 1975.)

Sally is only 9 years and 9 days older than I am and I have been so lucky

to have sometimes been told I ‘remind’ people of her, including my little

brother, Richard!

I did a recent post about the famous Pharrell Williams’s song, “Happy.”

I could not believe my ears today, on the radio, hearing David Lee Roth,

of Van Halen fame singing along to “Happy!” I mean, the man is a Rock

and Roll legend, inducted to their Hall of Fame in 2007. Do you expect

the man who made the songs, “You Really Got Me” and “Jump” to sing this

song… Wait! There isn’t much of a “leap” from his song, “Jump” to the

song, “Happy!”

Now, the final smile that will also produce an “Awwh!” from all of you,

is the story about the couple whose house burned down in Connecticut.

It was such a shame, for Megan and Bryan who lived together. But, the

wonderful ‘love story’ with a ‘happily ever after’ ending is that he

confided in one of the firefighters, who stayed and sifted with him,

through all the ashes to find…

The diamond engagement ring that Brian had bought Megan!

Once found, Brian got on his knee and proposed to Megan!

The viewers were neighbors and firefighters, alike!

Even better…

A week after their home burned down and everything in it,

they got married right in front of the house’s site!

Sent you some smiles, while “I served up a plate” of Wacky

Wednesday trivia information!

Post #300! Mom’s Subjects of Interest

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It is never boring talking to my Mom! Over the course of this weekend,

we have talked about a multitude of diverse subjects and some flitting

memories included. I am always very tender while visiting my mother’s

senior living apartment, in my approach to her, most of all, but the

others who live there, too.

I heard right away at Friday’s dinner hour, two of her favorite people

who sat at the “regular” dining had been moved due to physical and

mental setbacks to the assisted living part of the building. She had

been given 3 new tablemates, a couple who were named Marie and

Lou, ages 97 and 92. Of course, I was happy to hear they had been

married 70 years!! I was not asking any personal questions, a little

“jet lagged” from the rush hour traffic on I-71 north from Delaware

up to Cleveland.

The other woman, Peggy, was so lively, also in her 90’s. I feel a little

bad for my Mom, though, since she will be “only” 84 and wish she

sat with “younger” people, so less chance of future grieving due to

loss of her new friends.

Here is a random list of our subjects covered on our walks with the

dog and meeting people in the hallways and dining room:

1.  World’s Fair in New York, 1939. (Now, if this is not the correct date, I

will tell you that I don’t go around trying to “verify” my Mom’s memories!)

I remembered the one in the sixties that we had gone to and reminded

her that I still have a precious necklace with the wing of an iridescent

blue and black butterfly’s wing encased in a clear plastic globe that has

the date of the World’s Fair on the other side. (Was it ’63 or ’64?hmm…

wish my memory was able to instantly recall dates!)

2.  Opera. Mom loves operas and can tell you the famous opera singers’

names and the different titles of the operas that she either listened to

on the stereo or radio. She also attended a few, different places all around

the world. Her after college(post graduate) European trip included

dancing in a cabaret with black men and seeing operas. She is happy

to tell more details upon asked!

3.  Gigolos. There are many in the world, Mom says, who know how to

say the right things to seduce women. Lots more on this subject was

covered until she got bored with the topic!

4.  Plane or Air travel.  She had written down the date. 1897. She said,

“It took eight years after an alien airship landed on the desert, exploded

and burned to a crisp, in Aurora, Texas for us to have any airplanes up

off the ground.” Again, I don’t use fact checks on the pearls that just roll

off my Mom’s tongue!

5.  From there, “The Jetsons” had so many more inventions than we have

even now! You, kids, were so entranced with the possibility of getting in

a little airship and going to play at your neighbor’s house. Your Dad was

so interested in how we would have our own, too.”

My Mom’s memories and thoughts rumble around, percolate and

she admits are not all so easily expressed. She told me that she carries

on conversations with her little dog, Nicki and my deceased Dad. But

those flitting memories and ways her mind wanders are fascinating,

at least to me!

Here are some of the “pearls” or “golden nuggets” from the other

“travelers” in her senior living apartment building “world.”

1.  “The apple doesn’t fall too far from the tree,” as I am being introduced.

2.  “What?! Are you in kindergarten?” When a good looking 70 + year old

man met me. When I responded back, “Why, I have three children and six

grandkids!” He playfully shot back, “Well, shame on you marrying a man

with all those kids! Were you in high school?”

3.  “You can see where she came from,” as a woman meets me side by side

with my mother, walking down the hallway.

4.  “You look exactly like your mother and have her sweet disposition,

too.”

We both looked at each other, stifled a smirk, because we know we are

too spunky and a little bit wild to be considered “sweet!”

The most covered and discussed subject is food and the dining room

service.

The residents, upon meeting each other, whether hours before dinner,

while entering or exiting the dining room, all ask what they may be

ordering, what the three entrees of the day are and if, one may be more

edible or more special than the others.

My Mom imparts a few of these culinary thoughts to you and me:

“Don’t worry about eating vegetables, that elderly couple (in their 90’s)

tell me they stopped eating them at age fifty and look how long they

have lived since then!”

“You can order three desserts, two to eat right now, and one to eat

while watching television! If it is pie, they wrap it up on a plate with

Saran Wrap, if it is ice cream they put it in a Styrofoam cup with a

lid, and if it is cake they put two paper plates cupped over it so the

frosting doesn’t get all stuck, like it would if they used plastic wrap!”

My Mom told me this morning, as I left to stop in the Pub, write this post, and

then afterwards, I will proceed to pick up a tray and fill it with all sorts of

breakfast “goodies,”

“I would wear pajamas all day long, if I could get away with it!”

On that subject of “dress code,” not sure if I told you in the early summer,

there is a large sign by the entrance, simply two words:

“No shorts!”

When I asked the dining room director, Christina, she chuckled and told me

that, “A number of men wore their boxer shorts to breakfast upon arriving

here, not realizing it was totally inappropriate! I would just turn them away

with my finger pointing at their lower extremities, shaking my head. The

women were ‘scandalized!'”