Memorial Day came and went; the Fourth of July is behind us; all that remains now is Labor Day before we say goodbye to summer and hello to those other seasons now visible in the distance. However, with seven complete weeks before all that begins, let's not give up on summer! When I was in my pre-teen years, I loved watching comedies on TV. Most were black and white. One of them was titled "The Good Humor Man." If you don't know what Good Humor was, you may have a difficult time relating this week.
A strong friendship doesn't need daily conversation or being together. As long as the relationship lives in the heart, true friends never part. This week, I take you back to the column from two weeks ago regarding the reunion of the University of Wisconsin-Eau Claire resident assistants along with their boss, the head resident. It has come and gone. If I had to sum up the weekend in one word, perhaps the best word would simply be "wonderful." Let me explain.
When I sat down to think of a topic for this week's thoughts, I realized it would be the last column before the Fourth of July holiday. Not sure how that's sneaking up on us so quickly, but OK Let's talk Independence Day! Most would agree this is a holiday people look forward to simply because it's in July when the weather is far nicer than December holiday weather. Barring any unforeseen tragedy, I will be experiencing my 62nd Fourth of July next week, but the holiday has changed for me. When we were kids, the first big thrill I remember for the big day was waiting for it to get dark and then going out in front of our house.
Once upon a time, there was a young man who went to college at the age of 22. He lived in a dormitory called Towers. The building comprised nine floors of guys. Each floor was divided into two wings, South and North. Each wing had anywhere from 36-42 guys. Each wing had one guy who, after going through an application and interview process, would be the wing's resident assistant.
A month ago, Mom got this space for Mother’s Day. It seems only right Dad gets it this week. Once again, my disclaimer is I speak only for myself here. I have four brothers and one sister who could give you their perspective, but this is about my relationship with Dad. Makes sense. So, without further adieu, I’d like you to meet my pop!
Well, we survived the first hottest stretch of the season in many a year. Two weeks ago was incredible. When did we last have four days of 90 degrees and one reaching 100?
And then there was June. What a welcomed sight it was. Or is. Summer doesn't officially begin for a few more weeks, but now that we're past Memorial Day, most would refer to these days as summer days. School is one week from shutting down again, and teachers are ready to plug themselves in to their summer rechargers. Parents are gearing up to be parents for more than several hours a day. And the weather forecast is for sunny days and beautiful nights. Life is good.
"...a life protected as if by magic charms: a life unusually unaffected by dangers and difficulties." That is Webster's definition of a "charmed life." I've been told by two of my friends at two totally different times when they weren't together, that I have led a charmed life. I've shared a lot about my life here week after week. I guess I've never thought about describing my life in such a fashion. God only knows I've known my share of "dangers and difficulties," but perhaps they're right. I have a little different take on it, however.
I rarely do this, but this week, I'm targeting the older readers. It's not that I believe the younger ones won't enjoy this journey, but the older you are, the more you'll find your mind returning to a different time than we live in now. So, if you're ready to jump in my time machine, allow me to steer you in the direction of a time seemingly long forgotten.
Happy Mother's Day to all you moms/ It's time once again to celebrate a role that should definitely be acknowledged more than once each year, but on this day, we give Mom special attention. And deservedly so. For most of us, it was always us first and Mom second. After losing my mom 35 years ago, this one day changed for me. It would be a number of years before getting past my loss and accepting Mother's Day as just another day in the calendar year.