Today is my 58th birthday, my last "magical" birthday. A "magical" birthday is when one of the numbers corresponds to the age you are , so since I was born in 1958, this is it.
I woke up thinking about my mom. I was born six weeks premature and she was terrified that something would be wrong with me. One of the neighbors told me that she told THEM I would be ( and I'm quoting here) "retarded and have to be institutionalized" GEE THANKS MOM! That's what they did back then with kids who were differently abled. I was just really small. I was in the hospital for a long time and they would drive to see me and I was sleeping so they wouldn't wake me up. I was there until I gained and held my weight. They were supposed to keep babies until they made 5 pounds, but I was not quite there, but was holding my own. GEE I wish I had trouble gaining weight NOW!
We are heading out for a small vacation. I have NO plans to do anything where we are going except rest and maybe read. I need a vacation of nothing. Vacations like the one we had in May are fun and I loved seeing Anna and hanging out with her, but I really need some down time of just Chris and me.
I will write a more thoughtful blog when I return. I have been thinking about growing up in the Valley in the 60's I saw this thing on line about brown bag lunches through the ages. For the 60's it said kids were sent to school with a wedge salad? HUH? I never even HEARD of a wedge salad until I was in my 40's. Seriously. Lunch was peanutbutter and jelly ( I wasn't allergic as a kid) or bologna or some other gross kind of lunch meat. An orange that usually rolled over on your sandwich in the lunchbox and flattened it, chips maybe ( whatever happened to Laura Scudders or Granny Goose?) and some kind of sweet- "ding dongs" anyone? Milk in a thermos that came with the lunch box. After seeing that, I wondered where the filmmaker did their research.
I've been having conversations with people of my own age about the difference between our childhoods and what kids are doing now. I saw this whole conversation online about how our children's innocence was ruined by lock-down drills. We had A-bomb drills. NOT that they would have helped AT ALL- you can't run and hide form nuclear fallout- but we lived under the constant fear of nuclear annihilation. People built BOMB SHELTERS in their backyard, for crying out loud! Let's not get me started today.
I am off to a free breakfast at some point today at Denny's. They give it to you anytime today and I like breakfast for lunch or breakfast for dinner so it's a win-win for me! I just don't want them singing anything...
Which would you prefer I sing?
ReplyDelete"Happy, Happy Birthday, Baby" by the Tune Weavers
or
"They Say It's Your Birthday!" by the Beatles
Both performances would be equally heartfelt and equally bad (actually, I could do the Tune Weavers a bit better)
Happy 58th!
Tom (who has you beat)