Senior
Slant
by
Hilda Maston
Part of aging is remembering.
All this talk of soccer moms made me
remember the time I was a soccer grandmother. I was
taking care of the grandkids one weekend. Theo's soccer
game was on the schedule -- I think he was about 8 years
old. Off we went to the game, loaded with lawn chairs,
umbrellas, rain coats and toys (to keep Cami -- age 3 --
happy).
The game started and so did the rain. I
watched the kids all soaking wet running up and down the
field. I looked for my grandson, guess what? I
couldn't pick him out of that crowd of 8-year-olds, all
so soaking wet that you couldn't tell one from the
other. So much for watching your grandchild play
soccer. It just didn't work.
The
choir is back again! How nice it was to get together
again with old friends. The choir would love to welcome
some new friends too. If you would like to sing, join
them on Wednesday night at 7 p.m. Whatever part you
sing they would be glad to have you., and believe me you
would look great in purple and rainbows.
The interfaith service on Sept. 25th was
a wonderful experience! There was a big crowd of
happy people. The original songs of Flip Breskin’s
were lovely and soon had us all singing along. After
the wonderful food, about 60 people gathered in small
groups to discuss community. One suggestion had to do
with groups that would operate like a chamber of
commerce. We could have chambers for life, welfare,
and -- very important -- one for fun.
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With the threat of terrorism and with
fanatics blowing themselves and a lot of innocent people
up. I get a little nervous. When that happens I get
some comfort in remembering an old four line poem that
goes like this....
"I'll
eat when I'm hungry
and drink when I'm dry.
If a
tree don't fall on me
I'll live till I die."
That
bit of doggerel is a good thing to remember in these
times, but that doesn't mean that I fail to check on old
and frail looking trees before I walk under them, no use
tempting fate.
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Since I
have reached the ripe old age of 80, I find I have a
much happier day, if I refrain from looking into the
full length mirror until I am fully clothed.
