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Education & Family

Saturday, August 10, 2013

Those of you who read this column on a regular basis will remember "Seventy Winters." I told the story about a sculpture of an old Indian and how much I would love to own it. I fell in love with Herb Mignery's bronze piece while I was working as a volunteer at a gallery in Brookgreen Gardens in Pawleys Island, SC.

Saturday, August 3, 2013

When I was a young child growing up in Mauch Chunk, Pennsylvania, we didn't have much money. My Dad was a bartender and my Mom was a stay-at-home mother.

Mom had been a dancer in vaudeville and on Broadway but had never had another job. Dad made very little in salary, but brought home tips. My sisters and I used to count out the coins each morning at the kitchen table. Dad always let us have a nickel for our work.

Saturday, July 27, 2013

Life changes and so must we. When I could no longer play the piano, I tried playing a recorder instead. When I couldn't play the recorder, I started making pine straw baskets.

When basket-making became too difficult, I got some Sudoku books and did those puzzles. When my shaky hands wouldn't let me put numbers in the little squares, I got Sudoku books with bigger squares.

Saturday, July 20, 2013

Recently, I took some classes and learned how to make pine straw baskets. I also took some art classes and worked with acrylic paints, colored pencils, and chalk. None of this learning was familiar to me.

I found out that my 73-year-old brain still works. I could follow instructions and produce a finished product that wasn't an embarrassment. And, wonder of wonders, I enjoyed learning new things.

Some of my learning hasn't been in a basket-making or art class. Some of it has been life learning. For instance, I've learned……….

Saturday, July 13, 2013

The birthday party was in full swing. Our daughter's pool was full of kids - splashing, throwing, and yelling. They were having a ball.

The adults were sitting around the pool, engaged in conversation and keeping an eye on the kids. None of us adults had brought our bathing suits. We knew that the pool would be the domain of the young'uns that day. No relaxing swim for us.

Saturday, July 6, 2013

We were driving on the Florida Turnpike, on our way to our grandson Colton's 5th birthday party. It was a hot and sticky Sunday morning and there seemed to be a lot of traffic for 9 a.m.

A blinking sign said "Lanes blocked after Route 27." Well, we just kept driving. Everyone else did, too. We all assumed that the turnpike bosses wouldn't let us keep driving if the road was blocked. We were wrong.

Saturday, June 29, 2013

More than 20 years ago, I wrote a column about being in the bologna generation. I had been caught between my mother's generation and my daughter's. I was squeezed between two age groups - like a piece of bologna in a sandwich. I wasn't the top or the bottom - I was the filling.

When you are part of the bologna generation, you have concerns about both the elderly and the young members of your family. You strive to meet the needs of both. Most of the time, you feel inadequate.

Saturday, June 22, 2013

Down here in Florida, we have an interesting bug the love bug. The black insects usually invade twice a year spring and fall. They are quite numerous and cause every vehicle to look as though it grew a black beard. Also, the bugs hang on to each other, thereby causing extra-special messes. That behavior brought about the name "Love bug."

Saturday, June 15, 2013

The temperature today hit 90 degrees. The sun was brightly shining, flowers are blooming, and the pool water is warm. Summer in Florida is here.

But, in our development, there is winter. So many of our residents are in the winter of life. Ours is a 55-and-older community, and many people understand that they are most likely living in their last home.

Saturday, June 8, 2013

A doldrum is really a region of an ocean that is noted for dead calm and sparse winds. Sailors speak of those areas with much trepidation, since doldrums can cause low spirits, sluggishness and dangerous lethargy.

Children can get doldrums during the summer. Let's call it a disease - the "doldrum fever." Although it's never fatal, this disease can slow a child's mental processes and prevent him from reaching his full potential.