Someone Remembers

The older we get the more we realize we are the
same person we once were but in an older body.
I marvel at the reminders around me of 1969.
The music, the cars, the reference to Easy Rider
and movies of that summer.

The ideals of peace and family back then are still
with me. Whether our nation ever got close to the
idea of living in peace here & abroad still seems
unattainable. Whenever we get near that end some-
one changes the course.

From the '70's I still relate to the same passionate
sense of working with teen-agers but now when I
give advise I laugh to think I am a grandmother.
Going to the grocery store and being carded to buy
beer is a joke after 40 years of being legal drinking
age.

Throughout it all there is still someone who remembers
my heart and my sense of humor.

Someone half my age
just let me know she got the smart ass comeback
comments from me in the office. I feel honored!
They shouldn't change seating arrangements in the
office if they want others to remain professional at
all times.

When I feel lost or in need of a card or letter to lift
my spirits I know someone who remembers my
heart will pull me through in this age of emails.

I recently learned a valuable life lesson about people
who enter our lives because of the attraction they feel
to our personalities. The problem sometimes in being
honest & open to who you are is that some only talk a good
game -they can't walk the walk. I never realized in all
these years that I became disappointed by those who
claimed to be something they were not because they
were attracted to the life I live. I move fast and I move
with purpose as you may realize if you follow my blog.

Someone in my life remembers who I am and is there
always in spirit to support my efforts. I am eternally
grateful for those few moments we share in emails or
in phone conversations to catch up on all that transpires
in our lives.

I hope someone remembers you and the feelings in your
heart. There is the person I remember also and I know
their heart and hope I make them smile too.

I Need Serious Help

While riding with my son & grandson a week ago
I was listening to one of the final mixes of my son
and his band's new cd. The first cut is grandson's
favorite because the chourus is, 'Ashes,ashes we
all fall down.' This is a rock tune not a children's
song.
The next song is my personal favorite. All of a
sudden I shoot grandbaby a look as he sings,
'I have no money to drink with. I need serious help.'

I now tell my son that should be fun on the first day
of kindergarten if he is singing that. 'Call from the school,
huh?' my son says.

Yeah where my parent/teacher conferences ended his
can now start. It will be fun to watch in a few years.

For What It's Worth

Not only is this '60's song part of my weekly playlist-
it is a song I frequently revisit in terms of who I was
as a hippie teenager. I am still that person in terms of
my beliefs.
I was totally against the Vietnam Conflict and today am
in the same frame of mind about the battles our military
faces today. Today the picture is much different as brave
men women face war side by side. Let's not even venture
into the recruiting process when I tried to join the Air Force
in 1969. I was rejected at month's end because the monthly
quota for women was reached. I told my recruiter that was
the one and only chance for my military service. Don't even
know how I would have gotten through boot camp. I have
never used a firearm in my life -how could I then?
Back to 'For What It's Worth'. What ever happened to
those ideals of everyone getting along? When did the
Peace Movement become violent? 'How can anyone be
right when everyone is wrong?'
Take some time to revisit this Classic Rock song by the
Buffalo Springfield and think about where our nation and
its idealistic college students took a wrong turn.
Music always reflects the culture of a certain period.
This song along with Fortunate Son and a handful of
others from the '60's will always raise the same questions.