A letter to my blogger friends

I have given much thought to what I am about to do.  I am 89 years old and have been blogging since July, 2006.  It has greatly enriched my life to know you all...some close to home and some of you from parts of the world that I will never get to in this lifetime !

It was a very different world then and we have had our ups and downs in the U.S., but nothing like we are going through now.  As I look back I can pin-point exactly when the "big change" began,  It was in 2010 when the very right wing Tea Party won the majority of seats for the House in the mid-term election .  Although Obama won a 2nd term he was stymied by that and, as unbelievable as can be, Donald Trump became our 45th President.

All of us, Democrats, Republicans and Independents have been remiss in our naivete.  We should have seen what was coming by Trumps horrifying inaugural acceptance speech.  We, the believers of our country who were not racists should have taken our clue from that and done everything in our power to push back from his very first lie. I just can't believe that our beloved country is so fragile that we have allowed the low life of our citizenry to take over ... not to mention the radicalization of the Republicans in the House and the Senate. 

For the last 4 months I've made a decision to stay away from politics.  I have chosen memories from my past to share with you and I hope you have enjoyed them.  However I find I am consumed with fear for the future of our country.  I just don't feel I can continue on a light note, as I have, and I don't want to bore you with my political rants.  So this is my last Goldendaze-Ginnie blog entry.

Thank you all, dear friends, for sharing your lives with me.  The last 16 years with you has been one of the highlights of my life.  With love to all ...Ginnie

Miserable Tykes, UK (1920's), USA (1938)

This is a copy of a blog entry that I posted in 2006.  It seems strange to read this since all of  my sisters are now deceased.

In 2006 my blogger friend Big John from England posted a blog entitled “A not too neat and tidy trio” and he featured the picture that you see here. I found it very amusing and I especially loved the expressions on the three little tykes.I left this comment: “It reminds me of the Staples TV commercial…that shows the Dad racing around the store gathering school supplies for his kids. He is ecstatic because school is starting and he's singing (to the Christmas tune) It’s The Most Wonderful Time of the Year and then the camera trains on the kids and , I swear, they have expressions on their faces just like the two older children in your photo. Priceless!”

Now, imagine my surprise when my oldest sister, Mary, (age 80) sent me this photo for Christmas. She had it framed and wrote, “Merry Christmas, Joy & Peace” across the inside ! You can see that she retains a good sense of humor. I immediately thought of John’s picture and how similar they are.

I am the youngest of 5 girls and when I asked Mary where our middle sister Nancy was she said that none of us wanted to have our picture taken that day, but only Nancy was brave enough to stamp her foot and run off. She was, and is, the rebel of the family.

I guess children have their miserable days just like we adults do… but somehow you don’t expect to see it in family photos. There is something very appealing about these two pictures, however. You can almost hear the big sighs and read their thoughts…”you can make us pose, but you can’t make us smile !”

A RABBIT’s TALE….stranger than fiction.

In August of 2004 I was in Duke Hospital undergoing the removal of a brain tumor. It was benign, but, because of the location, it was imperative that I have the operation or take the chance of losing my hearing. I was very positive about the outcome but, I gave my best friend a letter with my wishes written down just in case I didn't make it . They were simple, just a memorial service and the reading of part of “Watership Down”. This is a remarkable tale about a group of rabbits and their quest for life. The main rabbit, a male called Hazel, lives to a ripe old age and the final pages tell of his death.

“He woke to realize that there was a rabbit lying quietly beside him. ....'Do you know me?' he asked  and Hazel answered 'Yes, my lord.'  'Then If you’re ready, we might go along now' said the stranger. They went out…where the sun was shining and it seemed to him that he would not be needing his body any more, so he left it lying on the edge of the ditch…strength and speed flowing out of him and into the sleek young bodies of his rabbits.

'You needn’t worry about them', said his companion and together they slipped away, running easily down through the wood, where the first primroses were beginning to bloom.”

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Since I'm writing this you know that it all turned out well.  My friend was the only person who knew of my wishes in case it had not. So, it was a great surprise when my daughter told me this:

“After you were taken to the operating room we all settled in for a 5 hour wait. At one point Brian and I went outside for a breath of air and found ourselves in a large area that was being remodeled. It was a type of courtyard with walls on all four sides and no greenery because of the construction. We sat on some cement blocks and drank our coffee.

All of a sudden we were amazed to see a small rabbit come hopping across the tarmac and, although it looked completely out of place, it was not in the least bit shy. It seemed to study us for a few seconds and then it hopped off. ‘How strange is that?’, we said to each other.”

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Strange indeed…..stranger than fiction?  

“BOB & RAY”, 1949

The comedy team of “Bob & Ray” was catching on like wildfire in 1949, the year that I was a Junior in High School. Their wacky radio show, “Matinee with Bob & Ray” aired on WHDH, Boston, and I couldn’t wait for the daily 15 minute segments to begin.

Their format was typically to satirize radio and TV (which was just emerging) with off-the-wall dialogue, usually presented in a deadpan style.

Another spoof was their game show entitled, “The 64 Cent Question” and my favorite segment, the cowboy singer who did rope tricks on the radio ! 

Bob was usually the interviewer and Ray would take on different accents and voice tones. He had a wonderfully flat tone that he used for all his female characters, especially Mary McGoon, a home economics advisor who shared her bizarre recipes with the audience. 

By 1949 they had been airing the show for three years and, although their popularity was growing, they hired the Ad Agency that my Dad worked for to promote it even further. Dad made plans to attend a live broadcast and he took me with him. It was my first time to watch the inner workings of a radio show and it was amazing to watch how they made the sound effects and other technical ends of the business.

I was just 16 years old when I attended that with Dad and little did I know that "live radio" would  be a large part of my life too.  As was said in those days "keep tuned."