THE CRANKY OLD MAN
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Wednesday, June 25, 2014
THE 7-11 CLOSES AT 5
THE 7-11 CLOSES AT 5
I don’t know
why I choose to post about my mom today; does it have to be Mother’s Day?It just seemed like there was stuff about my
mom that I needed to post.
My mom was a
She was born
in the 19teens.She lost her mother at a
young age, lost her father at a young age and lost a younger sister at a young
age.She was tough, stoic and
philosophical.She was 105 pounds after
At a young
age mom had scoliosis.Her spine had a
slight curvature.At that time there was
no operation, no braces, or no rod implants to stabilize this condition.The doctor just told her to strengthen her back muscles.He told her to swim.Mom swam a lot.She was a very good swimmer, not competitive,
but she was a good swimmer.Her spine
curvature was held at bay up until she hit her high eighties.
about the high costs of health care today.There is the difference.The same
scoliosis condition today is treated with operations, and therapy with what I
understand are very successful results; expensive, but effective.Mom was told to swim; inexpensive, and with
very iffy results.Mom was lucky, but
then she did swim a lot!
Mom was an
athlete, though we never knew it until she surprised us with her ability.She challenged my braggart brother to a race
when he was 12.We thought that was
crazy.My oldest brother was a very fast
faster. It was a fifty yard dash and it wasn’t even close.
moved to Long Island in the fifties, my brother came home with a Lacrosse
stick.This was a game unheard of at the
time except for in Long Island, NY and Baltimore, Md.“Let
me try that,” mom said.
“It’s pretty hard to catch and throw” Jim said.“I can
barely do it.”
“Let me try.”
that ball, caught and passed it like a pro as we watched slack jawed.
“I grew up in Baltimore for Christmas
exercised everyday almost up to the end.One day she was demonstrating her leg lifts in front of the entire
family.An old lady in her eighty’s she
was doing pretty well until there was some gas passing.We tried not to laugh as we watched.Mom was non-plussed.
“That is not part of the regular
I grew up
hearing various mom sayings,
“Good better best never let it rest,
until your good is better, and your better best.”That was from her third grade teacher.
"Well then, FIRE the cook!" That was when anyone complained about dinner.
“Hells Bells!” That was when she was upset.
“Dammit to Hell!”That was when we ran and hid.
“Oh, just ignore him then.”Standard advice.
“Life’s too short.”Advice when standard advice was ignored.
birds and animals; I guess there were not too many creatures in Baltimore when she was
growing up.Watching a nature show on TV
one night she walked up to the screen and smacked the image of a lion taking
down a gazelle.“Stop it!” she yelled.She was older and getting a little funny, but
I don’t think that reaction was age setting in.
I think the
thing I liked best about mom was her Gracie Allen mind.She would just say funny things without
knowing they were funny.My favorite:
“Mom, I’m going into town to pick up
some hotdog rolls.”
“Well you’d better leave now, the
7-11* closes at 5.”
I miss my
mom. *The store did close at 5, but it was not a 7-11