Don't want to say I will never wear ankle pants but there is a great probability that it's not going to be part of my wardrobe. Growing up and being tall most of the pants in the stores hit me around the ankles and it was seriously not in fashion. One of the reasons I learned to sew!! Capri length is good and doesn't look like you just put on a pair of pants that were too short for you. I remember getting a pair of pants in maybe the 9th grade and wearing them to a dance or something and then begging my Mom to take them back because they were too short. She was not happy and reluctant since I had worn them. She let me know she was not happy but she did take them back - I think.
In my early 20's the fashion - for me anyway - was hip hugger bell-bottoms. Got mine at the Navy Surplus store in denim and usually a 34 inch inseam. Yep, they dragged the ground and the hem got stepped on and frayed. Along with those was the denim workshirt with two pockets in the front as bra was optional at that time - for me anyway. Pretty easy wardrobe.
My first office job (1972 or 73 I think) required more "grown up" clothes and again I was back to the pant length problem. Trusty sewing machine again came to the rescue. I don't remember where or when I got my first pair of tall pants. Sears, Penny's, Montgomery Ward's catalog? Could have even been in a store but I was soooo happy. Now it seems strange if there is not a tall length offered and sometimes they are too tall for me - go figure!
Sunday, December 25, 2016
Death
I had a great Christmas with the kids in Branson. I left on the 24th and came home on Saturday the 28th. I sat down to look at all the newspapers from that time and checked the obits. I was shocked to see my next door neighbor, Troy Smith, in the obits. I didn't really know him well but we spoke and he was real helpful the first time I subbed at the Middle School.
He was only 48, married with two grown kids and a toddler grandchild. He taught Social Studies (I believe) and also coached. There will be a lot of confusion at the Middle School after the holidays. I did not go to the services and the paper said he had already been cremated.
I don't know why I just can't get this out of my head. There are a few similarities between Jim and Troy but I don't think that's it. I think maybe it's just the finality of death. One second you are alive and the next a memory. So strange and hard to wrap my mind around. How can someone just cease to exist? Gone. No laugh. No smile. No touch. Just gone other than memories. Seems so wrong.
He was only 48, married with two grown kids and a toddler grandchild. He taught Social Studies (I believe) and also coached. There will be a lot of confusion at the Middle School after the holidays. I did not go to the services and the paper said he had already been cremated.
I don't know why I just can't get this out of my head. There are a few similarities between Jim and Troy but I don't think that's it. I think maybe it's just the finality of death. One second you are alive and the next a memory. So strange and hard to wrap my mind around. How can someone just cease to exist? Gone. No laugh. No smile. No touch. Just gone other than memories. Seems so wrong.
North Carolina:
Dad told me that when they got to North Carolina all they had was his foot locker, my high chair, my bed & whatever else that was for me. They found a furniture store and the man there sold Mom & Dad furniture that was his and he did it on time payments. Dad said that if it hadn't been for him, they just might not have had furniture.
I'm sure Nannie & Papa would have taken care of some of that problem when they came to visit - or would have tried to anyway. Think Dad might have been a little too stubborn to accept "charity". Who knows.
I don't really remember much of living there but have a vague memory of being told not to get too close to the water by the club (?) because of alligators. Know that Mom & Dad made friends there that they kept in touch with for many years. I really don't remember names but might try to get some info from the folks in July for the combined celebration of Mom's 85th and their 65th anniversary.
Dad told me that when they got to North Carolina all they had was his foot locker, my high chair, my bed & whatever else that was for me. They found a furniture store and the man there sold Mom & Dad furniture that was his and he did it on time payments. Dad said that if it hadn't been for him, they just might not have had furniture.
I'm sure Nannie & Papa would have taken care of some of that problem when they came to visit - or would have tried to anyway. Think Dad might have been a little too stubborn to accept "charity". Who knows.
I don't really remember much of living there but have a vague memory of being told not to get too close to the water by the club (?) because of alligators. Know that Mom & Dad made friends there that they kept in touch with for many years. I really don't remember names but might try to get some info from the folks in July for the combined celebration of Mom's 85th and their 65th anniversary.
Holland:
While stationed at Ramstein AFB, Germany, we took a family trip to Holland. Patty was left behind with a young couple since she was so little.
We stayed in the home of Madame Von Vliet (?) and with the rooms came breakfast. A breakfast I remember was a soft boiled egg & guess something like a bread or some thing but I don't remember what. Do remember it wasn't like what we were used to.
Not sure when in the trip that Mom got sick but she got very ill and Madame called in a doctor and she took care of Mom. I think it was food poisoning from mushroom soup she had at a place called Cozy Corner (?). There weren't US military facilities there so Dad had to pay the Dutch doctor. Money was short after than and we pretty much ate French fries bought at stands as the boys and Dad and I went sightseeing. I remember that once we got back to Germany I just could not stand to eat French fries for a very long time.
Do remember the miniature village/city at some city there. Very intricate and amazing. And we did go somewhere that most of the people did actually wear wooden shoes and costumes from the past. Rotterdam? Long time ago - lol.
While stationed at Ramstein AFB, Germany, we took a family trip to Holland. Patty was left behind with a young couple since she was so little.
We stayed in the home of Madame Von Vliet (?) and with the rooms came breakfast. A breakfast I remember was a soft boiled egg & guess something like a bread or some thing but I don't remember what. Do remember it wasn't like what we were used to.
Not sure when in the trip that Mom got sick but she got very ill and Madame called in a doctor and she took care of Mom. I think it was food poisoning from mushroom soup she had at a place called Cozy Corner (?). There weren't US military facilities there so Dad had to pay the Dutch doctor. Money was short after than and we pretty much ate French fries bought at stands as the boys and Dad and I went sightseeing. I remember that once we got back to Germany I just could not stand to eat French fries for a very long time.
Do remember the miniature village/city at some city there. Very intricate and amazing. And we did go somewhere that most of the people did actually wear wooden shoes and costumes from the past. Rotterdam? Long time ago - lol.
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