My Dear Friends and Family,
Your first quiz, for a free pass and tour of the National Archive Building:
What Federal Building in Washington, D.C. has that statement inscribed on it?
You are just too smart for me. You are right!
Sooo…. What has any of this to do with anything? You always know the right question to ask.
The news of the world at the present time gives me very little pleasure. I really do try to limit the news media of the day, but somehow it creeps in, not on little cat paws, but earthquaking Shrek-sized feet. I have lost my Pollyanna credentials, but still keep an optimist’s eye, even if it is a little cockeyed, on what I read and experience. I don’t know about you but for me it is getting harder and harder to join Candide (by my dear friend Voltaire’s character) in his famous exclamation,
“This is the best of all possible worlds.”
Really??? I don’t think so!!! Maybe instead he should exclaim along with the rest of us as we struggle with the ways of the world,
How many times can I quote Voltaire again? “History doesn’t repeat itself. People do.”
If something still bites me, I shall of course put my Five Hundred Dollars in. It used to be two cents but with inflation…
So I am going to go back into my memories to write about them. Not to worry family and friends, no names. And the only fool you will find in my stories? C’est moi.
Here’s a sample…
Even if I need fingers and toes to count, I think I can figure it out. I just turned 88, right? So if this wedding took place when I was 8, then that was 80 years ago. Get out! 80 years ago… Yikes… we are talking 1941. On October 19, 1941 my eldest sister got married.
I was there and I loved every minute of it. Against parental sturm and drang, the lovers persevered. Like every World War II movie you ever saw. The parents said wait until the war was over. Unequivocally, my sister said, NO! (You must have heard that word from her a million times) Well, having missed out on my eldest brother’s wedding because they had eloped (which they were never forgiven for), Nana surrendered and told Pop to surrender too. (That’s the kind of marriage they had) Here comes the juicy stuff.
It was to be a home wedding…~ SJ Heit October 19, 2021
Stories like that one give me a sense of peace and continuity. As I begin to write some memories, there are many thoughts that crowd into an already overcrowded mindball. I think the most important thought for me is this…
When does my memory meet with a perspective that will allow me to remember the memory and at the same time, give it enough air to be able to see it in a perspective of whatever smarts I have gleaned over these many years?
Not many, I can assure you.
My favorite Three Little Words have always been, I LOVE YOU. Abused, misused, and ultimately, on good days with great humility, expanded to include the judged, and found wanting persons who brought grief to my person; a real achievement for this Master of Judgement. Today those 3 words are neck and neck with these 3 words, I DON’T KNOW (for every control freak I have ever known, including yours truly, this is yet another miracle).
There will be some memories that I shall want to share with you and some I shall not. Not because of shame or guilt. Come on guys, we have all lived with those emotions forever, so as not helpful as they are, they are very familiar. And in this case, familiarity really does breed contempt. Most importantly, hopefully, there is a way to acknowledge their presence and yet fold them into my life.
Oi vey, who asked me to do this? No one, that’s who.
Not true. I am asking me to do this.
Today, this is the phrase I trot out for all important occasions and decisions, IF NOT NOW, WHEN???!!!
Right?? Of course, right!!!!