Two children fell from the top of this slide in the playground across from the house where I grew up. One of them was my sister Patti, pictured nearest the top in this photo. The second child to fall tragically died, but the slide was not removed or altered until the old school building was replaced years after I had grown up and moved away. I am the third and lowest child in this photo, following along, as usual. photo circa 1949/50 by my other sister, Betty Dykstra Wilcox
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How Old Are You?
What needless agonies and fears
await us in our bathroom mirrors—
well-lit with no protective shade
to hide the tracks that time has made.
Put vanity upon a shelf.
Mere mirrors cannot reveal one’s self.
Wrappings simply serve to hide
the real gift that is hidden inside.
That old woman in the glass
is the result of years of sass
and fun and creativity.
She’s not defined by what you see.
Age need not carry fear or menace.
for all our ages remain within us.
Calendars only go so far
in telling us what age we are.
All photos on this blog, unless labelled otherwise, are by me. The prompt today is age.
This little lady, whose grandparents and folks are friends of mine, helped show me the house her folks just bought. She was very enamored both with the giant teddy bear the former owners had left in the garage and the plush carpet. Her folks wrote the teddy bear into the offer, so both will remain in the house! The last time I saw this little miss, she was a baby who was just leaning how to walk. Nowhere is the temporary nature of nature more evident than in infants of any sort—human or animal. My own kittens should be fully grown by the next time I see them. I hope the same is not true for the cutie who is the subject of this photo shoot.
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The weekly photo prompt was temporary.
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Other People’s Children
Rowdy jostlers—twisters, hoppers.
Shouting loudly, upsetting shoppers,
they run up aisles and spar with hangers.
Turn shopping cart races into bangers.
They bark our shins, assault our ears,
yet no one stops these mannerless dears;
for the behavior others find so irksome,
the parents merely view as quirksome.
The prompt word today was “irksome.”
I was too busy this morning trying to get whiskers and rubber backstraps installed on all the masks to take many photos. Since it was raining and since I arrived first, I got soaked while pushing my umbrella handle up to remove gallons of water from the dangerously sagging roof of the canopy. Then I had 30 slightly soggy masks (from the humidity of the rain) to deal with in addition to the last rehearsal of camp songs before the dress rehearsal for parents tonight. Everyone else was equally busy running through dances and songs as well as finishing up on the necklaces and bracelets and gift boxes they made yesterday.
The kids were rowdy from the rain and one little boy who just couldn’t stop raising trouble finally got sent home when he used a very adult word. (After countless warnings.) Lunch––hamburgers and French fries–– was a great success.
Finally, at two, the kids were gone, we cleaned up the tables, with help I packed up 5 huge boxes and countess bags with art materials and I divided the “spoils” for two pinatas tomorrow–one for bigger kids and one for smaller kids. Then home to rest up for three hours before going back again for the dress rehearsal. And, wouldn’t you know it. One of my front crowns fell out!! If you can imagine me with pearly whites surrounding one black little upside down cone shaped filed tooth in the middle front of my smile–well, you’ll could see how well my day is coming along.
Trying to stick it back with dental adhesive, I chipped the back of the crown, which means a nice $450 bill. Only money, no one died, it might still stick and save me the embarrassment of looking like my hillbilly background..All’s, well, okay with the world if not exactly right.
Parents and family were invited to the dress rehearsal. The kids singing “La Llorena” along with Agustin nearly brought the house down! The girls were beautiful, the boys only slightly less rowdy than usual. Somehow, we got through the almost impossible task of herding 30 excited primadonnas through their acts. The girls bellydancing class that was an outgrowth of last year’s camp performed wonderfully and to loud applause.
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Then we served cookies and punch, everyone left, and because I wasn’t ready to go home, I wandered into Viva Mexico, the restaurant our camp site is the garden part of. Jere and DePaul and Rita were there, so I joined them. My tooth fell out again, so I ate soup, and after most of the other customers, save for four tables, had departed, Agustin serenaded us all. So sweet, and a woman tourist at an adjacent table was heard to remark, “I could live in this town. Imagine just living here and walking down that street to this restaurant.” We all agree, and that’s why we do.
Agustin came strolling in in the afternoon and gave the kids a little surprise. They did a few rousing rounds of Celita Lindo, which they all knew by heart, and then he taught them “La Llorona” (The Weeping Woman) which is my favorite Mexican song, even though I still mainly mouth the lyrics. The story is so touching. Sure you’ll find the music on YouTube and the story in Wikipedia and Google. A sad legend that every person in Mexico knows and that mothers use to keep their children inside at night. Here are the photos of that and other activities today:
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Do they look like they are having fun? Talks on animals and visits by abused dogs that wound up with a happy ending, finding out how to care for their pets, singing songs, learning how to “twist and shout” and dance to “What’s New Pussycat,” being silly, making masks, eating burritos. All-in-all a happy and full day. Now for day two!
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Their performance that celebrates the end of camp will be at Viva Mexico at 3 o’clock, Saturday, July 30.Please call 387 761-1058 for dinner reservations if you wish to attend that performance. A hat will be passed to help fund next year’s camp, at which time we hope to include a second week of camp in El Chante.