Kids These Days Miss All the Fun Stuff

Kids These Days Miss All the Fun Stuff

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My big brothers Tom, Mike and Ed during the holidays – they got trains not video games.

Kids don’t have the freedom to have many of the experiences today that I and my boy siblings did in the 60’s growing up in the Midwest. We would…

  1. Run an errand for the neighborhood beauty parlor owner to buy a carton of cigarettes for her and her customers.  All I had was cold cash and a hand written note from her to the grocery clerk.
  2. Play at the local creek with no adult supervision.
  3. Build a fort with a “working” toilet (hole in ground) and only got discovered because we were borrowing toilet paper from the big house.
  4. Ride my bike to the next little burg and back with my best friend with a brown paper bag full of peanut butter sandwiches and a thermos of juice. No helmets and on a two lane country road.
  5. Swim in our birthday suits in the Medicine River (remember No. 2 above and the no adult supervision part?).
  6. Challenge myself to walk everywhere for one day on stilts even upstairs and down and to the bathroom. Did it!
  7. Help put on a track meet in our back yard for our neighborhood kids. Our dad was the high school track coach.  We learned how to hurdle at a very young age.
  8. Travel in packs on Halloween night and no one checked our candy when we got home or limited our intake.
  9. Walk or more likely, ride our bikes, to the grocery store, church, doctor’s office, friend’s house and school by ourselves.
  10. Survive chicken pox, mumps, flu, warts, three older brothers, gangrene, powdered milk, Tang, frozen dinners, fried chicken, and dirt. So when cancer came along, I was ready for bear.

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Here I am in Medicine Lodge, Kansas, on Main Street ready for bear.

Happy Labor Day to all the dedicated workers out there and hope you get Monday off to make a memory.

Day of the Girl in Fort Worth – Friday, October 10th

Day of the Girl in Fort Worth – Friday, October 10th

Just two years ago, the United Nations declared October 11 as the International Day of the Girl Child to raise awareness about all issues concerning gender inequality around the world.  It’s a day when activist groups come together under the same goal to highlight, discuss, and take action to advance rights and opportunities for girls everywhere.

Join Girls Inc. of Tarrant County in celebrating the International Day of the Girl with a March on Main Street and after-party in Sundance Square. Women and girls from all over Tarrant County, including young women from the Young Women’s Leadership Academy, will walk together from the Fort Worth Convention Center to the Courthouse where a proclamation for the day will be read aloud by Mayor Betsy Price. Participants are invited to continue celebrating with a party in Sundance Square. Your participation fee of $25 includes a t-shirt and admission to the party. All proceeds support Girls Inc. of Tarrant County and the mission to inspire all girls to be strong, smart, and bold.

I will meet you in front of the Fort Worth Convention Center at 2:30 p.m. on October 10, 2014. We will begin walking to the Courthouse at 2:45 p.m. The proclamation will be read at approximately 3:00 p.m. and the after-party will begin at 3:30 p.m.  Below is the link to register.  So find your gal pals, your mentees and let’s walk down Main Street because we want ourselves, and girls everywhere, to be seen as equals, in the eyes of others and in our own eyes.

https://girlsinctarrant.org/event/day-girl-march-main-street/

 

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Strong, Smart and Bold Marshall Women TBT

Grandma Sally, Mom , C1, C2, Aunt Sarah and C3

A rocky unstylish start to a great Canadian vacation

A rocky unstylish start to a great Canadian vacation

RM and I left last Friday for a week in Canada — specifically, Vancouver, Whistler and Victoria for our summer vacation away from the heat of Texas (still hot here when we came back – what is up with that?).  Just the two of us.  It started out a little rocky.  We arrived at DFW airport with just the right amount of time to get bags checked, through security and on the plane. O.K., we cut the time a little too close but RM keeps telling me we don’t need to arrive three hours before the flight because the process has so improved with faster security and on boarding.  I reluctantly agreed to cool my jets and go with his flow this time.  We were holding hands going up the escalator to the Alaska Airlines check in, feeling lucky and relaxed.  We had parked at the south express parking lot and arrived at the terminal lickety-split.  We saw a family with two young children, lugging car seats, diaper bag, toys, kid food and fodder and had secretly winked at each other like…”remember those days? fun but aren’t you glad we don’t have to deal with all of that when we travel now and we just take care of ourselves for a change”.  We checked in with the electronic device, tagged our bags and were proceeding to security when RM did his classic clinch move that alerts a wife of 30 years that something major is up with her spouse. He stops in his tracks and says “where is my backpack?”  I gave him my classic “what you talkin bout willis look”  He says, “I left it in the back seat of the car.”  So I say with my calm this is not a crisis voice, “so what is in the backpack that we can’t replace in Seattle?”  He ran through a list quickly…book, Aleve, ear plugs, extra jacket, and then… passport.  RM sprang into action and said, “you go on without me, I am going back for my backpack.”  So I did go on, in my best stiff upper lip way, made it through security in 20 minutes, and walked to our gate.  RM had 40 minutes to get back to car, retrieve backpack, get through security, and then to the gate.  I know he can make it, I said to myself.  He managed to flag down the remote south bus, commandeer it just for his needs (no stopping for anyone else all they way to our car and back to the terminal), suavely talking his way through security, taking long strides down the terminal to the gate to find me waiting nervously, last in the line snaking through the loading tube, a cold ice tea in my hand just for him (I knew he would be thirsty), waiting for our turn to enter the airplane fuselage and find our seats. We were the last two on the plane but we were together. While calm on the outside, I was so relieved to see my man and his yellow LL Bean backpack coming toward me that day at Terminal E.

So crisis averted, we enjoy the nearly four-hour flight to Seattle, land without crashing and head to the baggage claim area around 4 p.m. Seattle time.  My bag popped out onto the carousel but no RM’s and there were several other passengers with that same lost look on their faces as they too realize their bag was not one of the ones spinning around the luggage loop.  We traipsed down the terminal to Alaska Airline customer service and wait with all the other luggage losers.  After much clicking on computer keys and quiet conversations between the staff, it was announced that several bags missed the Seattle flight and were sent instead to Portland and would arrive overnight.  RM had worn shorts, shirt and flip-flops on the flight and we had reservations at a lovely Seattle restaurant for 7 p.m. that evening.  The agent said that they would reimburse him for the clothes he needed until his bag arrived. So instead of exploring Pike’s Market we head to a Men’s Wearhouse (MW is what RM and I call it) located near our hotel.  RM gets all his nice clothes from MW as they understand the psyche of freakishly tall man who hates to shop for clothes.   RM tells the salesperson that he has one hour to get him proper attire to wear to a nice Seattle restaurant.  To tell the truth, RM could have worn the casual airplane outfit to the restaurant and no one would have minded.  Seattle is relaxed that way.  You can drop a couple hundred bucks on a dinner and eat in your birthday suit for all they care.  But not RM.  This is a man who showers before taking me to the hospital to deliver a baby or who must change his clothes into something nicer before going to the emergency room to have life saving stitches.

The MW sales man pranced about finding RM a beautiful pair of slacks, ice blue dress shirt, three pair of socks (they only come in sets of three), briefs, and brown shoes that complimented one another very nicely.  Nice sales bonus for sales guy, nice outfit for RM. The slacks had to be hemmed on the premises.  Finding clothes for RM is always a challenge but MW staff loves the kind of challenge equal to styling the Jolly Green Giant (Cha-ching,Cha-ching).  The final bill topped $500. RM looked so handsome in his new duds and we went on to have a lovely evening with my Aunt Myrna and cousin Deanna noshing on seafood and catching up on Hauck family news.  The whole evening both RM and I are thinking, ” there is no way Alaska Airlines will reimburse him for that amount?  Will they?”  The hemming of the pant legs alone was $80, the socks were complimentary.  At four a.m. the next morning, the lost bag arrived at our Holiday Inn Express and we left town with it to cross the border into Canada and Vancouver and the real start to our vacation.  The rest of the trip went off without any hitches, no problems with reservations or accommodations.  We both remarked how great the beds were at all three hotels and the showers were tolerable; at least better than London.

Eight days later we are back in the Seattle airport terminal headed for home.  RM stops by the customer service desk to share his MW receipts with the agent.  He fills out a form, attaches the receipt, comments on the deal RM got on the socks, cuts him a check, and thanks him for flying Alaska Airlines. It was a great vacation, RM came home with a nice outfit and as always we learned lots about traveling in the process.  Did I tell you we say a gam of wales off the deck of our ferry? — priceless.  And the inside of an awesome MW in Seattle.  Happy travels to you and yours.

Top Ten Moments from B.C.

Top Ten Moments from B.C.

1. Whale sighting off the bridge of a B.C. Ferry from Victoria to Vancouver.

2. A dining experience at Hawksworth in Vancouver — the chef elevated the simplest of foods to a higher level. Smoked carrots are divine.

3. Sleeping without the a/c running and outdoor life without the heat and humidity and it is August, right?

4. Views of Whistler mountain and surroundings – Wow!

5. Fireworks over English Bay celebrating BC Day with Canadians.

6. Pride parade in Vancouver.

7. Munching on Rainier cherries from Granville Island Market.

8. Tree top walks through Capilano.

9. Learning about Emily Carr and her art, writings and life. Many similarities to Kahlo and O’Keefe.

10. The openness and warmness of BC citizens from the airline, restaurant, hotel, ferry, and tourist attraction staff — we had just a grand time.

Travel Impressions near Vancouver, Whistler and Victoria

Travel Impressions near Vancouver, Whistler and Victoria

Looking out on the Day of Pride at all the rainbows of color and humanity, I thought of how humans roam the land much like fishes swim the oceans in pools, packs, and trails often all ablaze with purpose and innocent vitality.

Peering down on an old, tall trunk of a tree, stripped of its limbs, with only a knob here and there sticking out rather helter skelter and thought that is what inspired the first totem pole.

How is it possible that sea and sky can come together with such magic?

Aspen leaves are like silver fish in the sky but the sound they make causes me to pause and walk faster up the trail toward camp.

Where have you been fresh calamari and why not on my tongue until now?

Open windows, a fan, night air, seagulls and just us.

Three black crows on a branch, raising hell.

Emily Carr and Victoria go together like rainbow socks and hiking boots.

Mountains, coasts and an island..all in a day.