tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7684531976778247960.post2857427152961507151..comments2024-03-28T08:07:03.254-07:00Comments on Chant du Départ: It Was 1967OldAFSargehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15935839956936191547noreply@blogger.comBlogger12125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7684531976778247960.post-91457765331997116032015-02-04T11:35:59.102-08:002015-02-04T11:35:59.102-08:00Ah yes, Mom being there would muddy the waters.
S...Ah yes, Mom being there would muddy the waters.<br /><br />Shortly after I got married, my Mom noticed that an old girlfriend had gotten married. She thought it would be a good idea to send me the wedding notice.<br /><br />I arrived home to find <em>The Missus Herself</em> holding up the clipping from the newspaper asking, "So why would your Mom send you this?"<br /><br />Of course, I had no earthly idea beyond the fact that Mom had liked that girlfriend and had yet to meet <em>The Missus Herself</em>. It was, shall we say, awkward. To say the least.<br /><br />The next call home from Korea included the line "Don't do that again Mom. Please."OldAFSargehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15935839956936191547noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7684531976778247960.post-6171352367415593422015-02-04T11:23:33.494-08:002015-02-04T11:23:33.494-08:00That was my first inclination but . . . I was trav...That was my first inclination but . . . I was traveling with my mother and she had fond memories of the girl and the invitation to dinner was her idea.snuffynyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12843569994073955970noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7684531976778247960.post-85843576845231547112015-02-04T11:14:22.377-08:002015-02-04T11:14:22.377-08:00I doubt I'd have stayed on the line once hubby...I doubt I'd have stayed on the line once hubby answered. Or given my best, "Sorry wrong number" voice and been off.<br /><br />But that's just me.OldAFSargehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15935839956936191547noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7684531976778247960.post-12625578999171707762015-02-04T11:10:21.246-08:002015-02-04T11:10:21.246-08:00On an extended trip back to the old neighborhood, ...On an extended trip back to the old neighborhood, I came across the phone number of the first girl I ever dated. I'd taken her to the Semi-Formal Winter Dance at Bishop Eustace Prep School. Also went together to see "G.I. Blues . . . she was a fanatical Elvis fan. Me . . . not so much. But, we did hold hands both times. At the Winter Dance, we actually snuck outside together to have a smoke. We danced to "Moon River." I was 14 but she made me feel grown up. (Moon River still gives me weak knees.) I'd run into her once before, after my return from Vietnam. She was walking through a mall, wearing a naval officer's uniform. We stopped to chat. She'd become a navy nurse. She'd joined to see the world. The navy'd screwed her by stationing her just across the Delaware River at the Philadelphia Naval Hospital. <br />Anyway, when I telephoned her, her husband answered. He was polite . . . but I could feel his vibe through the wires. She was happy to hear my voice but that was it. I invited them both to have dinner with me. The invitation was declined. Thomas Wolfe immediately came to mind.snuffynyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12843569994073955970noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7684531976778247960.post-64831815855035533382015-02-04T09:52:15.057-08:002015-02-04T09:52:15.057-08:00Yes, I can see that one would be VERY careful.Yes, I can see that one would be VERY careful.OldAFSargehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15935839956936191547noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7684531976778247960.post-48122846252672028092015-02-04T09:43:37.767-08:002015-02-04T09:43:37.767-08:00Picking up my prom date, wore my rubber boots to h...Picking up my prom date, wore my rubber boots to her door, muddy ranch yard Shoes on, flowers presented, and pictures taken, it was boots on to get back to the car. As a bonus, I got to carry her to the car. Fun dating a ranch girl. However, as strong as she was, one was very careful where you put your hands.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br />fWell Seasoned Foolhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16670165728759453075noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7684531976778247960.post-15381623793121187322015-02-04T06:49:54.100-08:002015-02-04T06:49:54.100-08:00Seeing pictures of other people whom I have not se...Seeing pictures of other people whom I have not seen in ages is a bit of a shock.<br /><br />Seeing a picture of me when I was younger is a total shock. I often wonder who that old fellow in the mirror is.OldAFSargehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15935839956936191547noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7684531976778247960.post-52887482809815641632015-02-04T06:30:30.139-08:002015-02-04T06:30:30.139-08:00In our memories people we have not seen in a long ...In our memories people we have not seen in a long time remain essentially ageless. When we see them again it's always "What happened to you?"<br /><br />The same thing is, no doubt, going through the other person's mind at the same instant.<br /><br />We all get old, what you might call a "hard" life (being outdoors a lot, working for a living) others might call a full life.OldAFSargehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15935839956936191547noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7684531976778247960.post-25055247642887529672015-02-04T06:29:55.837-08:002015-02-04T06:29:55.837-08:00You didn't cross the Delaware with Washington?...You didn't cross the Delaware with Washington? Whippersnapper! Now Get off my Lawn!<br /><br />Just kidding of course.<br /><br />Sometimes it's better to leave memories be. Life has a way of changing us and not always in a good way. I still see a 30 something Fighter Pilot in the mirror every morning. Finding a current picture of my first girlfriend provoked thoughts much like the commenter above. Ahh well! Any day looking down on the daisy's is better than one looking up at them.juvathttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09096708575138552532noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7684531976778247960.post-22122699192252371312015-02-04T06:10:09.898-08:002015-02-04T06:10:09.898-08:00A few days ago, something triggered my memory of a...A few days ago, something triggered my memory of an old boyfriend. And so I searched for him on FB. I found a man with his name and a mutual friend, so I looked closer. This older, larger man could not possibly be the handsome slim boy I knew. I felt like the movie "Hook" where the Lost Boys do not recognize a grown-up Peter. They take his face in their hands and move it all around until they get a smile. One of the boys says, "There you are, Peter!" I looked through this man's photos - searching for the boy I knew. Then I came across a photo of him as a young man.There you are, David! Dang! When did we get so old? Do I look equally as bad or did he have a hard life?Bag Bloghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01885412195900280096noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7684531976778247960.post-24010421350555811412015-02-04T05:22:36.297-08:002015-02-04T05:22:36.297-08:00Ah Bob, you know the drill, it's always our fa...Ah Bob, you know the drill, it's always our fault.OldAFSargehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15935839956936191547noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7684531976778247960.post-29100071737181491312015-02-04T04:59:51.592-08:002015-02-04T04:59:51.592-08:00Ah, now you have me thinking of my first girlfrien...Ah, now you have me thinking of my first girlfriend. Pretty much the same time period of which you speak. We went to the school picnic together that year. As it was with all couples at the time it was obligatory that you went on a ride called The Olde Mill. This consisted of boats with a single bench seat that floated through a darkened tunnel. The tunnel of love, you say? Why yes, it was, but calling it that would be unseemly in those innocent days. It took all the courage that I could muster and almost the entire trip to finally sneak my first kiss. I was shaking so badly when we disembarked that I could barely walk. Her name was Betty White. No, not that one. A different one. The famous one is older than my mother and that would have been more than a bit creepy. Besides, she was a married woman at the time. And yes, our torrid love affair ended badly as did yours. I don't recall the how or when or why it happened, but I have no doubt that it was my fault..........taminator013https://www.blogger.com/profile/02635084701986840255noreply@blogger.com