Just Ramblin’’ Penny and I had a truly fine trip to Martha’s Vineyard and Nantucket from Labor Day until mid-September, hence the delay in posting. The weather was perfect, the crowds were not so great, and the exploration was great fun. We had been reading a series of books that all take place on Martha’s Vineyard, and the descriptions were so enticing that we decided to see for ourselves. We would go back again, but there are too many other places to see on our continent, and time is fleeting.
We were a bit ahead of the autumn color, but the seafood is always on tap there, so the dining on scallops, clams, lobster, and white fish were fine. And if you ever have a chance for some blue fish pâté try it without fail.
But here we are home again and that is good.
Old Age: There are so many jokes and internet emails about seniors, getting old and forgetful, getting wrinkled, and getting even. The latter are the best ones.
I was driving along and heard a song entitled “Thank God I’m Old” and I was piqued enough to look up the words, which are copied below. To get the best effect, though, click on the URL to hear it played on YouTube.
If you just read the words, the cadence or meter does not flow very well. Best result is to listen and watch the words—or sing along. I discovered that the song is from a Broadway musical that was a moderate success in the 90’s and Tony nominated. It was a show called Barnum, about the founding of the circus. The singer here is billed as “the world’s oldest living woman” aged 106. So here it is. I hope you get a kick out of it. I think the video is about 3-4 minutes.
Thank God I’m Old lyrics – Barnum Cast
When you see the shape the world is in
When the way it is ain’t what it’s been
When folks just care for gold,
Thank God, I’m old
When you take a gander at the news
When you hear the language people use
When no sweet songs are sung
I don’t wanna be young
Daddy Time, he
Doesn’t fret me
Should he spy me
That don’t upset me
Let him eye me
Come and get me
That’s fine by me
Age don’t worry me
When you see the way folks misbehave
When it’s only good times that they crave
When kids are much too bold
Thank God, I’m old
When there ain’t no He-Men left alive
When they tell you three men out of five
End up locked up or hung
I don’t wanna be young.
Gonna get me dressed and powdered down
Call myself a hack and go to town
See every shady street
These feet once strolled.
Then I’m gonna slip back on the shelf
Have myself a nip and tell myself
Though my back buckles and bends
My hair’s got silvery ends
When I see all of my friends
Laid out and cold
Thank God, I’m Old!
Bank Checks: We are headed toward a cashless society, probably not in our lifetime, but with the apps available on cell phones, a surprising amount of banking can be done and it is possible to pay using the cell phone. I don’t know about the security, but my guess is that it is not more susceptible to identity theft than computer or mail.
What that all calls to mind is the evolution of bank checks over the decades. My earliest memory of a check was at the drugstore several blocks away, where there was a shelf with blank checks on it, at a height where an adult could go and stand there and write a check. The check itself was fairly blank, so that whoever was making the check had to write in the name of the bank. There were no bank routing numbers at the bottom, and certainly no check number. I believe that the banks sorted all checks that arrived at their bank sent them to a clearing house for routing to the bank on which the check was drawn.
Recently, I was sorting through some very old papers and came across cancelled checks that my grandmother had signed to pay some property taxes in East Texas. Here is what the check looked like:
Travis Elementary: I don’t know if any of you reading this went to Travis Elementary way back when. I did, and I know Alex Trevino, Marcia Pittman, Louis Dan Holst, Susan Crawford, and Richard Kauffman did, and more whose faces are not popping up at the moment. Maybe Dan Scraiffa, Walter Graham, and Jo Ann Adams.
In August, I was in the old neighborhood and stopped by to have a look. It was closed for the summer, but there has been a big change. It is now a high school with a small population of college-bound students. The kids take advanced courses and most graduate with an Associate’s Degree. I intend to go back and learn a bit more. I gather enrollment is competitive. No sports and I wonder about what sort of campus life they enjoy. Maybe they are all just nerds.
Till next time…
I went to Travis. Laura Helen Moore Brusenhan I have the fondest of memories there.
Great glob. Sounds like you and Penny had a great trip. Definatley enjoyable. Really like traveling, need to get some in before I can’t. Look forward to the Jeff lunchan and visiting with friends. Thanks for all the good information.
I, too, remember the blank checks and how a bank could give an answer with out consulting a computer. Wasn’t life simple. Do you remember when we could mail a letter in SA by only putting CITY on the envelope? After changing that we had to put the name of the city, state and, where I lived, a Zone 13. Now there is a 5 number zip and a four number following. Maybe that is why so many of us are getting forgetful, too many numbers to remember……Zips, routing #’s, account #’s, area code #’s, and the list goes on. I can even remember when a letter could be mailed for a penny if you didn’t seal it. (Now this never made sense). I can also remember when folks could make change….well, that’s another time. Thanks for all the memories. Jeanine