Blog 155 Meandering Through Time
It has been a while since the last blog. Laziness, procrastination, no ideas, no news from anyone, and no new photos. I confess to all those things. So many things today remind me how times have changed, some for the better, some for the worse. So many jokes that come across the internet now are targeted at us oldsters. Here is an example:
Remember when? Remember when you referred to your knees as right and left, instead of good and bad?
But not all are age-related: Here is a very subtle one. If you don’t get it, then you have never waited for the cable repair man to schedule a visit.
A cable repairman was on my street and asked me what time it is. I told him between 8 and 1.
I never cared for the English classes when we studied poetry. The teacher would ask our insights into a poem. I never got anything, but I never admitted it. Someone nerdier than I would raise his or her hand and explain the meaning, which I still did not get. And the teacher (Miss Brawner
comes to mind) acted like the Rapture had descended upon her classroom. (Sincere apologies to Professor Priscilla Weston Tate, who taught English at TCU).
In my later years, I have become more accepting of poetry, though it has been contemporary, as opposed to one of the classical poets that we studied.
Someone sent me this poem about how our time clock is set. It came without a yiy;r and without spacing or phrasing. Here is my translation.
The clock of life is wound but once,
And then no man has the power
To tell it when to stop,
at late or early hour.
Now is the only time you own.
Live, love, toil with a will.
Place no faith in time.
For the clock may soon be still.
Two Whose Clocks Have Wound Down! Two more notices of classmates’ passing have been received: Carl Voelkel
and Edward Davis.
At Mark Twain, I remember Carl as Carl David. I finally learned to drop the David some years back. From Jefferson, Carl joined the Navy and after his stint, came home to San Antonio and went to work for Tom Turner, Senior.
Carl and Tom Turner Junior were both mid-termers, arriving at Jeff as sophomores in January 1951. In later years, Carl became the right-hand man to Tom Junior, when Tom Junior assumed the leadership helm at TETCO. Upon retiring, Carl and his wife moved to the Del Webb community in Georgetown.
CARL VOELKEL OBITUARY
Carl David Voelkel passed on Friday January 20, 2023 at home in Georgetown Texas surrounded by his family. He was born in San Marcos Texas, the oldest son of Walton Carl Voelkel and Mary Alice Stewart then moved to San Antonio where he attended school. He served in the Navy and then returned to San Antonio to work in the corporate field and enjoyed his fifty-two years growing and developing lifelong friendships. He had the ability to genuinely bond with people. He told stories that had meaning. Stories of how it was and how it should be. He was a devoted husband, father and friend. He loved The University of Texas Longhorns, Travelling, and enjoyed the best restaurants.
He is survived by his wife, Aleta Gaye Voelkel; son Scott David Voelkel, brother Pat Voelkel and many cousins’, nephews and friends.
A memorial service for Carl will be held Sunday, February 5, 2023 from 2:00 PM to 5:00 PM at The Club at Sonterra, 901 E. Sonterra Blvd., San Antonio, TX 78528. In lieu of flowers, donations may be made in honor of Carl to the Cal Farley Orphanage in Amarillo at https://www.calfarley.org/
Fond memories and expressions of sympathy may be shared at http://www.cookwaldendavisfuneralhome.com for the Voelkel family.
March 6, 1937-February 28, 2023
No obituary was published for Edward.
Edward and I both arrived at Jefferson in January,1951 as 13-year old mid-termers. He transferred from Page and I from Mark Twain. Neither of us knew anyone else in our class at our new school. We became acquainted while waiting for a late afternoon city bus to take us to our homes early in the semester. By chance, we were both in the Doolittle advisory, and we became lifelong friends.
Edward was born in Belgium (American father and Belgium mother) just as World War II was heating up in Europe. While an infant, his parents threaded their way from Belgium to Spain, finding passage on a ship to the USA and Texas. Edward later traced those steps and recorded the tale of the escape, which he had learned from his parents.
If memory serves, our graduating class had nine students with straight A’s. Edward was one of them, along with Harry Jones, Patsy Brown, and Myrna Bieberdorf, whom Edward married while at Rice. I don’t recall the other straight A’s, although Dick Brusenhan and Joe Coreth were probably two of them. (Full disclosure: I was not one of the nine..)
Edward was a civil engineer whose career was in Houston. Myrna died suddenly of a massive heart attack in 1990. They are survived by two sons.
Ending on a lighter note, here or some more old people jokes. Come to think of it, some of you may not find them lighter!
And a few well-chosen quotes:
“It’s paradoxical that the idea of living a long life appeals to everyone, but the idea of getting old doesn’t appeal to anyone.”
“The older I get, the better I used to be.”
“Grandchildren don’t make a man feel old, it’s the knowledge that he’s married to a grandmother that does.”
J. Norman Collie
“The older we get, the fewer things seem worth waiting in line for.”
“The older I get, the more clearly I remember things that never happened.
“Old people shouldn’t eat healthy foods. They need all the preservatives they can get.”
And finally, one for the ladies, except that these days, earrings are bi-sexual.