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Senior Scene
Since at the time the country was involved with W.W.II, we “ad-women” were busy doing all we could to support the troops. Along with various money raising activities, our group and others such as the Treasury Department Women, spent two evenings a month visiting the troops at Fort Dix. There the soldiers were either waiting to go overseas or returning from their tour of duty abroad. As entertainers for the evening this meant a quick trip to the hotel that served as our headquarters to change into our evening clothes and glamorous makeup before making the long, cold trip in a dark, unheated school bus. When we arrived we ran an inspection line of soldiers waiting at the facility entrance. They were standing there looking us over, and deciding who they would ask to dance. These soldiers were from all over the country with a variety of accents and dancing styles that kept us busy coping. One such evening I was asked for the first dance by a young man who had been raised in the mountains of Tennessee, and had a style of dancing that was very hard to adapt to. But he was very pleasant, and he smiled and laughed a lot. We danced several times that night, and I managed not to be stomped on. As the set ended, he leaned over and whispered, “I ain’t used to these here boots, and I don’t have much experience wearing any shoes.” I never knew if he really meant it, but, as he said, “I guess you never met anyone from Suck Creek, Tennessee, before!” I looked that up, and it is a real town. And then there was the wiseguy from Brooklyn with the fast mouth (but that’s another story!) If you want to meet some of the nicest people in town, get to know the members of the RSVP (Retired Senior Volunteers Program) and CERT. As a senior, I have been fortunate enough to have these fine people help me clean up from three hurricanes. The trees, bushes and debris kept piling up, and as soon as one aftermath was disposed of, another came along. A few weeks ago, two lively men from Navarre CERT, Ralph Agnew and Bob Ferson, pitched right in the 90 degree weather to finish (I hope) the job. They repositioned two bird baths and an iron park bench, as well as cutting trees and returning things to their proper places. suggested that RSVP should put a plaque on the bench reading, “Your seat here is by the courtesy of two of Nature’s Noblemen.” Rules for staying young: Throw out nonessential numbers, including age, weight, and height let the doctor worry about those, that’s what you pay him for. See you next week. |
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