Musical ditty brings back memories of more simple life
I woke the other night at 2 a.m. with a couplet from one of the Gilbert and Sullivan musicals, The Mikado, ringing through my brain. If it rhymes, I can never seem to forget it, and all the Mikado characters with their peculiar and clever names have stayed in my mind for what seems like forever.
In my high school's production, the King was Nanki-poo, and among the Three Little Maids From School was Pittysing, which was my role. This was way back in my youth, of course, and the kind makeup crew had a difficult time trying to change a redhead with freckles into a dark-haired Japanese schoolgirl, and we all hoped the black wig would help.
The junior high school production was well-received, as the audience was mostly parents. Joe Lomax, the boy who played Nanki-poo, also became my first real, official date. He was tall and also had red hair. He was cute and smart, and he took me to a play downtown. Okay, his mother had to drive, as he was not old enough for a license, but thankfully she did not sit with us.
Afterward, we stopped at an ice cream parlor and made a cozy trio. Like all women, no matter what age, his mother and I seemed to have no trouble keeping the conversation going, while Joe just smiled quietly to himself. He always was a very polite boy.
Gee, wasn't dating, and life, simple in the old days?
Here are some (presumably) real comments written on hospital charts by doctors:
"The patient has been depressed since she began seeing me in 1993." (Hey Doc, don't take it personally, chances are she was still depressed when she stopped seeing you.)
"The patient is a healthyappearing decrepit 69-year-old male, mentally alert but forgetful." (I know lots of 69-yearold
guys who fit that description! — nothing personal, boys.)
This Saturday, Sept. 20, the Jazz Fest Goes On. The annual event, held at Phineas Phogg's inside Seville Quarter in downtown Pensacola, is only $20 and features a variety of accomplished jazz musicians and singers from 6 to 9 p.m.
Jazz music is a uniquely American art form and a favorite of our "best and brightest generation." For information, call 433-8382. I hope to see you there!
Sally Senior will be remembering her 70th year of marriage this week. And even though this anniversary misses the most important element (the groom), 70 years is still something notable to remember.
Gerontologist Magazine tells us that long-term marriages contribute to good health as well as love. Well, I can attest to that! And that leads me to a Jewish proverb that's definitely a kernel of wisdom:
One of life's greatest mysteries is how the boy who wasn't good enough to marry your daughter can be the father of the smartest grandchild in the world.
See you next week!