Would have been 56 years

Back in September, I purloined an article by Charlotte Observer writer Gerry Hostetler about my father, Les, but I intentionally left out the stuff about my mother, Trudy, being with my father until this day, which would have been my parents’ 56th wedding anniversary. My father died on August 10, 2000.

“She was the wind beneath his wings,” [my sister] Leslie said of her mother. [At my father’s funeral, Leslie sang that song to my mother.]

Les met Trudy by mistake when she was 13. He was delivering for a florist and went to Maple Street instead of Maple Avenue. “He knocked on the door,” Trudy said, “and here was this guy with a big smile and a bouquet. The flowers weren’t for Trudy…but the smile was. They wound up in school together, and when he read a book report aloud, “I was mesmerized,” she said.

When he proposed, he told Trudy, “I may be a headache, but you will never be bored.” They celebrated their 50th anniversary March 12 [2000], and though they hadn’t sung together [in public] for 15 years, the Greens [Les, Leslie and I] sang. “We fell into it, Leslie said. “People were in awe.”

“You know he was right,” Trudy said. “He warned me, but I was never bored.”

This part of the story was actually quite on target. {Don’t know about the “awe” thing.} But even recently, my mother noted wistfully using those same words, “I was never bored with him.” She was sometimes exasperated or those other things that people married a half century go through, but boredom was not my father’s thing.

Five and a half years on, my mother appears to be coping pretty well after Les, but I know she still misses him, especially on days like this.

Wish I had some digital pics of them; I’ll have to get that scanner I bought to work someday.

Follow up

In answer to the question you all want to know: on March 7, “roger green” was #10 on the Google list. I didn’t go up, but I’m still on the first page.

Follow-up to that “Racist Song report” is here. Tom the Dog will be pleased to note that the writer probably hated the movie “Crash” more than he did.

ABC News devoted about 4 of its 22 minutes to its lead story about the death of Dana Reeve on its broadcast Tuesday, which seemed to be a lot. To be fair, it also included a report that 1 in 5 women who develop lung cancer are non-smokers, as opposed to only 1 in 10 men, and science is not certain why. Dana Reeve was a non-smoker.

Mark Trail is one of those old time comic strips I grew up with, one that some might say, “They’re still putting THAT out?” – the Comics Curmudgeon does cite him regularly. For me, it’s in the local paper, and I scan it only because it’s there. But the storyline that started in the last panel of February 17 struck my interest. By February 27, the plot involved a potential land grab, and by March 6, it was named: eminent domain. You can read the strip here.

Since Rod Serling and I were so tight (OK, I met him once), I should note that, starting in 2007, there will be a Rod Serling Museum in my hometown of Binghamton, NY, about six blocks from where he (and later, I) went to high school. Incidentally, a small part of the piece in the Wikipedia about him is wrong. The place he (OK, and I) graduated from was Binghamton CENTRAL High School, not Binghamton High School; it didn’t change its name until 1982, well after he died. “They say Tanzania, I say Tanganyika” is apt here.

The New York Post this past Friday, had a subheadline about a space elevator. It being the bastion of journalism that it is, I was disinclined to believe it until I saw this.

Lefty is BACK with a Mixed Bag CD exchange, if it’s not too late.

Speaking of music, Johnny B. found this interesting site of notations on 212 Beatles songs.

Finally, because my former colleague Anne brought it to my attention, and because I feel obliged to keep up with all news of a librarian nature: Nuns to Face Librarians in Spelling Bee.

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