Our first meal as a married couple was Arthur Treacher’s Fish and Chips or Who Needs a Fancy Honeymoon

“Where do you want to go for a honeymoon?”  I asked my soon-to-be husband.

“I don’t care… wherever you want to go…” was the reply.

That simple phrase became a recurring theme for the next several decades.

We only had about a week to plan. Neither one of us had actually thought about it.  I was busy finishing college, getting ready to start my first year of teaching; he was a farmer, it was summer and he was busy.  Another theme repeated during our many years together.

We really had no clue.  Neither one of us were travelers.  We both grew up on farms with livestock, so time away from the farm was difficult to arrange and  usually just didn’t happen.

Should we go somewhere exotic?  Neither one of us had every been on an airplane.  Neither one of us had any idea of places to go.  We decided on just a short trip, since I really wanted to get busy working on my school room and lesson plans.  And my college graduation was coming up in two weeks, and then there were 60 sows back at the farm expecting baby pigs as well.  It just didn’t seem like a good time to leave.  Another theme in our lives.

We settled on visiting Hocking Hills, a mere two hour drive.  I called ahead and booked a room at Howard Johnson’s in Newark.  I am not sure how I did that because we had no credit cards and neither of our parents had any either.  I guess maybe we just made a reservation and had to be there by a certain time or they would give the room to someone else.  How busy was Newark Ohio in 1971?

We left the church, drove to my house, left my flowers and dress and Roger’s tuxedo there, grabbed a road map of Ohio and took off.  We drove a 67 Black Mustang GT (paid for in cash) he wore a dress shirt and dress pants and tie. I had an empire waist purple double knit dress with Peter Pan Collar, three tiny buttons,  and a row of ruffles on each side….We each had a suitcase… his well-worn probably used by his older brothers, and mine powder blue, a high school graduation gift that I had hauled back and forth to college for 3 years.

Somehow we made it to Newark,  checked into our room (with cash) and then looked for a place to have dinner. Our wedding had been a typical 70’s occasion; no big sit down meals just cake, ice cream, mints and of course a punch bowl filled with lemonade and scoops of sherbet melting into it. We were hungry.

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“We should find a nice restaurant… something classy…. (I said)  “since it is our first meal as married people!”  So we drove around Newark awhile looking for that special place, but didn’t have much luck and were getting hungrier and hungrier.  Finally an Arthur Treacher’s appeared on the horizon!  We looked at each other and decided we both like fish and chips and we were starving!  As I recall, it was a good meal.

As we drove back to our Motel, a sign similar to this greeted us and we realized we could have eaten at the Howard Johnson’s Restaurant….. like I said, we were clueless.

 

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Rock of Ages

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I was born in 1950.

Dad was born in 1921.

Grandpa was born in 1901.

The rock had always been there on the farm.

Mom and Aunt Mae would come running when she saw us climbing on it, convinced we would fall off and  break something.

Grandpa died and the farm was to be sold.  My cousin wanted that family landmark in the worst way.   So he loaded it on a flatbed trailer and took it home.

As he unloaded the rock, it tipped over.  The leather wrapped coin that was dislodged was enough to finance his retirement and more.

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lunch

First grader: What’s your favorite subject?  

Third grader: Lunch!  

An old joke, for sure, but it has some truth to it.  Most of us look forward to our lunch break whether we are employed full time, are a student, or work from home.  Its a much-needed break in the midst of a busy day.  Its a time to socialize with peers or coworkers, a time to run an errand,  or it’s “alone” time…time to regroup and prepare for the rest of the day.

When I retired six years ago, it took me a while to find an at-home schedule.  I was no longer working outside of the home, but my work at home was still there and it was difficult to get into a routine without waiting for the bell to ring to signal for the next class.

I soon discovered that I needed to schedule a lunch break for myself, even if I spent the entire day alone, which happened frequently.  If I didn’t take a break, I found myself starving in the middle of the afternoon and getting grumpy and sleepy.  So I pulled out my old school lunch tray (we won’t discuss how I happened to have that in my possession) and began to fix myself an easy lunch each day.

I sit on the  loveseat recliner, balancing the tray on my lap and settle in for a leisurely  moment.  Timing was a problem though.  I couldn’t sit still for very long, so I found myself gobbling my food and heading back to the kitchen to clean up and start the next project.  Ten minutes is not enough of a break!

If I watched a TV show, that would be equal to a 30-40 minute lunch and that continues to be my routine, on many days.  I have watched Mad Men, Breaking Bad, Orange is the New Black, Dexter, Downton Abbey, and most recently The Handmaid’s Tale.  Granted, some of these series are not necessarily “shows to eat lunch by”, but I have enjoyed some downtime in the middle of the day, which was my goal.

My meals are not fancy.  Leftovers work well, microwaveable meals, soup and sandwiches, and salads are my favorites.  I do enjoy my vintage cafeteria tray because it takes me back to lunch at the elementary level, where my favorites were Grilled Cheese with Tomato or  Chicken Noodle Soup or maybe Cornbread with ham and beans with lots of syrup!  And of course, don’t forget the chocolate milk and sitting next to your best friend.

What is your favorite lunchtime habit?

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my grownup school lunch. Tomato rice soup with club crackers, chicken sandwich with fresh tomato and something to read!

 

 

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Hindsight 20/20

Dee found it hard to believe how easy it was to dissolve a business that had taken her 40 years to build.

The move to the uptown location had been too pricey, and the timing of the market crash hadn’t helped.

Dee sat in the empty board room.

She grimaced as she looked at the pathetic arrangement of flowers sent by her biggest competitor, and cried as she gazed at the smaller arrangement sent by her “loyal” secretary, who had been with her from the start.

Good employees were hard to find.

Dee should have been less trusting.

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photo credit  Dale Rogerson

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Caller ID

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photo credit:  J Hardy Carroll

 

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The ringing of the phone bounced off the tiled walls until I thought I would go mad.  Ten times, then the caller would hang up and try again.

I struggled with the ropes that bound my wrists and ankles.

I wasn’t sure how often someone came round to check a closed rest area.

There were rope burns from my struggles and I was tired and thirsty.  I needed to get free before I ran out of energy.

The pay phone was making me crazy, but it might be my only salvation.

Unless, of course, the caller was him.

 

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Pungence

 

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Photo credit:  Kent Bonham

The odor grew stronger everyday.  At first, Nita assumed it was road kill from the highway.  But it grew in intensity and on Thursday, grocery day for Nita, the smell followed her all the way to the store.

She checked her tires, thinking she had run over something icky.

She had loaned her car to Don.  Had he left something in the trunk?  There was a sinking feeling in her stomach. Her friends had warned her about Don.

Prepared for the worst, she opened the trunk, and immediately slammed it shut.

Damn it…. Don and his Limburger Cheese obsession…

 

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Still Life

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photo credit: Janet Webb

A jar of his favorite candy.

The tears in her eyes made the shiny wrappers all blurry;  like the memories of better times.

A scented candle in the window, patchouli fragrance. Funny how a certain smell could make you remember.

Late afternoon sunshine filtering through the window….it had been their favorite time of day.

The sketch she had made of him while he slept…..why had she never framed it?  It seemed pointless now.

He should have been more careful.

Soon it would be over forever.

She would make him pay for throwing all these wonderful memories away.

 

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