It is with some trepidation that I am going retro and strolling down memory lane this week, looking at the photo albums to continue to give you a glimpse into “who I am.”
Summer has finally arrived in Connecticut- at least for now. Today has really been a scorcher – in more ways than one.
Through the Looking Glass
I come from a long-lived family. Regular readers know that I often write about my Grandmom, who lived to be 101.
I’ve written how I have a Sixth Sense, and have an eery ability to know when something’s going to happen. I’ve also written several posts about my Grandmom that you just might want to read to see just where I’m coming from.
That’s what this week is all about.
Today I attended the funeral of basically what I consider my last living relative (besides my brother.) My favorite aunt, who was also my Godmother, passed away at 95.
I’m a Baby Boomer, but I still want my mommy.
Post Woodstock, I came of age as an adult in the 1970s.
We spent quite a bit of time down the shore, as my future mother-in-law always liked to rent cottages for the whole family to go to. What was a bummer was that Connecticut lowered the drinking age to 18 from 21 in 1972, the year I turned 20.
Back then there really wasn’t too much to do – we’d go to the movies on Friday and Saturday nights – there weren’t any such things as clubs to go to. It was pretty boring for date-night.
I married in the 1970’s to the guy who was in my homeroom all through high school and took me to the Senior Prom
Don’t you just love the hats that I picked out for the girls?
Actually, the dresses were halter style, and not all that bad. The gal to my immediate left is my IRL best friend, (Hi if you’re reading this, I miss you!) and the only one I keep in touch with.
We were kid-free for 9 years after we got married.
Within 2 weeks of being a newlywed, we bought a boat and traveled all over Long Island Sound, as well as to places such as Newport, RI; Block Island; Montauk NY; Sag Harbor, NY; through the Intercoastal Waterway to Fire Island National Seashore – even after the kids came along
We ended up owning 3 boats over the course of our years
Moving on, we bought our first house, and I off to work I go as a Paralegal for the next 30 years …
and we all know the story about how I’m trying to retire from that dreaded cubicle job. I’m going to end up like Dooce and be fired for writing about it if I don’t end up retiring.
All our friends and relatives were getting married in the 1970s.
There were at least 6-10 couples from high school who got married to each other. For years I served on the High School Reunion Committee. We’re basically the only couple left that’s still on our first marriage.
I know I often refer to myself as the “first wife” and “second wife.“
The ‘me’ of today, is not the ‘me’ who I was back then.
How about you? Are you still who you used to be?
To Be Continued….
Woodstock: Talking About My Generation
If I Could Turn Back Time: Part 4 – The Kids Arrive
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