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It’s 10 o’clock and my Japanese house guest and I just returned from the most boring movie I’ve seen in years. It’s Jack Nicholson’s “Something’s Got to Give”. Ugh!!! I could hardly wait for it to end. Jack is so fat and so ugly; I think it’s time for him to be put out to pasture. A very heavy rain storm is predicted for tomorrow and the next day which is bad news since I plan to drive to San Francisco for lunch with my very dear friends (a late birthday treat) and the next day to Vacaville to visit my two precious elderly friends. Rte 101 here in northern California is beastly in the rain, and kind of scary too. Anyway, I want to get to bed early, so I will continue my birthdays by mentioning only one or two mor Columbus, Georgia, December ’52: My three children and I were living in a very cute Windmill House while my husband was fighting in the Korean war. It was while there that I became 30, and while it seems ridiculous now, at that time I felt as if I had reached old age! I decided to give myself a “wake” so I invited several friends to a party, and I dressed in a very sexy black dress. It was all very foolish, but the truth is I did foolish things sometimes in my life. Hawaii, Dec. ’71: My second husband and I had separated a few months before my 49th birthday, and I was feeling very low. After divorcing my first husband and living through the death of my little Mark (he was hit by a 16 year old driver), I married another Army officer and had four more children. Again I lost a child—my 6-months old Charmaine—to Crib Death. We were all in Japan at that time, and when I heard of a cheap Christmas trip to Hawaii; I grabbed it. Christmas day I drove a rented car to the far end of Bellow’s Beach and spent the entire day all alone on the empty beach, The sand was white and warm, the sea turquoise and green, and I communed with nature for hours on end,. Late in the afternoon I stopped in the Kahala Hilton Hotel which was decorated with a huge Christmas tree and watched people coming and going. Two days later on my birthday Sapatu , a native musician whom my children and I had befriended when we were living near the Kahala Hilton, invited me to take a dinner cruise on the boat he entertained on sometimes. It was a balmy evening; the food was great, the music was sublime; and best of all as we sailed up to Diamond Head and back there was the most glorious sunset followed by all the twinkling lights of Waikiki. Tokyo, Japan, Dec. ’72: Now let’s speed ahead to the next year. Frank and I had reconciled, at least for awhile, and I was back living with the family—also for awhile. For the only time that I can remember my husband arranged a birthday party for me—my 50th-- and invited some of my dearest friends, the Gelwicks and the Sakimuras, plus some World Book Encyclopedia couples who were in Hawaii on vacation. I remember it was a really lovely party, and it’s sad to think that the happiness didn’t last. More soon. Post a comment in response: |
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