Autumn mornings such as today; 60 degrees, light rain falling and an overall tired Friday feeling to it. Baseball has 3 regular season games left to play and the Met’s seem on the cusp of making it to the one game playoff for the wildcard.
I am a very sentimental person and I have been blessed with a childhood that brings back memories that I refuse to let go. So an old picture, a song on the radio or even the aroma of anything – can stimulate my memory and the visions within me of a time past begin to appear as if projected from right behind me.
Growing up in a house with 3 brothers and 1 sister, all of us with a passionate persona (ok, a really short temper) was memorable because each moment was filled with emotions. Emotions of love, solidarity to one another and an underlying competition of sorts in the kitchen, for the TV (we had one and there were 7 channels) and in our rooms. “Lower your radio!” I can hear over the static sounds of WNEW rock station or Bob Murphy calling the game for the Met’s.
I remember when my mom would come back from the supermarket I would run to get the Yodels, Ring Dings, Devil Dogs or Yankee Doodles. I would take one for right then and then hide one easily to be found and the other in a hiding spot I wont even reveal to you now. (Its my yodel I can hide if I want to!)
My mother is a prime example of what a mother should be and is. She can drive you crazy because she is a worrier – but she can calm you down and give you hope when you feel like all hope is gone. She is a fighter, a singer, a baker and a master chef. She is a mother, an adviser, a friend and a doctor all rolled into one.
My father was an icon, We didn’t realize it growing up, although I used to follow him and sit with him listening to the stories he would tell us. To me he was always a giant at barely five feet tall. His eyes and his smile can make me feel loved unconditionally no matter what the situation was.
There was Friday night when I was less than 8 years old – we would watch the Partridge Family, Brady Bunch and The Odd Couple. We would all gather around the big zenith tv which was broken and watch from the black and white TV a quarter of the size of the TV it sat upon and watch.
A couple of years later I remember the Saturday night TV lineup – it was Mary Tyler Moore, Bob Newhart, All in the Family, Alice and then Carol Burnett – wow! I remember those Saturday nights because my pop would make english muffin pizza and then I would go with him to buy the “Night Owl” edition of the Sunday Daily News.
As the weather began to cool and November would roll on in; I would find Entenmann’s Pumpkin Pie – no one can make it better.
These are the uglier days of Autumn; October is promising to be much nicer and more colorful than September has been.
(To be Continued)