Do You Remember 1st Grade?

It's been a long weekend with the tragic news of losing our friend and classmate, Marla Fawell Fitzgerald.  It's been a weekend of reflection and recalling memories of childhood.  While doing my daily household chores and homework, I found myself thinking about Lincoln School, Mike's Meat Market, Henderson's, Dairy Queen and Lilacia Park.  These are or were landmarks and popular businesses in my hometown of Lombard, IL.

Lombard is known as the "Lilac Village" and for a good reason!  In the downtown area there is a 10 acre park that we know as Lilacia Park.  It's a gorgeous park or large garden filled with my favorite flowers, lilacs.  To this day I still visit this lovely park no matter where I live.  And then next to the park is the Helen M. Plum Library.  How many hours did we all spend there researching for high school papers or when we were little kids looking for our favorite Dr. Seuss books.  I still remember going to a viewing of a Dracula movie at the library when I was about 8 years old, and it traumatized me! 

Lincoln School.  My favorite school, and I went to several schools in Lombard as we moved around a few times when I was young.  It stood tall and had a presence about it.  At least in the eyes of a little kid.  I remember the large boulder in front of the school with all the names of veterans who died in WWI that were from Lombard.  The school itself was architecturally interesting.  It was built in 1914, so it looked nothing like any of the other schools in town.  It stood three stories tall with wide staircases.  There was a stage in the gym and an incernerator separate from the building with a tall smoke stack.  I remember when they painted the walls in the school using the colorful palette of the 70s.  Some walls were bright orange or green or purple.  And as a young child it didn't seem right to paint this old structure such modern colors.

Lincoln School is where I met Marla and we became friends.  We played in the large playground.  I remember the swings, the two sets of crossing bars, the monkey bars and slides.  We played "Mother May I", "Green Light, Red Light", statuemaker, girls chase the boys (my favorite!) and other games.  I remember one year when the cicadas arrived and we would all hang out by the back wall and play with them.  Today I can't stand the sound of them! 

I can pretty much remember the names of all my teachers, particularly at Lincoln School.  My first grade teacher was Mrs. Huzinger, then Mrs. Haugen for 2nd grade and finally Miss Furman (who later married and became Mrs. Hunter).  I loved all them!  I think Miss Furman was my favorite.  When I was in 3rd grade I was seriously injured and was hospitalized for 2-3 weeks.  Miss Furman came to visit me and gave me a handmade stuffed frog.  I cherished that gift for many years.  And I still remember receiving an envelope filled with handmade Get Well cards from all my classmates.  I could probably name about half of my classmates from those grades; Laura Tyndall, Lisa Ladd, Mike Szudarski, Betina Woolensack, Neal Alexander, Craig Oddo, Debbie Raetzke, Madge Anders, Pam Nelson and of course, Marla. 

This is only a handful of memories that I have of Lombard, and Marla.  Please share your memories!

Goodbye Marla

Last night I was scrolling through Facebook when I learned about the untimely death of an old classmate.  Marla.  I was stunned by the news, and then deeply saddened.  Tears welled up in my eyes as I tried to digest this shocking and unexpected news.  Someone who I went to grammar school with, attended birthday parties with and played with in the school playground was no longer with us.  It took me by surprise, as it did with other classmates. 

I shared the news with my husband as I needed to tell someone, and he was surprised at how hard I was taking the news considering I hadn't seen this girl since high school, some 28 years ago.  I was surprised, too.  I thought about why it struck me so deeply and I concluded that it was because she was one of the few school friends that I had who never judged you and just wanted to have fun.  She was easily likable, silly and always funny.  She was someone who you couldn't think of a bad thing to say about.

I can still recall having a birthday party for my 8th birthday and Marla was there.  She gave me a stack of coloring books for my birthday, and that's the only gift that I can remember from that birthday.  I loved coloring books!  And I even found a picture of her from that party.  She even had an adorable face, an approachable face. 

I suppose the other side to this news is that it happened to someone who's the same age as myself.  She was only 46.  I have found the 40s to be the best years of my life.  I wonder if Marla did, too.  I hope she was happily married with kids.  And I think she loved her job, but I'm not sure what she did.  I hope life was good to her.

I wish I could have had one last chance to see her and laugh with her.  But it wasn't in the cards for us.  I'm glad I did have her as a grade school friend.  I smile when I think about those days.  May God watch over her family and close friends as they say Goodbye Marla. 

The dreaded dental check up...

Today I went to see my friendly dentist.  I called a few weeks ago because of a tooth that's been troubling me.  A little senstive and it doesn't seem to like pretzels.  So I go through the usual routine with x-rays, picking away the tartar and finally the cleaning.  But while going through this immensely fun ordeal I learn that I have some issues, besides the senstive tooth.  Apparently I'm suffering from some decalcifying of a few teeth or in layman's terms, my enamel is eroding.  Bah!!  And why, you ask is this happening to me?  Too much pop!  Or do you say soda?  I guess one of my teeth, the one that is bothering me is really suffering from some scary eroding.  And it's below the gumline!  How is that possible!  Not enough flossing I was told.  Eek gads!  So I quit smoking, which probably contributed to this new issue, and now I have to give up pop!  Or at least drink water after I have a can of pop.  So there goes all my vices!  No more smoking, no more pop and no more no flossing!  It's tough being human!  And to make matters worse, I have to go back to the hygenist to have a little scraping done on the bad tooth.  Hopefully that will be the end of it, but she had to throw out there that I may have to see a periodontist!  Really?  It's tough to be human.  So to all my friends and fans with teeth, I plead with you to take care of them.  Brush twice a day.  Floss.  And watch the pop!  But now I may have a drink (containing alcohol) to ease the pain in my gums.  Hey, I have a vice!

You Can't Be Both?

The other day my husband and I were driving home from running errands and we were at a stoplight where we spotted a bumper sticker that struck up quite the conversation between us.  It said, "U Can't B Both:  Catholic and Pro-Choice".  Really?  We talked about it and looked at it from different points of view, but we still found ourselves appauled!  For me it was an insult to being an American, despite your religion.  And furthermore the freedom to just be human with your own thoughts and opinions about things.  Apparently not.  So if you're Catholic, which I am not, would you be ex-communicated if you voiced your opinion about being Pro-Choice?  Is your whole faith riding on that simple point?  Does the Catholic religion share this view of the bumper sticker?  OK, here comes the big question; why is this issue so important to people?  Now, think about it.  How does what a woman chooses to do with her body affect you?  Why does everyone need to have an opinion on this, much less why does the government have the right to toy with our bodies?  If it were men having abortions, would this still be an issue?  Probably not.  And I'm not riding on the high horse of feminism here, although I have strong feelings there.  No.  I'm just trying to figure out why everyone is in such an uproar over abortion!  I'm not saying that I condone abortion.  I don't think it should be a last resort form of contraception, but I surely don't believe that anyone should have the right to govern our bodies this way.  If scientists and doctors can't agree on when a fetus is considered a human being, then why is this such an issue.  There are cultures around the world where a baby isn't considered a human being until they're at least 2 years old!  Yes!  2 years old!

But I digress.  I guess to sum up my view, I believe abortion should be legal simply because whether or not it's legal, women will continue to get them.  I would rather have them legal where doctors have to follow regulations and perform them under the best conditions, rather than have a woman go to a butcher and suffer the loss of two lives (depending on whether you believe a 4 week old fetus is a human being).  It's simply too late to stop abortions altogether.  But for someone to tell me that I can't be one faith and believe in Pro-Choice (which stands for more than abortion), well, sorry God, but I'll choose Pro-Choice.

Music Moves Me

Music.  It's everywhere.  Everyday.  Around everyone.  Wherever you go there's music.  In the grocery store, at the office, in the mall, the doctor's office, in your car and even when you're placed on hold!  Music is in our lives all the time.  But have you ever thought about how it affects you?  How it moves you?  Lifts you or brings you down.  Pretty powerful stuff. 

Music has always been an intergral part of my life.  As a teenager I had a pretty large and diverse collection of albums.  Yes, albums.  Now I'm giving away my age!  I remember how certain songs coincided with my feelings (and it still does!).  A new song would play on the radio that perfectly reflected how I felt about a certain boy.  That song would become the theme song of my life!  And then when that boy didn't know that I existed, a new song would reflect my broken heart.  Sometimes when I hear those songs I can go back in time and relive it.

When I'm driving I always listen to the radio.  I have found music to be almost therapeutic when driving, especially during rush hour traffic.  There have been numerous occasions in my life where music has been helpful.  About five years ago my first husband suddenly passed away.  Needless to say I was devastated and grief stricken.  The first year was the most difficult.  Just getting through the day was challenging, especially during the first couple of months. 

The grief and pain overwhelmed me.  I was drowning in sorrow, and even anger.  I turned to my friends and family on a daily basis, as they offered support to me.  But sometimes talking wasn't enough.  Music.  Listening to music gave me hope.  If even for a short time, it painted a picture of sunshine and made me feel good.  More than anything, music gave me the best counseling.  It lifted my spirits and propelled me to go forward.  But while music could be uplifting, there were plenty of songs that would remind me of my dearly departed husband, and there the tears would follow and flood.

Sometimes I think we forget the power of music.  Its ability to lift us, move us, inspire us and just make us feel good.  Recently I just thought about how music helped me get through those first few horrible months after Mark died.  I even remember what I listened to; Basia.  She's a contemporary artist that sings mostly jazzy pop songs, and when I listen to her, which is frequently, I still feel that hope and inspiration take over me and bring a smile to my face.