The Cardinal Baseball World Series Winners Brings On Boomer Memories

As some of you may have heard by now, the St. Louis Cardinals won the World Series last night. If you are from St. Louis that really gets you pumped, as the young folks say. As a resident, from St. Louis county, my heart is still racing. Today there is a silly smile on my face. In addition, the memories from the past years of my life, connected with the St. Louis Cardinals are screaming in my head.

Okay, that does it!  I have fought my head too much today with all these memories.  I need to get it out and on paper so WorkingBoomer can go to work tonight.  As some of you may have heard by now, the St. Louis Cardinals won the World Series last night.  If you are from St. Louis that really gets you pumped, as the young folks say.  As a resident, from St. Louis county, my heart is still racing. Today there is a silly smile on my face.  In addition, the memories from the past years of my life, connected with the St. Louis Cardinals are screaming in my head.  They are saying, Write, Write and Write some more.   My body is saying get to bed Fool you have to work again tonight.  What a dilemma.  There is no use laying down again because the noise in my head is too loud so here I am folks, WRITING!

Back in the day, I remember the radio station KMOX playing the Cardinal games as my Daddy listened to it in our two family flat in St. Louis, Missouri. Daddy was in a good mood if they won and not so happy when they did not.  Now those were the days!  The radio was the thing not the television.  If you lived in St. Louis you could hear radio’s playing the game in almost all the city apartments.  Even though I was just a small child, I remember.  I remember the great Stan Musial playing on the Cardinal team.  Stan the Man He Was and still Is.

Then the day came when our family moved to a small town in Arkansas.  I was growing older and getting interested in boys.  At a very early age of 17 years, I married for the first time.  Yes, I said the first time.  Many of us boomers have one, two, three or maybe even more.  I married a Cardinal Baseball fan.  We moved to St. Louis.  Now I was simple, in mature and just plain nuts at times.  I did not know very much about men or sports.  My new hubby loved him some Cardinal Baseball, and still does.  I used to dance around in front of the television to get him to notice me when a game was on.  All he did was peak around and keep on watching the Great Cardinals.  Back then, I thought that meant he didn’t love me.  Now how can a woman compete with the Cardinals?  Oh well, he was a good man and that is history.  He lives on and so do the Cardinals.

I remember the wins that the Cards make in 1964 against the Yankees.  Then there was the win in 1967 against the Red Sox.  Then came the 70’s.  The Cards were still playing and as a new divorcee, I was too.  Soon there was hubby number two.  Then later no hubby again.  This time I found a new fellow that loved, yes you guessed it, THE CARDINAL BASEBALL GAMES.  I remember Ozzie Smith doing his flips.  Then there was Mark McGuire with his 70 home runs.

After that there was a brief encounter with hubby number three who preferred motorcycles over baseball but that didn’t work for me either.  Yes, I was a wild boomer for awhile.  It is my past and is filled with memories that includes the win of the world series in 2006.  At that time I screamed at the top of my lungs with my best friend as we listened to the game on the radio at work.

This year, 2011, I am proud to say that I am a Cardinal Fan.  All the players did a GREAT job as they won the series played against the Texas Rangers.  Now there are greats like Albert Pujols, and David Freese.  Oh and how about that new Rally Squirrel?  He was all decked out in his winter attire on face book letting folks know to keep warm at the game.  Stan Musial is a little older, just like me. I saw his picture last night.  I know he is proud of the Cardinals and has many memories too.

Now that my body is relaxing with my heart smiling, I will be able to rest before work.  The Cardinals and I have something in common.  Something that Boomers share too.  We are not quitters.  We go for the win.  We have seen many things.  We have endured loss and change but we continue to play the game of life to the fullest until the end.  Some folks love us and some may not.  We continue on!  We persevere!  We have a purpose!  Win or loose,we share our experience, strength and hope.  It feels good to win.   But win or loss, it is about HOW YOU PLAY the game.   I hope this has sparked some memories that you can write about.  As the old saying goes;  The Game Is NOT over until The Fat Lady Sings.

Reference http://en.wilpedia.org/St._Louis_Cardinals

On The Road To Grandma’s House

Let us not forget the stories that Grandma can share with her grandchildren as they get older. Those are stories and experiences that a grandchild has missed. It is a time of the past that has lead to today.

Grandma visitYesterday, I learned that I would be a grandmother of a little baby girl in March of 2012.  This was very exciting news.  Then I began to think about events of the past and the future.  There are many stories and nursery rhymes about grandchildren on the road to grandma’s house.  I remember skipping road and going down the street to see my grandmother.  Then there was the ride into the hills to visit my grandmother from my Dad’s side of the family.  We lived in a very small town so neither trip took very long, but was fun.  I looked forward to those times, as many of us did.  The smell of fresh baked pies and family get together is still clear in my mind from those days.  The one thing that I do not remember is a visit to our house from my grandparents.  Have times changed?  I believe that they have.

Today there are single boomer grandparents living in the city.  Some of us are waiting to move into senior citizen retirement apartments.  Others are living in 55 communities and enjoying the good life.  A Lot of grandparents are attending events at their local senior center in order to stay active and social.  Many boomer grandparents are traveling to see the world at a late age.  Then there are those that are unable to travel due to illness, the economy or the necessity to keep working in order to make a living.

Some grandchildren live with their parents in the grandparents home.  Others may have grown children that live thousands of miles away.  As a boomer, can you relate with this?  Grown children sometimes expect the grandparents to visit their homes because it is more convenient for them, due to busy times in this generation.  Travel can be costly for parents and grandparents.  It is not as easy to skip rope down to Grandma’s house.

There are grandparents living in assisted living facilities.  I wonder just how many parents bring their children there to visit with Grandma.  I do hope they come on a regular basis.  There is nothing that can bring a smile to an older person’s face than the sight of a child.  That Grandma would enjoy a hug from her grandchildren.  There is something very special between grandchildren and grandparents.  The bonding is important to keep the family spirit alive.

Even though many grandparents are learning modern technology in adult classes, it is wonderful to have that grandchild that can help Grandma to learn.  Let us not forget the stories that Grandma can share with her grandchildren as they get older.  Those are stories and experiences that a grandchild has missed.  It is a time of the past that has lead to today.

Yes, it is important to take the road to Grandma’s House.  It is important to allow the bonding to take place.  Grandma’s house may not be as it was many years ago in story books.  The house may be different.  It may be larger, smaller, brighter or sometimes even darker than those we have read about.  Pies may no longer be cooking in the oven because times have changed.  The importance of grandchildren and grandparents bonding has not changed.  Boomers and boomer children let us keep that alive.  Take the time to take the trip on the road to Grandma’s house.

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Baby Boomers Journey On The Road Of Life

The journey of life is just that a journey. Sometimes it is smooth and sometimes not. The journey changes each second, each minute, each hour and day. As we go through the times we often wonder why this or that is happening. Then many years later we look back and see more clearly the reason. It is then that we know the purpose and appreciate the wisdom that we gained. Boomers of today are doing just that. Today our lives are being touched in many ways. We may be repeatedly asking why or searching for an answer. As we search, there is a possibility that we are missing that which is most precious. It may be very close to us as we search with our intellect and disregard our hearts. We may be caught up in the day to day clutter of our minds.

The journey of life is just that a journey.  Sometimes it is smooth and sometimes not.  The journey changes each second, each minute, each hour and day.  As we go through the times we often wonder why this or that is happening.  Then many years later we look back and see more clearly the reason.  It is then that we know the purpose and appreciate the wisdom that we gained.  Boomers of today are doing just that. Today our lives are being touched in many ways.  We may be repeatedly asking why or searching for an answer.  As we search, there is a possibility that we are missing that which is most precious in our lives.  It may be very close to us as we search with our intellect and disregard our hearts. We may be caught up in the day to day clutter of our minds.

Elisabeth Kubler Ross, Swiss-author and psychiatrist said, “Learn to get in touch with the silence within yourself, and know that everything in life has a purpose.  There are no mistakes, no coincidences, all events are given to us to learn from.”  I find this so very true.  As we boomers look back at our past, our life has been a journey of learning experiences.  Our experiences are not over.  We can use those experience to maintain our life today and share with others.  So many times, we allow ourselves to get wrapped up in the “what isn’t”, instead of focusing on the positive of “what is”.  Many years ago Dr. Ross wrote the five stages of grief which are (denial, anger, bargaining, depression and acceptance.)  Not only can this be used with dealing with death, it can be used to deal with other life situations that are connected with loss.  You can find out more about the five stage model of grief at Elisabeth Kubler-Ross Foundation’s website.  The bottom line is, with acceptance comes peace.  Peace comes in the quietness or stillness of the mind.  Only then can we truly appreciate true beauty and keep ourselves connected with the sunlight of the spirit.

Today I choose to remain in the present in order to carry myself as a humble but proud boomer.  I have a story.  There is something to be learned from my story for someone out in this world.  The events may not have been as society would have judged them as the best but it was my life.  I learned, and will continue learning, as I continue on with life’s journey.  With that said, I will end this with one of my favorite quotes from Dr. Elisabeth Kubler-Ross.

“As far as service goes, it can take the form of a million things.  To do service, you don’t have to be a doctor in the slums for free, or become a social worker.  Your position in life and what you do doesn’t matter as much as how you do what you do.”

I encourage each and every boomer to share your experiences and your story.  Continue to learn on your journey!

Boomer Childhood Memories

If you are a boomer reading this I hope it took you to a place of importance in your life. I hope you will share your story with others that will listen. Most of all, I hope that it has instilled in you the memory of what is really important. Simple can sometimes be the most priceless of things that we have! Ask yourself, is it too late? Maybe your family can still have some of this on a beautiful week end coming up soon.

As I awaken from a short nap today and sat enjoying a cup of cappuccino, my mind went back in time to my childhood.  I thought of the big city of St. Louis, Missouri where I was born.  It was a city not suburbs as some of us call city today.  I remember the two and four family flats around the neighborhood.  Most families rented.  The flats were not air conditioned.  Instead, a fan was placed in the window for cooling.  Neighbors sat on the front porch steps to cool in the evening.  Those buildings were very hot in the summer time.  Children played on the sidewalks such games as hop scotch and jacks.  Some kids were lucky enough to own a bicycle.  Our treat consisted of getting a nice cold snow cone from the snow cone man when we heard the musical sound of his truck coming. Our parents were blue collar workers. They were proud to have jobs in factories near by.  After a hard day of work some listened to the Cardinal baseball game on the AM station of their radio.  You could smell the aroma of home cooking coming the apartments. Dinner time was called super time and lunch was dinner.  A hearty lunch consisted of half a bologna sandwich and a can of Campbell’s chicken and noodle soup.  Super usually included some form of potatoes, a meat and gravy, peas or beans.  Children did not complain about their meals and Mom’s enjoyed cooking them.

Week ends came and some Dads might have a beer or two.  Mothers did the weekly grocery shopping at an outside fruit and vegetable market.  Meat was purchased from a butcher at the meat store.  The butcher was a friendly sort of chap with meat blood stains on his apron.  He always cut and wrapped a generous good portion in white freezer paper. The butcher knew all his customers by a first name basis.

Some times families enjoyed the parks on Sunday.  I remember the bright colored plastic table clothes spread out on picnic benches.  Huge bowls of potato salad, slaw and all the fixings were there for a wonderful picnic meal.  Adults and children played softball, badminton and shared a lot of laughter and fun.  At the end of the day we were relaxed, a little tired, sometimes sun burned, but happy. That was life in the big city.

Later I remember the move to a small town.  It was a much slower pace.  The town has one grocery store not a butchers shop.  There was a town square that sat right in the middle of the town with the stores around it.  You could see the old cotton gin where farmers brought their cotton in wagons to be ginned and bailed.  Sometimes there was country music players in the square for the town folks entertainment.  It was very important to get to town at the right time on Saturday evening for the town drawing.  I remember waiting anxiously to hear who would win the prize for the week.

On Sunday most folks put on their go to meeting clothes and attended church.  Everyone’s shoes were shined and dressed in their best clothes.  You could see men’s faces freshly shaved.  Women looked as though they just walked out of a country fashion magazine.   Hats were properly taken off prior to entering the building except for the ladies.  Of course they displayed their hats proudly on their heads clipped on with hat pins.

Sunday dinner was a big thing in the small town.  Tables were prepared with the best dishes.  The windows of the houses were open.  Curtains were swinging back and forth in the windows.  You could smell chicken and okra frying.  Potatoes were being mashed with real butter.  The gravy was simmering in the skillet. Fresh pies were coming out of the ovens.  Beautiful red tomatoes were sliced from the garden.  The families gathered around at the table and enjoyed a feast.  After dinner some nodded off for a nap while others just relaxed as if there was not a care in the world.

If you are a boomer reading this I hope it took you to a place of importance in your life.  I hope you will share your story with others that will listen.  Most of all, I hope that it has instilled in you the memory of what is really important.  Simple can sometimes be the most priceless of things that we have!  Ask yourself, is it too late?  Maybe your family can still have some of this on a beautiful week end coming up soon.