I like birthdays. I’d like them even more if I didn’t always end up being another year older after each one. Well, to be honest I’ll admit to being born on September 5. We needn’t go into the actual year … suffice to say the #1 hit song at the time was Over The Rainbow from some movie that had just opened.
Anyway, we have always had a lot of family birthdays in September. (I was born the day after my mother’s birthday and I was always hearing about how she spent Labor Day in the hospital and how it was no picnic.) Currently we have three family birthdays in September and we usually celebrate them with one super birthday with my youngest brother’s family. This year with celebrated with splashing in the pool and a super barbecue. And after a brief after dining break …
A water balloon fight!!!
And a somewhat one sided fight at that!
Then it was time to open gifts and eat birthday cake. But first, photos of my great nephews and niece.
Good golly, we have such cute kids in the family! But finally … the cake!
My sister-in-law outdid herself by creating a super chocolate maraschino cherry cake!
And it really was, too!
And that’s how the eldest Edler managed to survive yet another birthday.
Well, what do you expect when it’s Sunday, Mother’s Day, Renee’s birthday, the month of May and the mid-west. The only other thing to expect are the storms. And we had them! Friday! Saturday! Sunday! And a little bit this morning!
That’ what the eastern skies look like after the torential rain showers, thunder and lightening moved overhead and out of Missouri and into Illinois Sunday afternoon as I was preparing to eat dinner. (It was tamale pie and very tasty, too!) Mlle. Renee (who was celebrating her seventh birthday didn’t join me for dinner) because as soon as the thunder she hightailed it into my room and the safety of my bed.
That’s what she always does!
A bit soggy, but totally pretty and pink.
MY WEEKEND CALENDAR FOR DAYS 292 AND 293 OF 2013:
SATURDAY: I went to the first birthday party for my great-nephew. It was a fun occasion filled with kids, fun, games, lots of balls and best of all cake!
Who could ask for anything more or better?
SUNDAY: The weather was sunny and bright and I took advantage of it to cut the back lawns and get the back ready for bad weather to come. It was a comfortable grass cutting day, and I actually accomplished more than I thought I would.
Return with us now to those thrilling days of yesteryear, when from out of the past come the thundering hoofbeats of the great horse Silver! The Lone Ranger rides again!
Yes, I grew up with the Lone Ranger. But not on television!
I was one of those kids who used to spend his late afternoons sitting in front of the big old radio in the living room listening to each daily episode.
The Lone Ranger existed almost entirely in my imagination.
Little did I know that under his mask he really was an actor named Brace Beemer. I also didn’t know that the hoofbeats of the great horse Silver were really a couple of half coconuts clumping on various different surfaces to mark his passages over sand, ground, rock and water.
The last new episode of the Lone Ranger was broadcast on September 3, 1954 … two days before my 15th birthday. I wasn’t even listening to the Long Ranger anymore. The big old radio in the living room had been replaced with a Magnavox TV and I was developing new interests. The Lone Ranger was fading into my memories of YESTERYEAR.
Shortly after my birthday my parents bought their own house, and we moved from the northside of Saint Louis to the house in West Walnut Manor where I live today with a lifetime of memories.
I’ve decided to revisit some of these memories and share them with you. So I’ve created a new blog category titled LOST YESTERYEARS, and periodically, I’ll be using this space to take you on a trek back to some of my fond yesteryears.
NOTE … it’s not easy recapturing the past. Our old living room radio was photographed in the background of about three old family photos. Film was expensive back then, and my mother would never waste a shot on a radio. (Thank God for digital.)
I enlarged one of the photos as best I could and began an online search of vintage radios. I actually found an almost matching radio … the 1940 Philco shown at the top of this post. I actually think our radio was a bit older since it might have been a 1938 wedding present my parents received.
#2 THE PAGE-A-DAY PUZZLE CALENDAR – IT’S ALL GREEK TO ME
Well, I was able to able to unscramble the names of the two plays. So who’s your daddy, sis?
OK, I got George, Drew, Fredric and Edward, and drew a blank on 3 and 5.
JOSEPH (SKIP) BARYLSKI
He was also an inventor, manufacturer …
Born this day in Saint Louis in 1890.
Last night was the annual Zoo Parents Picnic. Since most of the members of the family are Zoo Parents, and since the picnic falls either right before of after my niece’s birthday we use it as the gathering spot to help her celebrate. Yesterday we were worried about being rained out. And just as I entered the zoo grounds we had a 45-second rainstorm with giant rain drops that left 3-to-5-inch rain splots on the ground before the clouds parted for the coolest and clearest evenings ever.
To be a Zoo Parent you have to annually sponsor one of the Zoo Animals. I’ve been a sponsor of the zoo’s meerkats for the past six-years. And this year they’re the spoke-animals for the zoo’s recycling program.
The Zoo Parents begin arriving for the evening as the day visitors are departing … (4:30 to 5:00) … and have a rare opportunity for an evening stroll through the grounds.
One of the big attractions of the evening was the Sea Lion Sound, which is the world’s first underwater seal and sea lion display in the world. The keeper who was there assured us that the cavorting mammals did see us watching them through the glass … and the only reason they cavorted in front of the glass was because they are Mother Nature’s natural clowns and showoffs.
And an illustration of who’s watching who at the zoo …
With the advent of social media, there’s no way you can possibly avoid growing a year older. And I’ve had so many, I can’t remember how many times I’ve celebrated my 39th birthday. So I’ve stopped counting, despite the fact that I can’t ignore it.
So all you can do is grin and bear it. The downsides are wrinkles and gray hair … the upside is neon birthday cupcakes!
Proofreader’s note: Here’s the missing ‘ that fell off the GROWIN’ in the photo.
BIRTHDAYS ARE REFLECTIONS OF OUR LIVES
A multitude of changing images —
And no two ever alike.
Good … bad…
Happy and sad.
Each a part of us
That make us who we are!
Oh, to be that boy of seven again!
While I had a birthday cake every year,
I never had a birthday party.
Sure we cut the cake with Grams and Gramps,
And Uncles and Aunts.
But never a party to which I could invite friends.
And now I share a self-baked cupcake with Mlle. Renee.
It’s called growing old(er).
30DoC – Day 26