CLASS OF 1956 | 2014 | ISSUE 2
My “Finding Your Laugh” Lyris message was intended as a “Creative Whack Pack” card for classmates. My purpose was to elicit an account of your kicks and surprises when attending to and noticing some of the funny stuff going on around you. Since I finished by calling it “your assignment,” however, I probably shut down some of those creative juices.
Mort Paterson certainly captured the spirit of this exercise with this smashing episode: “I am finally learning how to curse. My normally sweet and gentle wife, a versatile actress, has recently been performing the role of Violet, the embittered feisty lady in August: Osage County at our local little theater group. Her language includes some blatant obscenities. Having helped her with rehearsals and seen three performances, I have picked up on her vernacular, joined the trend of today’s grandparents, and am ready anytime to confront nonsense with ‘Blow it out your a**!’ So watch out.”
Having seen August: Osage County a few months ago in the Omaha Community Playhouse (one of the oldest, largest, and best in the country), I know just what kind of language Mort’s referring to there.
John Foster contributed this travel tidbit: “One funny moment comes to my mind which others have found amusing: My wife and I were visiting a small church in England, once the chapel on my grandmother’s family property. The local sextant kindly took us in and on a tour. Noticing me looking up at a series of ladders leading up into the spire, he asked if I would like to ascend for a view of the surrounding grounds.
‘Sure… and are there any bats in the belfry?’
‘No,’ he assured me… ‘once you baptize and confirm them, you never see them again.’”
We also have this family episode shared by George Chien: “I’ll share an amusing story about my 12-year-old granddaughter Jeannette, the Girl Scout. Her troop put on a presentation about Scouting around the world, with each girl representing a country that has a Scouting program. They dressed appropriately, and spoke briefly about Scouting in their country. They were urged not to fall out of character. Jeannette chose Russia and gave her little spiel with an imaginary accent. Afterward a mother approached her with a little girl, hand-in-hand. The mother had a request. She had recently adopted her daughter from Russia, she explained, and the girl had not yet learned English. Could Jeannette, she asked, talk to her daughter in Russian? Well, of course, she couldn’t, so trying not to fall out of character; she made up a story about her parents working in the American Embassy and having moved to the U.S. when she was very young. Consequently, she apologized, she speaks only English. Later I told her, she could have said, ‘I’m not really Russian. I’m Chinese.’ A cool one, at that—but I don’t know what she might have done if they’d responded in Mandarin.”
Responding to an earlier solicitation, we have this comprehensive update from Larry La Brie: “I suspect that most of us are now fully retired and spend much of our time around our individual local towns—particularly places like the doctor’s office, etc. So far Beth and I have been fortunate to have reasonably good health. Some years ago I had some prostate treatment and recently Beth has had cataract surgery and a stroke, neither of which has significantly restricted our activities. We take more pills than we’d prefer, but many of these are vitamins and mineral supplements. Several days a week I try to walk our beach on the southern Outer Banks of North Carolina for at least a couple of hours. The island we live on is not particularly good for finding shells unless we have had a significant storm or beach sand ‘re-nourishment’ is being done. These sand projects involve dredging sand from an inlet or bar and depositing it on our beaches. My favorite find was a large prehistoric shark’s tooth and some really neat shells.
“For a number of years, as a hobby, I have been carving decorative decoy birds—primarily waterfowl. I do this at a class at our local community college with a number of fellow carvers and an instructor. In some respects it is more a club than a class. I also take numerous photographic images—slides and digital.
“Some of our trips have involved viewing birds and other wild animals. Beth tolerates birding but does not enjoy it as much as I do. This year, she found us a Road Scholar trip to southern Florida to observe birds, which we combined with visits to a law school classmate and a former coworker, which we have just completed. I am considering a 10-day birding trip in 2015 to the Galápagos Islands, as it is a place I have long wanted to visit and my carving instructor is coordinating the trip.
“One of the participants in this year’s birding trip happened to be a law associate of our classmate Guy DeFrances—one of those strange coincidences of life—I felt the odds of that occurring were pretty long. He too had gone to a small eastern college and we had some enjoyable conversations about our college experiences.
“We have five grandchildren, the oldest of whom is in high school. Our eldest son is married to a Moldovan lady, and they have young twin girls. Our middle boy and his wife have two boys and a girl. Our daughter and son-in-law are still hoping to have a family—only married four years.
Finally: “Funny? Outlandish? Weird?” [Choose one.” I flew up to Wesleyan in November for Homecoming. My kindly hosts—Peg and Phil Crombie (roomie!). Beat Williams for the first Little Three title in 43 years! A pretty young undergraduate asked for my fossil fuel divestment signature in an elevator (an elevator at Wesleyan?). Grand dinner at Alpha Delt. What’s not to like?] Walter Ebmeyer.
Keep the funny, freaky stuff coming.
GEORGE CHIEN | gchien@optonline.net; 201/261-0997
BOB RUNYON | rrunyon@unomaha.edu; 402/393-3320