I just put away the last of the Thanksgiving china and I am taking a moment to really stop and think about all that I have been blessed with in my life. You always seem to be so busy the day of "Thanks" that you really do not take personal time to sit down and actually think about the fortunes that you have been given. When you stop to say "Thank You" to something that you care about or love, it generally revolves around a person, an event, a message, a feeling, a memory.....something extraordinary that has happened in your life or something simple. Today I am giving "thanks" to my former grade school simply known as "St. Rose" as it is providing me with a beautiful and funny memory........
November, 1965
It is the Saturday morning of the "Annual St. Rose Turkey Dinner" and I am quite excited as I have been asked by Father Kuzma to help out and serve dinner that night. I was only 11 and felt extra special that I was chosen along with my best friend, Eileen McGrath to help out at this annual event. I mean to be picked by the parish priest, Father Kuzma, no less, was an honor and we both knew that we had to be up to the challenge that awaited us at this dinner. We were kind of popular in a" catholic school nerdy" way but in reality we were just a couple of dorky, smart mouthed, boy crazy girls who were always looking to have a good time. The "Annual St. Rose Turkey Dinner" was our time to shine!
The whole point of this dinner was to make money for our church. Another important part of this night was to socialize with the many parishioners that attended our church. But to me and Eileen, there were two great things about this night.....1. We got to wear whatever we wanted! 2. There will be boys there! I liked a few boys from my class but I had a big crush on Jim Heck who was two years older. Eileen, on the other hand had only one boy on her mind.....Paul Quigley....a true bad boy with gorgeous blue eyes and smile that would never end. Now of course we were not allowed to have any special feelings for boys as we were devout Catholic girls attending a devout Catholic School. But hey, it was the 60's and we were developing into a couple of super cool girls! We needed our crushes as they were a way of satisfying our preteen urges. Yes, tonight would be perfect! Wear something cute, flirt a little and become the best little church helpers Father Kuzma had ever seen!
I sure would like to open up that box we just received from my Aunt Betty, sent from London, England!
I am sure she bought me something really cute from Barnaby Street or some cute Beatle go go boots.
There must be something in that big box that I can wear tonight. Despite the fact, I was wearing braces and had short, crooked bangs, a new cute, hip outfit would give me the confidence to talk to Jim Heck, or maybe even Bob....the real bad boy....Barr! What do I have to loose? If I get caught opening the box and I could always explain away my decision to do so. Ok, what the heck...like in Jim Heck! I am going for the box at rapid speed, heart beating fast, knowing that I am going to find an amazing gift. I find my wrapped present that says "To: Ginger, From: Aunt Betty and the Boys" tear into it like a maniac, sweat running down my forehead "I'm going to be cute tonight" I secretly sing....Wait!...What is this?.....A bright, parrot green fur hat with two giant bright parrot green pompoms! There must be a mistake! This package came from LONDON, ENGLAND....the home of the Beatles, Mary Quaint, Twiggy! A bright parrot green fur hat with two giant, bright parrot green pompoms. This must Toni's present. She likes green. Our presents must have accidentally been switched. Going for the box that says " To: Toni From: Aunt Betty and the Boys" I am out of control opening the present that was supposed to be for me! What?.......A bright royal blue fur hat with two giant bright royal blue giant pompoms! Eva's box must be mine.....a bright fire engine red fur hat with two giant bright fire engine red pompoms!!!!! And Vicki's box......a bright canary yellow fur hat to with two giant bright canary yellow pompoms!!!! Sitting along side the destruction of the box marked "To the Steils" from London, England, I feel.....I feel....I feel crazy!!!! How could anyone send these presents to four semi-cute girls
living on 1919 Bruning Drive in 1965!!!! I will never be able to re-wrap these gifts....the destruction is permanent..... I know! I will just hide everything in the attic and worry about it tomorrow. I have an event to go to tonight and I have to choose between my only two dresses. The purple and green paisley umpire or the black velvet jumper with white lace collar. After thinking about it for awhile the latter dress was my chosen attire for the big night. A touch of make up, black leggings and pumps. I'm off to the church, getting excited for the night to begin.
The turnout is huge. Everyone is there including my family of 6. I don't see Jim Heck, but there is Paul Quigley looking extra cute tonight with his navy blue blazer and khaki pants. I wonder if I have a secret crush on him? It's possible as I give him a big toothy smile and find I am blushing a bit. Feelings short lived as here comes Eileen, looking adorable in her green and purple umpire dress with green leggings and purple velvet shoes. I hesitate over my outfit for a moment but snap out of it as soon as I hear Eileen laugh. This was going to be some night and we were going to be the stars!
We were each given the responsibility of taking the dishes of food to the different tables. We had to be careful and show confidence. We also had to make sure each table had enough butter and water. It was a lot of work but I think that we are doing a great job. The parishioners are smiling at us and letting us know that we are really living up to the church's expectations. But where is Jim Heck? I have already seen Bob...the really bad boy....Barr, John Murdy, Harold Flood, but no Jim. I am a little disappointed but continue with my duties. Oh, there is my 6th grade teacher, Russ Gimour and Sister Mary Daniela. Father Kuzma goes up front to give a blessing and thanks us all for attending. There he is!!!!! Setting in the very back is the gorgeous Jim Heck.....he kind of looked like Ernie from "My Three Sons." He had on a blue oxford shirt and brown blazer and was sitting next to his parents. I must hurry and make sure his table has enough water and butter!! I have "butterflies" as I approach his table. Giving them a flirty smile I say hello and ask if there is anything they need. OH No!! Something is running down my leg! Did someone spill some water? My face is turning red as I am in the middle of one the most important conversations of my life! But it is still there....a stream of something. Trying not to be conspicuous I look down at about the same time I say "Do you need any butter"? It can't be??? NO WAY!! But yes sure enough, there running down my leg was the first evidence that I was entering puberty. I was having my first period at the "Annual St. Rose Turkey Dinner!" Not knowing what to do I dash out of there as fast as I can, running into trays of food and well dressed parishioners. I run into the bathroom stall, check again and start to cry because I did not want this to happen tonight. I try to get it to stop long enough for me to get my mom and go home. I feel humiliated and believe I was being punished because I had opened the presents from my Aunt Betty and cursed the contents of each box.
I was definitely having "catholic girl guilt" and could not wait to get out of there. In the middle of Father Kuzma's charity drive speech my family of six along with me scurry out of the church and head back to our 1919 Bruning Dr. house. As the stream was still running down my legs, there were streams of tears also running down my face.
As soon as we get home, my mom who had been expecting this, shows me what to do, knowing that this was a big day for her first born. I beg her not to tell anyone but a little later I see her give my dad a look that said "She'll be fine" and "Aren't we proud". Doubly horrified at this point I convince myself that this has not happened. I have to do something to change this! I run up to the attic and pull out two of the unwanted presents from London, England, take the evidence known as my underwear, grab my sister Toni and run out to the back of our property where we burned our trash in an old rusted out incinerator. I gave Toni the bright parrot green fur hat with giant parrot green pompoms to put on and I wore the exact same one only in bright canary yellow. There on the night of the "Annual St. Rose Turkey Dinner", I took out the evidence of my new journey in life and place it into the burning fire. Standing close to my sister, each of us in our quite loud, but very warm hats, I start to mourn the loss of my youth. And as we are standing there with each other, she not quite knowing what happened and me knowing that one day it will happen to her, I start to feel ok because out of the corner of my eye I spot two big pieces of old barn wood, a cable spool and a couple of old bottles. Yes, everything was going to be ok because as the fire started to die I start to think about what I could do with the barn wood and cable spool. I know! I will build myself a small little house right where I have been mourning my youth!!! Yes, a cute little house with curtains and flowers and happy things. And I will go to this place everyday to dream, play, share, create, make believe and be thankful!
We all have so much to be thankful for. I wanted to start this blog to write about flea markets and such.
But while I do love going to a place "infested with fleas" the current place of my infestation is inside of me because I am being infested with stories and memories that are just as important as going to an antique store or swap meet. Just like the the thrill and hunt for that great find, we all have that great find inside of ourselves. So yes this November Thanksgiving I am very thankful.....thankful that I got the courage to remember, thankful that I love where I come from and where I want to be. So friends, despite being busy, crazy this holiday season, take time to remember, because it is the best present you can ever give yourself. When you remember, you know why you are thankful!