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Welcome to the Club - Volume 1, Issue 1

A Magazine for 55+ Like No Other! Welcome to The Club features timeless articles and anecdotes including many from the archives of Daytripping Magazine. It's online at www.welcometotheclub.ca and is also distributed free in Sarnia-Lambton, Ontario.

A Magazine for 55+ Like No Other! Welcome to The Club features timeless articles and anecdotes including many from the archives of Daytripping Magazine. It's online at www.welcometotheclub.ca and is also distributed free in Sarnia-Lambton, Ontario.

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<strong>Welcome</strong> <strong>to</strong> ...<br />

THE <strong>Club</strong><br />

Wednesday is<br />

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Mo<strong>the</strong>r’s Grey Hair... and...<br />

My Independent Spirit<br />

Have you ever wondered why Mom<br />

has grey hair? I have pondered this many<br />

a time in my life, and have decided it<br />

must be because of my independent<br />

spirit. She had <strong>to</strong> put up with it from day<br />

one. When she gave birth <strong>to</strong> me, <strong>the</strong><br />

nurse would bring me in squalling.<br />

“Feed peewee, she has got <strong>the</strong><br />

whole nursery in an uproar.” My<br />

defense for this is that <strong>the</strong> fools<br />

would have slept through <strong>the</strong>ir<br />

feeding. Somebody had <strong>to</strong> alert<br />

<strong>the</strong>m. Better me than no one.<br />

The day my parents brought<br />

me home, <strong>the</strong>y laid me on <strong>the</strong><br />

sofa and I was squalling again<br />

(must have been near meal<br />

time.) The family dog <strong>to</strong>ok one<br />

sniff and ran away for three days!<br />

I have that effect on people. Old<br />

Pal did return, but he decided we<br />

would keep a cool relationship.<br />

His duty was <strong>to</strong> protect me, of<br />

course, only for Mom and Dad’s sake.<br />

They were his owners, not me. Well, that<br />

is what he thought.<br />

My mo<strong>the</strong>r recalls that one day she<br />

brought in my bottle and I threw it back<br />

at her. “Enough of <strong>the</strong> bottle. I’m big<br />

now, so bring on <strong>the</strong> cup.”<br />

Hard <strong>to</strong> believe that someone so sweet<br />

looking could be a holy little terror. Fed<br />

squash... it ended up on my head. She<br />

soon got <strong>the</strong> hint that I didn’t like squash.<br />

Put a hat on my head and I released a<br />

tune of “Naw, Naw,” as I pulled it off.<br />

Having a dirty diaper found me<br />

walking with my legs straddled, gagging.<br />

Really when I think about it I decided<br />

everything that she needed <strong>to</strong> do. All<br />

that was left for her was <strong>to</strong> do it!<br />

Walking along main street on a Friday<br />

night saw my Dad having <strong>to</strong> carry me<br />

facing where I was going. Simple enough!<br />

Who wants <strong>to</strong> see where <strong>the</strong>y’ve been?<br />

A visit <strong>to</strong> <strong>the</strong> doc<strong>to</strong>r was a real treat<br />

for her. It was simple as far as I was<br />

concerned—I didn’t want <strong>to</strong> go! The<br />

14 King St. W., FOREST • 226-520-0144<br />

by Ruth Simpson, Watford<br />

from Daytripping<br />

May-June 2008<br />

three ring circus started when <strong>the</strong>y called<br />

my name. Mom would have <strong>to</strong> drag me<br />

crying and screaming through <strong>the</strong> door.<br />

Things would have been a lot simpler if<br />

she had left me <strong>to</strong> my own decision. I<br />

hated going <strong>to</strong> <strong>the</strong> doc<strong>to</strong>r. It’s not that<br />

I didn’t like him, but I hated <strong>the</strong><br />

<strong>to</strong>ngue depressor. I thought I would<br />

throw up, not <strong>to</strong> mention <strong>the</strong> nurse<br />

from #^@*! Was she mean with <strong>the</strong><br />

needle. I must say my dad found out<br />

how handy she was with a needle,<br />

when he went in for a shot. Then<br />

<strong>the</strong>y unders<strong>to</strong>od my aversion <strong>to</strong><br />

<strong>the</strong> whole idea of going <strong>to</strong> see <strong>the</strong><br />

doc<strong>to</strong>r. What if I had <strong>to</strong> have a<br />

shot? It sets my teeth on edge<br />

even now.<br />

The time came for me <strong>to</strong> go<br />

<strong>to</strong> school. Did I want <strong>to</strong> go? N-O-<br />

O-O! The first year was a trauma<br />

for mo<strong>the</strong>r, me and <strong>the</strong> teacher.<br />

Funny enough, <strong>the</strong> second year<br />

was better. Ano<strong>the</strong>r girl was brought<br />

in by her mo<strong>the</strong>r kicking and crying.<br />

The poor teacher! Not ano<strong>the</strong>r one! Of<br />

course, I was cool with <strong>the</strong> idea of school<br />

by <strong>the</strong>n and I sympathized with her.<br />

I <strong>to</strong>ld her it would be okay. To this day<br />

when we run in<strong>to</strong> each o<strong>the</strong>r we have a<br />

laugh about our trouble with school <strong>the</strong><br />

first year.<br />

I run in<strong>to</strong> my first grade teacher every<br />

now and again. Yes, <strong>the</strong> woman is still<br />

alive having survived <strong>the</strong> trauma, and<br />

no, she doesn’t run <strong>the</strong> o<strong>the</strong>r way when<br />

she sees me. Brave woman!<br />

Things did get better as I got older.<br />

I eventually ventured off <strong>to</strong> my own<br />

apartment. Are <strong>the</strong>re any bets that Mom<br />

was ready <strong>to</strong> send me from day one?<br />

Now, I was really independent and loved<br />

living on my own.<br />

My life partner now has <strong>the</strong> pleasure<br />

of my independent spirit. The rules are<br />

still <strong>the</strong> same. Let me alone, so I can do<br />

a thing <strong>the</strong> way I think it should be done.<br />

Oh, by <strong>the</strong> way... his hair is now grey.<br />

Phrase Origins<br />

Wet Your<br />

Whistle<br />

Refers <strong>to</strong> quenching<br />

your thirst, and one<br />

<strong>the</strong>ory suggests that<br />

pubs used <strong>to</strong> have<br />

ceramic cups with<br />

whistles built in<strong>to</strong> <strong>the</strong> rim or<br />

handle, so you could “whistle” for<br />

ano<strong>the</strong>r drink, but <strong>the</strong>re’s no<br />

evidence <strong>to</strong> support this. What<br />

seems <strong>to</strong> make <strong>the</strong> most sense is<br />

that whistle was just ano<strong>the</strong>r way<br />

<strong>to</strong> say mouth or throat, so <strong>the</strong><br />

phrase just meant getting a drink.<br />

This issue was<br />

printed on January ary<br />

10 th<br />

Open <strong>the</strong> door <strong>to</strong> your<br />

financial well-being.<br />

Pat Smits<br />

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Winter 2021 There’s nothing so bad that it couldn’t be worse. (Irish Proverb)<br />

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