Articles, activities for boomers & seniors
Twelve hours ago, I was fast asleep, and there were 3-4 inches of fresh snow on the ground. Now, there is barely a trace on the ground, and the temperature is in the mid-40s. Welcome to February in the Lehigh Valley! There is an old word with a new meaning drifting around these days: Snowflake. In current parlance, it refers to someone who is fragile and delicate, who can easily melt down like a snowflake.
Recently, at several NFL games, some players have taken to “taking a knee” during the national anthem in protest of something they don’t like about America. This has exploded into a controversy that will not be explored here. However, the concept of kneeling has been around probably forever, and can be read in different ways.
When I was growing up in the 1960’s and 1970’s, my mother’s parents lived ten minutes away. We often visited them on Sunday afternoons, or they drove to our house to sit in the living room or on the porch and catch up on news of family and friends. On Christmas Eve, my grandmother hosted a big dinner for all the family who lived in town. This was the extent of the time I spent with my grandparents, except on the rare occasion my parents were both away and my grandparents stayed with me in our home.
What was your first job?
My very first job was working for a lawn mower shop in high school. I had just received my driver’s license and was anxious to drive. My job was to pick up and deliver commercial lawn mowers and parts around the Long Island area. My first professional job was as a Financial Representative for a Financial Services Company.
Being a grandparent can be a fun and rewarding experience. Grandparents have a wealth of knowledge both in education and life experiences that can have a profound effect on their grandchildren’s lives. Unless you are the primary care provider, you may find that being a grandparent offers the fun of parenting without all of the responsibility.
Editor’s Note: I met Mark Zimmerman, the author’s son, who told me of a short biography that his dad, Robert, wrote with the help of Mark’s sister, Gail. Gail and Mark have graciously agreed to allow us to print excerpts from his book in his memory. This is the next installment. I hope that you will enjoy this looking back in time.
We all look back on our school days with a certain nostalgia. I was not a particularly outstanding student. Yet I must have achieved some degree scholastically since I skipped two entire grades in James Monroe Elementary School along with several other students.