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Anita Adams retired from a career in newspaper advertising at five different newspapers, followed by a second career as a Meat/Food Inspector for the State of California and Southwest Airlines. Always a Pollyanna, she always knew tomorrow would be better! But sometimes tomorrow took a long time. |
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I had flown back to Tulsa, Oklahoma, rented a car to drive 2 hours up the Will Rogers Turnpike to attend a high school reunion in Parsons, Kansas.
At the get acquainted reception Friday afternoon, a classmate came up to me and exclaimed, "Well, Hi!" she said and asked, "Do you know what I remember about you?"
I replied that I didn't know. She proceeded to tell me that when I gave a program about "Sis Hawkins and her Beaus" she had been in the audience.
I dressed up like Daisy Mae in the comic strip by Al Capp called Lil' Abner. I wore my hair in pigtails, a short black skirt that was ragged at the bottom, a little puff sleeve blouse and no shoes. I portrayed a Hillbilly.
While I gave my monologue, I peeled an apple . . . in ONE long peel.
Wow! I am remembered because I could peel an entire apple in one strip? What a goal in life!
When I got back to California, I bought some apples.
Have you ever tried to deliberately do something you usually do naturally with no success? It's a good thing I bought more than one apple.
For about 10 years, "The Girls" got together in Branson, Missouri. It all started when my church sent me to Kansas City for a "Leadership Conference" in 2011. I called two friends who then called the other "girls" to tell them, "Anita's Coming! Let's get together in Branson!" One of our friends had a time share in Branson. Fourteen high school friends gathered; most of whom I hadn't seen for many years.
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The first morning, we all gathered in the kitchen at one of the townhouses to have breakfast. Almost everyone said when they looked in the mirror, they saw their mothers. I commented they were lucky; when I looked in the mirror, I saw . . . my grandmother! What was SHE doing in a mirror in Branson, Missouri!?
I asked my friend, Coralie, how her hand was. She looked perplexed. I said, "You know when you cut your hand and you couldn't bend your thumb anymore?" She had cut the tendon on her right thumb on a glass as she was getting ready to go to school one morning.
"How can you remember that, "she asked. I told her that since I play the piano it seemed like a small tragedy. Hands are very important to me. Also, she was a majorette in our drum corps and how was she going to twirl a baton with a thumb that wouldn't grip? Later on, it was difficult for her to diaper her four kids without the use of bending her thumb.
What do you remember about people"?
What do other people remember about you?
You might be surprised!
~ Anita Duncan Adams
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