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Reach Out and Touch Someone

Published January 12, 2015 by Maryanne

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(photo by Darlene Foster) 

Earlier today someone called my home. It was a bad connection and we could barely hear each other, like an overseas phone call.

The guy kept repeating, “You don’t know who this is?”

“No, I don’t know who it is. Tell me.”

Then the guy starts yelling at me, “Grandma! You don’t even know your own grandson?!”

I said, “I’m sorry, I’m not your Grandma. You have the wrong number.”

He apologized. After we hung up I laughed. Then I really thought about what had happened and how sweet it was that someone, somewhere, was calling their grandmother. And how lucky they were to still have a grandmother. I was touched.

Hoppy Thursday Inspiration!

Published May 16, 2013 by Maryanne

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This morning I had to interview students in a theater class and ended up parking several blocks away from the school on a side street. Going back to my car it was so cute, I saw four bunnies chasing each other and two chipmunks. So adorable. It was a perfect morning, cool and pleasant and a little overcast.

I wrote one story, was all caught up and able to go to mid week service.

I was totally honored when the pastor asked me to assist in communion!

As I said before, I love the Thursday service because it’s more personal. It’s only about 15 people, all seniors, and we get to share stories that relate to the service, which reminds me of a Bible Study.

Thursday’s service always reflects on what Sunday’s service was about. Since Sunday was Mother’s Day the pastor was asking us about a story where we felt our mother comforted us as a child.

Since my grandmother raised me, it popped into my head just one of the things she did to show unconditional love.

When I was little I was so shy and so attached to my Grandmother I didn’t want to be separated from her. Not even to go to school — which I loved as a little girl.

So she would wait on line with me until it was time to go into the school. I loved that. It was sweet and comforting. I’m so happy I remembered that today and had a moment to remember my Grandmother’s love.

The Day I Confused The Peabody with The Pee Wee Herman

Published January 12, 2013 by Maryanne

PeabodyThe Peabody dance

In memory of my Grandmother, RIP, August, 1918 to January, 1995

I loved to tease my Grandmother because she was a feisty old Italian Grandma and she’d really get riled up.

One afternoon she was watching television and I decided to make her laugh and said I was going to do the Peabody for her.

She excited looked away from the television set and started watching me.

I began to hum the tune of “Tequila” and did the Pee Wee Herman dance.

“That’s not the Peabody.”

“Yes it is! I’m doing the Peabody”

“Oh, go on, you’re ruining it! That’s a beautiful dance and you’re ruining it! That’s not the Peabody”

“This is the Peabody! I’m doing the Peabody.” I continued to dance like Pee Wee all around the living room and still humming “Tequila.”

“No, no, no, you goddamn jerk! Such a nice dance and you’re ruining it!” I kept singing and dancing.

You just gotta love those feisty old Italian Grandmas!


pee wee hermanPee Wee Herman

Forgot the Pants, Remembered the Wig

Published December 7, 2012 by Maryanne

Toupee - chihuahua

Unlike how it was in the 1970s, men today have it easy when it comes to going bald. Once a bald spot starts coming in, they just shave their heads and they are automatically in vogue. Bald men today could get hot chicks, even supermodels. This look is now so stylish some guys even shave their heads before they start going bald.

But back in the 1970s, it was rare to see a clean shaven head. Middle-aged men, or premature balding men either dealt with it or they’d go the “toupee” route, which was before the hair plugs and hair transplants were popular in the 1980s and 1990s.

For those too young to remember, a toupee is used like a wig and it’s put over the balding section of the head. The natural hair can blend in with the toupee. My grandfather, “Poppy,” had a toupee. He wore it religiously. Once he purchased it, we never saw him without it again.

One day my grandmother was driving home and thought a cop was following her. She was so nervous she quickly pulled into the driveway and then without thinking, kept going, driving right through the garage door!

Poppy heard the loud noise and came running out to see what happened.

He was only in his underwear. And his toupee.