Some of Suzanne Fluhr’s memories could be conjured up by any of us – and some are unique to her. What she, and all of us at midlife have learned, is that these memories are the stuff of life. Read more from Suzanne on her blog, Boomeresque.
Sometimes travel is not measured in miles (or kilometers). Sometimes travel is cerebral, the view absorbed by our mind’s eye. Probably even babies do some mind travel, but as an aging Baby Boomer, I find myself tripping down Memory Lane more and more often.
Sometimes — like for Steve and me — it happens in an elevator. Tonight, as we and our four bags of groceries made our way from the first floor to the 16th floor in our apartment building’s less than high speed elevator, Steve leaned over and kissed me — a peck on the cheek — surveillance camera be damned. After all, what could be less salacious than a couple married for thirty years, garbed head to toe in cold weather gear, with four bags of groceries, sharing a quick exchange of affection?
What the surveillance camera couldn’t see were the memories triggered by the scene. We both flashed back to the last time we were empty nesters …..
- before the vigils at the bedsides of dying parents;
- before the two homes bought, lived in and sold;
- before the trip around the world;
- before the college graduations;
- before the high school graduations;
- before we adopted the dog;
- before the cancer scare;
- before the promotion to full professor;
- before starting a law firm;
- before Little League, and soccer, and lacrosse;
- before the practicing for spelling tests and multiplication tables;
- before the family trip from hell to Gettysburg;
- before parent-teacher conferences;
- before the family vacations “down tha’ shore“;
- before the first days of kindergarten;
- before the family trips to Disney World, Mexico and Italy;
- before the placebo band-aids;
- before having to moonlight to pay the mortgage;
- before the ear infections (and liquid penicillin on the ceiling);
- before the sleepless nights with the baby who was (and still is) day-night reversed;
- before breastfeeding on the Pennsylvania turnpike; and,
- before labors and deliveries ……
……. when we used to go out to dinner every Friday night on the way home from work, and then go to the supermarket, and then take our groceries up to our first apartment in a creaky old elevator.
Where did you go on your last trip down Memory Lane?