Wish upon a star …

Of course you have and I hope you still do.

For this, the first Wednesday in October, I give you a wish and a memory … to wish for better times coming in your life … to remember those times that are gone with a smile.

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A wish …

Ah,  wouldn’t it be nice if the world was as simple as a wish?

Twinkle, twinkle, little star and each night a thousand stars come out to greet us. Up above the world so high, one shoots across the heavens and blazes the way to our secret desires.

Out there in the universe somewhere, our wishes fly on gossamer wings. Tie your dreams to the tail of a kite or float them above the clouds. Watch as they slide over the rainbow and shimmer inside a silver moonbeam.

The original journal of Ramblings was kept over thirty years ago to fill pages with a young mother’s angst and daily folly. It was but one of several journals, diaries, those secret pages where I might steal away and tell my troubles to …

Well I suppose to you.

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A memory …

I’d like to give you a really short, short inspired by Sheri Degrom’s writing prompt.

If it hadn’t been for the 80’s I wouldn’t have lived at all.

I had one of those Baby Boomer from the good old Fifties kind of childhood. I threw off the bra, cut away the jeans and protested through the Sixties.

My life had meaning. I fought windmills, spoke against oppression, government involvement in my personal life, and the military complex fighting an illegal war in South East Asian. I was part of a greater good, the bigger picture.

Then it crashed like being on speed for too many days and finding yourself standing in front of the meat counter in the supermarket crying because you can’t decide between brisket of beef or chicken.

It crashed like a B-52 Bomber taking a nose dive into the Grand Canyon.

Purpose, meaning, and free sex were all gone.

Soon we moved reluctantly into the boring Seventies, to Watergate, scandal, the end of Vietnam, the beginning of the end for Jimmy Carter. The Seventies when the kids didn’t know we were broke all the time or that normal families did not eat pancakes four days a week because it was fun to have breakfast for dinner.

Dare I say that Ronnie came charging on his white steed and saved the day? Dare I believe that a conservative brought balance and meaning into my otherwise liberal, chaotic life?

No, it didn’t start with Ronnie.

It started one rainy day in 1981 when after her beloved husband, and my uncle, passed on to that great Italian pizzeria in the sky, my Aunt Lucille moved into our family house in Park Slope, Brooklyn … the same house where only eighteen months earlier my mother lost her one true love and best friend, my dad.

In 1981 Viola drove from Duchess County and helped Aunt Lucille move into the first floor bedroom; the one with the private bath and door to the garden. The one with an intercom Aunt Lucille used twenty-four seven to torture all those living under my mother’s roof.

In 198l after being rudely evicted from our one bedroom apartment in Bath Beach, Viola came back to help me renovate our third floor, two bedroom apartment.

The Eighties … the decade that started with The Twenty-Mule-Team Borax man and my crabby aunt, and continued with my children’s adolescence and their friends, Generation X-ers to the last. They screamed of the Eighties, Dock Martins, Madonna, Michael Jackson’s one glove, and Al Pacino in Scarface.

Hell no we won’t go was replaced by Word Up or when in a hurry … Word.

If it hadn’t been for the 80’s I wouldn’t have known that decadence is fun, that meaningful activities can be replaced with hours of music videos, and endless games of Clue and who killed who in the Billiard Room with the Wrench.

Not to mention the fun of one particular Sunday when I transported my nemesis, Aunt Lucille on my flat bed truck to a meeting at our local Catholic church.

But that’s a story for another time.

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Let us not forget … the eighties also gave us Tom Cruise and his hair in Top Gun.

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What is your fondest memory of those years and

when was the last time you wished upon a star?

fOIS In The City

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20 responses to “Wish upon a star …

  1. I wish upon a star often. I love the last walk in the yard with the dogs before Molly goes night-night because I get to stare at the stars. There’s one in particular that shines brightest just for me! Yes. I’m sure of it.

    That’s the star I use to ping love and hugs to friends and family. It’s the star I use to ping get well, or feel better vibes to special people who might be going through tough times.

    It’s also the star I use to internalize “what’s NEXT!” EEEE!!

    Since I never had children, I didn’t have to grow up and be responsible. We’ll dissect that statement at some future date. Perhaps when I’m ninety-six.

    Part of me never left the 80’s behind. Yes. I wear a bra — never actually burned mine. No. I no longer inhale, even though I did enjoy it. For a period of time, I tried to conform to social norms.

    I’m kinda over that now.

    Great post, as always, Florence!

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    • Gloria, I don’t think I want you to grow up too much. It’s wonderful to read your refreshing look at life … So don’t do it. Not now. Not ever. Be the eternal child and send a wish out to the universe for the rest of us to capture some of that magic 🙂

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  2. Tom Cruise in Top Gun was one of the BEST parts of the 80’s, Florence!
    It was a watershed decade for me – the first half grasshopper (par-T) and the second half ant. The second half I married Alpha Dog, and became an instant Mom.

    And all that’s going in a book someday….

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    • Laura, I’m thinking the eighties were the years that flung you into a new orbit … not just as wife and instant mom … but as the younger version of a successful woman. First in life, then in business and now … Oh yes, please write about it all 🙂

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  3. Once again you’ve managed to catapult us back to a time I remember well. Heck we might have been standing next to each other in some peace march. The sixties have a special place in my heart, but then so do all the other decades. In the eighties I retired from one career and began a time of motherhood in the suburbs.

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    • That’s a possibility, Shelley. We might have been standing with our signs, waving frantically … not yet knowing what life had in store. To motherhood, to new careers and to finding a solitary path that doesn’t take us away from home, but leads us back.

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  4. The eighties, the eighties…I’m trying to remember what I was doing during that time. I’d just returned from Oregon State U and got my first “real” job at UC San Francisco and only kept the job for a year and a half because I left to be with my boyfriend of 7 years in Santa Barbara. A lovely place to live but he dumped me after a few months – total commitment-phobe! But in 1986 I met my husband, so the eighties were good overall, eh?
    Thanks for the memories, Florence, and NO, I have no idea when I last wished on a star, and that’s not okay. I’ll have to do that soon.
    Patti

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  5. OMG. The torturing intercom has me in stitches. I barely remember the 80s because those were the wedding/births/ and raising little kid years. As always, awesome, Florence. Hugs

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  6. Florence,

    The last time I wished upon a star was our last starry night, maybe two days ago? I stood out on our balcony overlooking the lake, saw this twinkly star on a crisp fall evening and wished.

    My overriding thought for the 80’s would be continued professional recognition and achievement for my husband and for me. (That contains lots of memories) and the move to adulthood for my older sons and all that meant. A real time of change in our lives.

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    • Ah, I love that you are still a believer, Casey. It’s a part of my childhood I can never let go and the eighties, the years of my kids growing, was a major change in my life, both professionally and personally 🙂

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  7. Top Gun, Harry and the Hendersons, North Shore, Howard the Duck, The Smurfs, Rainbow Bright, Punky Brewster . . . ah, those were the good ole’ days 🙂 My dad still wishes Ronald was President!

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  8. Florence – You never cease to amaze me with how you turn our one sentence into a magical read. My wish upon a star tonight has to do with the 800,000 government workers out of work due to congress and the prez fighting.

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  9. christicorbett

    Florence,

    As always, a beautifully written and very astute post. You’ve got a way with words and I really enjoy your posts.

    Fun fact: my brother is Tom Cruise’s doppleganger so when all my friends were going “ooh” over him in Top Gun all I could think was how much he looked like my brother 🙂

    Christi Corbett

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  10. What a beautiful post. You described so much of my own history. My eighties were different because I didn’t have kids, but it was a tough transition period for a lot of us Flower Children. I think that’s why I made my heroine Camilla a 1980s debutante. I was trying to get into the mind of the 80s chick who bought into the “Material Girl” world. Funny how the 80s was all about hair: Tom Cruise’s, Hair bands, Big hair. And we thought the 60s were hairy!

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    • Anne, I often think of you and Sheri when I do these posts. We are all vintage women from that strange and crazy time. And I love that Camilla is a deb … so fitting for you and so much the Material Girl 🙂 The stranger part of the hair is how in the new century, we are all losing it !!

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