old memories
I went for a walk around my neighbourhood this morning. I do a walk on Tuesday and Thursday morning when the shower nurse is with Ray. The walk varies from 20 to 40 minutes depending on the weather, how long after Jeff comes before I left home etc. As I walk around my neighbourhood I think of the people who once lived there. The girls I grew up with, the young married couples we knew before we went off to the country, the teenagers our kids grew up with. It is a very pleasant way to pass the time.
I was thinking this morning about a lovely older couple who once lived on the corner of my street. She was an Aussie, he was American . They met when her parents offered hospitality to the "boys" on leave in Sydney during the late stages of WW2 when "Cush" served in the Pacific area.
"Cush" had originated from Philadelphia. I don't know his unit , I think he was a Sargent but couldn't be sure after all these years. They too had a daughter named Sue, always referred to as Susie, so she and I became casual friends as she lived in Sydney and came up quite often for visits as her parents aged and needed her help more. When her parents no longer could live unsupervised she took them to a Seniors Village near her place. Her Dad died and she then built another house and her Mum lived with her in a self-contained apartment. It was a good few years they had together and I kept in touch maybe once or twice a year.
My favourite memory is of them at their small but comfy home. Jean would ring and say:"Come down for a cuppa after you put the kids on the school bus." So that is what I would do. Cush would tell stories of their travels, in their caravanning days or show me his latest "jewellery". He did lapidary work, tumbling gemstones for weeks in the tumbler in his garage and making pendents, ear-rings etc with the pretty stones which they sold on Saturdays at a local market.
My favourite story he told takes place in the Phillipines at the end of the Second World War. He was an instructor and was asked to devise a course to help the boys who were now serving as peace keepers. A lot of them had left school early to join up and had little education. The Army decided they would use the time in camp to give them a little education to make their re-entry into American society easier.
Cush had to devise a course to teach them simple mathematics. He asked his assistant to get him "bags of pennies" as many as he could get. He emptied them all into a basket. Then he would write up a shopping list on the blackboard and ask the boys to write down five items from the list, writing them down with the price beside each item. Then they had to come to the basket and count out the pennies until they had enough for the items. Then he would then say: "Now you have changed your mind and instead of this item you need a loaf of bread. Count up again and tell me how much extra that will cost." In this way he taught them simple sums that would help them in buying the things they needed when they got back home. It also improved their writing skills.
He would finish this story with a twinkle in his eye. "Now those farm boys weren't silly. I started that course with six bags full of pennies and finished it with only one. Go figure."
We are privileged to meet so many interesting people in our life time. Some we keep as friends for most of our life, some come into our lives for just a short time and some are just brief acquaintances but still leave a lasting impression. I think it was so sad that twelve months after her Mum died Susie died too still in her fifties. Her breast cancer was discovered too late to do much for her. It was such a blow, the loss of such a beautiful lady. I am glad she outlived her parents though as they could not have gone on without her.
I have been blessed in knowing so many wonderful people in my lifetime. It is among the things I treasure the most, those beautiful memories.
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