By SUSAN TOBIAS, Pinch of Time
---- — Remember the song, “The Wheels on the Bus Go Round and Round?”
That tune kept going through my mind as I traveled on a tour bus to Washington, D.C., recently.
I was going to our capital for the national convention of the Daughters of the American Revolution. Constructed of gleaming white marble, their beautiful headquarters, Constitution Hall and Memorial Hall, cover a city block.
There were about 40 women on the bus, one HODAR (Husband Of a DAR) and our bus driver, Bob. Just imagine the chatter of 40 women for nine hours. The guys were gracious and didn’t complain.
If it came down to demographics, I would imagine the results would be some of the women are very wealthy, some are just making it financially, some don’t have a care in the world, while others are laden with pain and hurt. Their words revealed who had which situation.
As I pondered these quips of conversations, I got to thinking how much we really are alike.
Two women were talking about hot flashes: “I wish they’d turn off the air conditioning. It’s too cold.” The other replied, “I’m not cold. It’s hot-flash time. Put a sweater on.”
Ever done this?: “I hope someone helps me with my luggage. I packed that suitcase until I had to sit on it to close it. I always bring too many clothes.” The other lady: “That’s okay. Better to have it and not need it than need it and not have it.”
I know all about it. I had half a suitcase that I never wore.
Food was on many minds. “I found this recipe on the Internet that I think I’m going to use at Sherry’s wedding shower. I think I’ll adapt it, though, and add a few more fruits.” Answer: “Sherry’s getting married! I didn’t know that. Can I come? I’ll make something.”
After a quick call home on the cell phone, one woman said: “Get a load of that nerve. My husband is whining because nobody’s home to make supper. Doesn’t he know there’s a McDonald’s just down the road? I should go away more often. It will make him appreciate the suppers I make when I am home.”
How many times have we women made the commitment to clean the closets, donate to a charity and not leave our “stuff” for our kids when we leave this Earth? One lady remarked: “I have to get busy and sort my attic. When my mother died, I thought, ‘How am I going to get rid of all this junk?’ I don’t want my kids to have to do that when I kick the bucket. Why do I need this stuff anyway?”
Anyone going to this convention just dreams of spending time researching at the marvelous DAR library. Our group was no different.
“I found a new patriot that I didn’t know existed. I have tried to research his name on the Internet but no luck yet.” To which the reply was “You’ll have to get up early to beat a thousand other members to the library before 9 a.m. or you’ll never get a seat.”
Answer from a first-timer to convention: “Well, I guess that will have to wait until this winter when I’m shut in during a snowstorm.”
Beating someone to a library table is part of the fun.
I probably shouldn’t admit this but, as you can tell, I love listening to people talk. I don’t consider it eavesdropping if they are in public, talking out loud. It goes hand-in-hand with my other vacation pastime: people watching.
Easy pastimes and free. Doesn’t take a lot to make me happy.
I saved this next to last paragraph to say “Happy Birthday” to our youngest daughter, Carrie Lee. Today is her birthday. She lives in Colorado, and it’s hard to bake a birthday cake and have it delivered long distance.
Carrie is a wonderful, thoughtful daughter, wife, sister, mother and grandmother. For all of her 41 years, she has been a happy, spirited person, always ready to give to others. Have a great day, honey.
One last thought, as always please be kind to each other. The world needs more kindness.
Email Susan Tobias:firstname.lastname@example.org