Old Cowbelle: School time again
--Ina Murray, columnist
So very quickly that time is here again, coming up autumn. Even though it has been about 50 years since I sent anyone off to kindergarten, I still feel it.
I get that lonesome feeling that I did when our kids went back to school. Throughout the busy summer days when all four were in and out and underfoot, often with friends, I suppose it was hectic. But I loved it.
The first day of school seemed like “dead quiet.”
You’d think I’d love it, and maybe I did when I got used to it. But at the time, on that first day, I would sit on the back step of the old farm house and feel like crying.
Now each fall, that same old feeling comes back. I no longer feel like crying over it…I finally grew up. Maybe, at this really old age, it amazes me that I can still feel anything at all?
(I think I’ve written about this every fall since the beginning of time.)
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Congratulations to Ellsworth 10U girls’ softball team for placing second in the Minnesota Metro Fastpitch League State Tournament July 12-13. I brag about this particular team because my awesome great granddaughter, Charlie, is a member of the team. Great job, girls!
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Summer won’t be over until El Paso Days has come and gone. So many things this weekend.
The Cancer Walk on Saturday, the 16th, with registration at 8:30; fee of $10 gets a free t-shirt. This event is being coordinated by the Spring Valley Health and Rehabilitation Center. For more information, contact Renee Tatzel (715)778-5545.
This is the weekend when El Paso’s populations swells enormously, for people from near and far get together and enjoy the many events.
Don’t forget the ecumenical church service that takes place Sunday, the 17th, at 11:45 on the top of the hill on the location of the former St. Joseph’s Catholic Church.
Music will be by Round 2.
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Ever since Beth fixed my computer so that I can see and hear the animated things posted on Facebook, I have enjoyed it so much, like watching and listening to the little voice of great-grandson Liam across the world in Arizona. I love it.
There are some other touching things too; like the young man (boy) who’s life has been and still is tragic from being bullied because he is gay. It began in the first grade and continued all through his grade school days; now he is afraid going to high school. Some things almost break your heart. Why do people judge others? It is not our place. I was wishing I could put my arms around him and assure him that God loves him and so do I.
Some things are so funny. Like the two young musicians playing cellos. They were dressed in formal old English costumes, high collared fancy jackets, knickers and knee length white hose. The audience was also dressed in old English garb, some of the men even had on those ridiculous powdered wigs.
The two boys began their concert soothing, sedately, kind of prissy. And then they swung into a wild frenzied tempo, flapping their arms, waving their heads so that their hair flew around in a mess. Hilarious.
But even more funny was that audience. They sat there like stones, no smiles, no clapping, no response whatsoever, except to look at one another in horror, shaking their heads and frowning. That too was hilarious! Complete lack of humor.