Retirees’ Day Conversion Kit with
Suggestions
(Published in the Banner Press)
by
Larry L. Bollinger '60
(aka Bobo)
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I
had worked all of my life and
finally the day came! I retired at
the age of 65 years and 8 months in
August of 2007. My wife (Connie) and
I had planned for our retirement and
we moved from the bright lights of a
small town north of here called St.
Louis to our rural home in Bollinger
County. I was a country boy at heart
and the transition from an 8 to 5
office job to country living was not
at all difficult. I did encounter
one small problem in that every day
was a holiday. The everyday being a
holiday wasn’t really the problem
but the keeping track of what week
day it was became an issue. The old
Mondays – beginning of the work
week, Wednesday – hump day, Friday –
TGIF etc. were no longer applicable.
I needed a yardstick/benchmark of
what week day it was;
I
looked forward to receiving the
Banner Press by mail each week
(this happened religiously every
Thursday except when there was a
calendar day holiday, then the
Banner Press arrived on a Wednesday).
So Thursday became Banner
Press Day. The early Wednesday
arrivals for those weeks having a
calendar day holiday in them didn’t
seem to cause any problem as every
day was already a holiday and it was
easy for me to just add in an extra
holiday.
Maybe the following will be of
assistance for other retirees that
may have encountered the same
problem I did. Hopefully it will
also be of interest for those
approaching retirement. Others
currently in the work force will
glean from the suggestions and find
some humor therein to assist them
with their Hump Day.
Banner
Press Day
(Thursday) - A good
day to contribute to the betterment
of your community, .............
maybe donate some time and your
talents to a worthy cause. Patton
Lions Club in the northern Bollinger
County and the newly chartered
Marble Hill Club are good examples
for consideration.
One
Day after Banner Press Day (Friday)
– This may be a good day to remember
an old friend .............. call
them, send a card, E-mail, etc.
.......... keep in touch and don’t
let old friends become strangers.
Two
Days after Banner Press Day
(Saturday) – Our
youth, remember to spend some time
with them (grandkids to teenagers).
This may or may not be an easy task
but what commodity is more important
than our youth? We are in part
responsible for the world they are
now living in. Talk to them in some
manner! You just may have to get out
of your old traditional comfort zone
and send them a text message* on a
cell phone etc.
(*Don’t have a phone
with texting capability and/or don’t
know how to use it ......... this is
an ideal place to start your dialog
with them. Ask them about twitter,
face book, i-tunes etc. ......... as
this is their world and it may be
necessary to spend some time on
their turf even if you don’t fully
understand it).
Sunday
(Sunday) – This day
was given to us as a day of rest. I
felt it was not fitting to alter
this day’s name. I encourage all to
attend one of the many wonderful
churches in our area. I haven’t
recently heard of any of our local
churches complaining about standing
room only and that they had to turn
people away. Apparently pews are
available. In fact it may result in
the most valuable lottery ticket
that you actually never purchased.
I Don’t Need to Shave Day
(Monday) – A day to
appreciate nature, plant a tree,
build a blue bird house, pick-up
litter, recycle, etc.
....................................
in some way take a step to improve
our environment.
Two
Days before Banner Press Day
(Tuesday) – This is
the day to do something that you
just want to do. Maybe get some
worms and go fishing with a friend.
That limb that you keep hitting your
head on is going to bite the dust
today. You know those things that
you would like to do but never had
the time ....... it doesn’t have to
be a big item ............. if it’s
something big, maybe just take the
first step today.
One
Day before Banner Press Day
(Wednesday) – This is
the day to do something that you
just don’t want to do. Honey-do jobs
come to mind for some reason.
Possibly the other day/week/year
when you said or did something that
really you wished you had not done.
Consider today if there is any way
to rectify your past actions. This
may require swallowing one’s pride
etc. ....... and asking for
forgiveness. Those of us who are up
in years and have postponed this
issue should certainly not put it
off. Let’s dispose of all excess
baggage today. It will make
tomorrow’s Banner Press Day
more enjoyable!
Editors note: This
could apply to our Flashlight too!
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FLASLHLIGHT |
Page 7
APRIL, 2010
The
Infamous
Miss
Summer’s
“Typing
Class”
by: Roger
Noon '62
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When
I was in Junior
High, it was Mrs.
Hynson’s Class. When
she called on me, I
was so fearful that
I almost swallowed
my tongue or forgot
whatever answer I
might have had at
the tip of that
tongue. In High
School the fear
moved to and settled
on Miss Summers and
typing class.
The
mechanical gadget
known at the
“typewriter” was for
secretaries,
not me, I thought!
It was a play thing
as far as I was
concerned. I delayed
taking the class for
as long as I could.
But the time finally
came. Word in
school had it she
was a hard woman and
not too kind to
guys. All I knew
was my hand writing
ability for eight
plus years in
school. I had to
admit my writing
style wasn’t all
that good. Being
left handed in a
right handed world
caused me to write
awkwardly on those
right handed
desks, and smear ink
from pens that I
used that gave a
blue-black color to
the bottom of my
hand going left to
right on the paper.
Besides, sometimes
even I didn’t know
or could read what I
had written on the
paper! So the need
was there for a
better way to do
things. But my heart
was reluctant in a
class where everyone
else would most
likely be more adept
at it than me.
When
the time came to
take the class
(1960-61 School
year, sixth period),
there I was sitting
in front of that
huge machine. And if
not to disappoint,
Miss Summers looked
everything like
what
I feared; no
nonsense, serious,
and seemingly not
too thrilled with
having boys in her
class. We went
through the drills
of hitting the keys
and getting familiar
with hand placement
on the
machine
to go from top line
to the bottom with
the letters and
numbers. To feel
safe, I sat with a
group of guys who
did not seem to be
all that interested
in the class. Sure
enough, many of the
guys were bored with
the mechanics of
typing. Talking
between them became
frequent. I tried
my best to
disassociate myself
from the behavior.
She would get on
them and the
clacking of the keys
continued or
resumed. Every look
she gave convinced
even me that I was
guilty even if I
hadn’t done
anything!
Most
memorable were the
typing “tests” taken
to measure our
proficiency. We were
to type the
sentences in the
book and timed so
the words per
minutes, minus
mistakes, could be
calculated. Wouldn’t
you know it, I was
so nervous when she
would say “get
ready---go!” that
the first word was
already messed up by
about the third or
fourth key! So by
the end of
“times
up”, my typing was
less than stellar! I
think the best I did
was about 25-30
words per minute,
while some of the
girls were whizzing
by with 55-70. Don’t
know if the guys did
much better, but
there were a lot of
“under breath” words
every times they
made a mistake which
seemed all the time
as well.
What
I can say about the
class is that I got
out of it by the
skin of my fingers!
Miss Summers wrote
on my report card
“Roger makes too
many mistakes.” Mom,
to my defense,
replied on the back
of the pupil’s class
report for parental
remarks; “When a
student has superior
grade marks in all
subjects but typing
class, something
must be wrong
somewhere. I’m
having Roger
practice more at
home (she bought a
typewriter for me to
use). I know he can
do better.” (Thanks
Mom!)
I did do better, but
unfortunately it was
not during High
School! All through
the higher education
years I used a
typewriter to
deliver papers to
profs with liquid
paper supplements
and all. During my
early years in the
ministry I cut
stencils, used a
mimeograph machine,
installed ink
canisters on them,
then moved on to the
electric typewriter,
then to copier
machines, their
toner cartridges and
finally to the
computer keyboard.
I have probably
typed millions of
words with 1500-2000
word sermons for
Sundays during
nearly 40 years in
the ministry, and
the addition of
letters, bulletins,
news articles, etc.
Surprisingly, I have
become very good at
typing thanks to
her—and Mom!
Miss Summers—could I
get that grade
raised to B now? Roger
Noon ‘62
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Wellston High School
Flashlight shining a light
on our traditions,
our history and our future
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FLASLHLIGHT |
PAGE
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APRIL, 2010 |
Editors
Bill Voos ’48
Sandy (Gibbons) LaRouche ’57
JoAnn (Williams) Croce ’60
President
Mary Kay (Parker) Morse '56
Sec/Treasurer
Jim Shaw '45
Trustees
Joe Hunter '54
Gloria (Schwenk) Turner '59
Larry Turner '60
JoAnn (Williams) Croce '60
Donna Hagan '68
Buzz Book
Pat (Miner) Slatton '62
ClassMates Remembered
Carol (Beeman) Hathaway '60
Mailing
Database
Tom Manley '67
WELLSTON
HIGH SCHOOL
WHS
Alumni Club
P.O. Box 774
O'Fallon, MO 63366
Phone 636-696-4693
E-mail
[email protected]
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available online:
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would like to share your
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Thoughtless,
actual headlines:
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“Typhoon Rips through Cemetery;
Hundreds Dead”
“Hospitals are sued by 7
Foot Doctors “
“Man Kills Self before
Shooting Wife and Daughter “
This last one was caught
in the SAG Tribune. The Editorial Room
was called and asked who wrote this. It
took two or three readings before the
editor realized that what he was reading
was impossible!!! They put in a
correction the next day
* * * * * *
When you are 50 and heading towards 70
or beyond, you sometimes get people
calling at 9 PM (or 9 AM), asking, 'Did
I wake you?'
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The
shorter an airline pilot's turbulence
message is, the worse the turbulence
will likely be. If he turns on the
Fasten Seat Belt sign and simply says,
"Flight attendants take your seats," it
would be a good time to put your affairs
in order.
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The only trouble with retirement…
You
never get a day off.
I was at the Beauty Shop for nearly two
hours.
That
was only for the estimate.
You know you’re getting old when…
You
throw a wild party,
and the neighbors don’t even realize it.
Sometimes I wake up grumpy…
And
some days I let him sleep.
I’m
not old.
I’m
chronologically gifted
I’m so old…all my friends in heaven
will think I didn’t make
it.
One good thing about
Alzheimer’s…
You get
to meet new people every day.
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I
don't feel old.. I don't feel anything
until noon.
Then it's time for my nap.
- Bob Hope
We
could certainly slow the aging process
down if it had to work its way through
Congress
- Will Rogers
Don't worry about avoiding temptation.
As you grow older, it will avoid you.
- Winston Churchill
Updated:
05/03/2010 05:22:44 PM
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