the eighth of november, a monday
|
Kate's November
2nd entry just reminded me of something funny.
My father's father died in 1954, about three weeks after my father's 16th birthday. (Okay, that's sad, but the story I'm about to tell you is kind of funny.) Anyway, when they buried him, they went ahead and bought the plot next to him for my grandmother, and even bought a headstone for her. As was the custom at the time (and I suppose it still is), they pre-engraved it. At the moment, it says, "Grandma's Name," and underneath that, "1913 - 19 ". See where I'm going with this? My grandmother is healthy as a horse, and as far as I know, has no plans to die in the next seven weeks. So now what happens? I think it would be hysterical to buy her a new headstone as a Christmas present, but I thought other people might think it's a bit morbid. (Frankly, I think pre-engraving a headstone is morbid enough, so I don't see how making a gift of replacing it could be any worse.) I ran this by the various assortment of relatives that gathered on Friday night for my grandfather's birthday (my mother's dad, in case you're confused). They came up with some alternative suggestions, such as leaving it as it is but getting "Thankfully 20--" engraved on it underneath. My uncle suggested just putting in "1999+5" or whatever it happened to be. Thankfully my grandmother has a good sense of humor, so whatever we decide to do, she will certainly take the gift in the spirit in which it's given. Speaking of end-of-millennia brouhaha, I was going through my mountains of useless junk the other day and came across a Newsweek. It's dated December 31, 1990, and the cover says: "The 90's -- A Survival Guide: Issues, People and Predictions for the Age of Anxiety." Age of anxiety... they got that right. Anyway, I thought it would be interesting to go through it a little and see what they thought back then.
Other things in this issue included reviews of Mel Gibson's "Hamlet," an item about Ryan O'Neal and Farrah Fawcett's new CBS sitcom "Good Sports," and a wedding photo of Rod Stewart and Rachel Hunter. Boy, time flies, doesn't it? And to paraphrase a critic, I didn't want to like it, but I did. A lot. (That'd be the new "Annie" I'm talking about, kids. There wasn't one bad performance in the entire show.) Speaking of which, I've caught up on SportsNight recaps, and made notes for the Practice and the X-Files premiere. They are coming soon to a Limelight page near you. (By sundown, I swear. And I know none of you were holding your breath about them, but it makes me feel better to commit myself.) |
|