summer shoulder surgery

On June 19 Grammy and I drove to Patriot’s Place in Foxboro.  Sounds like fun, right? Unfortunately I was there to have surgery on my rotator cuff – not watch a football game.  My shoulder has been hurting for 8-10 months and I’ve been getting weaker, so it was time to suck it up and get ‘er done.

The surgeon who worked on me – Dr. Oh – is one of the talents in the world of shoulder surgery.  He’s worked with Patriots and Red Sox players.  I was in good hands, and within a few hours of getting to Mass General/Brigham & Women’s hospital, we were on our way back home, Grammy taking over the driving duties.

I’ll feel crappy for 4-6 weeks, sleeping in a recliner, wearing a sling day and night, not being able to drive or use my right hand for anything. But you gotta do what you gotta do and suck it up to get to a better place.  I’ll do lots of physical therapy, but in 6-9 months I’ll be back in the game.

It’s weird – last year Grammy was down and out with her hip surgery; this year it’s my turn with shoulder work.  Sometimes in life you have to go through challenging times to get to a better place.

I was happy (and a little emotional) seeing your drawings, cards and balloons when I got home. You made my day!  I’m so lucky to have you in my life.

photo below: Papa is obviously not pleased to be in this situation. Lefty better step up his game, he’s got a lot to do with righty out of commission.

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looking back on a magical time

June 18 was a special day for you & your siblings – the last day of school in Dover!

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I still remember what it felt like as a kid when summer arrived. In those days we would have said Groovy!

As the final week of school wound down, our teachers (nuns in my case) backed off a little bit on the homework.  Classrooms were hot and we had a hard time paying attention to anything. Freedom was upon us.  Freedom to not go to school for an incredible two and a half months. Feedom to not have to study, take tests and sit still without moving at  our wooden desks. Freedom to be a kid, relax and have a little fun.

I hung out with my friends during summer, read books, swam in my above-ground pool, climbed trees, made models, listened to rock and roll on my transistor radio, read comic books, went to the Pines recreation center, played baseball, shot baskets, and made slingshots out of Y tree branches.

Summer sunlight lasted way later, until 8:30-9pm.  I remember the loud sounds of crickets in the woods at night outside my open bedroom window.

Several times during the summer, we’d visit my Grandmother at her cottage at Wells, Beach, often sleeping over.  She’d bake bread and her husband (not my real paternal grandfather) would bake pies.  I loved playing with my army men on the beach, throwing the frisbee, digging holes and going in the water.

Relatives on my Mom’s side came down from Berlin, NH (where she was born and went to school). I liked hanging out with favorite cousins, Paul & Marc Montminy (twins), who were two years older than me. On warm summer nights, we’d gather on our screened in porch at 7 Lord Court in Somersworth, eating sliced canned ham and potato salad my Mom inevitably served along with her trademark Oh Henry rice krispie treats with peanut butter chocolate icing.

Below: first photo: at Echo Lake in North Conway…me in the middle, Paul left with boat, Marc to my right, sister Fran to my far right. Second photo: Fran and me in front of our garage at Lord Court, Somersworth, posing with our new Schwinn bikes.  Third photo: Fran and me at Wells Beach during one of our visits at Memere’s cottage.

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At least once during the summer wed reverse roles and my family would drive up to Berlin or we’d meet up at Echo Lake or White Lake State Parks for the day, having picnics, hiking around the lake, swimming and eating.  I loved those days most of all.

My favorite summer foods?

I loved fruit. Nectarines, plums, peaches, watermelon.   I ate plenty of stuff that – looking back – wasn’t good for me like ring dings, funny bones, devil dogs and twinkies.  There wasn’t a single candy I didn’t like as a kid.  I also ate a lot of summer veggies including cucumbers, radishes, tomatoes and scallions.

Fave drinks? White milk, chocolate milk, Hawaiian punch and Zarex (a fruit concentrate I’d mix with water).

When my sister Fran and I were too young to stay home by ourselves, my Dad worked second shift at the Portsmouth Naval Shipyard to be with us during the day when my Mom worked at the same place.  We always liked the fried spam sandwiches he’d make.  He’d slice up the “ham,” melt american cheese on it, place it in between two slices of bread and add lettuce and mayo.  We hung around him while he ate it, hungry eyes begging for a bite. He never disappointed us.

Another summer memory is my sister and I eating potato chip sandwiches – Wise chips, mayo and white bread.  Definitely not healthy, but we loved it!

Sometimes Dad would take us to a nearby lake before he went to work.  He taught me how to swim when I was young. He loved the water.

I went to summer camp several years – Camp Carpenter in Manchester -run by the Boy Scouts. I learned how to start a fire without a match, swam a mile in the lake without a life preserver, went on canoeing expeditions and learned new things so I could become a Life Scout (one notch below Eagle Scout, the ultimate peak of Boy Scoutness.)

I often went up to Berlin for a full week, staying with Paul & Marc, sleeping there every night, going to drive-in movies and walking around what seemed like a huge city, compared to Somersworth.  One time my cousin Paul grabbed a cat by the tail and twirled it around and around. The cat was not pleased.  Paul ended up becoming a priest when he grew up, too funny!  So did his twin brother Marc.

Summer lasted forever. When it was time to go back to school, I always felt like I had changed tremendously, wasn’t the same kid, and a new world of possibilities would open up for me as a new school year unfolded. I was convinced everyone would notice how different I was, but no one ever did. They probably felt the same way.

Time feels different when you’re older, zipping by much faster.

I’m so happy summer is here. You’ve got the time and freedom to fully relax, be young and free, have fun in an uncomplicated world, sleep in late, laugh all the time and live 100% in the moment.  All the summer adventures we’ve had together over the years will be with me always, keeping me young at heart.  What a gift you’ve given me.

When you’re older, you’ll look back on the amazing time known as summer vacation and smile, your own memories flowing back like a spring waterfall.

Enjoy every second Emma, these are special days.

 

 

 

 

hip, hip, hooray it’s back to soccer days

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my Feb. 28 blog told the story of you deciding to play soccer again after a two year (and four season) absence due to injuries.  It was epic seeing you back on the field, doing your thing, running, throwing, kicking and ultimately winning your game. Welcome back Emma, we missed seeing you on the fields!

hoppy happy Easter Sunday 2019

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it was fun being together on Easter Sunday. We had a two level egg hunt and certain grandchildren (ALL) pounded down the chocolate and candy. Each egg had at least $1.00- and some had $5 and $20. Understandably, not a lot of ham and mashed potatoes were eaten! Hey! Two people in this photo have their eyes closed… are they tired… sleeping?

epic school vacation adventure day

April 23 was a superduperepicday because I got to spend an entire day with you.

School vacation week… you were bored and wide open to do something fun.  Off we went on a cool triple bill: two places we had already been; one a brand new adventure.  It was a winning combination.

First up, our favorite inside fun place: Dave & Buster’s in Woburn, MA. They added games since last time we were there; it was a blast. They have the best prizes.

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Next up – lunch at Fuddrucker’s. Cheeseburgers, fries, chocolate or vanilla shakes and my favorite, the pickles!

IMG_9955Belly’s full, we ventured a couple exits south to try our new location: King’s Bowl in Burlington.  It’s a new bowling experience with dark lightning, neon, cool wall graphics, restaurants, food served while you bowl and a game room.

You shook your heads in disbelief when I told the check-in bowling dude my name was “Dre.”  Hey – it’s in my name, Andre!

We battled hard across three strings of bowling for a couple hours.  As the games heated up and the afternoon wore on, you were doing great with several strikes. Not the case with me! I had none.

Soon it was the last frame… time to head back home… and my last chance to knock down ten pins in one shot.  You started chanting, “Dre, Dre, Dre, Dre!!” I cracked up.  It was the inspiration I needed because on the last shot of the day, I finally got my 10 pin knock down. Thanks for the encouragement!

You were quiet as we headed back home, but the music of Emma’s favorite band filled the air, and the winnings from Dave & Buster (candy!) kept you chomping away.

 

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guitar girl & rock ‘n roll Papa

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“What’s this song?” you asked Grammy and me as the notes of Day Tripper filled the air.  Beatles, yay!!  Music to my ears! Your hard work learning the song (and others like the famous 3 Musketeers’ Smoke on the Water) from YouTube videos is starting to pay off. Keep it going guitar girl, don’t stop! It will bring you -and others – joy all the days of your life.

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IMG_2543Here I am in my early rock and roll days!  The first photo may have been my first live performance; everyone seems to be singing along (or trying to).  In the second photo I’m posing with my new guitar in our kitchen at Lord court in Somersworth.  One of the songs I liked to play was “Hanky Panky” by Tommy James & the Shondells, a #1 hit in 1966.  I was in seventh grade.

Ode to Apple

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I’ve been around more dogs and cats than I can remember, some mine, most others, but Apple Clickman was the one who stole my heart.

Apple wasn’t one of those cookie cutter tongue wagging la-dee-da tail wagging dog cliches always in the same sort of mood.

Don’t get me wrong, she always greeted me and Grammy (and everybody else) with excitement and super friendliness.  “Hello! I’m so happy to see you, come in, come in!”  She was a happy dog and no one knew that better than her best human friends Josh, Nicole, Ben, Emma, Molly and Jack who hugged, petted, loved and appreciated her every day.

We often laughed how she’d run away just to meet new people, enjoying every minute before she hopped in the car to return home.  I’m sure she felt bad for causing such distress, but darn it if that wasn’t a fun little adventure!

Yet with Apple there was more, an added dimension, a soulful spirit that set her apart. This dog had depth, range, and a human persona.

When she was sad, scared or disappointed, we could see it, feel it.  If she was having a bad moment, we sensed the burden, wanting to ease the pain.  “It’s okay Apple, it’s going to be alright.”  It was like that with everybody.

There’s an old expression (used for people), “The eyes are the windows to the soul.”  That held true for Apple, her eyes revealed an inner complexity that surprised.

Nothing made Apple feel worse than being scolded or thinking she was in trouble (even when she wasn’t).  Her entire black and white fur coated dog being withdrew with fear, uncertainty and doubt.  It broke your heart seeing her confused or disappointed and we’d all try to make it better.

Her vulnerability made her human.  She had layers of visible emotion I could feel, see and sense.  This dog was wonderfully intuitive.  Here’s an example:

Apple not only hated and reacted to the sound, flash and fury of thunderstorms and changes in weather, she could sense something big was brewing in the air well before it hit.   The thundercoat you bought couldn’t touch, let alone control, this fear.

Last summer when a thunderstorm kicked up, Apple was hell bent for hiding, darting down the hallway. I intercepted, sat on the floor and gave her the longest full body hug I’ve ever given a four legged being, pressing gently but firmly, telling her all the while it would be okay. I don’t know if it helped, but it made me feel like I had eased her trauma a bit.

Did Apple have some kind of miniaturized built-in doggie barometer that measured atmospheric pressure?  Maybe, but I’d like to think it was an example of human intuition.

(Apple’s built-in intuitive dog barometer?)

I always enjoyed taking her ears and covering her eyes. Last time I saw her, I did that; it was a frequent thing with me.  Apple would sit there and let me do it, nose patiently and proudly in the air.  I’m pretty sure she didn’t like it, but it didn’t hurt and she never wanted to disappoint. I’m sure she was always thinking:

“Oh geez, he’s going to do that a-g-a-i-n.  Take my ears and stretch them over my eyes.  Why does he do that?  Why? I seriously think there’s something wrong with him.  They don’t even completely cover my eyes. I mean, come on. Whatever, he’s a decent guy, I’ll just grin and bear it. He seems to get such a kick out of it.  Such a simple man…”

I’m pretty sure she felt the same way when I put sunglasses on or a baseball cap.  She’d  patiently let me do it every… single…time… never wanting to disappoint.  That’s why she let her pal Ruby take over her bed and push her around.  Whatever. Always love. She got even by eating Ruby’s food.

There was a regal-ness to Apple.  When she lay down, her front paws would cross in a way that conveyed sophistication and class.  She carried herself like a Queen. She was doggie Royalty.  Even when she got older and the gray set in, Apple always looked…

F-A-B-U-L-O-U-S.

She was needy in the best possible way, needing to love and be loved.  That’s the ticket, right?  You give and you get.  I don’t know what made me feel better – knowing how much she loved a hug and belly rub, or the feeling I got making her feel good.

A true friend reaches out for your hands and touches your heart.  That’s what you did Apple.  Gonna miss you, always will. You rocked.

 

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St. Patrick’s Day + Sunday dinner = wild & crazy times

It’s always a darn good day when Grammy and I have our entire family gathered together.  The Big 13!!  Sunday, March 17 was special because that was the case +  it just happened to also be St. Patrick’s Day.

Grammy and I were ready with green shamrock clappers, beads, hats (large and mini), coins and decorations.  Everyone took St. Patty’s day pencils.  It got rowdy when we all made the hand clappers go at maximum loudness simultaneously – impressive!

The leek dip was green, so were the cupcakes.  She served one of your favorites, Shepherd’s Pie ‘O Delicious.  It was a wild, whacky celebration!

During dinner the question came up: who was St. Patrick and what did he do?  I said “he got rid of all the snakes that had infested Ireland.”  Turns out it’s folklore but a very common belief as evidenced by this drawing I found online.  Go St. Patrick, you’re a badass.

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www.irishcentral.com

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Vans & Grams & future plans

You’re a big fan of Vans!  You L-O-V-E them, have a bunch and recommend them highly (see final photo in this blog and photo from your birthday blog last September).
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No wonder you perked up, opened your eyes wide and were all ears when Grammy said “Emma, if you play soccer this Spring I’ll buy you a pair of Vans.”
BOOM, magic words were spoken and wheels were in motion.
You haven’t played soccer in close to two years due to a lousy combination of injuries including turf toe and a fractured ankle.  That, plus fewer girls are playing.  Some seasons there were no Dover teams for you to join. The last time you played it was on an Epping team.   I gotta tell ya…  Grammy and I have missed watching you play. There’s nothing like seeing you zip around the field, doing your thing, trying hard to win.
You thought about Grammy’s offer a few days, discussing it with your parents and pondering the possibilities. The Vans offer loomed large.  Soon, you had made your decision:  Sign me up Coach, I’m in!  Psyched. Here you are with the new Vans:
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SEVEN reasons we’re excited you’re re-joining the world of athletics:
1.  you’re a natural athlete and were always a darn good soccer player
2.  it keeps you busy and gives you a new set of challenges
3.  Grammy and I + your parents love to watch you play, develop, try, grow, improve, defend and score
4.  you have a lot more potential within you.  It will be a blast watching you blossom into a better and better athlete.
5.  it’s a great social activity for you, a fun way to make new friends and grow existing relationships.
6. getting involved is even more important as you get older, especially late middle school and high school.  Hard to believe but College is only five years away!  The extracurricular activities students are involved in are weighed heavily by colleges when they try to figure out who to accept in their new Freshmen classes.
7.  you’re our granddaughter, so everything you do is a source of joy for us.
Knowing I’m a big fan of the Incredible Hulk you sent me a link to a new pair of Vans. I bought ’em and love ’em.  Thanks for the hip tip Emma!
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