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June 2012— WRITERS’ PAGE Rambunctious

Bernice Kantrowitz I think Rambunctious is an ambiguous

word. At fi rst glance I thought of it as being bad because it is defi ned as unruly, diffi cult to control or wildly boisterous. We all have a little rambunctiousness in us. Although I have tried to keep my rambunctious side well concealed and under control, the truth is in my head I often act rambunctiously but I have never had the guts to openly go for it. Many are the times I think of what I should have said after the opportunity to say it has passed me by. If someone is rude I try never to be rude back because I don’t like confrontations, although in my head I always come up with the perfect retort but by then it’s too late. As of now, I intend to change. At this point

in my life I INTEND TO BE AN AUTHETIC REMBUNCTIOUS PERSON. Don’t even tell me not to shout abut it because I am so excited I cannot contain my enthusiasm. From now on I will be rambunctious as I can be. I can’t afford to put it off any longer because I will have missed a lot if I don’t recognize that I too have rambunct and I intend to use it. One thing I am no longer going to do is

exercise. For many years I did all kinds of exercise and all I ever heard was, “No pain. No gain.” From now on all I am going to say to myself, “No exercise.” “No pain.” That’s a relief already.

I miss all of the rides on my bicycle that I

used to do. I would bicycle to and from the grocery store with ease. Now that I can’t ride a bicycle anymore I have to drive my car just to go several miles. Some people like to use a golf cart but now that I am rambunctious I want to change. I want to buy one of those bright red motorcycles with shiny handlebars. I never had the courage to do it before but now that I have a different attitude that is something I can do and have a lot of fun doing it. In the past I have always paid a lot of

attention to the latest trend on the food agenda. The only thing they say is safe to eat is your words. Everything else is either bad for your heart or fattening. “Don’t eat fat,” they say. For a long time I didn’t eat any fat but now I realize that fat makes a lot of food taste a lot better. Tell the truth – doesn’t it taste a lot better to eat vegetables that have been fried in lots of fat rather than steamed and tasteless? They are still vegetables but they taste a lot better. So what if it clogs the arteries – they will clog up anyway if they want to. “Some fat is good for everyone,” someone once said. So live a little. I already like this rambunctious me. “Don’t eat too many sweets,” they say. They

warn that too much cake, cookies and ice cream will make you fat and may cause diabetes. But now they say it is all right to eat dark, dark chocolate because that is good for your heart

and it also makes your disposition betters. “But don’t eat too much,” they say. Well, I say eat as much as you want before they change their minds and before the parade passes by. The last one is really a heart breaker. “If

you are on medication, then stay away from all alcoholic beverages,” they say. Whoever started that rumor made millions of people afraid to even have one glass of wine. My new theory is go ahead and drink as many glasses of wine as you want to. Don’t deny yourself what you like to drink because some doctor did a study and came up with a conclusion that he strived for even before he started the study. Soon another doctor will do a study that says that is a lot of baloney, however, I don’t intend to wait. I want it and I want it now. I don’t care if you follow my advice but I’ll

tell you that I intend to change. Rambunctious people have more fun and I don’t want


miss out on it anymore. So this is what I’m going to do. I’m going straight home to have dinner. It will consist of French fried potatoes, a hamburger and for dessert I’ll have a huge slice or two of chocolate cake. As long as it’s chocolate I don’t care if it isn’t dark. And I’ll wash it down with all the wine I can drink. Then I’ll sit down in my favorite chair and watch television while I think about all the rambunctious things I did and I’ll say to myself, “Wow, what a wonderful day!” 


Barbara Schwartz Martha & Charlie Pinns tried and tried

for years to have a family. When it was a proven fact that they couldn’t have biological children they put in adoption papers. They found a brother/sister duo who were

3 and 4 years old and ready for adoption. As luck would have it, the 4 year old boy was named Charles so they had a built in “junior” ready made for them! The girl, Roberta, was as cute as a button and was nicknamed Bobbie within a few days. But, obviously, Charlie and Martha did not stop to think long enough about Bobbie’s nickname: Bobbie Pinns! That did make a lot of people giggle with their

little bobbie pin! Bobbie didn’t think it was too much fun until she was in Faith

Jim Kirkpatrick A belief and trust in God; a complete trust;

a system of religious beliefs; allegiance to duty or a person. These are some of the defi nitions/ explanations from the dictionary. I would say that it is the ‘faith’ we feel when

we plant a seed: that the resulting plant, fruit, vegetable or pretty fl ower will be exactly what we want. In a good home the child feels secure in the confi dence – the ‘faith’ that mother and father know and will do the ‘right thing’. We have some degree of

‘faith’ that the

package or can of a product will be as pictured on the container. The wife of a good husband has unquestioned ‘faith the he will be dependable, unquestionably supportive and always ‘faithful’ to her – Especially in ‘diffi cult times’. When we board a plane we are expressing

‘faith’ that the pilot is qualifi ed and committed to safety of the passengers. When the young girl accepts the man’s proposal she is putting her ‘faith’ in him that he is serious in his promises to her. When we contract with a doctor or a lawyer or

a mechanic, we having ‘faith’ in the qualifi cations and the training and attention to details that are needed. The little bird has ‘instinctive faith’ that the mother can be trusted as it is being ‘thrown- out-of-the-nest’. Imagine if we were not able to have faith in all these circumstances. For me I would say that I am not a religious

man; but, my faith is extremely, important to me. I have such ‘faith’ that my prayers will be

answered-not necessarily in the way I was hoping for, but in the way best for me. I well understand the value and importance of worshiping in a ‘church’. I would be the fi rst to say that it is certainly best for many; but, for me, my ‘faith’ works for me. I have this faith based on my life and my experiences. When I pray, I never get a busy signal. I am

never put on hold. No, I am never told to punch 1 for English. When I call- there is No time limit. I am never asked for my e-mail address. I am never told to go to the home page and

enter my user name and password. I am also never told ‘the system is down’/

I feel like I have my very own special

connection. I can call when ever it is convenient for me. If I need to call again shortly after a call, I will not be told I need to call later. If I want to call for a friend, I am not told

she will have to call herself. I am never told ‘our policy-is’ there is never a charge. My answer is never in jargon- it is always understandable. There is never a form I must download. The offi ce is never closed, There are never any annoying commercials’ I will never be asked what I have already tried. I’ll not be patronized There is absolute privacy. I know my identity will not be stolen. This is all very nice for me in all ways. 

A Tribute To Abigail

Bob Hirt I cried as I talked,-quiet, solemn, deep

talk. No response was expected. After so many years together there was

an unspoken trust,-borne of mutual love and caring. We had been to so many places together,

covered so much territory, experienced multiple joys and sadnesses in our separate lives.

I suspect both of us knew what

momentarily lay ahead in the eternal abyss. Those playful afternoons on the weekend

in the backyard,-the blue-watered pool that was solace from dripping sun, - those silly

innocent mistakes that bring thoughtless, instinctive reprimand. And now the guilt, that painful day of

reckoning, of decision that can no longer be avoided; And then suddenly there they are----poignant and stabbing, -- the fl ood of memories and tears. The time has come to say; “Good-bye

my beloved friend. If God has a Heaven for furred creatures surely you’ll be there.” God willing, I hope to someday look

over there and see you---totally unaware of my presence, and fully immersed in play with your furry friends, those lovable Labrador Retrievers.


high school and met a few other girls that also had “strange parents with strange senses of humor” according to the girls. Her new friends were Candace – nicknamed Candie – Barr and the trio was completed by the Behr girl – formally named Theodora after her grandfather, but nicknamed as you have probably already fi gured out, Teddi. Bobbie, Candie and Teddi laughed a lot

about their names and had a good time with it. The high school yearbook even named them “the most likely to become strippers”. The girls left the comfort of each other

and went on to different colleges where they found their main sources of interest were far, far away from the fun of high school. Teddi Behr actually went back to the formal name

of Theodora and majored in business. She is now the CEO of a major company – perhaps you have heard of Behr paints? Candie Barr kept her likeable nickname and now runs a business of her own – perhaps you have heard of Candie Shoes? And, fi nally, we catch up with Bobbie

Pinns. She also majored in business and ended up leaving the business world to marry her college sweetheart, Jim Sochs. She is now known as Bobbie Sochs. She has vowed to name her children nice normal names! The high school yearbook editor should

be ashamed having called these successful ladies “future strippers” And all three sets of parents should have thought and thought about those nicknames! 

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