One Saturday afternoon in August, there was an art walk at Suzanne Elise Assisted Living facility. Several of the residents exhibited their artwork on the second floor recreation area.
I’ve shared duties for several years at Ocean Aire Nursing Home (later changed to Ocean Park) with Harriet Palmer and always knew she was a good assistant, but never did I realize how beautifully she could draw and reproduce jars and vases — with India ink, I believe.
There were sandpipers and other little birds by Doris Snodgrass. Alice Fluicinger offered a still life of a jug and some other articles, very striking. Al Woods had several large paintings of trains, nature scenes and a ceramic dish among other things. Some of the articles I’ve forgotten, but all were noteworthy and exceptional for such a varied group.
I didn’t learn how long they’ve been working on them. One artist, I was told, was 102 years old. Shades of Grandma Moses!
The annual American Legion picnic took place on Aug. 24. The tent is handy for protection from weather, too much sun, rain, wind or whatever else one can think of. On Sunday, it housed the band, the grill and the other food, plus tables and chairs for the legionnaires. We had a familiar menu of hamburgers, hotdogs, potato salad, chips and strawberry shortcake. It was indeed satisfying.
The dance music was great and reminded me of all the years the late Jim Young played for those events, or for that matter, all the years Jim Lovell and I tripped the light fantastic — especially for a schottische or a waltz. There was a raffle for a barbecue grill, afghans or towels. We didn’t stay to learn who won.
Many unusual people graced our city in August, but two of the most curious were the guys who were covered all over their faces and bodies, almost like cartoon characters, in cloth of black and green. Explain to me how they could see where they were going. Another interesting type was the immobile mime that had his picture taken with visitors for a donation. He was covered, clothing and all, with what I assumed was theatrical silver paint. How he could remain so still without moving a muscle is a mystery. When it’s all over, those muscles must go zing.
I thought I might have to do my own centennial birthday celebration for the Kennedy sidewalks or the Gilbert Building. Actually, I imagine the whole Gilbert block is 100 years old, if the truth were told. (Sorry, I cannot help myself.) The buildings were all burned at the same time in 1912 so they must have been rebuilt at the same time, too. Guess I’ve said that before. I’m glad they used the art walk on Aug. 6 as something of a celebration.
Just as we had to teach the locals to say “Broadway” instead of “Broadway Street,” we’ll have to inform them that we say the “Prom” or the “Promenade” rather than the boardwalk, which we haven’t had for 96 or 97 years. The Shilo doesn’t help by calling its lounge the Boardwalk Lounge.
Was it Labor Day or just Sept. 1 in 1962 when we had the first riots in Seaside? At any rate we just had our 52nd anniversary. All in all it’s better to enjoy what our town has to offer in the way of restaurants and shopping venues or various vehicles for recreation than it is to tear it apart and rampage through the streets. Thank goodness discretion became the better part.
A little boy was invited to his grandmother’s birthday party. “How old are you?” he asked. “Thirty-nine and holding,” responded his grandmother to which he asked, “Grandmother, how old would you be if you let go?”