Saturday, January 10, 2009

Moments in Life


Sometimes there are moments in life that you never forget. Of course there are things like your child being born, marriage proposals, being elected cheerleader captain, or having a crown placed on your head at the prom. But I'm talking about things like when President Kennedy was shot, or for my father it's the moment he heard World War II was over. Sometimes, no matter what, we never get over those moments.

I was too young for the Kennedy murders or the end of wars, but moments that stand out for me are when Reagan was shot, the Space Shuttle Challenger exploding, the fall of the Soviet Union, the death of Princess Diana, and of course the planes flying into the World Trade Center. I'll never forget those moments.

I was watching General Hospital on TV when ABC News interrupted the show to report on Ronald Reagan being shot. I remember calling my Mom and Dad at their work and telling them. They didn't believe me. There were convinced I had the wrong Reagan.

I was in my advanced ballet class in college when I heard of the Challenger Explosion.

I was in grad school studying Russian history and writing my masters thesis when the Soviet Union fell. I remember my professor being heartbroken, but what a time to be in that class. That was awesome.

I was driving back to my apartment in Memphis from a Mississippi River Delta casino in the middle of the night when I heard on the radio that Diana was dead. I'd been enamored with her since I watched that fairy tale wedding on TV when I was 12 years old. The first thing I thought when I heard the news was that the underground workings of the royal family had probably had her killed. Of course, that was total conspiracy theorist extremism, but sometimes I'm not too sure it's totally ridiculous after all.

And then I was on my sofa in my downtown Memphis apartment drinking coffee and watching CBS morning news when the planes flew into the World Trade Center. I saw the whole thing happening live. It was only by the grace of God that I wasn't traveling that day myself. That was during the 90% travel days of my job.

I don't know why I'm on about this. It's way too late on a Saturday night for this sort of thing. But it was just on my mind, so I wrote about it.

By the way....last night I had the oddest dream. It was an amusing one, though.

I dreamed that I was crowned Queen of Spain. I was visiting Spain, and the people liked me so much that they made me their queen. I had a giant crown on my head and big white sash tied around me. I remember the crowds were cheering and clapping, and I said, "Wow! Thanks!" Then I was in a baroque style old theater, and my best friend came to have lunch with me. When she walked up to my table, I said, "Hey, P----! They made me a queen!", and she said, "I know! That's so cool!" And then we had salads and iced tea.

What a crazy dream. I didn't even take any melatonin last night, which I sometimes do because I have such trouble sleeping, though it gives me weird dreams. But at least this was a happy dream.

10 comments:

The Wine Commonsewer said...

melatonin?

I thought that was skin cancer.

TWC said...

I know a little about crazy dreams and I deleted the next five paragraphs.

It's for the best. :-)

And why is the captcha DEDNEST?

That's almost spooky. And I don't even believe in that stuff....

smartass sob said...

melatonin?

I thought that was skin cancer.


You're thinking of melanoma.


That's almost spooky.

Think that's spooky - the capcha for this post is carie.

sasob

Chatelaine said...

Maybe I need more coffee this morning or something, but I have no clue what y'all are talking about.

smartass sob said...

but I have no clue what y'all are talking about.

Eh? Do you mean what we said about the captchas? To post a comment we each have to copy and fill in a word varification thingy. Apparently the one TWC had to fill in was dednest, which he thought was sort of spooky as in macabre. The one that I had to fill in was carie, which is similar to the title of one Stephan King's novels.

If you were refering to TWC's crazy dreams, I'm afraid I can't help you there. ;-)

sasob

Chatelaine said...

Ohhhh....I got it now. I didn't know what the term captcha meant. So therefore the dednest and carie thing went right over my head. I got it now though. Spooky indeed.

I don't think I want to know anything about Twc's dreams, though. I bet that's some pure Freudian stuff.

smartass sob said...

I bet that's some pure Freudian stuff.

I read a bunch of Sigmund Freud when I was a teenager, including his work about dream interpretations and analysis. Also read a very thick book by some other author (a Freudian) about dream analysis. And I read and studied other psychology as well. I'm certainly no expert or anything like that, but I think I agree with more modern theorists who think the Freudians placed entirely too much emphasis on dreams - made too much of them. I think that dreams are mainly the mind's way of attempting to organize and store the doings of the day. We most easily remember that which has emotional significance to us - perhaps dreams somehow link the days experiences and thoughts to our emotions in some way or to that which has emotional importance to us.

sasob

TWC said...

The captchas on blogger are far more creative and interesting than other hosts. They are almost words. Like the developer had some fun. I got a really cool one once that I posted somewhere. But, I can't remember what it was so there's really no point in bringing it up.:-)

I bet that's some pure Freudian stuff.

No. But I think that some could be worked into novels.

TWC said...

You're thinking of melanoma.

It was a joke, son. :-) Just yanking chains.

smartass sob said...

It was a joke, son. :-) Just yanking chains.

Be careful - she has a mean throwing arm - and probably more coffee pots. ;-)

sasob