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… Sunday memories
Sunday July 20, 2014
 
 
 
We cooked one very big steak, BBQ, enough for everybody. 
 
Does your memory stretch back that far?
 
Do you recall where you were 45 years ago? 
 
Not just any day, but today. 
 
20th, of July – a Sunday, just like this one. 
 
Surely you remember it, don’t you?
 
OK, if you are under 50, perhaps not.
 
And, would he remember?
 
I think so …
 
Such a great day in history. Man on the moon day. I was 17, going on 18. It was summer. The future was a long distance vision – to September. Who looks far ahead in the summer? Who looks far ahead at 17?
 
On this day in 1969, man walked on the moon for the first time. Do you remember where you were?
 
I was at home – with my parents, my girl friend – and the TV, which meant Walter Cronkite telling us all what was happening, as Neil Armstrong set foot in moon dust.
 
I remember it well – it was a Sunday just like this one (and the day before my dad’s birthday) like it was …. just a few moments ago
 
If he was here it would be just another day – aging in place as the saying goes, aging in this place, like old cheese. Tomorrow, if he was still alive, he’d be celebrating his 92nd birthday. 
 
He won’t make it this year.
 
He died March 8th this year.
 
So what’s the big deal for me? 
 
What is so special about this day, these feelings and remembering that moon landing day in 1969?
 
Lots.
 
Lots special. 
 
Was special. 
 
Will always be.
 
Moon is still with us. 
 
My dad, not.
 
 
 
Mark Kolke
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column written/ published from Calgary
 
 
morning walk:  12C/54F, overcast sky that could burst at any moment, quiet streets and lanes produced a single rabbit sighting; Gusta trotting along normally – completely unaware she is going to the Country Club Pet Resort later today (when I take a holiday, she takes a holiday!)  

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