Bettie Urbina

May Day came and went without, to my knowledge, the kind of fanfare that I remember from my youthful days of getting my global information from news reels when I went to the movies. They always showed the big parade of war machines that Russia loved to show the world always on the brink of another war.

When I was younger — I mean a LOT younger — we danced around the May pole on the playground at school and delivered secret billet-doux after school. I’m always reminded of that when my lilacs are in bloom because my homemade wallpaper-constructed May baskets always contained goodies of some kind and some fragrant lilacs.

Ah, those were the days, especially if I found a similar token of esteem on my porch.

May came along too soon this year. I hardly remember April. I take that back. I’ll always remember those five days in the hospital. I worried about not getting columns done for two weeks in a row. I was afraid I’d lose my readers, but I guess I needn’t have worried. Friends I haven’t heard from in ages started communicating. One case in point was a note from long time buddy Barbara Hawke.

Barb is a longtime member of the Quartz Hill Woman’s Club and a person I have always enjoyed being around. I don’t get to the meetings anymore, so I miss a lot of the gals. Anyway, if you read this Barb, I want you to know I appreciate the fact you are still on my readers list.

Cinco de Mayo rolled around as it always does on the 5th and Carlos made sure I’d get some kind of a celebration because I have always loved Mexican traditions. He got tickets for the mariachi show at Lancaster Performing Arts Center for the 4th. That was a really terrific show. I enjoyed it a lot and I had more enjoyment because I was sitting next to a gal who sang with the troupe and yelled encouragement and made the evening even better for me. It wouldn’t have been half as much fun without her and Carlos was also obviously enchanted. The songs were all in Spanish and he knew a lot of them. I was especially glad to recognize “I have El Rancho Grande” among their more familiar lyrics.

This year must be the one that is going to take the prize for the most of us seniors to have unexpected ailments that lay us low. Two more of us have had to take sick leaves: Dovie Dortch and Lois Wilk will be out of commission for awhile. I hope they get back to normal as quickly as I did. I still get tired out fast but I can always sleep it off.

I’m not a very nice person as you probably figured out a long time ago. I don’t deny that I have many ideas and beliefs that are not what good people are supposed to have. I try to be fair and just in all of my thinking but sometimes I just don’t feel like doing what is supposed to be the right thing.

Gov. Gavin Newsom seems to think that we should discontinue the death penalty. I’ve been told that if I believe in the Ten Commandments, I should also believe that the governor is right. Well, I also believe in the Golden Rule. So where does that leave us in the case of murderers and penalties? I will never believe that the Manson group should have our pity.

Nobody ever told me that it’s easy to be kind and lovable to somebody who is mean and rotten. Believe it or not, however, I do try not to play judge and jury of someone evil, but I don’t try very hard.

OK, its time to add a little frivolity to lighten the mood here.

A grandfather and his grandson Billy entered their vacation cabin and decided to keep the lights off to avoid attracting pesky insects. Still, a few fireflies followed them in. Noticing them first, Billy whispered, “It’s no use Grandpa. Now the mosquitoes are coming after us with flashlights.”    

I think I’ll have some ice cream and call it a day, but I’ll be back next week.

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