I got a phone call out of the blue from someone in Marion
who is still connected to the Civic Theatre there, telling me he was again
directing a Tennessee Williams play, “A Period of Adjustment” after 42 years
passage of time. I was in the original production,
having one of the 3 leads. George found
my phone number after finding someone who knew my sister, Jane, and eventually
I got a call from him, giving me the news above and inviting me to attend the
current production.
I was interested because I wanted to visit my sister and
husband, who I hadn’t seen since our mother’s death, and to take a look at
Marion and some of the places I used to live which totaled 6 different
places. In addition, of course, to bask
in the past glory of my acting days and to visit with the other two leading
actors in the original play.
A group photo was taken of the past and present casts.
I visited the first
home I bought in Marion and I found it still looked really nice. When it was
sold after my divorce, the front yard on 1/3 of an acre had no trees, a gravel
drive way, and an unfinished patio. I
found so many trees on the lawn that the house was not visible to the road and
I drove right past it.
To my dismay, the house the family lived in before we all
left Marion is boarded up, as is the home next to it, both scheduled for
removal. The houses across the street
are already gone. I did note that the
front door was still painted a bright red (my doing).
My sister says the neighborhood became unsafe and no one wanted to live
there anymore.
I visited my deceased wife’s grave and took a few moments to reflect
on my life with her and the mostly good times we shared together. I loved her very much and her loss was
devastating. However, her death was the
impetus for me to leave Marion which benefitted everyone in the family. I still ponder the irony of this.
Gone are the two best restaurants in town, Irma’s and
Emily’s and the best fare is now found at Appleby’s where flat screen TV’s
adorn the wall providing distracting noise and unless you find a booth, you sit
on stools. Jane and Bill travel to Fort
Wayne to eat out a distance of 50 plus miles.
This fact reminded me of how I used to travel to Fort Wayne, Muncie,
Kokomo, Huntington, Indianapolis without giving it much thought, putting about
15,000 miles a year on my car.
How fortunate I am to live just off the edge of Chicago, two
blocks from a lake beach, where I can take the el to Wrigley Field or Sox’s
Park dine at the finest restaurants, etc. etc.
Judith and I leave in 6 days to attend Kristi and David’s
wedding on top of a mountain vista near Boulder, CO. As some of you may know, his name is David
HeArd, and Kristi gave him the nickname of SV, which stands for superfluous
vowel. It is unknown at this time
whether she will take the SV or not for her married name.
The entire family will be there and it is with great
anticipation that I look forward to this joyous event.
2 comments:
I did not know you lost your first wife as I did my husband....mine in 1968 and yours in 1978. I moved back to Council Bluffs from St. Louis where he worked for McDonnel Aircraft as a computer programer. He had a degree in Business ed. but first love was music and ended up loving programing. My husband had just turned 30 and looks like your wife was almost the same age. Interesting how our lives have parralleled from Washington School to now.
I guessing this is Joyce. It was my second wife I lost. My first wife is the mother of my children.
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