I’m Not Even a Football Fan

Sometimes when there’s a football game on and even tho’ I don’t know which end of the field is which or which end to root for. The colors of the players uniforms is a tremendous help in letting me know who to cheer for! While I'm not a football fan, there was one game which I will never forget.

It was in December of 1983, the game was between the Los Angeles Rams and the New Orleans Saints. I can’t recall anything regarding the game but I’ll always remember that nerve wracking last few seconds of that game. Tension if electric, would have lit up an entire city block.

I watched the game with my friend Bob, who was precariously sitting on the very edge of the couch, with anxiety over the games outcome, his voice dropped with each second when he finally moaned , “The Rams don’t stand a chance”. With that I spoke up in a voice I that I suddenly discovered was mine! “Oh yah,” I said with confidence, “WATCH THIS” With that I thrust my hands out, pointing at the Saints players and said “HEX”. I had put my hex on the team opposite those Rams. They really wanted to win very much. And win they did.

Apparently my hex was genuine and it worked. At least I’d like to think it was my help that led the Rams to that winning celebration that night.

The next morning, December 19, 1983 I read Rick Talley’s column in the sports section of the Daily News only to read, “For 59 minutes and 58 seconds in New Orleans the offense of the Los Angels Rams was unable to produce a single point, Then he said, “ I have seen many strange football games, but this was one of the strangest, and surely the wailing on Bourbon Street must have hit a new pitch Sunday night,. There was no joy at the Old Absinthe House.”

I simply had to telephone Rick and let him know the truth and why that game wasn’t that strange after all. The following day, his article titled “WILL A HEX WORK IN DALLAS,TOO? There in his column, was my name and the story of my hex. That was not exceptional but what was exceptional was the fact that my sons would never believe they would be reading about “Mom” in the sports section of the newspaper. Son, Brian grabbed a paper in the men’s room as some men often do, only to almost be launched from his seat as he spied his mother’s name in the sports section. Son Larry read the article and immediately called his wife, Debbie, who was as work, with a “You’re not going to believe this story," as he read it to her. You’d better believe this story because it’s true.

Rick asked if when the Rams play Dallas, would I put a hex on them. He finished with, “You wouldn’t put a hex on me, would you?” I assured him “Never.” Rick refers to me as the “Lady from Arleta” in several ensuing articles. In fact when I had my hair done, the fellow who was doing my hair was pleased and shocked that I was the “Lady from Arleta” and I was pleased he had read the article and enjoyed my story.

On relating my fun experience to Mark Linns a Councilman e-mail friend from Evansville, Wisconsin, my home town. His reply was, “We’d like Wisconsin to win the Rose Bowl this year, so would you please put a hex on every team the Badgers play ? I thought “Why not, besides this is a lot of fun in spite of the fact that I’m not even a football fan”. Did I mention that I’m not a football fan? I agreed to help Mark out and I was kept super busy with my super Rose Bowl request.as kept track of the Badger games and making sure I hexed their opponents.

Wisconsin won the Rose Bowl with the chance to beat UCLA. Reluctantly I put a hex on UCLA in spite of the fact that my granddaughter was a student at that college. I’m so happy the Badgers ended with a 21 to 16 win over UCLA. . Mark was happy too, that his favorite team was the BIG CHEESE on New Years Day!

We had plans the next day, to meet Mark and his wife at their hotel and have lunch together. When we arrived at the hotel, Mark greeted me with “Have you seen today’s Los Angeles Times?’ I hadn’t but I burst out laughing when he showed me an article that included a comment from UCLA’s Running Back, Daron Washington, when he said, "I don’t know what happened! It seemed as if someone put a Hex on us! " (Little does he know!)

Unsure of my hex ability, one night I selected a great bowler at a Bowling alley. As I watched him bowl, I decided to put my hex to the test to see if it still worked. I put my hex on him and his game and sure enough, he did a lousy job, with little or no control over the ball. When I told him about my hex, he simply laughed, no doubt happy the lousy bowling was not his fault. I left confident that my hex was still intact.

Now, twenty five years later, Jack needed me. It was November 15, 2008 when he was watching Minnesota play Wisconsin and they were strangling the Badgers. His plea “Put a hex on Minnesota”. That woke my sense of fun and adventure and eager to see if my hex was still strong as ever, or had it died out like the flickers of the last of dying embers of my fireplace.

As a former Wisconsinite, I eagerly spotted the uniforms of the Minnesota team and geared all of the hex power I could muster .in my capable hands towards the Minnesota team. Once I was sure my hex was complete, I made my self comfortable at my computer. Every now and then, Jack would come in and report the Wisconsin team made a touchdown. Comforted with the news I kept busy on my computer until those last few seconds when Wisconsin just barely clung to the lead, With only seconds left, they seemed like an hour, then Hooray! Wisconsin won! At that tense moment, I was sure that even after twenty five years my hex power was still as “GOOD AS NEW!” No need to find a great bowler to test it out, Hex anyone?

Empty Pages

The book was a gift from my dear friends Alan and Harriet. A 6X7 book with empty pages, pages left to my imagination to fill and to enjoy. The inscription read, “May the pleasures you record in this book be as great as those you give to others.” A nice message that left me wondering what to add to this lovely book to make it meaningful.

Those empty pages were a challenge and I’d hoped they’d merit the beauty of that book with several pink roses on its hard cover, pastel colors decorate it with, a butterfly that lands on a graceful long leaf on the back. The butterfly shares the back with the tracing of a flower. It’s a special book and I thought long and hard before deciding what to enter into those empty pages.

One day my mother showed a letter to her friend as she was ready to toss it. In it was a lovely compliment. Her friend was in shock that Mom was planning to toss that letter with its thoughtful and caring message. I agree. Compliments are special and should be savored and enjoyed again and again. In writing, it would be saved forever!

It was at that time that I had decided what might make that elegant book with its empty pages, a book I would really enjoy. Finally, at last my book would be a book of compliments, compliments that would grace those empty pages!

On the alternate page, My message said simply, “Since my mother was told she should have saved that letter with compliments… and she did. Now, I have decided to record some of the many nice things told to me.”

Unfortunately not all compliments have been saved as they roll off of conversations and one gets too busy to rush to the book or note pad and save them but if you were allowed to peek in its personal pages, you might see your name under one or many compliments given me!

My best and most memorable compliment came from my little brother, Kenneth, who was all of three years old. As he snuggled up to me, and looked at me with a smile followed by a serious tone to his voice as he said, “I love you all of the trees in the world!” It’s a compliment I’ll always cherish and never forget. I think about that while in Washington and Oregon as we drive through miles and miles of tall evergreen trees. As we drive through Northern California with its fruit orchards on either side of the road. In the Rockies, trees are all over as this compliment keeps popping up in my mind. It was genuine and heartfelt and unforgettable.

I’ve gotten many compliments throughout my life as I’m sure you have too. But some are more unique than others and the one I got just a few years ago was from a fellow who walked in the mall when I too was a mall walker. It was just too special and unique, unlike any I had ever gotten before! He looked at me and surprised me with an unexpected comment. “You’d look good in a gunny sack”. I haven’t tried to see if he was right but it brought to mind the time when I worked in a dress shop, I suggested an item for a girl who was going to a party; the material was one similar to burlap. The girl enjoyed her purchase so much that she came back to the store and asked for me, Filled with compliments, she let me know what a hit that outfit made!

I have my own special letter with a compliment, too! It’s one I’ve cherished since my close friend, Shirley Shay, sent it to me in December of 1993. We met at a Writer’s group. Shirley is a saucy brunette, a saucy Jewish brunette with a typical Jewish sense of humor. I think she was born with a suitcase of crazy stories. Shirley was not a typical writer. Her articles rolled off the keys of her word processor with the ease of slipping on an icy sidewalk. . She could write about a wooden fence post and make it so interesting and funny you’d not only enjoy it but unfortunately be extremely jealous of her talent for such whimsical writing!

Shirley Shay

Shirley left the San Fernando Valley for a beautiful home in the Bay area. She became a writer for a newspaper, and wound up with first place for columns, commentary or criticism by the California Newspaper Publishers Association. Needless to say, I was very proud of her but missed her a lot. On the good side, I was rewarded with many letters from her flooded with humor only Shirley could express.

My favorite “Shirley Compliment” was in her letter of 1993, In it she wrote in regards to a photo Christmas card I has sent her, “The photo was the hit of the four pre-Christmas parties I attended, especially after I told them you had passed your seventieth birthday. I had to swear on the lives of my grandchildren in order to make them
believe it!” She continued, ‘Humph!’ Said a few of the jealous ones, “She probably spent her life waited on by servants, shopping at Nordstrom’s, and relaxing at the country club.” I denied it insisting it was just your attitude.

Why discourage them by telling them you are a phenomenon, as beautiful on the inside as you are on the outside. With glimmers of hope in their eyes, many septuagenarians, dashed home to scour their bathtubs. Who could toss a letter with a compliment as dazzling and awesome as that one? With this, I’ll bet you are rushing for your stack of letters in search of compliments too.

Another saved letter was from my friend, Florence. It starts with the usual “Dear Shirley,” and then she wrote: “Your letter was like a breath of fresh air." All of my other friends have no news except “blah” stuff. You know, assorted ailments, what medications they are taking and on and on etc. So hearing about fun things for a change was very enjoyable. Aside from a nice compliment, this letter should be a tip on what not to write! I recently lost my friend Florence after a bitter battle with a weakened heart, a heavy heart after the loss of her second son, and of her husband. I went to see her in an assisted living home, one not too cheery; it bordered on being bleak. We had a great visit, catching up on news plus she was pleased to show me items that held lots of meaning to her. When I was ready to leave she said, “You made my whole summer”. I think that beats Clint Eastwood's, “Make my day.”

After sending Florence a colorful autumn spray to brighten her door, a seasonal Halloween vase with silk flowers, and an oversized talking doll, I’d like to think I was responsible for her artwork. As a kid, she enjoyed the ad in magazines begging you to “Draw Me”. She did and she did a fantastic job of copying those pictures. With that in mind I sent her charcoal, a book on charcoal drawing and other items to get into a hobby. I had hoped it would spice up her life and to introduce her to an art class. It did. She decided to do painting as opposed to charcoal drawings and got into an art class at the facility where she was living. In spite of a stroke that weakened her favored left hand, she painted and painted! My biggest thrill was to learn that she had done paintings as Christmas gifts to her grandchildren! A still bigger thrill was to learn that she had SOLD several of her paintings this last summer. She’s a dear friend and I will truly miss her.

I am writing this because of another more recent friend, Elin Carlson. While I don’t consider my writing that exciting and interesting, Elin has expressed that it is good. So due to her positive views, here I am and with yet another letter!

This from my uncle, Carl:
“You took three good pictures of me and several outstanding ones taken at the Mandt family reunion. Thanks very much for the photos. And I must say that your efforts captured the Mandt Affair more interesting than what I did photographically.” While I’ll win no prizes for my pictures, I’ll take all of the compliments I can get! Thank you!

This picture was taken on a cruise ship. While Jack was on the deck, the lampshade was in my way, making Jack a “Lampshade on his head, Party Boy”. A good reason you should not trust me with a camera!

“You are pretty”. Well Mom, that proves it. When I was little, I once asked her if I was pretty. Of course I wasn’t but all Moms should think their geeky and awkward young ones are pretty, her answer was a let down, “You are average!” Well Mom, you should have been at Ciro’s, a popular nightclub in the 50’s, when I sat next to the Wizard of Oz, Frank Morgan. The Oz was deep in conversation when he looked up at me and said, “You are pretty”. What a lovely compliment and what a wonderful surprise! And what a nice guy!

Add to that another from Tom Hatten, a television performer with a kid's show, as well as former president of the Pacific Pioneer Broadcasters, while walking along the Sportsman’s Lodge walkway. Out of the blue, he looked my way and said “You are pretty!” It’s true, he said it, since Jack was with me and he heard it, so there’s no need to swear on the lives of my grandchildren!


Can you take another, “You are pretty?” This one from an Egyptian Army officer who attended the Camp David meetings with Egyptian President Anwar Sadat and President Jimmy Carter. I met him in the lobby of the hotel in Cairo where our tour group was staying. It was his comment to me as I was reading a paper. We had a nice chat and I turned down a dinner invitation; it was not in my African itinerary.

I can’t ignore the comment from the Wonder Bread man who covered our neighborhood with his truck filled with bread and baked goods. He had heard of my apple pies and how good they were. There was no need to prove it to a guy who has a truck full of goodies. It’s those unexpected compliments that come across as being more sincere.

By now your mind has already begun a review of the people in your life who have decorated it with kind words and unique words of praise. Words that should never be lost or tossed. It’s time to get that book of empty pages and write your own book. Don’t forget to GIVE compliments. Your reward is the look of pleasure on the faces of those you share it with. But always remember to be sincere, as they say, “Flattery will get you nowhere!”

A high school friend at a long ago class reunion reminded me that the quote I left on the pages of his year book. It has been an inspiration to him in his life; I hope my faith in him was part of the success of his career! Yes, he was a successful engineer.

A friend said “I have only met two classy women since I moved to California and you are one of them.” Well, is it classy to write a blog sharing compliments? You decide, another compliment plus a similar one from Jack’s daughter. She simply said “You are a classy lady.” I’m thrilled and delighted.

Compliments do not need to be long and unusual. My shortest compliment was just one word. I sent a friend a picture of me before a fireplace in a mountain cabin, His reply: “SMASHING!”

The former dress designer, Mr. Blackwell, has made a glitter pin one of my favorite pieces of jewelry. He liked my pin so well; he complimented me on it several times. It certainly had his stamp of approval. This, from someone who was knowledgeable about fashion. I’m so glad I didn’t wind up on his WORST DRESSED LIST!

My article, "What I like about growing old", published in the Los Angeles Times, brought a compliment from the staff publisher. He said, “Are you a professional writer? You write better than most who write for the Times.” I’ve never met him; this was strictly a telephone conversation. But one of my favorite phone calls!!!

Like a good story, with a surprise ending, here is my story. I went to a birthday party. Not knowing what to get the birthday girl, Erin. I gave her an empty book, designated to be a book of compliments. I had a pad of pretty note paper embellished with floral designs. I handed each guest a slip of that pad requesting they write a compliment for Erin. With so many guests to keep track of, I asked a fellow if he had given me a compliment. His answer was, “No, but you look good.” Well, I asked for it!

Now I’m asking you to value those words of praise, those words that tell you who and what you really are. So go for it! Get your empty book, fill it and have fun!

This was written with encouragement from one of the most special people I know, Elin Carlson. So Elin, there’s my compliment, you truly are unique, intelligent, interesting, dedicated, TALENTED, successful and just plain WONDERFUL. All true, “I swear on the lives of my grandchildren!

Now you can start your own book of “Empty Pages” I hope my name is on one of them. Among many of your biggest and most dedicated fans, I am Shirley O'Connell.

I'm an Ironman's Grandma!

What a joy to find a personal letter among the political and commercial items! I grab it quickly and savor the message and say a prayer of thanks for the friend who cared enough to remember me on her day.

When I get a long list of e-mails, I go for the personal ones, ones that are a happy and bright escape from the dreary, boring “hoping to sell” ones.

This is my attempt to send to you, a personal note, not another joke, political, unwanted e-mail but one that I hope you will find it worth your time to catch up on what is happening with Jack and Shirley! We thoroughly enjoyed our visit to Madison, Wisconsin to witness granddaughter, Jennifer Waller become an Ironman again for the second time!

Jack despises airports with their insistence on taking off your shoes and emptying your pockets of change, taking off your watch etc. I have never minded that since I walk thru that security arch with no problem. HAH! For the first time, the alert sounded and I was searched to find “the terrorist weapon” I was suspected of carrying. I took off my watch, my bracelet but was allowed to wear my ring. Again that danged alert sounded and I had to be searched once again! The culprit, MY LIPSTICK found in the depth of my pocket. Well, we got through that and were ready for our new adventure.

We were tickled to have a non-stop flight to Milwaukee, Wisconsin only to get an e-mail from our carrier, Air Trans, to learn that we had been rescheduled to fly to Atlanta and then on to Milwaukee. What a revolting development that was!!! We had no choice. We had reservations for the Best Western Airport Hotel in Milwaukee. Their price, $86,.00 was our bargain of the day, a BIG BARGAIN, since we look on Best Western as an older mediocre hotel chain. What a surprise to find a large spacious room, and an indoor pool. The restaurant was another surprise! Not a “Denny’s gag me with a spoon” type, but a very nice dining establishment with good food. There was also an elevated area cordoned off with brass bar entrance to the tables area. Jack and I loved our dinner in that private and quiet section of the dining room. In essence, this Best Western was a total and complete SURPRISE. A total and complete difference from our hotel room in Madison, Wisconsin! See next paragraph to learn how different it was!

Madison was happy to host the Ironman with it’s thousands of participants with their friends and family. All with pockets full of money for the state. Wisconsin encourages Geocaching , hoping to bring more people into the state. Holiday Inn Express was filled to capacity as were most hotels. Besides the

Ironman, there was a big Wisconsin State football game and a concert. We felt lucky to have a room but what a room!

There was a big dinner the night before the Ironman, and we were invited as Jennifer’s guest. I have never dined in a room with sooo many people as we did that night. I’m guessing 2,000 or more! Very long tables reached across a room close to 200 feet wide! Ford sponsored the Ironman Event and it was evident wherever you looked to see a sign or banner or even an automobile, to show who was the sponsor, it was a FORD!

Back to our hotel, and it’s difference to our Best Western stay. We set up the ironing board to press a few things before the dinner, but where to set it up, our room at $135 a night was a closet! Fortunately by holding our breath we were able to squeeze it in near the door to enter our room and the bath room. There was a pair of queen sized beds, a desk with a chair that filled the space to walk to the armoire for our clothes.

Next door was the Sheraton where Jennifer stayed at $160 a night. We liked the Sheraton with it’s restaurant and a bar. A fun place to celebrate both after the dinner and after the Ironman event. We took up two round bar height tables. We dazzled our waiter and the guests with our changing color lite cubes. The room was abuzz with happy patrons. We enjoyed being together and sharing jokes and stories. It’s a special time in our visit, for that bit of time to talk and catch up on news.

Our second day in Madison was a day to jump out of bed, grab a quick bite and go to the scene of the start of the Ironman swim. Again, the crowd and the air of excitement was exhilarating, plus there was a hint of fear at losing each other in the mass of happy people there to cheer on their soon to be Ironman!

The lake was alive with thousands of would be Ironmen, twice that number, were the thousands of arms rapidly moving to speed through the waters of Lake Monona. Boats accompanied the swimmers should they need help,. We saw nothing but capped swimmer’s heads making progress across the lake. It was a 2. 4 mile swim after a fifteen minute period of treading water.

Jenny swam her 2.4 miles in one hour and seventeen minutes and 12 seconds! From the swim she jumped into dry clothes , grabbed her bike, and left for the one hundred and twelve mile bike ride. During that period we got on a free school bus to go to an area where we could view the bike portion of the Ironman bike ride. Since it was lunch time, I couldn’t imagine why we were going away from the downtown area with it’s many great places to eat, to a place much further away, until I learned this was a viewpoint cordoned off to watch the ironman bikers speed by. There was a cemetery nearby, next to an area filled with tents set up and ready to sell a beverage and some “brats”, the meat most popular in Wisconsin. Also, Jack just had to try a Walking Taco served in a Nacho bag. I felt guilty as I downed my brat sandwich, with more fat than I needed to consume. A cold bottle of Pepsi was a treat on a day that predicted rain and turned into a sunny surprise! The line for the Andy Gump was long and unending. I’m glad there was a place to wash your hands nearby with water pumped by your feet. Rolls of paper towels lay on the ground next to the system.

We watched the bikers whiz by, as they grabbed a bottle of water, and tossed the empty ones for the volunteers to keep off of the bikeway. I couldn’t find a picture of the thousands of bikes so this picture of me with Jennifer’s $4,500 bike will have to do. It was nice of Bill to bring the bike down from her hotel room to show me the special features of the bike.

Rain was predicted for this day but fortunately the weather was just right, not too hot and not too cold but best of all not too wet or even wet at all!

Another bus ride back to town, back to watch Jenny complete the Ironman with a 26 mile run! The ferver of the crowd became more exciting with it’s roaring and howling for the competitors. A mamouth screen on the city street was surrounded by thousands as they each waited to cheer their own special Ironman! We added our screams as Jennifer entered, arms outstretched with glee at making an Ironman for the very second time!

It was an awesome moment, an unforgettable one and one worth the day of mucho walking and waiting, Jack and I are now a successful Iron Grandpa and iron Granny for the second time!

A happy girl and her proud friend and partner, Bill! Way to go Jenny! I wish I could see you next year in Louisville, Kentucky since you’ve signed up for Ironman AGAIN!.


To become an Ironman, you must swim 2.4 miles, bike 112 miles and run 26 miles in one day.

JENNIFER WALLER

BIB	AGE	STATE/COUNTRY	PROFESSION
1998	31	ATLANTA GA USA	NURSE PRACTITIONER

SWIM	BIKE	RUN	OVERALL	RANK	DIV.POS.
1:17:12	7:23:11	4:18:15	13:14:54	1185	43

LEG	DISTANCE	PACE	RANK	DIV.POS.
TOTAL SWIM	2.4 mi. (1:17:12)	2:01/100m	1124	48
TOTAL BIKE	112 mi. (7:23:11)	15.16 mph	1698	67
FIRST RUN SEGMENT	13.1 mi. (2:02:22)	9:20/mile
RUN FINISH	13.1 mi. (2:15:53)	10:22/mile
TOTAL RUN	26.2 mi. (4:18:15)	9:51/mile	1185	43
TRANSITION TIME
T1: SWIM-TO-BIKE 10:18
T2: BIKE-TO-RUN 5:58