Friendship Central Class of 1965, sage conversation, and a poem
By Chuck Wiser, I write the words to share what my eyes see and my heart feels
When I completed and submitted my normal, if any are normal, Wrambling, I had left some comments and poetry behind as there wasn’t room left in my standard format. My “rule of thumb” for a typical Wrambling, would cover about three full page typed comments and one or two medium sized photos. Since I had so many “Backyard” photos the actual text component was minimized somewhat and so today’s motivation is to add some of the left-over thoughts and a couple of poems written recently.
I have been invited by some of the Friendship Central School class of ’65 alums ,who are friends, to attend their 60th Reunion at the Friendship Oldtimers Dinner at the end of this month. As does many things the year 1965 triggered thoughts of my birth year 1945 and thus the poem “Born in 1945.” I will likely change some words around and/or mimic my “Class if ‘63” poem so as to be appropriate for their class. The Friendship Oldtimers celebrates class years in 5-year increments but the 60th “anniversary” is special.
Two years ago, it was my 60th Graduating class and I don’t recall why, but I did not attend the Old Timers. I had reached out to former class members, and I guess the response, or lack of response made me think that the class turn out wasn’t going to be that great. I regret, to this day, that I didn’t participate. Maybe that’s why this invitation to attend as an honorary member of the class of ’65 is so important to me.
As I reflect on having graduated from high school 60 years ago, and doing the math in my head while I still can, that would set the average age of the graduates as well over 75 years of age. The current average life expectancy has increased to 79 years old. In checking that number I discovered that it has increased by 2 years since 2022.
I sometimes use the word sage as describing myself as: “a sage old codger.” Given my proclivity to check out various words inspired often by just curiosity, I contemplated how or why the seasoning/spice named sage would also mean something describing some kind of wisdom or intelligence. And so, as I’m inclined to do, I Googled the word and what results is as follows:
The word “sage” has a few related meanings. Primarily, it refers to a wise person, someone known for their wisdom, judgment, and experience. It can also describe someone venerate for their wisdom. Additionally, “sage” can refer to the herb Salvia officinalis, used for flavoring food. Here’s a breakdown of the different senses: 1. A sage is often described as a profoundly wise person, someone who possesses great knowledge and insight. The term is frequently associated with historical figures and philosophers known for their wisdom. The word can also be used as an adjective, describing advice or observations as wise and thoughtful. 2.The Herb: “Sage” can refer to the common sage plant (Salvia officinalis), known for its gray-green leaves and aromatic properties. This herb is widely used in cooking to flavor dishes, especially meat. Sage is also used in some cultures for rituals and ceremonies.
My sage advice then is that it would be sage to flavor your food seasoned with sage.
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Given the influx of now fledged Grosbeaks and Orioles, a new generation of aviary friends need to learn that our closed windows cannot be flown through. The last two or three days have blessed us with a plethora of new aviary friends. Traffic flow to and from the feeders has been extremely heavy. All too often one of the recent visitors has flown under our deck canopy or departed from our lower deck surrounding the west end of our pool, only to be stopped, with a thud, by our windows. Bird strikes have been altogether too numerous the past couple of days.
On a related story regarding this topic, every once in awhile a hummingbird will make that “fly through” miscalculation and will impale itself on the screen covering the door or window of the Sun-Bird Room. Although concerning at first, it has been entertaining to watch the hummingbirds trying to “reverse their props” and back out of the screen door trap. Grosbeaks are especially startling, since they are typically heavier making quite a loud “Thump.” I’m likely to drop my book especially if I am absorbed in the reading of a James Patterson or Robin Cook novel.
Here are the additional poems I promised. I “scanned” these and am sharing them as “Picture Files”.
