Ready for the ninth and final year of the 20teens?

As we face the end of a tumultuous decade, let us not be downtrodden but prepare for the most spectacular event certainly yet to come, if history tells us anything.  The 21st century teen years were not unlike living with a surly adolescent: pushing toward unfettered independence while desperately seeking guidance and assurance of parental love; staying out beyond curfew, mouthing off and breaking other rules to push boundaries and discover if any punishment still stings or breaks the will; learning to drive as anxious backseat parents pray silently for their safe return and instant maturity of their teen-age offspring; breaking away from believing everything ever taught by any adult while developing their own cynical if not radical views on complex issues like politics and religion.  Well, parental old guard, we made it through with sanity intact, some of us even spotting a few rays of light that will transform rebellious youth into admirable friends, someday.  
 
In this decade the world reached consummate concern for the future of life on planet Earth with the Paris climate accord, and Americans reincarnated the Women’s Rights movement.  With more mass shootings than any previous decade (a mass shooting every single day in America), future legislation in this final decade year or the following year will undoubtedly address the issue soberly than ever before and do something that will significantly halt our national recurring horror especially among our children at school.  As soon as Trump swarmed in as president, tens of millions of Americans and others around the world protested in the streets not only making known their distrust of Trumpian politics and the man himself but maintaining the election and outcome were dubious and possibly corrupt.  A return to civility and common decency among politicians will likely prevent another national election of the biggest-and-baddest ever again.
 
Number 9
But 2019 holds promise for mankind as a review of past final decade years have shown:
 
1909—The NAACP (National Association for the Advancement of Colored People) founded by mostly white Americans appalled by routine lynching of black Americans;
1919—The League of Nations formed, later to be reconstituted as the United Nations, to prevent future world wars and political and economic catastrophes;
1929—The stock market crash, though ushering in the Great Depression, would lead to a New Deal president with innovative and far-reaching public projects putting Americans back to work as well as setting controls on the banking industry while federally insuring depositors;
1939—World War II officially begins along with the ultra secretive Manhattan Project that would eventually ensure world dominance of the United States at the cost of our vigilance to prevent a future nuclear war;
1949—Communism takes brutal control in China while ironically novelist George Orwell publishes his foreboding political satire Nineteen Eighty Four, which depicts the real story of life within a country of thought control, word removal, surveillance cameras, and on-cue weeping by devotees of Big Brother;
1959—The Twilight Zone begins airing nationwide, each black-and-white episode probing the human imagination with godly or godless wonder but mostly bringing to life the deepest darkest fears of America’s post-war generation not to mention the little Baby Boomers watching each week beside their parents;
1969—THE most important moment in human history, televised by computer technology, the world witnessing three brave American astronauts landing then walking on the moon, an incredulous feat boosting American pride despite hostility and division while leaving most feeling insignificant when viewing Earth from outer space;
1979—Middle East politics, culture and religion force themselves permanently into the everyday psyche of a previously oblivious free-wheeling, car-loving, get-up-and-go American society;
1989—The fall of the Berlin Wall meant Western culture and capitalism ‘beat’ the propped-up utopia promised but never realized for decades among citizens forced to live behind the Iron Curtain of the Union of the Soviet Socialist Republics;
1999—The Columbine High School shooting massacre, along with a Fort Worth church shooting at a teen service, indicated a horrific rift in American mentality when it comes to guns, gun rights, constitutional liberty, violent imagery portrayed in video games and movies, and mental illness—all of which to this day remain unresolved and incomprehensible yet politically strengthened, divisive and socially ruinous as ever an issue faced by Americans;
2009—The first African-American elected President of the United States, Barack Obama remained calm, cool and collected in every crisis and political battle, often resolved by the U.S. Supreme Court as Congress refused to practice diplomacy during his two terms in office.     
 
21st century teens
Highlights of this decade could be: Obamacare; Russia playing Americans via social media; Curiosity Rover on Mars; Lance Armstrong; Bill Cosby; Ebola; ISIS; Black Lives Matter; same-sex marriage; the Trump presidential campaign and election; Hillary Clinton, first woman to run by a major party for U.S. president; Brexit, indicating all’s not well in globalism; Me Too; NFL players kneeling during the National Anthem; removal of Confederate statues; Unite the Right rally chant “Jews will not replace us”; and the deadly opioid crisis.
 
ISIS terrorist attacks continued worldwide and at home, from the office of a French satirical publication to the Boston Marathon; from a Paris football stadium, restaurants and rock concert to a San Bernardino Christmas party and an Orlando nightclub.
 
But a review of the past nine years in America shows increased deadly mass shootings that left hundreds dead and many more wounded, physically and emotionally:
2011: at a political rally; 
2012: at a movie theater and then at an elementary school;
2015: at an African-American church;
2016: at a nightclub in Orlando;
2017: at a Baptist church and then at a country show in Las Vegas.
 
What will be the memorable history of 2018?  Probably more mass shootings like the one at a Florida high school.  But that time youth found the wherewithal to create a movement of their own, one for the nation really, those of us sick and tired of legislators sitting on their butts and unwilling to do something to prevent mass shooting murder sprees.  The first Never Again rally brought marches in every state as well as sympathizing nations.  One march was in New York City where none other than Paul McCartney was spotted marching with the crowd.  Asked why he was participating, his answer was simple as he explained he, too, has been impacted by gun violence, recalling a dear friend shot to death.
 
Yet school shooting massacres didn’t stop as somehow we were surprised with the same story from the small Texas town of Santa Fe.  Mass shootings continued nationwide with reporters killed inside the newsroom of The Capital in Maryland, youth at a gamer tournament, Jews at a synagogue, and young adults at a California bar. 
 
If there is an optimistic capper for the Teen decade of the 21st century, 2019 would produce meaningful gun legislation and election security to ensure the sanctity of our democratic process.  As for the nation’s citizens, a return to public civility in tongue, tone, tweet and email would go a long way in restoring American trust in our fellow Americans regardless of political beliefs and affiliations.  We can vote for whomever we want. Remember?

Along the same lines, Americans say they don’t know who to trust when it comes to the news, referring to online and cable TV products. For that matter, Americans aren’t that concerned when journalists are shot in newsrooms or hacked to death by order of a national leader, one who does not support free speech or a free press.  A 21st century American president who refers to the media as the ‘enemy of the people’ along with national apathy toward journalism and journalists is the most incredible and detrimental development to come out of the 20teens, in my opinion.  As adolescents are prone to think they know everything already, perhaps the forthcoming decade will bring maturity and the serious mindful responsible actions of a grown-up.

Twelve daze of Trumpmess

On the first day of Trumpmess, our country came to see

a federal inquiry!

On the second day of Trumpmess, our country came to see

two hushed honeys and a federal inquiry!

On the third day of Trumpmess, our country came to see

three years for fixin’, two hushed honeys

and a federal inquiry!

On the fourth day of Trumpmess, our country came to see

4 a.m. tweeting, three years for fixin’, two hushed honeys

and a federal inquiry!

On the fifth day of Trumpmess, our country came to see

five plea deals!

4 a.m. tweets, three prison years, two hushed honeys

and a federal inquiry!

On the sixth day of Trumpmess, our country came to see

six sneaky staffers,

five plea deals!

4 a.m. tweets, three prison years, two hushed honeys

and a federal inquiry!

On the seventh day of Trumpmess, our country came to see

seven Russian theories, six sneaky staffers,

five plea deals!

4 a.m. tweets, three prison years, two hushed honeys

and a federal inquiry!

On the eighth day of Trumpmess, our country came to see

eight victory rallies, seven Russian theories, six sneaky staffers,

five plea deals!

4 a.m. tweets, three prison years, two hushed honeys

and a federal inquiry!

On the ninth day of Trumpmess, our country came to see

nine DNC hackers, eight victory rallies, seven Russian theories,

six sneaky staffers,

five plea deals!

4 a.m. tweets, three prison years, two hushed honeys

and a federal inquiry!

On the tenth day of Trumpmess, our country came to see

ten legal experts, nine DNC hackers, eight victory rallies,

seven Russian theories, six sneaky staffers,

five plea deals!

4 a.m. tweets, three prison years, two hushed honeys

and a federal inquiry!

On the eleventh day of Trumpmess, our country came to see

11 a.m. work days, ten legal experts, nine DNC hackers,

eight victory rallies,seven Russian theories, six sneaky staffers,

five plea deals!

4 a.m. tweets, three prison years, two hushed honeys

and a federal inquiry!

On the twelfth day of Trumpmess, our country came to see

twelve meddlin’ Russians, 11 a.m. work days, ten legal experts,

nine DNC hackers, eight victory rallies, seven Russian theories,

six sneaky staffers,

five plea deals!

4 a.m. tweets, three prison years, two hushed honeys …

and a federal inquiry!! 

A little Christmas brings time to reflect, remember and rejoice

Ours will be a little Christmas this year.  No big deal.  No winter vacation.  No decking the halls with Christmas memorabilia as in years past.  No expensive presents or major gifts (that I know of, tee!).   No, my husband and dogs and I will have to be content sharing love and appreciation and maybe a hot toddy.  The Christmas lack, merchandise-wise, is due to me … still waiting to hear back from our federal government.  Remember around Easter/Passover when I blogged about starting a new nonprofit to advocate for journalism and journalists?  That’s my one and only attempt at starting a business and relying on final approval from our government, as my work will be not-profit driven, just a passionate cause.

As for spreading yuletide cheer, I’ll spend a few dollars on small gifties.  I won’t say exactly what, just in case a recipient is reading.  But suffice it to say, my contributions this year will be stocking stuffers.

But oh how I’ve enjoyed some wonderful Christmases past!  My earliest memories are sealed in black-and-white snapshots: of artificial Christmas trees, green or white, decorated with fragile bulbs of electric red, yellow, blue and green.  And each day coming home from elementary school to find another huge box wrapped in red paper with Santas and reindeer or wreaths.  Inside may have been a girl’s vanity dressing table or a psychedelic-designed record player or a new doll like Velvet.  My parents spared no expense on the holiday, so it seemed.  But actually my sibling and I were learning some valuable lessons.  In those days my father worked at Sears and had a big employee discount.  So he allowed us to pick anything we wanted from the annual Wishbook up to $50 each.  We didn’t know about taxes but often would pick toys totaling right up to $49.99, never daring to go over $50.  It really was generous of Dad.

During the ’70s I usually chose the latest Barbie dolls, clothes and accessories.  My entire collection is from the closets of TV’s Mary Richards and Rhoda Morgenstern.  One year Santa gave me something I did not order: a Barbie Karosel Kitchen.  It ran on large batteries that needed frequent replacement, but it contained six sections, one with a laundry machine, next a clothes dryer, a kitchen sink, dishwasher, oven, and refrigerator.  You’d press a button to turn the red Karosel and press another button for sounds resembling cleaning, washing or cooking.  It was kinda strange, especially since I didn’t ask for it.  Why would a kid want to spend time with Barbie pretending to do chores?

It took a couple of years for me to find Barbie clothes in the Wishbook.  But I ended up with lots of fashions like assorted boots and heels, large round pastel eyewear, all to go with miniskirts and maxi dresses of the era.  I ordered a Barbie car, an orange two-seat convertible; a tent with sleeping bags and tiny outdoor cooking gear; and my most cherished present a Barbie sleep-and-keep case.  The case stored two Barbies, but I squeezed in my Ken dolls, too, and a pile of clothes and grooming accessories.  One side allowed for a pull-down bed—a tribute to the ’70s with wall art like Love and the peace sign and a groovy flowery bedspread of bright orange and hot pink.

The Christmas blog

Of all my childhood preteen memories, Christmas 1973 is the most important.  It was the year my parents surprised me with the most enormous and heavy present too big to fit under the Christmas tree.  I had no idea what it could be as it sat there a couple of weeks tagged with my name.  So when the unwrapping arrived, I found this humongous gift was a real stereo system complete with two large separate speakers and a turntable/FM AM radio/8-track player encased in a faux brown wood compartment, placed above a rack for my growing record collection.  It was the gift I never knew I wanted.

My parents, however, had an ulterior motive in providing me such an expensive and totally unexpected present.  For a couple of years, I had a habit of taking over their stereo console in the den, turning their country radio stations to rock and listening to my records on their grand system instead of my little kid record player.  I was of an age where I could distinguish the audible nuances between a record player and a stereo.  I was 11.  So they set me up with a stereo system popular with teens and young adults.  Wow!  They just wanted me to listen to the music I liked in my bedroom.  Guess they tired of hearing Grand Funk’s We’re an American Band over and over and over again.  I didn’t realize it back then, but that gift made such a life-altering impact as I grew into a serious music lover.  Too, I realized I had to be mature handling a real stereo system.  For a couple of years I wouldn’t allow my friends to touch it.

By the end of the ’70s, Christmas was getting to be a drag.  I was old enough to realize how much things cost, no longer able to give my friends individual gifts anymore.  By the time I was 18, our family didn’t even put up a tree let alone bother with wrapping gifts.  Still, unexpectedly my mother got me a large cylinder basket and matching rattan chair from Pier 1.  She knew I loved hanging out at that store, soaking up its exotic Eastern world allure.  I walked into my bedroom after work one night, turned on the light, and there were the furnishings made in India or some place, awaiting my delight and appropriate thankfulness.

It’s not that I’m depressed this year, but Christmas is a time of massive amounts of stuff including food that just makes us all fat and fatter.  It is extremely hard to have Christmas in moderation, isn’t it?  But when money is sparse, that’s how it has to be.  My parents always recalled their impoverished Depression-era childhood Christmases, when the gift would be hair supplies, socks, and if lucky assorted nuts still in their shells and an orange.  Just the smell of an orange brings back Christmas memories, my folks say year round.  Not for me.  It’s the smell of Scotch tape!  The connection must be from wrapping gifts during the holidays.

This year I am not pulling out the Christmas boxes and displaying all the seasonal collections around the house.  I did splurge on purchasing one new Christmas decoration: a replica of a mid-century white porcelain Christmas tree with tiny multi-colored plastic bulbs.  It operates on batteries and has a four-hour timer.  Our house was built in 1946, and I had seen the original tree décor at antique shops.  So I knew it would fit the past Christmases spent by the previous family of our home.  That lone colorful white Christmas tree, placed on a table, is enough to celebrate the season, that plus the wreath on the front door.  And for the first time, I’m not mailing Christmas cards.  Sorry ya’ll.  I’ll create some festive image and season’s greeting on the computer and mass email to friends and family.

More importantly is not to forget what we’re celebrating along with the birth of Christ and the beginning of a new world religion if not an optimistic worldview—based on forgiveness and love for all mankind.  Winter solstice, an ancient celebration of earth and the changing season, occurs around the same time as Christmas, and it is no coincidence.  It doesn’t matter when Christ was born, but the timing in December wraps up, so to speak, a holy day of respect and recognition of our home planet and our family: of cold and warmth, bitter and sweet, past and present, concern and comfort.  Christmas is what we make it, for ourselves and for others.  So happy holidaze everyone this year!  Let us be merry and bright and full of good cheer!