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| Celebrating 65 years of life and still going |
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We went on a coach,
not on a mini or cinquecento
as we have done in the past. |
On Saturday 19th October, a group of the
class of 1948 rounded up the surviving alumni in Sarmede, a village not far
from Venice, took a coach and went to a restaurant in Caorle, also in the
Venetian area- There was just a wall to separate the beach from the car-park.
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There restaurant
was next to the sea |
The restaurant was called “La Ritrovata” and
specialized in fish- we were served about 15 dishes of varieties of fish- but
not knowing an oyster from a shrimp, it’s useless asking me what each was
called; however you can make a calculated guess from the pictures.
It seemed so odd to have lived so long and still be
here- painted lips and rosy cheeks, silver sequins on black dresses- to tell
the tale. If I remember right, our grandmas and even mums, at 65 seemed to have
had a foot in the grave or at any rate, retired indefinitely from the public
scene, in other words, they were seen no more.
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| Hummm... your guess is as good as mine |
But here we are, for better or for worse, the baby boomers
of the late forties; the ones who managed to survive the hot-sex of the
sixties, the mods and rockers, the mini-skirt, the maxi and anything in between;
the first to wear bikinis or go top-less; the ones who saw man walk on the
moon, the fall of the Berlin Wall, hurricanes earthquakes and tidal waves,
American President Kennedy assassinated, a Pope retires while the Queen of
England celebrates her 50 years of unchallenged reign; the ones who have been
jobless, homeless, seen wars in every continent, homicide of all kinds and
endures a recession that never seems to end. Yes we, the class of ’48 survived
it all... We who started with a manual Olivetti typewriter, black and white
television are now internet nerds, prominent on facebook, twitter, Google + and
anything else that runs on the wire.
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| The guy next to me said- Are we now the new 35 years old? |
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The waiter was not of our class
he was way behind |
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| There's also a time for the roses |
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| The owner with the strong stuff |
Yes, we are still here, to eat sophisticated fish dishes,
where once fish and chips wrapped in newspaper from the local chippy was good
enough for us. So. long live the class of ’48, and not only- long live the Baby
Boomers and the Old Folks- for it is they who have the most tasty tales to tell,
as they are seasoned by time.
And yes, it's true... it is never too late to be young!
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| Hum- wonder if I can tackle this |
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What? Lobster? In our days it was fish & chips
wrapped in newspaper. |
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| And a time for kisses |
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Time for another Toast
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