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CAT Tracks for September 28, 2014
'LIVING IN INTERESTING TIMES' |
A loyal reader of CAT Tracks wrote that the lady who authored the posts looked too young to be remembering what she did about growing up in Cairo.
I ventured that some people simply have a knack for remembering their youth...
...whereas others, like myself, don't.
Rather than leaving it alone, the reader inquired as to whether I remembered Shirley's Lewis Brother's Grocery Store. I admitted that although I probably should, that I didn't, but that that didn't surprise me much because I had forgotten a whole lot more retail establishments of a decade later (in that I "grew up" in the late 40s and 50s rather than Shirley's specified period.)
Anyway...
...the persistent questioning did jog my memory in a sense.
It prompted me to dig out my CHS yearbooks again...
...with special attention to the "THANKS, MERCHANTS OF CAIRO" section that closed each edition.
The oldest Egypti that I have is from 1961 (when I was a Sophomore.)
Let's go shopping...
CAT Tracks Editor's Note:
Well...
...how many merchants did you remember?
Forget?
BTW: It should be noted that these are the merchants who purchased ads. If memory serves, there were more...many, many more, including a of plethora of "mom and pop" establishments dotting the various neighborhoods.
Gotta close this trip down memory lane with an obvious song selection:
Mem'ries,
Light the corners of my mind
Misty water-colored memories
Of the way we were
Scattered pictures,
Of the smiles we left behind
Smiles we gave to one another
For the way we were
Can it be that it was all so simple then?
Or has time re-written every line?
If we had the chance to do it all again
Tell me, would we? Could we?
Mem'ries, may be beautiful and yet
What's too painful to remember
We simply choose to forget
So it's the laughter
We will remember
Whenever we remember...
The way we were...
The way we were...
FOOTNOTE:
The 60s...
...long before political correctness was born.
In leafing through those pages from 53 years ago (sigh), I stumbled over a skeleton in my closet...
...as a participant in blatant sexism.
Albeit, in my defense, the caption was attributed to my partner in crime...
...and surely written by the editors of the Egypti, long after the picture of the innocent participants was taken.
My story and I'm sticking to it...