A friend recently sent me an old song sung by George Burns with the lyrics, I wish I were eighteen again, and going somewhere that I’ve never been. It was cute but the more I thought about it, it didn’t seem like a totally good idea.
At eighteen I worked as a Medical Secretary (I guess they have fancier titles than that now) at a children’s hospital near Notre Dame University, Indiana, and had a ring on my finger. I married at nineteen and by 25, we were blessed with two daughters. Since they were healthy and we were ecstatic parents, I wouldn’t want to mess that up.
My youngest has been editing miles and miles of old movies of family camping trips and Girl Scout activities through at least 1976. She said, Mom, we had a really good life. I would have to agree with that. We have some great memories from their growing up years. Sprouting the usual bumps in the road, those years were probably smoother than most, and the girls turned out right nice. I certainly wouldn’t want to relive their teenage years and take the chance of messing it up the second time around.
The pain for all of us saying goodbye to their father and my husband when he was only 47, I wouldn’t mind eliminating. But, maybe things wouldn’t be the same if we hadn’t lived that life. Jack was tall, dark, handsome, strong, and he was more all ours than any other husband and father I know. Maybe if I wished all that away and instead we got a husband and father destined to live to old age, he would have been short, fat, weak, and ornery. Maybe he would have been a poor provider who beat us and did not help us make those immeasurably happy memories. I’d rather not mess with that scenario either.
Fast forward four more years when I took off on the road as a full-time solo RVer for twenty years. Yes, if I could reverse a couple of choices or make better decisions over those years, maybe I wouldn’t feel as stuck as I feel at this moment, but would I want to give up all those amazing adventures RVing/traveling throughout the North American Continent? Not on your Sweet Bippy. And would I take the chance, that going back in time might alter the fact that I require only a couple of pills and have great health. No way.
So,I wish I were eighteen again, and going somewhere that I”ve never been? Eighteen was a delightful age, but I hanker to go back there again, not so much. And who knows, maybe God still has plans to take me somewhere that I’ve never been. (Hmmm, I hope it isn’t hot!) God Bless until next week.
Thanks to Norm Wilson who posted a comment 1-28-13: Would it surprise you if I said I agree that we spend way too much on fluff stuff but unfortunately, those with the power to do something about it, never ask my opinion. Can you imagine? In the meantime, I enjoyed the pageantry. And if the government had been spending that time on business, they would have only wasted the day bickering as usual. And any man, though he is president, has many barriers to the good things he might accomplish, as in lobbyists, big banks, oil companies, etc., etc., etc, and don’t forget Congress!
As far as RVers, traveling, and the costs, take your trips in increments, stay longer, and see everything within a certain radius by car before moving on. Say hello to all those exciting places for me.
At 45, Widow Minshall began 20 years of solo full-time RVing throughout Alaska, Mexico, and Canada. Sharlene canoed the Yukon, mushed sled dogs, worked a dude ranch, visited Hudson Bay polar bears, and lived six months on a Mexican beach. She lectured at Life on Wheels, published six RV-related books and wrote a novel, “Winter in the Wilderness.”