I think it was in the second year of college at Bucknell, when we had a student on our dorm floor named Gordy. It was the first ever experience of narcolepsy I had experienced. When Gordy was out, asleep, he was REally out. Gordon went by Gordy and he was a friendly sort of sophomore. He had a problem for sure. Shortly after the onset of classroom visits, he was not able to make them on time. He begged us to wake him. We tried ice, we nudged him, knocked on him…pulled his eyelids open, and rarely would it awaken him.
We discovered (I don’t remember how), that Gordy couldn’t swim and was afraid of water. With all the previous methods, we found that having him waken without hurting himself was a problem, and splashing his face with water and screamind “Swim Gordy swim”…usually did the job; but his thrashing in bed as his efforts to prevent drowning ended with lots of scratches and usually a bit of blood. Some took terrible incidents with him and the two that I remember the most…was carrying his bed down two flights of stairs and out into the middle of the quad, (an area which was a square walkway of paths with shortcuts from the angles.) And he woke up in the quad on his bed, with his pajamas on and almost a foot of snow on the ground. They did the same style with him somehow waking up on the 50 yard line in the football arena, but with way fewer witnesses. I lost track of him and still wonder what became of him.
I am (was) very heavily into water things. At age 16, I went to a Red Cross week long swimming camp. First year, get water safety and senior lifeguard certifications. Next year, get Water Safety Instructor Certification, 3rd year Small Craft Safety certification AND…water ballet. I had never heard of males doing water ballet, but it sure gave me help on holding my breath. I can’t remember the number of pupils there were, but like 3 cabins for men and 3 for women and pretty even numbers, and then naturally, contests between all. Like joining the polar bear tribe, getting up at 6 and going to the dock which was on a small lake. We would sit on the end of the doc and at the whistle we would drop to the bottom on one breath, exhaling thru the entire underwater portion…push off the bottom and be out of the water long enough to inhale a deep breath (in one motion), then a deep pull with the hands and arms to propel us to the bottom to repeat the cycle…and the water was 20 ft deep. My personal record of breath holding (which really isn’t very good) is 3 1/2 minutes. In water ballet…we would have two people on the surface with one holding the other with his feet at the jawline of the second, and this process went all the way to a circle with only 2 on the surface at one time, so, grab a big breath, scull like crazy in make the circle move. Great fun, and Great challenge. But then there’s Scuba and a whole other aspect of my water experience.
There is a religion…Presbyterian (I’m told), that believe in predestination. So, if you hear a smattering of that thru your life and get thoughts of “am I here for a reason”, or something of that idea, then you wonder why I was born at this particular segment of time…as time has no boundaries (so far). Was I born to witness the end of a planet, or to end all life on this planet etc. NK is psychotic weird and Trump is easily ruffled. Just NOW…NK has launched another large missile. I’m sitting right at this moment in time…to see if this is IT. WOW. Wonder, if I took pix…someone (maybe even you or me) will see them in the future…or even…the past. Nope…no weed or drugs on board.
I had a most unusual experience a day ago. We took Mary’s friends 5 yr old to a zoo. There are zoos around here in the country that are mostly for the ….can’t think of the proper word…continuation of the health of the species. In essence breeding programs for a few animals from around the world. There’s one in Limestone TN, and this one near Gate City Va. The Limestone one had more spider monkeys than I’ve ever seen in one place. Sorry, I can’t remember what all was their breeding program. There were a bunch of different species of spider monkeys at the Va zoo, and for that same reason. Of special note was Bactrian Camels, the two hump kind. Now I’ve seen them before but I can only remember them from TV shows. They were discussed on an Animal Planet show and it showed a short segment of them breeding. Talk about weird. They mate with the female down on the ground with the male in what I can only describe as a dinosaur in action. Really weird. So, I got within 5 feet of a male recently and for the first time heard their sound. I have Never heard such a sound before. Low, rumbling, reverberation and Long interval. Last time I experienced that kind of sound was at the launch of a space shuttle. Then….he made chirping sounds that were like a bird chirp but loud. At my age, my ability to localize/locate by sound is lost so it took a while for me to realize it was coming from him. I MUST go back for that experience. I called the zoo back today to ask if they were in a breeding program and yes…he had mated with all 3 of the females they have. About 14 months is the gestation period. No, they refused to let me be there for delivery photos. sigh Now I wonder how I can get thru.
It’s just a rerun of some that I have vivid memorys of. Now at 79, my memory is getting so bad I can barely keep a conversation. This one is in text so it’s easy.
First language is French. Ok…time for 2 long stories. When I was a sophmore in collage, there was a French foreign exchange student come to Bucknell. He roomed about 3 rooms away from me, but we started a wonderful relationship…each of us with a language dictionary. By the end of that year, I could “get by”, in French. He was such fun to be around and we had lots of laughs. He disappeared back to France, Paris, and I lost track of him. Then Bucknell denied he was there. ?? I never understood that.
Then…I took the required language for Pre-Med. I chose French for obvious reason…and it comprised`simply of changing a scientific book from French to English…was only about 3 eights of an inch thick. Silly, but it was a challenge. Then came the final exam. I went to the classroom to take the test and it was empty. So I went to the Profs office and found that the text was given yesterday. OUCH. But we were friends and he recognized my mistake so gave me the exam right then and there. Ha…the test was to answer…in French….a snail goes up a clothesline pole an he goes back down by circling the pole 3 times. How many times did he cross the slime trail. 🙂 A wonderful experience.
And then…the story of Spanish.
I had the opportunity to go to Ecuador twice about 45 yrs ago. Now, I am a little suburb type boy from the country…so I’m almost “country”. When we were little boys, we played cowboys and indians. Of course our knowledge of Indians was pretty limited. Hiawatha, Geronimo,Sitting Bull, and Tonto, etc…VERY few indian names. (Oddly, my home was 3 miles from the center of the Seneca nation). So, we are driving along a mountain road around Quito when we spotted a man with a Huge bundle on his back. My friend (who got me there), pulled over intent to buy some woolen goods. Way cool!! And here I am rapidly thrashing thru an English/Spanish dictionary…when I came to a word on the top right of the page…TONTO. I never knew ALL THOSE YEARS….that The Lone Ranger, was calling him Dummy! I was really Shocked! Still can’t get over it.