Introducing my Show and Tell from my small office in Pearl River, NY, Marilyn Fredericks shown here at age 80 tap dancing her way into every one’s heart, 300 strong in the audience at the Drury Lane, Chicago two years ago. My best friend, we met at Purdue, won the Silver Medal in the Senior Idol Talent Program.
Back up to memory lane where we formed a 4 girl dance program wearing black satin shorts and white satin full sleeved blouses. Hot stuff. Performing at Saturday night gigs around Indiana. Musicals: Rio Rita, Vagabond King. A whirlwind time for two girls from Chicago.We majored in football players, notably Pete Barbolak of the Pittsburgh Steelers, Moose Skowron Yankees,and Abe Gibron, Chicago Bears.
Marilyn was maid of honor when I married my pilot. Later we introduced her to a close fraternity friend of my brother. Eddie Friedman, one of the best guys I’ve ever met, a hero in World War II, flew 19 combat missions, received 3 Oak Leaf clusters and recommended for the Distinguished Flying Cross.
They fell in love and married a year later to find he had Multiple Sclerosis, first symptoms displayed while in service to our country. I was matron of honor at the wedding. Marilyn cared for their baby girl JoMarie, and Eddie for four years at home until he spent the next eight years in Veteran’s Hospital in Chicago. Daughter JoMarie grew up to make her daddy proud with a BA/MA/JD and Master’s of Law is Deputy Chief Counsel for Rotary International.
Marilyn remains a wonder; choreographing cotillions, beauty pageants and Italian folk dances yearly plus teaching dance. Tap, ballroom,Latin,Line, jitterbug–anyone? anytime.
My Show and Tell is just about finished for today. Can you feel the pride, love and friendship that has lasted since the forties when we were seventeen and here we are in 2013. YIPPEE!
What’s your Show and Tell?
As for myself, I write Survive and Thrive books where friendship plays a big part. In Starting Over, Emily Kendrick is with her three closest friends in a hot tub. excerpt:
“Emily sat alone in the hot water, steam rose all around her. Her hand waved through a wisp of steam. The door opened, the wisps danced and settled in the disturbed air. Time for a chat with women she’d known since childhood. Margaret, Jesse, and Shelly eased into the water and surrounded Emily, the hub of the wheel in this circle of friends. Jesse set the timer for twenty minutes. Bubbles sprang into action, strategically placed jets pulsed and brought comfort to aches and pains. Her friends waited.
“When Larry died suddenly,” Emily spoke in a soft steady voice, “I should’ve left well enough alone. A happy marriage of thirty years is almost more than a person could ask for. Should’ve, would’ve, could’ve.” The women leaned toward Emily to hear every word over the noise of the pool. “So I meet this man, great on the exterior, damaged on the interior where it doesn’t show, like day old bread or seconds you can buy for less at a discount store. But who’s to know? That’s a rhetorical question. No answer required.” She smiled. Her friends nodded. “I want companionship, he’s starved for love. And the sex is incredible. He’s a walking hard-on.” In spite of themselves, everyone broke-up except Emily. “Our time together is one long orgasm.” She glanced at her friends. “Do you know what I mean?”
No one did.
“So we get married and before too long, I’m learning martial arts. And loving it. He wants me to learn how to protect myself and now I believe I can.” Surprised looks from the women. “Yes, I now have an orange belt and continue to work on my skills.” She talked faster and faster. “He installs a fancy burglar alarm system that makes my house on the beach as safe as the White House and I don’t see my buddies too often because he keeps me so busy.” She paused for a breath as her train of thought peaked at the top of a mountain and hurtled down without stop. She’s barely visible; they’re all barely visible in the heat and steam from the pulsing whirlpool as the timer moved on.
“And when I accuse him of controlling me, he’s distraught, begs my forgiveness, promises to stop— how did he put it?” She searched for his words in the mist. “Yes. He’ll stop looking in his rearview mirror before he loses what’s right in front of him. Nice, huh? So I forgive him and we go for a run early one morning and I run very fast and he lags behind. Suddenly a stranger appears, almost touches me, Pat’s not around, I think he’s way back but when I turn, he’s nowhere in sight. So I run and run…and find him in the water. Dead. Killed by hit and run, the man cops are searching for as we speak. I’m a widow again.”
The timer clicked off, the bubbles slowed and disappeared. The steam dissipated.
“And that’s what happened.”
Emily was dry-eyed. Tears streamed down the faces of her friends. Her voice steady as she finished, Emily said, “I never should’ve let him into my life.” “Now who’s looking in the rear view mirror?” Jesse said.
“One more thing. Did you love him?” Shelly said. Emily didn’t miss a beat. “Yes, oh yes.” Margaret wrapped up in a towel and wiped her eyes. “One long orgasm?”
The mood was broken.
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