TIME MARCHES ON

Time Marches On.  Remember those news reels that were shown between screenings of the feature at the “picture show” back when? Along with the cartoon and previews? It was in a Time Marches On segment at the Royal Theatre on Main Street in Gainesville, Georgia, that I first saw the horrors of the concentration camps when I was a little girl. There was no television. People listened to the news on the radio. But, at the picture show, Time Marches On had pictures. I can still see the pictures in my mind’s eye of piles of bodies and bones. I can still feel my shock and difficulty believing what I was seeing. That memory is in my mind today. Not sure why.

Time Marches On. Time to go. Time to leave this apartment for the new. For the record, I have adored the condo I am leaving. It has been a good home for two years, one of them with the love of my life – Steve. Steve is gone. I am going on Monday. The condo has sold. I will miss the view of the Observatory and the hills of Nice.  I will miss the kitchen where Steve cooked a lot of pasta, meatballs, and “gravy”. I will miss the big tub in the bathroom where I would take long, hot baths. I will miss my office, Steve’s office, the uncomfortable sofa we both grew to love. I will miss our bed. Remember the musical I Do, I Do with Mary Martin singing, “This has been a very good bed….”.  

Time Marches On.

Best, Jay