***The Roots Is The
Toots- The Music That Got Them Through The Great Depression And World War II…
…she
had not been home, back to her hometown, since he passed away. Passed away
after some kind of hellish battle against the war wounds incurred in the Anzio
beach landing where from all accounts he had acquitted himself with honor.
Acquitted himself after he had spent some wasted time kicking and screaming
about ho w he should have been deferred since he had been an expert welder and then
when his number came up had grouse his way through basic training before being
shipped oversea. Passed away just after he had sent for her to come down to
Walter Reed to be near him in his time of trial. It was only after he passed on
that she realized that he had sent for her knowing that he was mortally wounded
and that the hospital visits would be their last stance together. She smiled at
that thought. And smiled a more forced smile now that she was back home, back
to their young love hometown, to honor his last request that she go by and
throw a kiss to all of their “spots.”
Since
those spots were close together, within longish walking distance, she decided
to do the whole thing in one trip to ease the pain of several separate trips
that she might not be able to cope with. Might not be able to toss those
painful kisses once she got her hurting habits on and would betray her love. So
there she stood before her first stop, the old high school, old blessed North
Adamsville High. Now that that war was over a busy beehive of kid activity once
again, and the scene of their first encounter senior year when he popped into
her life after they danced and danced at the Fall Frolic and became an “item”,
no, “the item” of the senior year. Scene too of many a Monday morning in the
girls’ “lav” talking with her brethren classmates about what did or did not
happen that previous weekend among the tribe (and all lying like crazy either
because they had said they had “done it” when they hadn’t or hadn’t when they
had). He and she had but she lied, lied like crazy because she was very
concerned about her reputation, or that her parents, strict Baptists full of
fire and brimstone, might get wind of that information and crush their young
love.
As
she passed the far end of the building she blew a kiss over her shoulder on her
way to Adamsville Beach about a mile down the road to a scene of many a weekend
tryst. He would get his father’s car and they would go down to the far end, the
lovers’ lane end, Squaw Rock, and steam
up the windshield with their kisses (and other acts but you know what she
meant, that “doing it” part that she lied about on Monday morning girls’ “lav” talk
time). After she passed their spot on the beach watching several young mothers,
kids in tow, complete with picnic basket and beach toys meandering down to the low-tide
shoreline she shed a tear knowing that she would never have his child, maybe
anyone’s child the way she felt just then. Although he told her, made her
promise, just before the end to go and live a happy full life, to do that for
him.
She
then walked about a mile along the seawall up to Elm Street and after a short rest
on the beach-side seawall to Doc’s, Doc’s Drugstore, the first place
that she knew she loved him after they had blown the crowd at Doc’s away with
their jitter-bugging, Benny, Tommy, Jimmy, Les, Duke, stuff. Doc’s was the hang-out for all the Jacks and
Jills after school (and weekends) because he had the best jukebox in town, and
a soda fountain for the hungry and thirsty. Another blown kiss as she could
hear some Andrews Sisters song bellowing out into the street just then. Then on
to their final spot, or rather his, his corner boy spot, Salducci’s Diner,
where only girls that guys were serious about were allowed to hang with a guy’s
corner boys. She crossed the street just before she came upon the store-front because
she could see the next generation of corner boys with their serious girls
hanging in front and she did not think she could make it pass that scene
without breaking down. Blew that last kiss from across the street and done. She
was glad after all the trauma of the past few hours that she had done the task
in one trip. Now she just had to go and have a happy full life, for him…
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