Here’s Lookin’ at You, Pardner!

john wayneAugust is my sister’s month. As soon as August comes around, I think of my dear Peggy. She was born on August 26. She is gone now, but memories — thank God for memories — keep her alive in my heart.

I’ve been practicing race walking. The form one must perfect is quite odd, really, and I’m sure when people see you race walking they question if you’re “ok”. I call it the John Wayne walk. Anyone who is 60-something knows what I’m talking about, and that reminds me of Peggy.

So, it’s 1950-something and Peggy and I enjoyed putting on skits for mom and dad. Typically these grand shows would occur in the living room, after dinner, homework done. On this particular eve, we decided to be cowboys and mimic one of those scenes where the two make their way to the saloon and belly up to the bar (kitchen counter). Well, Peggy had the John Wayne walk mastered. Both arms held out in front of her, she swaggered in, cowboy hat perched in a cockeyed fashion on her head, mumbling something John Wayne-ish, like “I’m gonna rope every calf, cow, steer in the corral…”.

We greeted each other at the “bar” and I said to the imaginary bar tender, “We’ll have two whiskeys, bar keep!” in my deep, cowboy voice. “John Wayne” runs behind the counter and puts two shot glasses up on the bar (jelly glasses that mom got free from the gas station!) and fills them with root beer, and runs back to the other side of the bar.

“Here’s looking at you, pardner!” I said, as I raised my glass in John’s direction. “Here’s lookin’ at you, pardner!” John bellowed. And at that, we raised our glasses and slugged our shots down. With one exception. As I raised my glass , I completely missed my mouth and root beer flew all over my face!

I can still hear mom and dad laughing. Dad slapped his knee and let out a hoot, and John Wayne and I laughed til the cows came home!

Here’s lookin’ at you pardner!

 

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About susansplace

Widowed in 2012, I am a mother and grandmother. Born in San Francisco, I now live in the town I grew up in: Mill Valley, California. I love nature photography. Just an amateur but that's OK! My goal: world peace. Got any ideas?
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6 Responses to Here’s Lookin’ at You, Pardner!

  1. Jan Raffety says:

    So glad you are back in the saddle with your blogs again. This was a good one and made me chuckle.

    Jan R.

  2. Marina Smith says:

    Yes….your stories have been missed, Sue!!! Your “memories” touch all of us and, for me personally, it nudges my brain to remember stories with my sis.

  3. susansplace says:

    Yay, so good to hear your voice! Or at least, “see” your voice! Yes, I’m trying very hard to work on memories, make them happy and try not to dwell too much on the sad. It’s hard work, but somebody’s got to do it!

  4. Bev Swain says:

    And thank you, Sue, for those memories of my Sparky (and her sis!!)…. I’m STILL trying to figure out how someone is here one minute and gone the next… I KNOW!! It’s all a dream, right??!!

  5. bodyworkspt says:

    This is awesome!

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