Interestingly enough, the TV show "Lost in Space" aired from 1965 to 1968, almost perfectly coinciding with the years on North George Mason Drive.
TIME PASSES, PEOPLE WE MEET COME AND GO (reminiscent of a line from “The Wizard of Oz”), SOME MEMORIES REMAIN AS OTHERS FADE AWAY...
Junior high school takes place at the beginning of our teenage years. Personally, this was a time when real memories began to form. It was also a time of invincibility, peer pressure, desires to “fit in”, vanity, uncertainty, worry, angst, and sometimes just complete disorder and confusion. This was the beginning of the makings of who I have become.
Seems like most of the people we meet in our lives are "just visitors" on the journey of aging. We can't control who stays or who leaves. Thinking back, I met a great number of people during these five years in Arlington. There are, most likely, hundreds of words that could be used to describe them. For a handful I was in awe, some were admired, others respected, a few idolized, others liked or disliked and even one or two that I might have wished I’d never met. For the most part though, these were happy times, where the woes of the world didn’t matter much. After all, my entire world was home, school, family and friends, not necessarily in that order.
And then one day, you realize that many of those you once knew have simply vanished from your memory, lost to the passing of time, while others remain. Why is that? I could hope that ONLY the good memories remained. But alas, while I’ve sometimes experienced a desire to re-live some of these moments, there are other times where mistakes were made that I wish I could go back and change. There are even times when the best memories I have, I simply can’t tell anybody about.
I have to say that even if I could go back, with hindsight, I don’t believe I’d do anything differently. The trials and tribulations of my youth are what got me where I am today and while I’m not rich or famous, I am happy, and I believe that’s what counts. Age (and mellowing) allows one to realize that those past moments became memories and all of those people became life lessons.
Perhaps a line credited to the Dalai Lama sums it up best…
“Time passes unhindered. When we make mistakes, we cannot turn the clock back and try again. All we can do is use the present well.”
In spite of my complaining throughout this website about how much I’ve forgotten, I still have many memories of people, places and things. Some are good, some not so good and still others I wish would simply go away. Too bad there’s not a switch to turn off the ones I don’t want anymore!
Images above from 3 cartoons that first aired in 1967
Super Chicken | Space Ghost | Spiderman
There are far too many to name here but of those that are, some are as clear in my mind as if I saw them today, some I remember very well, and others are slowly fading. Aside from those already mentioned, these are some of the names that I remember.
Friends and Acquaintances - Ross RICHMOND, Sam HOUGHTON, Norman ANDERSON, Derik GALVIN, Richard WHITLOW, Chris REYNOLDS, Glen DOUGLAS, Doug GILLAM, Paul TENORIO, Paul ZALUSKI, Jim KOUTOULAKOS, Bruce COX, Karen DROLLER, Pam PHILIPS, Caroline HARRIS, Andy CROSBY, David DUGGAN, Bill DEERING, Bob LEHNER, Mark NACHMAN, Rob CASTRO, Cynthia THURSBY, George TOWNSEND, Bruce BOATRIGHT, Steve DRYDEN, Gary BONNER, Pam HATTIN, Craig GINTHER, Jean LICHTY, David LACKEY, Richard MOON, Gary HERSHNER, Colin PLEASE, Willie MUSE, Bill SHORT, David TOBER, Tom WARD, Mike YATES, Charlie CLARK, Charlene GARDNER, David McKITTRICK, Rusty WRAY, Craig DAVIS.
Some I met, were well-known or famous - as in the image below, Danny Thomas visited Yorktown High School in 1964.
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And then there's Walt Disney (December 5, 1901 - December 15, 1966) who once stayed at the Marriott Key Bridge where mom was working as the catering secretary. I still have the $1 bill that he autographed for me.
Ted Williams, (August 30, 1918 - July 5, 2002) of the Boston Red Sox actually visited the house in Arlington for a date with my mom. He left us an autographed baseball but that has long since disappeared. I only wish I knew what happened to it.
J. Willard Marriott Sr., (September 17, 1900 - August 13, 1985) and both his wife Alice and son, Bill Marriott. I once met the entire family at a company picnic.