Those Old Familiar Places

    Isn’t it funny how sometimes you can go somewhere and just the subtlety of a scent, or the sound of a voice just makes you remember “all those old familiar places.” I know it sounds cliché, but it is so true in my life how this happens. Just this week seemed to be one of those times where a whirlwinds of all of those little things either took my breath away, or caused me to burst into laughter or tears from the nostalgia.

I went to the campus of the University of Louisiana at Monroe (ULM). Oh, the years I spent there. And still am! I stood in the stairwell outside what once was the office of Dr. Harold Williamson, Department Head of Criminal Justice. He was one of those instructors that you didn’t try so much to earn a grade from him, as you did to earn his respect.

As I walked towards the exit, I had time to stand outside of what once was Sandel Library. I worked there for five years. I remembered meeting my boss, Shirley Morgan, and later Melinda Matthews became my boss. I remember Interim Director Rebecca DiCarlo.

Then, there was the director’s secretary, Carmelyn Tucker. She would sachet down those halls. Her husband, Joe worked as an electrician and would stop in just to see her. Oh, you could see they looked like school kids huddled in the hall corner. Nell used to say, look at those kids. Someone’s going to put them in detention. I miss Nell so. She passed away a few months back. I never got the chance to catch back up with her. But I wish I would have.  

That new library looks grand with its tower of books and its watch tower for all to see. Inside the library at that time, we had the booming voice of Dr. Glenn Jordan. That last name is pronounced (Jur-den), and he will correct if you don’t get it right. The third floor had the unpleasant aroma of cigarettes, and his office was piled with books, he knew every word from. He was a man who came to class with the presence of authority, and demanded reverence as he lectured without a book or notes. Every now and again he wrote a term on the board for orientation for students who could not follow his velocity paired with his reference page for spelling and such. You see teaching was his job, writing was yours. What he needed was someone to dress him. Those yellow cowboy boots with an orange tint on the sides were never in style.

As I heard the chiming of that clock, I hurried on. And smiled as I remembered the countless times I had been here before. As I rushed I was desperately thinking about going to the Annual Health and Wellness Expo at the Monroe Civic Center this weekend. I was up at 10:00 A.M. on Saturday. I may even try the Zumba Fest. I might take the stairs at my next meeting, just to get my heart rate in check.

And once again I find myself at another reason to keep time. You see, I have an hourglass at home that I pick up often, and I it turn over countless times, remembering, and wishing for just once, maybe I could hold these certain moments in time. It’s is a realization that every time you look at your watch, you have moved from one memory to another. Some you keep for a moment; others you keep forever brought back by some of those old familiar places.

Published October 13, 2011, Ruston Daily Leader, The Park Bench.

Published by touring from the park bench

A blogger, columnist, educator, researcher, social media enthusiast, and writer with a zest for knowledge; Brenda is the founder of "Touring from the Park Bench"; formerly the column and now, the blog. Her diversified background has enabled her to research and write in Arts and Sciences, knowledgeably and creditably. Her writing themes include Behavioral Sciences, Christianity, Criminal Justice, Education, Fitness, Healthcare and Informatics, Lifestyle, Psychology, and Sociology. Brenda thrives on researching and learning, which has enabled her in work in Technical Writing and Communications for over five years. Though varied in her traits, she has considered the distinctions of others, as a contribution, an honor, and a privilege to behold. She acknowledges her acceptance through collaboration and communication with professionals in other disciplines, forming meaningful partnerships through the culmination of challenging projects. She feels It is through interaction that awareness, integration, and success in finding solutions to mutual problems are constructed. She sees adaptability as her best characteristic, and modesty as her worst. She currently lives in Florida with her youngest daughter and her chihuahua. She has professed in words life lessons such as learning the day is scarier than the night, for you will see the harm that befalls you, and betrayal is painful. She's learned unconditional love is never stronger as seen in the very young and in the very old. She's learned no matter what emotion a person is experiencing a cuddly puppy can make you re-evaluate so much. She's learned the only certainty in life is death- so, be ready. She's learned the most experienced emotions are forgiveness, grief and hope, and that patience is the most taught virtue. She often finds nature as deeply overwhelming and has come to realize how important grounding is for the body and soul. It’s the fleeting moments people don’t take advantage of like when caught in a rainstorm, when snowflakes begin to fall and melt as soon as they touch the warmth of your skin. AUTHOR'S WORDS~ "Have you ever watched over a cocoon, as it changes into a butterfly, or a rose bud as it blooms? It is almost like watching your children grow, all too quickly, they aren’t children anymore, and neither are you. Live life while you can for you do not get a second chance.”

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