Wednesday, August 23, 2017

Sergeant Major and me




It's not nice. 
I know I should let it go. 
All the same, my stomach clinched when my dentist recently mentioned attending his Class Reunion -- in Viet Nam.

... which prompted a bout of self-examination:  Am I becoming like the fellow we dubbed "Sergeant Major"?
Ted never tried to cloak his feelings about foreign automobiles -  anything, actually, made in Japan.

 Nearly a caricature, Ted came into my 1980's work-life when "the Franks" (sales managers) thought it a lark to hire a senior citizen to sell airtime.

Subtle as a sledgehammer. I recall Ted standing erect before the workspaces:  In a booming baritone, "A.E.'s, police your cubicles!"

If he was aware of the banter surrounding his place in what was admittedly a cut-throat business, Ted never let on.   Delighted to be a part of the team, he just smiled.



And talk?  Oh my goodness! 
You know that saying about someone chatting up a fence post?   At my secretarial desk, I was usually the one stuck listening to Ted's tall tales.

Unfortunate, but not a year later - shortly after the station was sold - 'old Ted' was encouraged to share his stories on another stage.

For a while there, someone or another would accept his invitation to dinner.  Then --- there's no getting around it --  it came my turn.

I remember feeling claustrophobic in Ted's tiny, dark apartment, surrounded by all sorts of military memorabilia ... all of which held NO interest.  The starched table linen and weighty silverware were impressive, but it was his genteel manner and obvious delight at having company that touched me.

Not long after, the Franks and several A.E.s found themselves at odds with new owners/management and took their leave to other stations ... other cities.  Pretty soon I did the same.  Caught up in a personal drama, I pretty much forgot about Sergeant Major.

A few years back I asked my BH if she ever saw Ted around town.
"Oh Myra, Ted died."



In part, the obituary read --
"..... was a decorated veteran of World War II, serving in the United States Marine Corps.  Dad was a member of the historic Edson's Raiders, First Marine Battalion, who fought numerous heroic battles throughout the South Pacific, including legendary Guadalcanal."       





It went on to say he enjoyed writing.  I can't help but think, Ted would have loved blogging. 

He just wanted someone to listen.


RIP Sergeant Major



Hugs from Phoenix,
Myra





23 comments:

  1. Amazing and very touching. The best - and most surprising - things always happen to be hidden somewhere under the surface.

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    1. Thanks, Jon! I sure regret not making time to listen.

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  2. Ted would have gotten along well with my FIL; he had the same feelings about Japan, but then again he fought in WW2 in the Pacific theater. The problem would have been both would have wanted to tell their stories over each other and that might have soured the friendship a bit. He lived a long life, Ted did; bet he did leave a bit of a legacy too. Imagine reading his blog had he created one.

    betty

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  3. This is such a sweet blog post, Myra. I think you are right that he would have loved blogging. Hugs right back to you!

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  4. I can't help but think I have been there. Somethings are sweeter in memory. But there is always 'The moments', that will be memories. I really did enjoy how you laid this out. I am doing one of those inner smiles!

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    1. Funny how "misty water-colored memories" arise when we least suspect.

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  5. Oh yes, me'n Sgt Major coulda saved a lot of ears with a blog post! I still do!

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    1. Methinks my DH Tom needs to start blogging. LOL!

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  6. how sweet that insight came. he just wanted someone to listen.

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    1. Indeed. In the end, don't we all. I love living in Blogville!

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  7. Very nice thoughts about your friend. It's sad to loose someone and not find out till later.

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    1. Thanks, Ma. Next time, I hope I won't be in such a hurry not to listen.

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  8. That is how it is with most of our elders. (And soon that will be our title) The stories they have for us if we are only interested enough to listen. I heard so many during my time working in two nursing homes!

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    1. I'll bet you did! Maybe on account of my mother's situation, I hope to volunteer at an 'old folks' facility someday.

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  9. What great memories of a man who gave his country a LOT! Thank you for sharing his story.

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  10. He would have made a GREAT blogger. Now aren't you glad you had a chance to know him?

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  11. We all just want someone to listen to us. Thanks for sharing your memories of Ted with us and thanks for always listening.

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  12. Thank you for sharing Ted with me. ((Hugs))

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  13. HUGs my friend- thank you for sharing Ted! I know I talk way too much, in fact, when meeting LaVoice (LV) from the blog Thoughts from Meme's Corner, a few years back, she said she had never met anyone who talked more than me. My daughter Noelle says, I just get frustrated around my DIL Brittany's mom Bobbie, because she can out talk me! Ha! I miss the stories my late FIL told me of his time in the USN and serving in a submarine during Pearl Harbor right there close my! He never talked about the horrors of war, only the kindness of all those he served with. My nieces Karla and Holly, who lost their Vietnam Vet daddy Bob, tragically, a few years ago always say to me "Auntie we never know what horrors our daddy saw and what demons chased him his entire life. My Tata's hubby survived WWI and he came home to her and they had a mess of children, five daughters and two sons! Gosh I shouls be blogging rather than using all your comment space here! But thank you, I loved this. HUGS

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