After a few bad gas station choices (no matter what Katy says, say NO to chili lime almonds) Anna and I made it to Jackson late last night. I had some work to take care of this morning, then we went up to the hospital to visit Nee Nee.
I think Nee Nee’s doing a good bit better. They attached some sort of drainage pipe to her lung, so that’s helping with the fluid issue. It sounds like it’s pretty painful though, and they’ve finally put her on some pain medication.
She’s still as sharp as ever mentally though, and we had a great time listening to her tell stories. It’s amazing to hear how different things were when she was young. One of my favorite stories is from when she was in college. Her friend Annaline convinced her to go on a double date with Hector Ubinas and his friend to New Orleans. They went and ate at Court of Two Sisters. Then, for whatever reason, they didn’t make it back to Hattisburg until 2am. The catch is, curphew was 10pm, and if they got caught, they would have been “campus’d”.
Being “campus’d” wasn’t a good thing. It pretty much meant that if the house mom caught them out past 10, she’d have grounded them, and they could leave the dorm only for class (especially since Nee Nee already had 1 black mark for being caught in her other friend’s room after 10 earlier in the year). By some miracle, they snuck back in when the house mom wasn’t looking, and they never got busted. It must have been pretty scary at the time, because she remembers it like it was yesterday.
It’s just crazy how different things were. There was also a rule that dang near caused Nee Nee another black mark. She’d gone on a date with this fellow to a ball game, and hadn’t told him about this particular rule. So, when went to drop her off at the dorm, he wanted to stop and talk before she went inside. Well that’s an absolute no-no. When a guy walks you back to the dorm, you aren’t to even slow down, much less stop to talk. You have to walk straight into the house without breaking stride. I imagine this was to cut down on the ever-so-risky goodnight kiss.
Well the poor fellow tried to stop and talk. The house mom was watching this time, and yelled out from the window “June, you better keep on walking! You already have one black mark, you sure don’t need another!”. I can’t imagine why that was their last date.
We certainly do live in a different world now…the first dorm I lived in was coed. Just don’t tell Nee Nee.
If you’re lucky, maybe tomorrow I’ll get a chance to write the story of how Nee Nee met Boyd, my grandfather. It’s a good one. Oh, and remind me to tell you where the term “honky” came from. Night!
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