Part 1 - Me and Mrs. Baldwin
I have a confession to make. I have always been attracted to older women and apparently they have been attracted to me. I freely admit that I have had "affairs" with two older women and I have no regrets.... but once again I think I had better explain. Read on if you will...
When I was a teenager I had a Gleaner route that covered a good portion of the downtown residential area. My customers ranged from your average working class family to a radical UNB professor who was practically run out of town for his political beliefs. I will leave it to you to guess which one always paid his weekly bill on time. These two extremes left a lot of ground in between for customers of many different varieties and that is where the older women came into my life. Mrs. Baldwin was my first.
Mrs. Baldwin and her husband lived on O'dell Avenue in a very large and beautiful older home. I don't know if they had any children but they were what used to be called "elderly" and any offspring may have moved away. I would guess they might have been in their early seventies. I did not deal much with Mr. Baldwin but he was always there when his wife had me over for a visit. You see, me and Mrs. Baldwin were much more than just business associates - we both shared a common bond. And that bond was Gilligan's Island.
Did I mention that Mrs. Baldwin had what was very possibly the first color TV in Fredericton? If not the first then it was very likely one of the first - and most definitely the first one I ever saw. Mrs. Baldwin was a very vivacious and outgoing woman - one of the happiest, nicest older ladies I have ever known. And she was not shy - when she saw my obvious attraction to her television she was not long in asking me over for a date. How could I refuse? So for a brief, happy time every Tuesday night at 8 o'clock sharp we had a regular date to watch Gilligan and his wacky exploits. Mrs. Baldwin loved Gilligan and would scream in sheer delight at even the cheesiest of jokes. It was almost as much fun watching her as the TV.
I think Mrs. Baldwin looked forward to our times together and eventually I was even allowed to bring a friend or two along. We all had a great time being amazed by the bright vivid colors on the screen - even the commercials for Tide detergent were entertaining! But like all good things it had to end. Oh she tried to coax me to stay for My Three Sons but that was getting awfully close to my bedtime and I had home work to do so it was not to be. I have fond memories of those evenings sitting in their beautifully furnished living room with Mrs. Baldwin but there was another, even older woman in my life. Her name was Miss McKee (Miss - not Mrs.) - but that is a story for my next blog.
When I was a teenager I had a Gleaner route that covered a good portion of the downtown residential area. My customers ranged from your average working class family to a radical UNB professor who was practically run out of town for his political beliefs. I will leave it to you to guess which one always paid his weekly bill on time. These two extremes left a lot of ground in between for customers of many different varieties and that is where the older women came into my life. Mrs. Baldwin was my first.
Mrs. Baldwin and her husband lived on O'dell Avenue in a very large and beautiful older home. I don't know if they had any children but they were what used to be called "elderly" and any offspring may have moved away. I would guess they might have been in their early seventies. I did not deal much with Mr. Baldwin but he was always there when his wife had me over for a visit. You see, me and Mrs. Baldwin were much more than just business associates - we both shared a common bond. And that bond was Gilligan's Island.
Did I mention that Mrs. Baldwin had what was very possibly the first color TV in Fredericton? If not the first then it was very likely one of the first - and most definitely the first one I ever saw. Mrs. Baldwin was a very vivacious and outgoing woman - one of the happiest, nicest older ladies I have ever known. And she was not shy - when she saw my obvious attraction to her television she was not long in asking me over for a date. How could I refuse? So for a brief, happy time every Tuesday night at 8 o'clock sharp we had a regular date to watch Gilligan and his wacky exploits. Mrs. Baldwin loved Gilligan and would scream in sheer delight at even the cheesiest of jokes. It was almost as much fun watching her as the TV.
I think Mrs. Baldwin looked forward to our times together and eventually I was even allowed to bring a friend or two along. We all had a great time being amazed by the bright vivid colors on the screen - even the commercials for Tide detergent were entertaining! But like all good things it had to end. Oh she tried to coax me to stay for My Three Sons but that was getting awfully close to my bedtime and I had home work to do so it was not to be. I have fond memories of those evenings sitting in their beautifully furnished living room with Mrs. Baldwin but there was another, even older woman in my life. Her name was Miss McKee (Miss - not Mrs.) - but that is a story for my next blog.
2 comments:
Good memory Mac, you remember with such detail. Waiting for Miss McKee...
Sandy
I always knew a way to a man's heart was through a tv set.
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