Sharing is like Talking Hugs We were talking about our childhoods. It was interesting the difference that our sex made on what was available for us to learn. Nathan’s reverie went right to his shop class.
He talked about a man who stopped in the pharmacy where he worked when he was in high school and college. Of course, Nathan always said ‘Hello’ when he saw him, but one time they struck up a conversation. The man had a machine shop nearby and Nate was taking a machine shop course in high school although the guidance counselor thought he was nuts, since he was on the academic (college-bound) track. But there were big wonderful machines there, left after the second world war where kids learned to make plumb-bobs, hammers, and other metal tools—each new project on a different machine.
Girls weren’t allowed to take Shop when I went to School I would have loved to have had the opportunity to learn projects in shop – any shop.
When I was in 8th grade, the boys got shop, but the girls got homemaking/cooking. I had already made a wooden bird house with my dad. I wanted wood-shop. My dad went to talk to the principal, but he was unable to persuade him to let me in the course. I learned how to use a sewing machine and make an apron and cook something, and that was that.
A Boy’s Experience
Nathan asked if he could visit the man in his shop. Mr. Amert said “Yes, come before you go to work sometime.” And thus began a friendship between Mr. Amert, a man of grown children age. Nathan visited during his high school and college days. He never knew if Mr. Amert was married, had kids, or anything personal. But he could tell you about the metal parts that he made and how he made them and whom they were for. Just a tiny little piece of each life – older man, budding man.
Then Nathan graduated pharmacy school and moved with his first wife to a good-paying job. He never saw Mr Amert again.
There are people that move in and out of our lives, quietly, without our even noticing. But these people make up the threads of the fabric of our lives (what ad is that from) – in this case, healthy, mutually respectful and interesting – mentor, mentee.
Taking a quick reverie is as satisfying as stopping to notice the moon in a clear sky on the way to the car. Life in warm little pieces. It’s like yoga conversation.