Boraxo & 2nd Floor Windows

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An unusual title to be sure.

But to regress.

Tonight my wife and I were watching a movie called, “The Intern.” In the movie a 70ish widower, portrayed by Robert DeNero, is hired by a computer app corporation as an intern. And it just so happens that he is employed in the same building in which he once worked in a different capacity. Printing telephone books. And during the course of the movie the former printer remarks to his boss,

“Do you see that low place in the tile over there? That’s where the press once stood.”

Both my wife and I have had similar experiences.

Jean attended Floral Avenue Elementary School before joining me in Mrs. Waters 4^th grade class at Bartow Elementary. While at Floral Avenue, as all children and adults tend to do, she visited the bathroom there. And day after day, after  completing her business, she pulled the lever of a cream-colored Boraxo dispenser, and a small quantity of powdered soap dropped into her outstretched hand.

And during the three years she attended that school she recalls sitting in the lunchroom eating her lunch. It so happened that the lunchroom doubled as an auditorium, and there was a stage on the north end. And Jean often thought how terrific it would be if she were given the opportunity to walk across that stage. But she never did.

Until later.

Much later.

… 50 years later!

For you see, a full half century later my wife accepted the position of ESE nurse at her old alma mater. And a full five decades after eating ham slices and macaroni and cheese, with a few hundred other seven year olds, she was provided the opportunity to climb the steps of that old stage, sit down at the teacher’s table, and eat her lunch.

And during her tenure there, Jean made a poignant discovery. For you see, still mounted on the wall of the girl’s bathroom was that ancient, cream-colored

… Boraxo dispenser. 

(Cont. - See Pt. II) 


By William McDonald, PhD. Excerpt from "(Mc)Donald's Daily Diary" Vol. 25. Copyright pending

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