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Sunday, July 22, 2012

Making Friends

Oh, I get by with a little help from my friends...

At their popular peak, Lennon and McCartney wrote this song for their band mate, Ringo, to perform. It is, in and of itself, an act of friendship.

Before Yoko, before Linda, before Hamburg, Germany, before they hit the speed-of-light trajectory as The Beatles, they started out as teenage friends.  While the life changing fame the Liverpool lads experienced will elude most of us, we can relate to making friends in our youth.

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A recent NY Times article by Alex Willliams titled "Friends of a Certain Age" touched on a funny subject for adults - 'making friends.'  The phrase is so embedded in our childhood years that by the time we cross into our post education lives, we have learned to take it for granted.  Making friends is like breathing in your teens and twenties.

As teens, we fish in a veritable ocean of pal possibility. We surround ourselves with best friends, great friends and good friends.  It may be awkward, sometimes painful, and often unsuccessful, but the opportunity is always inches away in our travels: school hallways, sporting events, club activities, hanging out.

The nexus of Facebook is friends - requesting them, accepting them, unsubscribing (aka rejecting)  them.  And while Twitter users can 'follow' other users, some statistics show users most often follow their friends. 

So what happens in 'midlife?'

"As people approach midlife, the days of youthful exploration, when life felt like one big blind date, are fading. Schedules compress, priorities change and people often become pickier in what they want in their friends," says the Times article.                              http://www.nytimes.com/2012/07/15/fashion/the-challenge-of-making-friends-as-an-adult.html?pagewanted=all    

 I agree, in part.

Friendship in midlife becomes situational.  At work, we are thrown in with fellow employees with whom we share one thing - location.  Hopefully a friendship or two grows out of this, but it can be tricky.  Talking solely about work gets tedious, so you have to let go of what obviously brings you together and dig deeper.  It would be interesting to see how women and men shake out on mining for meaningful friendships at work.  My money is on women for taking the time.

My friend Heather and I met while working at the same company almost 20 years ago and continue to be friends.  We meet up and the conversation flows effortlessly.  It amazes and soothes me. 

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Becoming a parent lands us in our kids' worlds.  Finding pals at the same stage in life may not be hard but, again, it can be tricky. Your child is the launching point for the new friendship but going further to find out more about the person behind the parent takes sincere effort.  Parents swim in pools of common ground. However, talking about kids all the time is almost too simple and gets old.

I don't know if I would have written that when my daughters were very young.  I was so happy to have other parents to talk to about kids, school, activities, parenting.  Their support and humor have buoyed me.  What was essential before seems like an easy default now.  Too easy.  As my girls move on, I find myself titillated by talking less about motherhood and more about other topics.

 I could have kept a better balance but, I didn't.  Thankfully many of my "parent" friendships flourish like a long distance run rather than a sprint.


The Times article cites three ingredients sociologists have agreed (since the 1950s) are "crucial to making close friends: 1) proximity; 2) repeated, unplanned interactions; and 3) a setting that encourages people to let their guard down and confide in each other."  Rebecca G. Adams, a professor of sociology and gerontology at the University of North Carolina at Greensboro notes, "This is why so many people meet their lifelong friends in college."

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Was there anything better than late nights with college friends? No parents stepping in - the blissful freedom of it all!  I agree that college was the best time for making lifelong friends.  And yet, I don't keep in touch with any of them.   I had the same college roommate for four years - Kathy was as blond, blue-eyed as I am brown on both counts. She was funny, lighthearted, a guy magnet, joyful in every way.  I can only picture her laughing.  We would  always hold hands when having our picture taken. It confirmed our tight friendship.  She was a marvelous surprise!

Of course, Facebook has brought back some friends from long ago - it is comforting, fleeting, reasonable.  We send birthday greetings.  We connect at arms length. 

 Last week I saw country singer Mindy Smith perform at the intimate World Cafe in Philly.  Two guys sat next to me.  They were serious fans and hilarious audience members.  In between sets we laughed and talked like lifelong friends.   We skimmed the cream off the milk of friendship.

Those kinds of encounters are safe and reassuring.  I think they are the early bones of  friendship; people just plunked down together who seek common ground.

Laura L. Carstensen, a psychology professor and the director of the Stanford Center on Longevity in California is referenced in the Times article as a professional who "observed that people tended to interact with fewer people as they moved toward midlife, but that they grew closer to the friends they already had."

"Basically," she suggests, "this is because people have an internal alarm clock that goes off at big life events, like turning 30. It reminds them that time horizons are shrinking, so it is a point to pull back on exploration and concentrate on the here and now."

Do we hunker down to only nurture our current friendships as we age?  I don't think so.  I think we become clearer about what fulfills us. If our current crop of friends meets that threshold then we'd be fools to let them pass.  But I feel equally excited about anticipating making new friends.  Numbers don't matter but I believe more friends are out there for me.

An old Girl Scout round resonates as I think about who we let into our lives and when - it's as true today as when I was 12 years old (and listening to the Beatles).  PS: I miss you Kathy!

Make new friends, but keep the old; One is silver and the other's gold.

Saturday, July 7, 2012

Plates and Politics

Like many conversations, this one took place around the dinner dishes. 

In fact, the conversation was about the dishes. 

Oh, those dishes.

I sighed and murmured, "So THAT'S the china."  A woman next to me, turned and said, "I remember what a big ruckus they caused!"  It was July 4th and we were standing in the First Ladies Exhibit in the Smithsonian Museum of American History and the dinnerware in question was from 1981 - what was famously known then as the "Nancy Reagan china." 

I was prepared to dislike it.  I was wrong.  It is beautiful.

Reagan White House china, circa 1981
The sisterhood (and of course there were men too) viewing the encased china chosen by many Presidential wives, filled the room with a buzz of comments and opinions.  Entertaining gets us talking. Toss in the presidential seal, and there is no end to our general curiosity about the party dishes.

"I really thought it would be gaudy, but it is so classic," my chinaware companion confessed, adding "I remember being so annoyed at the cost." (which, after all the hubbub, was paid for by private funds.)  Lenox was selected to custom design the now infamous pattern and manufacture the set - 220 place settings for the tidy sum of $210,399.

I recall reading about the hullabaloo surrounding Mrs. Reagan's place setting choice - the showy color,  the cost and who was paying for it, why it was needed.  Her husband was slashing the Federal budget while she commissioned a new china pattern that reportedly required nine separate firings.  It was a big deal 31 years ago. 

 Mrs. Reagan's designer gowns, furs, and then the china, had some Americans shaking their heads, placing a twist on Dorothy's famous line to Toto in The Wizard of Oz, i.e. I don't think we're in the Carter White House anymore.
Lady Bird Johnson White House china,  circa 1972
There we were, two women of a certain age, recalling the national news about dinnerware to be used for the Reagan White House State dinners, surprised by our compliments for Mrs. Reagan.  It was refreshing to decide for ourselves after all these years.  This led us to some talk about other favorites, including one from the 1960s.

Lady Bird Johnson, known for her work on the Highway Beautification Act passed in Congress, sought improve the look of America's major roadways with the planting of wildflowers. Her choice for the White House service, made by Tiffany and Company, appropriately featured delicate wildflowers. She was true in every detail.  However, all those touches had to be hand painted, delaying the china's completion until 1972, four years into the Nixon administration.  She never ate off that china.

Hayes White House china, circa 1880
One moment, we were rating the best.  The next moment, oh you know.

"Oh dear, what was she thinking?" 'She' was Lucy Hayes, wife of the nineteenth President.  Her choice of various types of North American flora and fauna boldly painted on the dinner plates made a very strong statement.  A little too bold for my taste. The dinner plate on display showed a large ram taking up the a lot of space.  While  her national pride intention is easy to understand - the execution is, well, hard to swallow as I imagine the food atop it would  also be.  I could only picture some large slab of meat atop the painted  mountain animal. Nothing delicate there.   

If I let my politics rule my opinion, I would have appreciated the Clinton china choice and booed for the Bush china.  I gave them both thumbs down. 

As my fellow critic and I parted ways at the dinnerware, our conversation ended in agreement with the adage that beauty is truly in the eye of the beholder.  Satisfied, I turned to leave, only to find the next room filled with an array of inaugural gowns worn by Presidential wives.  Time to call up the fashion police for more conversation, this time next to the dinnerware!

Spending Independence Day in Washington DC was a treat, albeit a boiling one temperature-wise. Seeing the AIDS Memorial Quilt on the Mall as names of loved ones were read throughout the day, witnessing two powerful exhibits at the National Art Gallery and sitting on Constitution Avenue watching an uber patriotic parade gave even this political city a hometown feel. At dusk, the fireworks display amid the national monuments put political wrangling on pause.  There, underneath sparkling bursts of light, we soaked up a little bit of the magic that is America.
Eisenhower Office Building
DAR Constitutional Hall
The National Archives

Live recreation of the flag raising at Iwo Jima

Parade balloon
Cloggers dance down the parade route

AIDS Memorial Quilt