“I'll be alone each and every night
While you're away, don't forget to write
Bye-bye, so long, farewell
Bye-bye, so long
See you in September
See you when the summer's through
Here we are (bye, baby, goodbye)
Saying goodbye at the station (bye, baby, goodbye)
Summer vacation (bye, baby bye, baby)
Is taking you away (bye, baby, goodbye)
Have a good time but remember
There is danger in the summer moon above
Will I see you in September
Or lose you to a summer love
(counting the days 'til I'll be with you)
(counting the hours and the minutes, too)”/ See You in September" is a song written by Sid Wayne and Sherman Edwards. It was first recorded by the Pittsburgh vocal group The Tempos. Released, June 1959
Working at resident summer camps was one of the most important features in my development as a caring, insightful, sensitive, and empathetic adult. The whole sense of group, the ideals, and idea that the individuals within that group, so unique to themselves, made the group more cohesive, thus permitting the varieties of personalities to grow and expand, was a concept from which my philosophy on choosing how to live my life evolved! Summer camp, where one became all, and all formed into a union, from which my best memories of youth still remain. Love blossomed at camp, everything from the first kiss, actually referring to the term “we are dating,” to the eventuality for some of my past Camp Staff Family, actually finding their true forever love and saying, “I do!” It was a blissful chapter, for me, and when young, a chapter almost reveling in its slow-motion ebb and flow. Love was found during Staff orientation week, love flourished during the eight to ten weeks of camp, and for many love was a wave goodbye as the last yellow school bus laboriously ambled up the dusty, pebble ridden road which led to REALITY! ( One story I recall, was walking in the wooded area of camp with a female friend two years older than me (OMG an older woman than me,) who stopped suddenly leaned in and kissed me. I, having no idea we were in that kind of relationship, kissed her back, wondering why what and next? She then pulled a thorn from one of the bushes and pricked her finger then looked me in the eye, held my left hand with her left hand, and said “eternity will judge this moment,” pricked the finger on my right hand placed our slightly reddened index fingers together. We will forever be one soul, she continued, and asked if might go skinny dipping after curfew). But then camp ended and it was time to return home, where boyfriends and girlfriends waited, some hanging on to summer letters from camp and others burning their Dear John correspondences! School was about to start, and the unreality of a summer place was replaced with the reality of cement and concrete, and months of rediscovering love, and its newest definitions. But somehow, seeing each other in September, was safe, perhaps a bit sad for the loves lost, but it also posed the potential of growth and glory!
During his appearance on Fox News yesterday morning, Donald Trump peddled all kinds of falsehoods, lies, and bizarre curiosities, but there was one that proved especially troublesome for the president. Reflecting on the coronavirus pandemic, the Republican declared, "If you look at children, children are almost -- and I would almost say definitely -- but almost immune from this disease." He went on to say, in reference to children, "They don't have a problem. They just don't have a problem." He added that kids are "virtually immune."(Steve Benen/MSNBC) We have a very mentally ill man, raised by parents who should have never been permitted to have children. We have a mentally challenged man whose emptiness of any happy childhood experience of his own, permits him to make nil and void the potential and promise for our youth. Exactly who will we see in September, and will we still see them alive and well as October returns!
