taking a CAB for February waffle cones & arcade madness

Kilwin’s was calling out to us!  With temps in the low 50’s the last week of February, we ventured to Portsmouth to savor our favorite ice cream served in handmade waffle cones… the smell – when you walk in – is to die for.

Soooo goood.

Next up, we zipped north to Dover Bowl and hung out for three hours, playing just about every game in the house.  A fun time was had by all, including yours truly, when I won the Monster Jackpot of 1500 tickets!  It was my first time… you guys have done that before; I was a mere rookie.

Good times for the CAB trio (Camden + Andy + Ben)!

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an epic year, funky teenage days, getting to a cool place

Happy 2017!

Dude, this will be a big year for you.

new bedroom at 29 Richardson

13 to 14

Graduate from middle school

Start high school

Grow taller, more body changes

Smarter, funnier.

It’s a funky transition going from kid to teenager.  I remember how that felt; you never forget!  My most challenging years were (without question) eight and ninth grades.  I was immature; a lousy athlete, big ears, glasses, smart, nervous.  To make matters worse, I was in a wheelchair the summer between eighth grade and Freshman year due to a bone disease in my knees. The self confidence I had from kindergarten to seventh grade had pretty much disappeared (Why? Where did it go? How did it happen? Who the heck knows!)  Welcome to the teenage years!.

There’s salvation for you in gaming. For me it was popular music.  I couldn’t sing, I wasn’t in a band, but man did I ever listen to and enjoy it rock and roll music.  It was 1966, 1967 & 1968, arguably the greatest years in rock & roll history.  The Beatles; Beach Boys; Hollies; Mamas & the Papas; Tommy James & the Shondells; Simon & Garfunkel; The Rolling Stones; Donovan; The Lovin’ Spoonful; Monkees – and too many more to mention.  Music filled my life and became something I’ve enjoyed ever since ( I wrote about this in the ‘being 10’ blog I wrote for you).

Teenage Time is weird because while everything seems similar, everything feels different.  You love your parents, but man, sometimes they are a pain in the butt.  You know school is important to your future, but you don’t feel like dealing with teachers and homework.  Being healthy matters, but damn if those chips & donuts don’t taste too good to ignore.  I’d like to get to know that person better, but what do I say? That kid thinks he’s so cool; I wish I was popular like that.  It’s an upside down world that makes no sense some days.

You think to yourself, “why am I thinking all these thoughts? I never did when I was younger, I was just… myself.”  That’s the paradox of teenage years… you’re old enough to know things are different… because they are.  Change isn’t easy to go through at any time of our lives.

Someone described teenage years like this:

“When you’re too young for half the things you want to do and too old to do the other half.”

It’s a topsy turvy time with conflicting emotions, thoughts, desires, priorities. You’re in between big and little, neither one fitting particularly well.  Jumbled up, confused, happy, sad, confident, scared, hopeful, nervous.  Sometimes the best solution is just to hunker down and try to ignore most of it!

The good news is that things start to take shape.  You go from feeling awkward, to being more comfortable with your body.  You go from thinking like everyone is looking at you, judging you, to being your own person and liking who you are.  You go from being uncertain about what to do to knowing how to deal with people, and situations.  You go from not knowing what the heck to say, to expressing yourself more completely.

Four things make it better.  1. Time. 2. Your own unique talents, traits & attributes.  3. A family who cares. 4. Pushing yourself.

1. As time passes, you have more time to figure things out, things get clearer, easier.

2. Having something meaningful about yourself to build on helps a lot. I listed a bunch of things that make you special – like your fantastic sense of humor – in your last birthday blog.  Believe in yourself, and DO NOT compare yourself to other people.  Be your own self, that’s the key.  We have our own special talents and attributes that make us unique. Be aware of those and build on them!

3. be thankful for – and leverage – those who care about you most.

If a person has a family “infrastucture” where people love and care about them, well, they’ve got it all.  Friends are important, but they don’t exist to protect and shape the best person you can possibly be.  Your Mom, Dad, grandparents (sometimes Aunt, Uncle, sibling) are the ones who will always be there for you, in good times and bad.   If you’ve got that, you’ve got an awesome foundation to to grow and win.  Without it, a person is on their own, trying to navigate rough waters they’ve never sailed through before with friends who haven’t done it either!

4. While it may be the last thing you feel like doing sometimes, it’s important to keep pushing yourself.  I don’t care what age we are, I hold this belief dearly.  We all need dreams, hopes, desires.  Without it, life is meaningless.  Getting to where you want to go is the adventure that is life.

So, try not to let yourself get into a rut.  Get together with your friends in person, laugh, talk to people, do something you wouldn’t normally do (read a book; listen to music; try a new sport; exercise; wear something different, whatever!).  Mix it up; don’t repeat the same cycle every day in terms of what you do.  There’s something magical in trying new things. Variety is the spice of life and I can tell you from personal experience, it is absolutely invigorating.  As a kid, I enjoyed doing different things, and am still that way today.

All we know for sure during the teenage years is that we ARE headed someplace new, different, better.   And at the end of the day, that’s a cool place to be.

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multitudes of merry

The 2016 holiday season was filled with wonderful experiences together including the annual Dover Christmas parade; Middle school concerts; a Christmas Eve get together at Surrey Lane; Christmas day at the Clickman’s (the Beaupre’s were in Maine this year); and a big day after celebration – all together – at 30 Shore Lane.

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here’s to turkeys and pies in the face

Thanksgiving 2016 was a day filled with fun, food, laughter and being together.  I even got a cream pie in the face, thanks to Camden!

Later on, Jack put cream in a pie tin and walked over and nailed me!  I tell ya, it was a rough day all around for the papa-man.

I told Camden & Jack… “just remember, you don’t know when or where or how it will happen, but revenge will be mine.  You better sleep with one eye open!”

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98 amazing years, happy birthday Great Gram!

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Great Gram’s real name is Etta Gwendolyn Buzzell St. Laurent (Buzzell was her maiden name).  She was married to Bernard “Nard” St. Laurent for 53 years.  She grew up in Dover, and he was a Somersworth boy.  They had four girls, Marcia, Nancy, Brenda and Karen (also known as your Grammy).  Her husband died in 1992 at the age of 73 (the same year my Dad died at the age of 67).

Over the past 24 years, Great Gram has lived on her own on Pinewood Drive in Somersworth. She does her laundry, cooks her own meals, goes grocery shopping, takes a daily shower and can hear a pin drop on the other side of a room (otherwise known as good hearing).  She’s still sharp as a tack, meaning mentally sharp… able to listen attentively, able to join a conversation and express herself in every way.

What makes this somewhat ordinary set of things extraordinary is the fact that she turned 98 years old October first.

98 years old! 

She’s been blessed with a loving family and very good health (she was only admitted to the hospital twice in her life besides giving birth to her daughters).  Most people (A) never live that long and (B) if they do, have lost their health, can’t hear, can’t walk, can’t talk, are in nursing homes, and aren’t mentally sharp.  Among other challenges!

Almost a century old, she was born in 1918, the same year World War I ended.  Woodrow Wilson was President, the Red Sox beat the Cubs in the World Series (they wouldn’t win again until 2004).   The average annual wage was $1500.00 (today it’s $50,000).  A house cost $4,820 (today it’s at least $300,000.00 for a decent house in the NH Seacoast).  A car cost $360.00 (today it’s $33,000.00).

Amazing huh?  Happy birthday Great Gram, you are living, breathing history!

 

 

beach house days, summer 2016

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It was a beautiful summer with a couple notable twists: the Clickman clan lived there from June 30 through August 15; it featured phenomenal weather with the longest stretch of sun and clear skies I can remember in our 20 years of owning the beach house.  We had our annual 4th of July party, there were sleepovers, lots of boogie boarding, yummy deck food grilling, drippy castle building, freeze pops; river and lake building and visits to the Scoop Deck.  Here’s a visual recap of July & August:

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a hot time on our summer 3M adventure

Something fun. Something spooky.  Something yummy.  Something cold.  Something beautiful.  Something unexpectedly scary.  Something rewarding.

That was the lineup for another classic 3M August day, which kicked off sunny & hot.  It ended up being an epic day of sorts, the last day we’d have an adventure via the white GMC Yukon. Seven days later, it was traded in for a new Ford Explorer.

Something fun:

After getting a bite to eat at Dunkin Donut’s in Hampton (which had a big wooden eagle in the lobby, who knew??!!), I used my GPS to find a mini golf course I’ve heard good things about in North Hampton.  img_1012

It was tucked away across the street from a driving range, hidden from Route 1 above.  Three highlights: (1)  we were the only people playing on the course, a first, (2) one of the holes featured a profile of the Old Man of the Mountain (see pic below) and (3) at the end of the course, you guys decided to golf backwards, hitting the balls back up the tubes that emptied to the holes.  You weren’t hurting anything or bothering anyone, (and honestly it was cool seeing the colored balls shoot up into the air).  I soon joined you in the madness.img_9035It was already getting pretty darn hot. As we made our way to Portsmouth, the temperature was in the mid-80’s.

Something spooky:

Next up, the Historic John Paul Jones House. The guide taught us things about the house and even posed a few questions to each of you.  I had read it was one of Portsmouth’s haunted locations, so we stayed alert for ghosts and spirits.  The spookiest part were the many old portraits in the foyer… as we moved up the staircase, their eyes followed us!

img_9042across the street is the Portsmouth African American burial ground; we paid a quick visit

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something Yummy: 

Hungry hippos, we ate yummy subs at Googie’s on State Street, one of Ben’s favorites.

then something beautiful:

after filling our bellies, it was time to walk off our lunch.  Nearby Prescott Park was just the place to do it… the splendor and beauty of their gardens in August can’t be beat.

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hot scare – the sun was beating down; the temperature had risen to 90 degrees.  After we relocated to Market Square, we walked around a bit, and all of a sudden my head was woozy.  I felt like I was going down, about to pass out.  It was a little scary.  I reassured you guys, but we jumped into the Youk and soon the AC  blasting onto my face got me back to normal. You guys weren’t sure what to think… it was the first time you’ve seen me in a weakened state, and I hope it was the last time.  Sorry about that!

something cold…  high time for a refresher, we ventured across the street to our favorite ice cream shop.  You loved your Superman multi-colored waffle cones!

something rewarding…

Off we went on our final escapade… to Dover Bowl for late afternoon arcade fun.  You earned thousands of tickets (over 5,000), enough to get three giant bouncy balls.

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a summer you’ll never forget

Hello Summer!  Happy Summer! Historic Summer!

On June 30, your family moved into our beach house after selling the house on Prospect Street.  Talk about perfect timing!  With the two best months ahead, this was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity for the Clickman kids to chill out, eat freeze pops, smell the best smell in the world, feel the warm sand under your toes, veg out, boogie board the Atlantic, eat Congdon’s donuts, look at the views (front and back) and lick ice cream from the Scoop Deck.

Among many other things!

You had it all at your ready disposal… a beach house right on the beach.  A private beach to boot!  Sun, surf, sand.  Living La Vida Loca…

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Emma, you set high goals for the summer… you wanted to boogie board at least 300 waves but ended up catching 540 over the six weeks you stayed there. Go Emma!

Ben had his own bedroom and was able to chill, playing his games, doing his thing before starting 8th Grade…. what, 8th grade?  Yowza I would totally chill too.

Molly ate a ton of freeze pops, played video games, laid low, swam in the natural beach pools and had fun.

Jack, you stayed busy, playing with trucks, army men, making drippy castles and becoming much braver with the Atlantic Ocean!

On August 14, you left the beach and moved into your house on Richardson Drive… just in time for school opening on August 31st.

Here are some photos from your memorable summer, a time img_7490img_9777you’ll always remember:

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