BY GLORY WEISBERG
Since retiring from The Villager I have racked up 30,000 on my car, now busy with nonprofits Cancer League of Colorado; Englewood Rotary Club and Families First.
Writing seems to be in my bones as my late Uncle Simon’s was. But I’m reading more than writing these days as education chairman for Cancer League of Colorado. Medscape is my main source of cutting edge news cancer news, and I am reporting it to our board meetings, so much is going on in this medical field. After retiring about three years ago my love for writing remains and some days it draws me to return to The Villager, as a stringer. In reality that ship has sailed or needs to go to drydock.
My home library is full of material not only on cancer research but second, as program chairman for Englewood Rotary Club too. First generation local philanthropists came to talk to us about how they made it and about giving back. Some of their names are etched into the walls of The Denver Art Museum and the Museum of Nature and Science.
Many empty fields in our southeast villages now add miles of beautiful Koelbel mansions to the paper’s subscription rosters.
No longer am I buying party goods at Party City, near Park Meadows. Our little volunteer committees provided birthday party decor for each child living with Families First. I used to load up on festive goods driving them right over to the Family Center. I kind of wish I still had a reason to fill a festive shopping cart with colorful party goods for a recovering child in our Family First residence. I hope they are getting the love of a healthier family at home now. Others are in foster care and my heart still aches for them.
But now my Sundays are free of Monday deadlines so Dave and I pick up our two youngest grandchildren around noon, take them to lunch and places to play. Their gleeful rush to be the first to open their door to us, they shout, “Hi, grandma and grandpa!”
Such is life here in suburbia. Our grocery shopping bills have doubled and I have learned how to prepare tenderloin steaks making them just perfectly pink in the center like they were in ballrooms.
One closet is still full of formal and glitzy frocks, which are among my souvenirs from years in cold ballrooms with dinner served as late as 9 p.m.
After reading The Villager every week, I now run off to OLLI classes, keeping my brain from rotting as best I can. Now there’s also time for walks and lunches in Cherry Creek State Park, its miles of paths reach out to my sneakered feet. The Curtis Art Center has great exhibits we enjoy before crossing the street to Trader Joe’s. Dave and I are also lunching downtown before taking in the latest Denver Art Museum exhibit when it’s not crowded. The Denver Zoo is another fun way to enjoy life to the fullest. Oh, the joy on kids’ faces as they look at baby giraffes and bears.
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