365 Snap Shots of Life: Day 221

Hello readers! I was away for the past few days and I missed blogging! It occurred to me that the edits I’ve shared so far from my up coming book, SALSA! THE TASTE of LIFE, are mostly poems. I don’t want you to think that this book  is a volume of poems only. It is a volume of mostly short stories and some poetry. I had to edit out more poems and less stories. So I will give you an edited story from my book, to give you a taste of my story telling. This story I wrote based on an experience I had when I was a young teen living with my uncle in Germany.  I look forward to giving you more tastes of SALSA! As you read this keep in mind that I thoroughly look forward to your feedback, so comment away! 🙂

March17, 1981

Dear Diary,

Today, a most peculiar thing happened; we were driving along the road that connects Spangdahlem to Bitburg. Being that it was Sunday, the driver was leisurely meandering to our destination, a heavenly café in Bitburg, for a nice piece of Black Forest cake and refreshments. Spring was fast approaching; the countryside was beginning to be dotted with Holstein sitting on grassy meadows. The snow that had lain stoically for all those winter months was beginning to vanish without a trace.

Suddenly, we came upon a lone traveler; he grew bigger and bigger the closer we drew to him. The driver lowered his window, and the elderly man approached our orange, 1970s Volkswagen station wagon. The man asked the driver in English laced with a strong German accent if we could take him to Bitburg. We were told to make room for our guest, so we all squeezed tightly like Pringles potato chips in a can, and the nomad sat in the middle between my cousin and me.

I was glad he sat next to me so I could study him. The loan wanderer was around seventy; his hair was white, and he had plenty of it. There was a glimmer in his eyes of azure that made him look almost boyish.

“What’s your name?” My curiosity had overcome me, and I had to ask. He perused my face, and then he answered, “Herr (Mr.) Vogt, and what is yours?”

I responded, “I’m Helena. Why are you hitchhiking?”

He looked at me a bit puzzled, and then he said, “Hitch hiking? Not hardly. I was hiking along this road because I am on a mission.”

Suddenly, I felt my arms getting covered with chill bumps. I had to know more about this mysterious stranger, so I continued, “Where are you from, Herr Vogt?”

“Oh, from all over the place, really.”

“But you had to have started somewhere, right?” I prodded him. He didn’t seem to mind my young inquisitiveness; he answered, trying to conceal a mischievous grin, “Well, let’s just say that where I originated is somewhere far, far away from here.” We rode in silence, and then Herr Vogt offered, “You know, little one, the wind blows here, and it blows there, yet nobody knows where it comes from or where it is going.”

I was puzzled at first, and then I knew what he meant. “Are you one of those messengers that God sends to help people out?”

 He answered, “Yes, I am sent to you today.”

Jokingly, I asked him, “What’s in your suitcase?”

He smiled at me and said, “There are many places I have to visit before I report back to my boss, so I need to look like I fit in.” I settled into a satisfied silence. His presence was as a warm, wool coat around me that made me feel protected. We didn’t say much for the rest of the ride, and when we reached Bitburg, the driver asked Herr Vogt where he would like to be dropped off. He told the driver to stop at the light, and we pulled over so Herr Vogt could make his exit. As he was leaving, he shook my hand, and he looked deep into my mesmerized eyes, right down to the core of my soul. Then he departed. I tried to look for him, but I could not find him. He vanished right from my sight.

I’ll never forget Herr Vogt; his presence is still with me as I write this entry in my journal. I entertained a stranger that Sunday afternoon; he kept me company. I know he is one of God’s messengers who came by my side for a little while. He didn’t have to explain his mission because I’ve always known in my heart of hearts that God sent him to let me know that He loves me. I felt it that day.

-Eva Santiago Copyright 2012

30 Day Blog Challenge: Day 26 Part 3

Today I’m posting some slang terms from the 1960’s. As I have worked on the last 3 posts, I have gained a new found appreciation for buzzwords and catch phrases of previous decades. We all borrow from one another and this is the case concerning slang words. I showed my post to my husband, who is a ’60’s child and we had a good laugh sharing this with our kids. Our kids are realizing that they aren’t as original as they thought they were. I hope you enjoy this and if you can come up with a few of your own, feel free to share them here.

A Gas A lot of fun.

All show and no go. Referenced to a car that had all the pretty chrome goodies, but wouldn’t get out of its own way.

Ape Used with “Go”, “Gone” or “Went”. To explode or go completely irate.Example: “When my parents saw my report card, they went ape.

Bag To Steal. Example: Who bagged my towel? ; also see Score
Also; “What’s your bag” meaning what’s your problem or where are you coming from.
Thanks to Jerry Miles (HHS 66)

Love that tie-dye!

Birth Control Seats Bucket Seats

Bitchin(See also Twitchin’) Good, Exciting, Awesome.

I wore a dress like that in the '80's

Blast A Great Time. Example: “We had a blast at the Prom”.

Bone Yard Auto wrecking yard; Junk yard.

Bad Awesome.

Cat A guy

Cherry Pristine, Totally Clean. Example: “That rod is cherry”!

Thanks to David Williams (HHS 61) for this one.

Chick A girl or a woman.

This print was trendy in the '80's

Church Key Before pop tops, a Beer or Soda can was opened with one of these.
Thanks to Ron Stowe for this one.

CootiesSomeone who wasn’t cool had them. No one ever saw them, but you knew who had them.
Thanks to Jennie Quevedo HHS’67.

Crash Go to bed; go to sleep.

Dibs Most always used with “Got”. Example: I “got dibs” on that Coke bottle. Meaning you owned that Coke bottle.
Thanks to Ron Stowe for another great word.

Don’t Flip Your Wig See “Don’t have a Cow”.

Dork See Dip Stick

A Drag Someone or something that’s boring or un-enlightening.

Dude In the 60’s, a dude was a geek or a panty waist.

Easy Another way of saying Goodbye. Example: “Easy, Man!!”.
Also a girl who was a sure thing, sexually. Example: That girl Bob took out last night was “Easy”.

Five Finger Discount Anything obtained by theft.

Flip Flops Thongs (that went on your feet)

Flower Child A Hippie

Funky Neat, Cool; also gone bad. Example: I think that milk is funky.
Thanks to Rachel Green for this late 60’s standard.

“F**kin’ A” This was simply the vulgar form of, “I concur”.

Gimme some skin Shake hands.

Go All The Way Have sex with.

Going Steady If you were “Going Steady”, you were dating only one special person.

GoldenSee Cherry.
Thanks to Bob Ferguson (HHS 65).

Gnarly Originally a difficult or large wave (He wiped out on a gnarly wave),later anything big or difficult (The Chemistry test was gnarly.), then later an expletive of approval (That custom paint job is gnarly!)
Thanks again to Peter Schultz HHS66 for this great word.

Groovy Nice, “Cool” or Neat. Used commonly among hippies in the 60’s.

Hang Loose Relax; Take it easy.

Hunk What a girl would call a good looking guy.

Kiss up The proverbial “Teachers Pet”. This person who would do anything to please the teacher. 
This great slang term is from “El Rojo” AKA: Russ Jacobsen (HHS 60) Thanks Russ.

Knocked Up Pregnant.

My Kid's Lego Sets Are So Different Now

Loaded Intoxicated.

Melvin See Wedgie; Example: “Jimmy the Fink was smarting off to Billy, so I sneaked up behind him and gave him a Melvin.”

Thanks to Tom Schell for this one….

Neat (Neato) Nice; Sharp

Old Lady Your Mother.

Old Man Your Father. A pair of classics above from Jeff Kain HHS ’72.


Outta Sight Fantastic, Awesome. Example: Hey Kathleen, that tie dyed top your wearing is “outta sight”. 
This one provided by Kathleen Griffin (74). Thanks Kathleen… Great saying!

Pig Out Over eat.

Rap Talk.

Right On I agree; I concur.

Classic Vans

RighteousExtremely fine, beautiful. For us guys it was generally used when talking about the most important areas of our lives; cars and women.
“John’s got a righteous new paint job on his ’58 Chevy”.
“Ron met this righteous babe down at 26th St.”.
Thanks to Bob Melendrez (HHS 71) for this “Righteous” addition.

Scheming When someone is really interested in the opposite sex. Example: “Jim is really scheming on Jill” Thanks to Lillian McDonald Parra HHS63 for this one.

Screwed, GoCheated out of something

Screwed up Made a mistake; messed up in the head; intoxicated

Mad Men

Shades Sunglasses

Swear to Buddha I guess we thought it was less irreverent than saying “I swear to God.”
Thanks to Marsha Soares West (63)

Tough or Tuff Neat, cherry, great, bitchin’. – as in “Wow, she’s really a tuff chic!”
Thanks to Bob Rierdan for this old standard.

Wet Willie A trick played when someone wets their finger and puts it in your ear.
Thanks to Connie Jax Beverly HHS67 

Woody Wagon A wood sided station wagon used to transport surfboards and surfers to and from the beach.

Zits Pimples.


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