Wednesday, August 20, 2025

Ashes to Ashes

 

Ashes to Ashes

Noel Laflin

8-20-25



It’s Gene’s birthday today. He has born in 1920, so you can do the math as to know just how old he’d be now.

He was forty-nine when he and Glad came to Ahwahnee back in the summer of 1969. We didn’t know his real birthday that year - as he’d always lie and say it was in December - or else he would have been thrown into the pool on this day, just like any other lucky staff member who happened to celebrate a summer birthday while camp was in session. But Brent Farley and Charlie Ross figured it out a year later and into the pool Gene went – a fitting tribute for turning fifty. - and for fibbing, too.

 

This particular photo was taken by Glad when I met up with the two of them in Northern California back in 1981. Camp had closed, of course, so the Bergner’s moved and managed a mobile home park up that way. I called ahead and asked if we could meet up, which we did in this restaurant – the name of which escapes me at the moment.

 

As we prepared to leave, Gene slipped a bulky napkin my way.

 

“Got ya a souvenir,” he said with a grin.

 

“Gene?” Gladys whispered, frowning a bit as we both took a peek inside the napkin. “Is that an ashtray?”

 

“Could be,” he replied, suddenly studying the pretty ceramic piece more closely, turning it this way and that before covering it up with the napkin again and slipping it into my lap.

 

“But I cleaned it out,” he proudly announced.

 

Glad just shook her head and mumbled something inaudible as we snuck out of the place.

 

We stayed in touch over the years. Sometimes I would come home to find a box on my front doorstep with a hand written note addressed to me. It might contain camp mugs, neckerchiefs, old photos from camp, a camp director’s log of every off-season visitor to Ahwahnee from 1970-1980.

 

We’d exchange letters and phone calls, too, fairly often. Gene loved my early stories about camp. He said to keep them coming.

 

My last call to Gene was nearly twenty-five years after the theft of the ashtray. I called to wish him a happy birthday. He sounded tired – but I expected that from a man just turning 85.

 

He didn’t ever let on that he was sick.

 

He died three months later.

 

 

I just finished a cup of coffee in an Ahwahnee mug with an old North Orange Council logo on it. It was in a box left on my doorstep years ago.

 

And in a cupboard there’s a pretty ceramic ashtray around here somewhere.

 

I should look for it today.

 

Then I’d remember the name of that forgotten restaurant; write them an anonymous letter apologizing for some minor thievery decades ago, but that I wasn’t giving anything back.

Wednesday, August 6, 2025

Flights of Fancy

 

Flights of Fancy

Noel Laflin

8-2-25



 

I received an email from a Boy Scouting site reminding me I successfully passed my Eagle Board of Review on this day in 1967.

 

"Once an Eagle always an Eagle' they concluded in the post.

 

Now, 1967 was a long time ago, but I have vague memories of meeting with some gentlemen reviewing my application and asking questions - none of which I could quote you today.

 

But it was with a sigh of great relief when I left the meeting, handshakes all around and told congratulations.

 

It was a time of final personal completions regarding school grades, church obligations, and Scouting. However, I vividly remember just how tired I suddenly felt with all of the self-imposed pressure I had put upon myself in order to have accomplished these goals. But suddenly, it was time to relax and enjoy the rest of that long ago summer break. There were over the line pick up ball games and around the world basketball contests with a best friend to get back to. There was a family vacation to look forward to. There was a place called Camp Ahwahnee to also look forward to.

 

There were friends to enjoy. There was youth. There was life.

 

There was peace, even during a time of social unrest, city riots, student protests, flags and draft cards being burned, a daily climbing death toll in Vietnam, a brother who has just enlisted in the Marine Corps ...

 

Scouting changed over the years. It's not even recognizable to me anymore. But I had changed too. That's life in a nutshell, I suppose.

 

I don't even know why those folks at the Eagle web site have even kept me on their mailing list. I should write them back one of these days and remind them that it was their organization that cut ties with me long ago.


However, every once in a while, I open the old wooden box in the desk and check to make sure that the slightly tarnished Eagle pin dangling from its once vibrant but now faded ribbon, hasn’t just upped and flown away.

 

Help

 

Help

Noel Laflin

8-6-25




 

The Beetle's fifth album, Help!, was released on August 6, 1965.

 

The album cover was originally to have portrayed the four band members spelling "help" in semaphore, but the result was deemed aesthetically unpleasing, and their arms were instead positioned in a meaningless but aesthetically more pleasing arrangement.

 

I learned semaphore when I was in the Boy Scouts and am not sure how aesthetically pleasing my arm positions were either as I flapped about with those little flags practicing in the living room with my dad.

 

And I think I only broke one lamp in the learning process. My mom requested that we continue with our flag placement practice outdoors thereafter

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Fortunately, I never had to use it to ask for help. I was never asked to oversee their photo cover either. But in my defense, I was only twelve.