As my 80th birthday approaches (Oct. 13, 2014), no presents please. I think seriously of my new role in life. My parents and grandparents and my uncles and aunts are all gone now. Stanley Herbert Greenberg is the retainer of all facts and memories in our Greenberg family. Quite a responsibility!
My own children and grandchildren have to put up with me and my idiosyncrasies and oddities for as long as I occupy a place on this planet and a place in their lives. I try to be loving, but at times, I guess I am impatient and not always as kind and benevolent as I should be to them.
I look forward to seeing all my grandchildren. I usually play War or Gin Rummy with my 8-year-old grandson. He takes great pleasure when he says “Gin” after picking a card. The younger generation likes to put their elders in their proper place when they play games. I try to make the game fun.
Other games I enjoy playing with the children are Chess, Checkers, and Monopoly. The children take the games seriously and play hard. My wife, Lorraine, likes to deliberately let the children win, most of the time. I don’t feel it is a good idea to always let them win. It is not a good lesson to impart to the younger generation.
I enjoy watching television with my children and grandchildren. I watch baseball, football and basketball games with the kids. I remember watching the wrestling matches with my father.
Sitting in his chair, in front of the television, my dad would twist and jump up when Gorgeous George and Argentina Rocca, (two famous grapplers of the 1950s, ’60s) were on the screen.
My kids have even become fans of my favorite teams; the New York Mets, the football Giants and my beloved Knickerbockers. My son taught his sons this phrase, which I approve of whole-heartedly, “I like the Mets, but I respect the Yankees.” There is a lot of maturity in that line of thinking.
The torch has been passed.