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Strawberry Fields Forever
July 28th, 2010 by Les

Those who believe in telekinetics, raise my hand.

—Kurt Vonnegut

Just the fact that some geniuses were laughed at does not imply that all who are laughed at are geniuses. They laughed at Columbus, they laughed at Fulton, they laughed at the Wright brothers. But they also laughed at Bozo the Clown.

—Carl Sagan

Not a shred of evidence exits in favor of the idea that life is serious.  Were it offered to me, I should have no objection to a repetition of the same life from its beginning, only asking for the advantages authors have in a second edition to correct some faults in the first.  I do try not to laugh alone too often (though it happens quite a bit…just ask David) as most people would assume you are an idiot if you are yucking it up whilst sitting obviously by yourself.

I’ve always liked the verse, in The Beatles song “Strawberry Fields Forever” that went:

Let me take you down, ’cause I’m going to Strawberry Fields.
Nothing is real and nothing to get hung about.
Strawberry Fields forever.

Released in February of 1967 and supposedly composed by both John Lennon and Paul McCartney it was later learned that John Lennon was the sole composer.

Being a child of the 60’s obviously, I guess, one would relate to much of what The Beatles composed and/or sang.  Although, truth be told, I was more of a Beach Boys aficionado and was madly in love with Ricky Nelson.  I even told my parents at one of our evening meals I wished hence forth to be called Mary Lou.  For those of your not from the Ricky Nelson period – it was one of his shorter recordings.  Later I was to relate and, given the chance when absolutely alone to sing along at the top of my lungs with, Garden Party.  I digress, oddly, or maybe not so much since my parents seemed to know their somewhat askew of center daughter, no one at the table batted an eye…they simply kept on chewing and let the whole Mary Lou thing pass.  They also ignored my wish to wear my button-up sweaters backwards (everyone was doing it, duh) though I know it annoyed my mom to no end.

With the rainy season still upon us here in Ajijic, Mexico, beside watching everything turn an absolutely gorgeous tropical green color, it gives you time to pause and think….something I have meticulously tried to avoid for most of my life.

The journey that brought David and me to this little village is interesting, at least to us.  The journey my mind takes when allowed to travel unencumbered or restrained by time or logic is, at best, strange and most often somewhat psychedelic in nature, hence the “Strawberry Fields Forever” verse.  Nothing is real and nothing to get hung about.  Each day blends into the next.  Time to read, reflect, listen to the sounds of this tiny village, take in the music that drifts by as a car bumps its way down the cobblestone street or, at times, delightedly ease-drop upon children laughing at one thing or the other.  There are several shops in our area and I’ve also had the opportunity to hear the men in a nearby machine shop sing – some good, some not so good – as they ply their trade.

The joy of all these sounds in what is a foreign land to me, keeps my mind occupied.  I think of how each day was busier then the next, back in the states and, often, when given the opportunity to slow down sitting on the porch in my backyard brought sirens, traffic sounds, the occasional argument overheard or simply the sound of silence.  I have said “hola” so many times here.  In the states, even though we walked often, everyone was in such a hurry to get here or there, eye contact was not made and walking was just another thing you needed to do to keep fit.  It is a part of life here.  As one of our readers suggested, bring deck shoes to traverse the cobblestones when wet and good walking shoes when they are dry.  Think of it as an old time go-kart, powered by down-hill velocity and no brakes…just your feet hitting the pavement, shoe leather smoking and the kart stopping hopefully before it hit a hydrant, light pole or whatever.  Walking is a joy, an adventure and a must in this small village. Your shoes are forever the brakes and the child within is free to be. Viva Mexico!

This is my salute to “Strawberry Fields Forever”.  We picked up strawberries at a street stand the other day.  These are real…believe it or not and the only one’s left.  They were delicious.

This is my salute to “Strawberry Fields Forever”. We picked up strawberries at a street stand the other day. These are real…believe it or not and the only one’s left. They were delicious.

On the same walk we came upon this wonderful street.

On the same walk we came upon this wonderful street.

And on the other side of the street....

And on the other side of the street....

Sunset and clouds.  Notice how the shadow of one clould can be seen on the other.  Amazingingly beautiful.

Sunset and clouds. Notice how the shadow of one clould can be seen on the other. Amazingingly beautiful.

I leave you with a smile that speaks volumes.  This is, without a doubt, the future of Mexico

I leave you with a smile that speaks volumes. This is, without a doubt, the future of Mexico

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5 Responses  
  • Joe & Jan Ritchie writes:
    July 29th, 20106:27 pmat

    Absolutely love this article! You are an amazing writer girl. Awesome photo of the strawberries.

    I too was in love…Elvis first then Ricky Nelson. Hee hee…Keep up the good work, for now… I will have to live vicariously through your articles.

    Jan

  • Les Wollam writes:
    July 29th, 201012:07 pmat

    Really enjoy the posts but think I especially liked this one. I had just watched Paul McCartney at the White House (he got the Gershwin music award) on PBS so really had that time period in mind. Paul and I have the same birthday (June 18th) but he is one year older then I, guess he was 64 first….
    Having grown up with the Nelsons on TV I loved Ricky also and of course the beach boys who I once saw free in Central Park in NYC, while sitting in an area now known as “Strawberry Field”.
    More and more I agree with -Nothing is real and nothing to get hung about.
    Another Les

  • Laurel writes:
    July 29th, 201010:55 amat

    Hi Les and David. What a pleasure to open up my e-mail and see another entry from paradise. Yes, Ricky Nelson was a heart-throb of mine too. I remember getting a 78 record of “Bebop Baby” at my 4th grade birthday party. OOOh, what a treasure that was.

    I think the most unique crush of a celebrety was with my older son when he was 7 years old.. The great love of his life was Nancy Regan. I’m sure he would turn purple if he knew I am writing his love history over the net.

    So good to get the recommendation to bring deck shoes to master the cobblestones. I’ll have to get some for when I head south again. Thanks for the advice.

  • Betty writes:
    July 29th, 201010:30 amat

    Thanks for an other good article. Tell David that I really enjoy the pictures of the street scenes. I love to see what the place looks like. The trees really have some great character. Wish I could talk my husband in moving down there. He thinks he is too old and tired. Oh well. I am going to enjoy your blog as much as possible.

  • Elin Lawrence writes:
    July 28th, 20106:55 pmat

    Loved this posting…as a child of the 60’s..loved the Beach Boys, Ricky Nelson ,the Beatles too. There is a saying about dance like no ones watching and sing like no one can hear, how true.
    Each posting makes me more and more excited about retiring to Ajijic in the future. You both seem to love the village life, walking everywhere, talking to people and enjoying the lifestyle of Mexico, learning new things each day.
    David’s photos are beautiful and capture the area perfectly.
    Keep us your articles I look forward to them.I am one person whose son’s is named David Lawrence and my niece is Leslie Lawrence. I have been forwarding her you articles. She is a Junior at URI majoring in textile design and French and gets a kick out of the other Les Lawrence!


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