Whatchamacallit....

Thought and Poem – March 30, 2015

When we were younger, when we were kids, we really did not have to worry about much. Sure we had some chores to do, we had to go to school, but most of our free time was spent playing games. Who was in a hurry to grow up? WE WERE!

We just couldn’t leave well enough alone, and enjoy our lives as they were; we always wanted to do the things adults did. Little did we realize that as adults, our “games” would take a different kind of twist.

Right about when we reach forty, our once strong minds start to play “mind” games with us. When we try to remember what we are supposed to be doing, and those around us are trying to help us remember, the only word that comes to my mind that seems to come around during these times is, “whatchamacallit!”

Yes? It happens to the best of us. What did I do with the “whatchamacallit?” Put the dog in the “sink, the bedroom, the car….rats…whatchamacallit…OUTSIDE! It seems you call out four or five different words or phrases…than the one you really want to say…because you can’t remember. When this happens, our family members, or other people around us…may tend to look at us as if we had two heads. Well what do they know….”IF” we had two heads…the “whatchamacallit” would echo! You know…“Whatchamacallit, whatchamacallit!” Hello!

Even though we do NOT have two heads, the echo will come at some point later in our life, it may be that “whatchamacallit” is the only word we will remember? But this time in our lives, we may not remember

What about you? Do you think that this will never happen to you…that you will never use the word “whatchamacallit?” Okay, maybe you won’t…so what will it be, “Thingamajig?” Share your thoughts with us…Jeanne Claire Probst

“Whatchamacallit”

Getting older can be fun,

It is when the “real living” has begun,

When you try to think back on all the things in life that you did,

Everything you try to remember and you can’t, seems to become a “whatchamacallit.”

Like, remember the name of that “whatchamacallit,” guy you danced with back in Junior High?

And the name of that “whatchamacallit” stuff we wore on our eyes?

And what was the name of the crazy “whatchamacallit” clothing we wore that we just had to have?

And the “whatchamacallit” stuff our fathers did to embarrass us when we made him mad?

Who figured that we would end up forgetting all the important details of our past?

That we were sure we would never forget should someone ask.

But when we hit forty, our memory banks closed down the vaults of our brains,

And forgetting became another woe for us to deal with, from day to day.

After we hit fifty or sixty we didn’t seem to care,

Because “whatchamacallit” was added to our vocabulary to replace words that should have been there.

And if we live on to seventy, eighty, ninety, or even still more years,

“Whatchamacallit,” is one word people around us will repeatedly hear!

Jeanne Claire Probst

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