Basketballs in the Living Room and Other Facts of Life
This column was orignally published in the Markham Economist and Sun.
Copyright N. J. Lindquist, 2014. Not to be reused without permission.
While entertaining guests in our living room recently, I happened to glance under the piano bench, and there in all its splendour sat a basketball.
Was I embarrassed? Well, yes. But I remembered, not for the first time, a column by Erma Bombeck I read years ago. It was about her embarrassment at having a basketball in the living room when an important visitor dropped by.
With four active sons, I’ve had my share of basketballs in the living room—and soccer balls, volleyballs, footballs, baseballs, tennis balls...I could go on. But the neat thing is that because of Erma’s column, I’ve been able to smile and say, “Erma would understand.”
As long as I can remember, I’ve enjoyed columns about ordinary life. As a child and teenager, I rushed to get the newspaper first so I could read Gregory Clark. Later it was Erma. It was my dream to one day write like them.
At university, I double-majored in Psychology and English, and I found the combination very meaningful—the one giving great insight into the other.
But practical matters needed to come first. Instead of living in a garret with my journals, I opted for teaching high school. Much better pay. And then came marriage and kids and....
When my husband and I moved from Regina to Mississauga in 1980, I thought it would be neat to write a column from the viewpoint of a newcomer to the city. I even managed to put a few thoughts on paper. But with three children under four—there was no time for more.
And soon I discovered Gary Lautens. Like Gregory and Erma, Gary helped me see ordinary things in a new way. Though I was living in a strange city where I knew no one, I wasn’t alone as long as I could read Gary’s column.
Time passed. In 1986 we were transferred to Markham after a year in Calgary. More experiences.
But I was busy homeschooling three kids while looking after an active toddler, added in 1984. No time yet to write.
When Gary Lautens died suddenly, there was such a hole where his column used to be that I longed to be able to write—not for the sake of writing, but because I missed his insights.
Quietly, I began to put down ideas as they came to me. Perhaps some day....
One by one, my children went off to high school and my homeschooling load diminished.
Shortly after my youngest son turned five, I began to find time to write. In fact, during the past eight years I have turned out over sixty magazine articles, several short stories, four novels for teens, a mystery....but never a column.
Last January, I decided the time had finally come, so I set some goals. What I wanted to write was the kind of column I’ve always enjoyed—talking about day-to-day life from a positive viewpoint.
I began by buying every “how-to write a column” book or tape I could find. I also attended a workshop taught by an experienced columnist.
Afterwards, I pulled out the ideas I had jotted down over the years. Yes, there were things I could talk about. And there are other things, too. Having lived this long—half a century—I have accumulated a whole host of experiences and ideas. And all of them will fit into my theme: life is what we live each minute of the day—good or bad, boring or joyous, tragic or comedic—and we need to make the best of it.
By the middle of October I had ten columns written.
Now came the hard part.
I dusted off my business suit and made the journey to the Markham Economist and Sun office, and...here I am—a columnist!
I’m not Gregory Clark, Erma Bombeck, or Gary Lautens. (Actually, I’m glad I’m not. None of them are still living.)
But I’ll be writing about all sorts of things that matter to people in Markham—living in community, handling relationships, homemaking, juggling a career, raising children, living with teenagers, becoming an in-law and grandparent, taking responsibility for elderly parents, being aware of the environment, making it through the day, and, of course, having basketballs in the living room..