Patty Booth O’Neill
I’ve started Christmas shopping. I’m know for beginning in August, done way before Christmas, but this year I’ve put it off.
I went wandering around the mall, avoiding the kiosks in the center. I learned a few years ago that the day after Christmas they are gone. One year I bought teeth whitening gift certificates to use by the time my daughter’s wedding came around in August. The salesman assured me they would still be good. $100 each. Never got to use them. After Christmas customer service at the mall couldn’t, wouldn’t help me.
So now my teeth still do not glow in the dark.
Even more aggravating than disappearing holiday businesses are the people in center of the mallway who grab you as you walk by. “This salt scrub comes straight out of the Dead Sea, the oil comes from Israel. You have plenty of money but you have only one face. Miss you need this!” I feel rude, but I manage to escape.
I make it past the next booth, only to be snagged by the girl selling miracle flat irons. “You can show me, but I won’t buy anything,” I say.
“That’s okay, just give me five minutes. Today they are two for one, only $150,” she says. As I sit she takes a lock of my hair and straightens it. Then she takes a hunk and turns into curls, then straightens it again. So much I can do to my hair. So easy. The more I say I don’t want it the more of my hair she transforms. When I leave without a purchase (as I promised I would) the look of disappointment on her face makes my heart drop. It almost worked, but I left and made my way dodging the throngs of the pushy sales people that now inhabit the center of the mall.
I notice in some of the big department stores that instead of tags saying “Made in a foreign country by child labor” they now say “Imported” or “Thought of in America” (but made in some other country by child labor or incredibly underpaid laborers).
I leave the mall, make it to Pier Village to take photos of the Tree Lighting and Santa, then go to my inlaws for dinner and finally home to do some work on the computer. Time for bed I finally get a
chance to look in mirror. My hair was so limp from the $150 flat iron treatment, I looked like Marla Hooch from “A League of Their Own.” The one John Lovitz says to, “Are you coming? See, how it works is, the train moves, not the station!”
The next day I head to Toys R Us to find something for the love of my life, my joy, Charlotte, my 18-month old granddaughter.
One of her favorite activities is being pulled in a rusty, squeaky Radio Flyer wagon my brother Mike found at a yard sale. She loves it. So I figured I’d buy her a new one for Christmas.
I meander down every possible aisle looking for other presents, too.
Lumps of plastic. Big lumps of brightly colored plastic shaped like dolls. They laughed, giggled, lit up, jumped up and down making baby noises, they peed, one farted, (yes farted).
I search for Thumbelina, Chatty Kathy. I remember how they smelled when I opened the package up for Christmas when I was five years old.
The lumps of plastic in Toys R Us didn’t even smell the same. I wasn’t sure what they were made of. I was getting depressed.
But the thought of looking at wagons cheer me up and I make my way to the rear of the store. Huge lumps of plastic shaped like wagons. Some had a table that popped up in the middle so adorable children could dine while they were being towed to the park.
“Graaaanddddmaaa ssstop ssso I can ddrrrriinnnkkk mmmy sssippppeee.”
They range from $100 to $200. Now I was getting angry and look up wagons made in America on my phone. Berlin Flyer (Berlin, Ohio) were sold at Home Depot.
I did buy a lump of plastic molded into an indoor slide on sale for $35. As I make my way to the check out a sales person asks me if I found everything okay. “I was looking for a wagon,” I told him so I could make my point.
“We have wagons in the back.”
“Do you have any that aren’t made out of plastic?”
“No we don’t.”
“Do you have any made in America?”
“No,” he leans in and says sotte voce, “nothing in this store is made in America.”
I get to the checkout. “Would you like to buy a waranty for $7 in case something goes wrong?”
“I’d rather throw it away,” I answer. She thinks that’s funny and starts to laugh. I had to laugh along with her. I’d rather feel clever than angry and frustrated.
But really all I wanted was a choice. An “imported” lump of plastic, or made in America. Let me have a choice.
Eatontown Memorial Student is 10,000th Child to Benefit from Free Vision Screening by New Jersey’s Eatontown Lions Club The Eatontown Lions Club began its sixth year of vision screening with a bang on Thursday, September 14, 2023. As a result of partnering with the Eatontown and Ocean Township School Districts the Lions club provided the 10,000th free vision screening. On Thursday in recognition as the 10,000th screening recipient, Ashton Vassor, an eighth-grade student at Eatontown’s Memorial School, was given a citation and gift card from the Lions Club. Ashton has been screened annually by the Lions since second grade. Also given a Lions Club Certificate was Memorial School Nurse Lucy Craig, one of the first Eatontown School District nurses to collaborate with the Lions when vision screening began in 2017. She was Ashton’s school nurse at Meadowbrook School when his vision was first screened. Working in conjunction with school nurses, vision screenings are done annually by the Eatontown Lions in September and October for students in Pre-K through 8th grade. “We really appreciate your help as well as the support of the Lions. Your work and partnership with us make a difference. The vision screening process as well as the resources the Lions provide to our students if a vision problem is discovered help our students to be in a better position to learn and succeed. Thank you.” said Scott T. McCue, Superintendent Eatontown Public Schools More than 12 million school-age children in the United States have some form of vision problem. Many vision problems run the risk of becoming permanent if not corrected by the time the eye reaches full maturity. Vision also plays an important role in education. According to educational experts, 80 percent of learning is visual. “Early screening leads to early detection, which helps ensure that children get the follow-up care they need,” said Club President Linda Butler. “We want to make sure that cor