Father's Day hugs and kisses to all the guys out there who make a difference

Fathers, like so many other things, have evolved and changed over the years, but their influence and importance, has, if anything, increased. Our families are smaller so we no longer have the influence of other relatives to help to take the place of fathers who worked long hours or who were often away from home. Additionally, there are more outside distractions and influences; many contradictions to the values our families would like to instill.

Where Dad’s word once ruled supreme, there are many more women who are balancing the role of breadwinner and sole parent. Years ago, sons followed their father’s vocation; inheriting his life values along with his work skills. Fathers today need to make a special effort to create time with their families that will offer opportunities to discuss and exemplify the morals and standards they wish to pass on.

My younger son, Steve recently remarked that he never realized how hard Val must have worked so that the family could live in a nice home, in a good school district; he had always taken it all for granted. Although I was an only child and always wished for brothers and sisters, I was so fortunate to have two fathers in my life.

My Dad, Walter, was raised by a widowed mother and two maiden Aunts with the result that he felt women could accomplish anything and everything. He was however, taciturn and quiet; difficult to know although the few rules he felt were important were made very clear and were absolutely unbreakable.

It was from my father that I received a “moral compass” which guides my life to this day. My other father, was a childless uncle with whom I spent every summer. Uncle Gill and his wife, Debbie, lived in a lovely rural area of Michigan, near a picturesque lake and Gill’s workplace was just down the road from their home. He was in charge of a forest fire experiment station where the small group was developing new machines and methods of fighting forest fires.

I was able to “visit” his workplace daily and watch the men at work, climb the fire tower and spot the far-off signs of smoke, see, first hand, the devastation a forest fire could bring, drive a tractor, learn to handle a gun and a bow and arrow, swim, pitch a tent ... all the many skills that a “city girl” would never have experienced.

Also, since my time with them was limited, Gill, an easygoing, outdoorsman with a ready laugh, made sure to plan outings and special trips with me during that summer period. Away from all the cultural attractions of my winter city life, I learned how special it could be to hear stories by a campfire, or to take an evening drive and count the number of deer that you could see.

Fourth of July was celebrated with a few other families sharing picnic food down at the lake; then lying on a blanket and watching while the grown ups set off a few sparklers and fireworks. I have never again tasted corn on the cob and blueberry pie as good as it was on those picnics. Gill and Walter — two very different types of men but both shaped my future relationships with other men and how I developed as a woman.

I remember them both with great admiration and love this Father’s Day. And to all you men, currently shouldering the difficult and sometimes unrewarding job of fatherhood, know that your work and effort will be appreciated at some future date. Meanwhile, thank you and Happy Father’s Day!

Contact Jean Cherni, certified senior adviser for Senior Living Solutions and Pearce Plus, a helpful, full-service program for seniors contemplating a move, at jeancherni@sbcglobal.net or 49 Rose St. Apt. 510, Branford, 06405.

Well, snap my straps; wait till you hear the latest from Jockey

Last week, I was bemoaning the number of “new and improved” contrivances that instead of simplifying life have resulted in techno-stupification; a pitiful condition in which a machine assumes complete control over the human it is supposedly serving.

Not content with confusing us with more complicated machines, the makers of Jockey, the unglamorous, bread-and-butter type underwear, have decided to introduce an entire new range of brassiere sizes. Never mind that for years, movie stars and Miss America have been branded not only by their names, but by their bra size as well. Magazines reported on who was a 36-23-36 and, of course, Dolly Parton was known for her ample bra size as well as her voice.

Victoria’s Secret made sexy lingerie and cleavage for all, perfectly acceptable.

However, sizes remained the same. A 1-inch difference between the breast at its fullest point, minus the rib cage equals an A cup, a 2-inch difference, a B cup, etc.

Jockey researchers scanned almost 1,000 women, studying breast shapes and other measurements of a woman’s torso and have come up with 10 cup sizes; not just bigger sizes, but different shapes, as well.

In order to be fitted, one would assume you would need the help of an experienced “bra fitter” in the privacy of a dressing room in a department store. Wrong!

The bras, which cost $60, will only be sold online. To find your fit, you also purchase a kit with 10 plastic cups in varying shapes, along with a measuring tape. The kit, incidentally, costs an additional $19.95. Someone with a 36-inch rib cage, but pointed breasts might be a 5-36 for example.

Frankly, I wish they would make women’s clothing sizes more standardized and simpler rather than add new complexities to the buying process.

And plastic cups!!! Sounds uncomfortably similar to that annual breast exam we all hate. Although the newspapers are filled with expensive watches to give Dad this Father’s Day, I think Jockey should treat the sexes fairly, and develop a $60 man’s brief, also with a range of cup sizes. That way, any politician, wishing to impress women on Twitter or Facebook, need only to send his Jockey measurements; no photos required.

If you’ll excuse the pun, I think Jockey’s expensive, new idea will prove a bust.

If Dad already has a watch and you would rather treat the entire family to a memorable outing, I highly recommend the current Goodspeed production, “Good News.” Filled with wonderful old songs like “The Best Things in Life Are Free,” “You’re The Cream in My Coffee” and “Life is Just a Bowl of Cherries,” and performed by a talented and energetic cast that had the entire theater stomping in time, it’s a wonderful treat for everyone.

Contact Jean Cherni, certified senior adviser for Senior Living Solutions and Pearce Plus, a helpful, full-service program for seniors contemplating a move, at jeancherni@sbcglobal.net.

'New and improved' gadgets not always the best choice

Malcolm Gladwell, in his popular new book “The Tipping Point,” claims there is a “moment of critical mass,” “a boiling point” that causes things to happen, to take off, become popular and successful.

It has occurred to me lately, when I have taken the opportunity to replace several older pieces of equipment, that there is another kind of tipping point.

That is the point beyond which so called improvements become liabilities — at least for that segment of the population without “technocrat” degrees. Since many of my home office machines were of an advanced age, I felt it made sense to upgrade for my new home office.
I was accustomed to and dependent upon my 13-year-old Panasonic answering/fax machine. Disappointed that Staples no longer carried it, I called Panasonic and after finally reaching a live person, was able to order the new, improved version.

When it arrived, not only was the new, improved version twice as large, it now also featured a printer, a scanner and additional features I did not need. I was not able to figure out the most important function for me — answering my phone when I am not at home — as there were no printed instructions; only a computer disc, and my new home computer is not yet set up.

I am using my old computer at the office. Once I have the new computer set up and master all its various, new idiosyncrasies, maybe I will be able to play the answering machine disc and figure out how that works.

Although I do appreciate some of the new features on my recently purchased Honda CRV, I miss all the wonderful tapes I can no longer play. I loved driving along to Judy Garland in concert at the Palace or joining Old Blue Eyes in singing “Come Fly with Me.”

By the time I am able to replace them or convert them, undoubtedly something new and improved will be in vogue. I also had taped many interesting television specials; now, only my old television is capable of replaying them.

Even something as seemingly simple as finding a favorite food at the supermarket can present a challenge. The peanut butter I have loved since childhood has been “fortified and improved,” plain bottled water is newly presented as a “power-packed energy drink.” And while manufacturers may think we haven’t noticed, it is obvious: We are paying more for reduced sizes of most foods.

Most of all, this constant “improving” leaves me feeling incompetent and even a bit helpless at times, a feeling I resent and reject. Our generation needs to feel valued and revered; aging is hard enough without the added insult of having to turn for help to some pre-puberty smart aleck.

Perhaps thinking about “new and improved” and how fast the world seems to be changing made me nostalgic for a different age, but finally I did get to visit the Yale Center for British Art and its “Edwardian Opulence: British Art at the Dawn of the Twentieth Century” exhibit. What a fabulous collection of paintings, ball gowns, jewelry and accessories from the early 1900s.

The collection and presentation would do credit to a major New York City museum. I apologize that I did not get to the exhibit sooner in order to alert and encourage readers to go. Your last chance is today from noon to 5 p.m. Try to go; I promise, it is most worthwhile.

Contact Jean Cherni, certified senior adviser for Senior Living Solutions and Pearce Plus, a helpful, full-service program for seniors contemplating a move, at jeancherni@sbcglobal.net or 15 The Ponds at 101 Hotchkiss Grove, Branford 06405.

Giving good advice and following it are two separate issues

As I approach the final days before my move, when all about me is no longer in its usual place and I am beginning to feel like a displaced person. I am trying to do what I remind the clients whom I help to move to do, and that is to take short, calming breaks; a walk; read an interesting brief article; go out for a quick meal — any change of scene that will relieve the stress and help you remain calm.

This is vitally important because we know that after death and divorce, making a move is one of the biggest stress producers. Chronic stress exposes the body to stress hormones that narrow the blood vessels and ramp up blood pressure, increasing the risk of stroke.

Research in Denmark found that people who reported feeling highly stressed had an 89 percent higher risk of dying after a stroke than those who reported feeling little stress.

Experts suggest some of the following ways to manage your emotions and avoid stress:

-Be aware of your feelings. Pay attention to what gets you upset and what calms you down.

-Take an aforementioned break. Flying off the handle never helps. Take time out to meditate or do something physical.

-Get some perspective. How important is this situation? Are your reactions over the top? If someone else is having a “bad day,” refuse to let it affect yours.

-Analyze the situation. Think about what is really bothering you and why. You don’t have to bottle up your feelings, but you need to express them appropriately.

-Get help if you need it. Counseling or talking with a friend can help. (For me, this has meant saying “yes” to friends’ offers of help in packing.)

I have very much missed my exercise swim class these past weeks, but balancing my work and a move just didn’t leave time for that as well. Anyway, you get ample exercise cleaning out closets, dresser drawers, the basement and by packing boxes.

Of course, we all know that sleep is the brain’s restorative. I guarantee that if you are doing any of the getting-ready-to-move activities, you will fall asleep the minute your head hits the pillow and sometimes, unintentionally, even before that. What you may not know is that while you are slumbering peacefully, your brain is busy consolidating new memories, practicing skills and even working on solutions to your problems.

Unless you have enough sleep, concentration, planning, problem solving, reaction time and even IQ suffer. A person who has been awake for 21 hours is said to function as poorly as someone who is legally drunk. (However, I have been known to remark to friends that the best way to make quick decisions about what to get rid of when moving is in that carefree, nothing-really-matters state that complete inebriation produces.)

These next weeks, as I live out of a suitcase during a complete kitchen renovation in my new “digs,” I will let you know if I am successful at following my own advice. Life has come full circle, and I’m going back to the way I started out ... Ready or not, apartment living, here I come!

P.S. Many thanks to so many friends and pet lovers who responded when I wrote about the need to find new homes for my two cats. Sue Wharfe of The Shoreline Village Association has been helpful, but I still need to find a home for my remaining cat, Ginger.

Contact Jean Cherni, certified senior adviser for Senior Living Solutions and Pearce Plus, a helpful, full-service program for seniors contemplating a move, at jeancherni@sbcglobal.net.