Melody Hendrix
A Time to Live
Photos from the zoo.
Zebras!

Melody Hendrix
A Time to Live
Zebras!
SUNDAY MEMORIES
Judy Wills
When I was a small child, we lived in Dallas, Texas. My mother’s mother and father lived in San Antonio, so it was probably a short ride (about four hours in today’s time) for a trip to visit with Granny and Grandpa. I have many pictures of my brother and me in Granny’s yard. They lived in the country, so there were lots of animals – particularly peacocks, cats and dogs. Interesting times.
Mother told me once that, as I was sitting on Granny’s back step, they heard me scream and then cry out. When they rushed to see what was the matter – they discovered that the peacock had plucked my peanut butter and jelly sandwich out of my hand, and I was furious!
San Antonio has a lot to offer – whether you are living there or just visiting. And we found that one of the best zoos in this country is in San Antonio. I actually remember visiting there often. Remember – we moved from Texas to New Mexico when I was just four years old – so that is a long memory! But one memory that has stayed with me for a very long time, is the elephant ride we took. I have pictures of my brother and me on one of the elephants.
While I don’t know whether or not the San Antonio Zoo still offers those elephant rides, I do know the zoo was still offering elephant rides when our girls were young and we were living in San Antonio. I have pictures of both our girls – along with me – on an elephant ride. I’m not sure Janet remembers that ride – she was pretty young – but I’m pretty sure that Karen does.
Apparently an elephant ride isn’t such an uncommon event. Fred’s sister and her husband took a trip to Africa not too long ago, and they took an elephant ride, as well!
It’s always been interesting to me just what my mind has stored away. But it only takes a comment, or a picture, to bring an event back into focus. And the elephant ride of my childhood stands out as a grand event.
Thanks to DiVoran for continuing to cover for me while I am away.Enjoy.
I love to hear the noises of the Gibbon apes at the Brevard County zoo. Last Tuesday I got there in time for the apera (short a) and the Gibbons were indeed singing. One was in the cement bunker whoo-whooing out and the other was outside answering in. The bunker made a fine echo and I think they appreciated it. You could hear them all over the zoo, and people were stopping to watch and listen as they always do.
I thought I’d walk around to a place where I could see better, but I ended up next to the kangaroo compound in Australia so I went back to where I was. Now, however, both apes were singing from inside.
“There aren’t any apes in there,” I heard a tall young man say to a grandmotherly lady in a red straw hat, “that’s just a recording,” he went on, “to make the zoo seem more lively.”
“Oh,” the lady said, in a disappointed voice.
I told myself to mind my own business, but when the young man started to walk away, I took my chance and sidled up to the other woman.
“The apes are in there,” I said, “I saw one of them not five minutes ago.”
“I’d much rather hear that,” her face beamed.
“Me too,” I said. “Maybe, we’ll see them if we come back in a little while. Don’t they make a lovely noise, though.” She agreed.
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