It all started with my mother, putting me down for a nap a few times a day when I was an infant. My developing infant brain must have deemed mapping as a wonderful thing. In Kindergarten the teacher reinforced the napping tradition. And for reasons that I’ll never understand it was snatched painfully from my life as I entered the first grade. Putting you head on the desk and nodding off was frowned upon. As a matter of fact it would earn you a sharp rap across the knuckles with a ruler from your teacher. (They were allowed to do that in 1953) and somehow I grew into a productive (unscarred citizen) Do not attempt that now, the Politicaly Correct Police will pounce.
Wait a damn minute, for the first six years the nap was drilled into me, then cruelly removed, that in itself would scar any psyche for life, forget about the corporal punishment. But kids were tougher then.
Summertime; naps were allowed, unless a family outing was in the works, but a blanket under a spreading oak tree worked just fine. Then those pre-teen and teen years where your friends would chide you about napping, and we all wanted to be accepted as “COOL” so for a time the nap was abandoned as you matured into adulthood or what passes for adulthood.
I missed those restful naps, why had they forsaken me? The day has 24 hours, they surly can spare a few minutes here or a few minutes there for a nap, can’t they? I would wonder in awe over people I met who had careers that didn’t afford them a nap (or Nooner in Navy Parlance).
In 1964 Viet Nam was rampant and the draft was looming over my head. My father was a Navy man during the “Big One” WW-II So I meandered on down to the Boston Army Pier and volunteered for a hitch in the Navy. For the seconded reason I picked the Navy was you sailed on your hotel, vice carrying it on your back plus I never marched again after Boot Camp.
But there in boot camp in San Diego CA, I discovered that the Navy believed in and encouraged NAPS, Yes they had been returned to my life after a 12 year hiatus. March my ass anywhere you want, and the Company Commanded BT-1 John Bullock could thump my head with his white hat as often as he wanted, because I knew that at lunch, we would get to eat, and then a one hour nap. I was in heaven here on earth.
My first ship, USS SABINE AO-25 a squat dumpy Oiler home ported in Jacksonville Florida, I can remember humping my sea bag up the A-Com ladder to the well deck, and being told that I would have to wait until 1300 hours to check in as the crew was on a Nooner What, are they trying to reenlist me early and I only have four months in the Navy? Hi Honey I’m home!!!
The Shipboard nap, served a purpose, one important thing about napping, I learned about the second month on my new floating home, we had just dropped the hook in the harbor of Kingston Jamaica MON, and the Navy said: Go forth and earn you reputation as a sailor.” Aye aye sir is the proper response.
Liberty Call at 1600 hours, do you leave the ship, no said the old salt I had made friends with, you nap until 1800 and then take the 40 footer ashore. Party like its 1965 and head back to the ship at the designated time, in the desired condition, as determined by the fine rum that was served on the Island. The following morning you turn-to and commence ship’s work, lunch nap, back to work, afternoon nap, and repeat the previous night. You can rest when you die, or when the ship gets back to sea, but import…
In 1986 I retired, and opened a Night Club in Puerto Rico, the bar opened at 1700- and closed at 0500 hence the name: “The All Night Carnival”, the rest of the day was beach and sleep, being the former sailor in my storeroom at the bar was a cot, yes you can nap at night also.
Hurricane Hugo came along and nudged me in to a different lifestyle in Treasure Island Florida as an ABC Liquor store and lounge manager. What the hell are they thinking, 30 minutes for lunch, where the hell is the nap?
Of to Miami Florida to get my Merchant Seaman Document and Z-Card, as I knew that the Military Sealift Command, although crewed by Civmars (Merchant Seaman) they ran the ships on the same schedule as the Navy, Thank you Supreme Being for restoring my naps. Again following the same plan as I learned in Kinston Jamaica those many years before; order and the nap was back in my life, and the world was again spinning in its natural order once more. Suggested napping venues, the bed, the sofa, the Lazy boy, a hammock under that tree in your yard, the floor, the reclining seat in the car the list is endless and no matter where you nap you’ll wake up a better person for it. Now for a safety warning: You may not claim being passed out as napping in odd locations. Respect the power of the nap no matter what you call it, a lay down, power nap, battle nap recharging your batteries or in Great Britton it’s called kipping.
So now that I’m retired from everything, I’m teaching the power of the nap to a new generation, my grandson. Because if Lolo takes a nap, it must be what big men do? His mother loves the example I set. So my friends here on LiP and Facebook, when you notice that it is 0300 and I’m online here in the Philippines, have no fear, as the power of the nap allows this to happen, and to my Canadian friend John “C”, remember when you point out the time to me on Face Book, remember you also live in the Philippines and are just as awake as me. So there! (LOL)
I’m heading up to the second floor to read my android, and then…
Until next week.