I’ve been making a list — and checking it twice — of things that have been disappearing in my lifetime.
Waxing nostalgic, let me begin with encyclopedias, VCRs and video stores. I have included manual transmissions, along with classified ads, clocks with hands, road maps, cursive writing and almost everything to do with Alexander Graham Bell — pay phones, land lines, phone booths, phone books and fax machines.
(I would add parking meters to the endangered list, but they have made a rather unfortunate reappearance in downtown Macon.)
Which brings me to mistletoe.
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Although I’m not willing to place it on any vanishing watchlist, I’m concerned about its welfare. Whatever happened to the holiday tradition of kissing under the mistletoe?
Tis’ the season to pucker up. Or sneak up on a cheek. Has innocence been rattled by the #MeToo movement and “Baby, It’s Cold Outside” backlash?
Sigh.
Mistletoe is not in any danger of becoming extinct. In rural areas, it grows like weeds. In some neighborhoods, it’s urban sprawl across the tops of trees.
It mostly stays undercover, hidden by foliage for much of the year. You never really notice it clinging high in the branches until the bare-limb landscape of winter arrives, and its clusters are visible up there with the squirrel nests.
To be regarded as a symbol of romance, mistletoe isn’t getting much love these days. I don’t know
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