And we had child geniuses in our neighborhood too! We built our own hotrods. You know, the kind with the baby buggy/shopping carts wheels? And don’t find an old chair; this determined backrest or not. When we were 5 or 6, 6 or 7, you remember that kid I hit in the nose with the shoe? We used to play outside when we discovered the lady across the street needed someone to go to the store for her on Saturdays. We had a hustle, woo hoo! Just like my oldest brother June who had a paper route. I remember arguing with the oldest brother all the time. There is nothing like mother’s apron when it comes to older siblings. A 10-cent bribe not to tell on him was rather…great. Moms always said we didn’t get alone. I thought we got along just fine.
Trick or Treat! Need I describe the ¼ full pillowcase or the lantern, bag, or pockets full of candy? I will say that when you got home, it was like pouring out pure gold.
Jiffy Pop popcorn. Family Classics with Frazier Thomas, 2-5 pm on Sundays as I remember. Classic movies with class acting. Moby Dick. Paul Muni. Public Enemy. Bette Davis. Captain’s Courageous. Loretta Young-remember when she wanted to get that letter back that her deranged husband had a hand in mailing.
In the first grade, Mrs. Walker’s class, room 107, we were given a list of spelling words. They straightened the hair up on the back of my neck. Here they are: Who. What. Where. When. And How. May as well have been supercalafra, yeah, that one. Where became What. When became Why. That is until my mother helped me to straighten it out alphabetically. W-H-A-T, now sound it out. Now see, that cant be Where, which has the rrrr or roar sound. Yeah, I didn’t rush to go outside that day. I wanted those words! I got them too. Heyyy! Went outside victorious that dayyy!
