Dammitt!!...
When I was a young whippersnapper,back when the world was brought to you in black and white,mom's did the housework wearing cotton dresses and high-heels,and our government knew exactly what was best for us,we had three neighborhood characters every child feared...
Crazy Eddy: Who would turn his bicycle upside down,crank the pedals so the rear wheel would spin,and shout "The British are coming!"
Crazy Nellie: Who thought the snails were her babies,and hit Tommy Kratzmar with a baseball bat for picking them up...and..
The Lady with the phony-ponytail:Who would come out of her front door screaming "Dammitt!!" when she spotted any of us misbehavers playing in her yard..and one time the screen door, (remember those heavy wood framed ones that were hooked to the door frame by a huge metal spring?), slammed shut behind her and yanked the ponytail right off her head...
sigh...
Life was good...
Crazy Eddy: Who would turn his bicycle upside down,crank the pedals so the rear wheel would spin,and shout "The British are coming!"
Crazy Nellie: Who thought the snails were her babies,and hit Tommy Kratzmar with a baseball bat for picking them up...and..
The Lady with the phony-ponytail:Who would come out of her front door screaming "Dammitt!!" when she spotted any of us misbehavers playing in her yard..and one time the screen door, (remember those heavy wood framed ones that were hooked to the door frame by a huge metal spring?), slammed shut behind her and yanked the ponytail right off her head...
sigh...
Life was good...
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ahhhh...life was good weren't it.
I hope to remembered in future adults memories as one of them crazy people...as I age I am perfecting those memories for them.
the one crazy woman that I can think of just now was the mother of two of our street cricket/football "gang"...that woman was so fucking mean even her own kids wouldn't go retrieve the ball when it landed in her yard.
"it's your bloody mother go get it"..."fuck you I ain't getting it"
so the next game we played was who could get in, find the ball and get out of her yard without her screeching out her window [she never or very rarely came outside] in her guttural German.
haha, love those old black and white memories!
the only thing i'll be able to tell my kids about was the white trash neigbor yelling at her half-black daughter to get her ass in gear so they could go to morning mass. "god don't care if you got a nappy head! he loves you just the way you are - ashy and kinky!" are words i couldn't forget even if i tried.
LOL! I bet that was worth a good laugh. There are a buncha things from my childhood that I'll never foget ... I just can't seem to remember what they are right now...
Hey, sometimes I do housework in cotton dresses and high heels! Am I in black and white? Again?
dammit
i miss those duck and cover days when you could escape a nuclear bomb by crawling under a desk.
i wonder if bin-laden has one of those magic desks in the desert.
I do all my housework in high heels. And a little french maid costume. Too much info, right?
Maybe the ponytail was real but the rest of her wasn't.
As a kid,you think all things are constant.Crazy Eddy,crazy Nellie,and the lady with the phony ponytail would always be there...and that was okay.
I did worry a lot about having to go fight the Nazis when I grew up..You know,..like my dad,and uncles.
I think about this whenever I deal with kids.
I think I'll be the old man that used to play his guitar,do some amazing (to a kid)card tricks,and always smelled like whiskey..and that's okay too.
I was always afraid of being the old man that sits on the porch and shoos kids out of the yard. There would probably be some whiskey somewhere in there too...:)
It still is good Sling. Happy Thanksgiving
yup...and memories of me and my cousins playing havoc on one of our other cousins..and doing such bottlely harm to him that we had standard replies to 'Ya'll know you're gonna kill that boy some day.' 'uh huh'...'yup'....'nah...we were real careful when we stung him up in the tree Daddy Red, and the fire was real small...plus we was the indians and he was the cowboy..'
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