by Roy Hodge
I found myself in a somewhat familiar situation this week. When lacking a column topic I began to do some reminiscing.
When I was a kid:
The next door neighbor kid used to entertain himself by dropping bricks or heavy rocks on the tops of my favorite metal trucks on the other side of the fence between our properties.
I lost many of my “treasures” by dropping them down the space (a few inches) between the stairs to our attic and the wall. I bet they are still there.
I often kept grasshoppers in a mayonnaise jar with grass in the bottom and holes punched in the top.
We spent most of our weekly allowance of 35 cents on popsicles at Steve’s corner grocery store.
My brother, sister and I rushed down the stairs on winter mornings to be able to sit over the warm air register in the living room floor.
We used to wait by the front of our driveway when it was time for our father to come home from work so we could ride to the other end on the running boards on the family’s 1936 Chevrolet.
When we got our first television set I thought it was very entertaining to see Uncle Miltie dress as a woman.
I also liked Howdy Doody, Buffalo Bob and Clarabelle the Clown, as well as Kukla, Fran and Ollie.
I don’t know if I would have eaten as many Cheerios as I did if I hadn’t needed the box tops to send for neat Lone Ranger stuff.
My brother and I spent the trips home from our aunt and uncle’s home in Oneida by making a makeshift tent in the car’s back seat. We did that by attaching one end of a blanket to the rope hangers on the back of the front seats, and tucking the other end into the back of the back seat.
Then, in our improvised, and more than slightly uncomfortable tent, we jockeyed for space, jabbed, poked, and finally settled down for the long ride home, when our father carried us into the house and our beds.
Mr. Birnbaum was my favorite teacher when I was in high school. One of the reasons for that was that he saved me and my friends from many hours of detention by picking us up on the way to school and getting us there on time.
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