OK. I confess. I really CAN cook. It's just that I have major disasters due to lack of focus. There are so many things I'd rather be doing! Like going to the dentist or having a mammogram. I tend to start cooking and then forget that something is in or on the stove until it's too late. The kids always thought the smoke alarm was the dinner bell.
The first thing I ever made was a cake. I remember my Dad trying to cut it; he finally had to break off a chunk against the edge of the table. And once my Mom had the flu and gave me directions for dinner. "Roll the chicken in crushed corn flakes and bake it for 45 minutes," she told me. NEVER did she say anything about cutting it up! I confess it was difficult to roll a whole chicken in cornflakes but I gotherdone! When the chicken bled at it's first cut, Dad pushed back his plate and left the table.
I pretty much got religion thru the kitchen. Our minister came over to visit when I was 10. I had burned a bunch of cookies (was busy reading a book). He insisted on eating some anyway. "I like burned cookies" he told me. I was so impressed that I started actually listening to his sermons.
Speaking of minister's visits I'll never forget having the minister over for dinner soon after Elaine was born..fixed some kind of beef on the grill and it just wouldn't get done. Slapped it on some buns and it kept bleeding all over the plate. It was one hot mess. I was embarassed but tried to make light of the situation by saying things like "Moooo....guess it's still alive!" or "I should take this back to the barn." He and his wife never cracked a smile. It was horrible!!
Potlucks at work...mine was always the dish left over. Didn't know chicken noodle soup could turn gray. Everything I made always looked like roadkill.
I was responsible for fixing dinner every evening as a teenager when I got home from school as I usually got home an hour or so before Mom..(she was a teacher) Most of those meals were pretty darn good. And my kids always loved my creamed turkey on biscuits. Actually represented Mongomery County at the Ohio State Fair for "Yeast Breads" as a 4-H member one year. So the potential is there ........
Tuesday, June 28, 2011
Monday, June 27, 2011
Welcome to my "potty"
On the way to the pool this morning Sunny 95 was asking for callers to tell about when their children developed "potty" mouth and how it was dealt with. Seems like a good topic.....
Being a somewhat aggressive driver, I was both shocked and ashamed one morning on the way to the sitter's to hear a wee little voice from the depths of the baby seat say, "F- ing idiot! F-ing idiot!. Wow. Practically her first words. How embarassing. But I knew if I acted horrified it would just get repeated again and again. So- I said a prayer that Elaine would FORGET about it and I cleaned up my driving language to "idiotic pea-brained turkey". Luckily it never happened again.
However, looking back at her baby calendar there is an entry that says, "she says damn a lot!"
The girls used to do a tag team- one would say "sh", then the other would say, "it!" They would get going really fast with obvious results. Then they would both grin at me and say ,"we're not doing anything bad, Mom!" Creative kids. They also loved to have conversations about Hoover "damn"- again asssuring me that
they were not saying anything bad!
Had a relapse several years back- took Les and her friend, Alison, to Pickerington to a viewing for a former classmate of theirs who had passed away. Coming back it was dark, rainy, and I was upset, and unfamiliar with the area. There weren't any speed limit signs so I decided to drive 40; that way if the speed limit was 45 I wasn't too slow and if it was 35 I was doing my normal... Some guy was right on my tail. It was only 2 lanes. Eventually we reached a point where the road became 4 lanes and he pulled up beside me at a light. He motioned for me to roll down my window; I thought he wanted directions or something. Instead he says, really snotty, "Can you drive any slower!?" I think it really surprised him when I said, "how would you like for me to knock the s*ht out of you you f-ing a-hole"?? I don't know what came over me, I really don't. He took off and stayed far away from me! I immediately apologized to Alison, who said 'It's ok, Mrs P, my Mom does it all the time.!" Hmmm....sorry for the expose, Kim!
Being a somewhat aggressive driver, I was both shocked and ashamed one morning on the way to the sitter's to hear a wee little voice from the depths of the baby seat say, "F- ing idiot! F-ing idiot!. Wow. Practically her first words. How embarassing. But I knew if I acted horrified it would just get repeated again and again. So- I said a prayer that Elaine would FORGET about it and I cleaned up my driving language to "idiotic pea-brained turkey". Luckily it never happened again.
However, looking back at her baby calendar there is an entry that says, "she says damn a lot!"
The girls used to do a tag team- one would say "sh", then the other would say, "it!" They would get going really fast with obvious results. Then they would both grin at me and say ,"we're not doing anything bad, Mom!" Creative kids. They also loved to have conversations about Hoover "damn"- again asssuring me that
they were not saying anything bad!
Had a relapse several years back- took Les and her friend, Alison, to Pickerington to a viewing for a former classmate of theirs who had passed away. Coming back it was dark, rainy, and I was upset, and unfamiliar with the area. There weren't any speed limit signs so I decided to drive 40; that way if the speed limit was 45 I wasn't too slow and if it was 35 I was doing my normal... Some guy was right on my tail. It was only 2 lanes. Eventually we reached a point where the road became 4 lanes and he pulled up beside me at a light. He motioned for me to roll down my window; I thought he wanted directions or something. Instead he says, really snotty, "Can you drive any slower!?" I think it really surprised him when I said, "how would you like for me to knock the s*ht out of you you f-ing a-hole"?? I don't know what came over me, I really don't. He took off and stayed far away from me! I immediately apologized to Alison, who said 'It's ok, Mrs P, my Mom does it all the time.!" Hmmm....sorry for the expose, Kim!
Friday, June 24, 2011
Curiosity
I've always been interested in just about EVERYTHING. Had lofty goals as a kid- like attempting to read every book in our local library and reading the entire Encyclopedia Brittanica. Made a pretty good dent at the library but got really bogged down with the encyclopedia- didn't get past Vol. I.
Once tried the phone directory. Couldn't figure out why there were so many guys named Jas, Thos, and Chas in there and I had never met anyone with those names!
At an early age, like most 5 year olds, I was curious about the opposite sex. I knew my brother, aged 7, was different somehow. We made an appointment to meet out in the field next to our house and have a "show and tell." What an exciting opportunity! I had to go first and gave my brother a peek. About that time my Mom came looking for us, somehow sensing that something was up. We got in BIG trouble and darn it! I never did get to see HIM! So thanks to the good old encyclopedia, I thought guy's private parts looked like fig leaves for many years! (The only pictures I could find were of Greek statues)
Once tried the phone directory. Couldn't figure out why there were so many guys named Jas, Thos, and Chas in there and I had never met anyone with those names!
At an early age, like most 5 year olds, I was curious about the opposite sex. I knew my brother, aged 7, was different somehow. We made an appointment to meet out in the field next to our house and have a "show and tell." What an exciting opportunity! I had to go first and gave my brother a peek. About that time my Mom came looking for us, somehow sensing that something was up. We got in BIG trouble and darn it! I never did get to see HIM! So thanks to the good old encyclopedia, I thought guy's private parts looked like fig leaves for many years! (The only pictures I could find were of Greek statues)
Wednesday, June 22, 2011
Think of all the starving children....
Topic at lunch today.... how our parents made us eat everything on our plates AND try some of everything!
This was a sensitive topic for me..I always hated being told what to do and found every way possible to out think the 'rents. We were always told. "Think of the starving children in the world who would be happy to have what you have." "Yeah," I'd always think, "I'd gladly give it to them!"
I particularly HATED peas, beets, lima beans and most dreaded..sweet potatoes! Of those I now only like peas- still hate the others! As far as I'm concerned beets are only good for dye, and lima beans are like little sand bags; so use them to build little levees. Sweet potatoes make me want to puke but they do make nice houseplants.
As a kid we had to remain at the table until we had eaten 2 bites of EVERYTHING. Of course I tried waiting it out. I can't tell you how many hours I actually spent at the table staring at sweet potatoes. But my parents were really hard asses about it. It was quite the control struggle. So eventually I had to try other tactics. Like pretending to eat a bite and letting it sneakily drop to the floor under the table. Well of course my Mom found it; I don't think I had thought that one out too well. Eventually I found that if I waited til the dreaded food was the last on my plate , I could stuff it all in my mouth- then act like I was going back outside to play. Then I would find a likely spot, dig a little hole, spit it out and bury it! That worked most of the time. Going directly to the bath room to spit it out would have been a red flag, unfortunately. There's still something about the taste of sweet potatoes that just makes me ill.
As a parent myself, I vowed never to put my kids through that. It seemed so silly and such a waste of time- not one of those battles worth fighting. Then having a child on chemotherapy for 2 1/2 years gives it a whole different perspective. You literally feed them ANYTHING that sounds good to them! If they don't want to eat someting you let it go.....and to be fair you do the same for your other children; it's just easier.
BTW putting the aspirin between 2 slices of bread (at age 8) while in theory a good idea, did not in all practicality work out. Thought I would never know when I ate it.... Bit right into it!
This was a sensitive topic for me..I always hated being told what to do and found every way possible to out think the 'rents. We were always told. "Think of the starving children in the world who would be happy to have what you have." "Yeah," I'd always think, "I'd gladly give it to them!"
I particularly HATED peas, beets, lima beans and most dreaded..sweet potatoes! Of those I now only like peas- still hate the others! As far as I'm concerned beets are only good for dye, and lima beans are like little sand bags; so use them to build little levees. Sweet potatoes make me want to puke but they do make nice houseplants.
As a kid we had to remain at the table until we had eaten 2 bites of EVERYTHING. Of course I tried waiting it out. I can't tell you how many hours I actually spent at the table staring at sweet potatoes. But my parents were really hard asses about it. It was quite the control struggle. So eventually I had to try other tactics. Like pretending to eat a bite and letting it sneakily drop to the floor under the table. Well of course my Mom found it; I don't think I had thought that one out too well. Eventually I found that if I waited til the dreaded food was the last on my plate , I could stuff it all in my mouth- then act like I was going back outside to play. Then I would find a likely spot, dig a little hole, spit it out and bury it! That worked most of the time. Going directly to the bath room to spit it out would have been a red flag, unfortunately. There's still something about the taste of sweet potatoes that just makes me ill.
As a parent myself, I vowed never to put my kids through that. It seemed so silly and such a waste of time- not one of those battles worth fighting. Then having a child on chemotherapy for 2 1/2 years gives it a whole different perspective. You literally feed them ANYTHING that sounds good to them! If they don't want to eat someting you let it go.....and to be fair you do the same for your other children; it's just easier.
BTW putting the aspirin between 2 slices of bread (at age 8) while in theory a good idea, did not in all practicality work out. Thought I would never know when I ate it.... Bit right into it!
Monday, June 20, 2011
Christmas With the Fruitcakes
Thinking about a typical extended family Christmas party. LOTS of laughs!! In my family it's always a friendly competition to see who can get the best Christmas gifts for the least amount of money.( I think it's that bit of Jewish heritage from the Golden side of the family. My Grandma would have been proud even though the rest of us are Baptists and Methodists).
I personally pride myself on my ability to find a bargain. I have the reputation of being the "Coupon Queen" of the family. I don't usually buy ANYTHING without a coupon. Give me a Macy's One Day Sale where clearance is an additional 50% off AND there are $10 coupons off $25 purchases, and I can make a killing. I usually don't pay anything because I generally earn a $25 Macy's card each month as part of an online marketing survey group.
Anyway here's a typical family Christmas conversation:
Me.."I only paid $3 for that sweater I got you!"
My brother, .."Well, I got your gift by sitting through a time share presentation! Didn't pay anything for it just took a little time." (Aside-That was probably where the steak knife came from that broke in half in the quiche I made)
My sister, .."I've got you all beat! That new book came from the Thrift Store. I got it on "Dollar -a Bag- Day so it only cost 12 1/2 cents.. and I was in and out in 15 minutes!"
"Damn!," my brother and I say in unison.
But the best are the gag gifts. We scour garage sales, etc, looking for the perfect item for our contribution. Last year I'm ashamed to say while helping mom clean old clothes out of the guest room I found an old jock strap that had been my Dad's- probably about 40 years old- "perfect!" I thought. My older daughter ended up with it and was horrified! It was wonderful!
I personally pride myself on my ability to find a bargain. I have the reputation of being the "Coupon Queen" of the family. I don't usually buy ANYTHING without a coupon. Give me a Macy's One Day Sale where clearance is an additional 50% off AND there are $10 coupons off $25 purchases, and I can make a killing. I usually don't pay anything because I generally earn a $25 Macy's card each month as part of an online marketing survey group.
Anyway here's a typical family Christmas conversation:
Me.."I only paid $3 for that sweater I got you!"
My brother, .."Well, I got your gift by sitting through a time share presentation! Didn't pay anything for it just took a little time." (Aside-That was probably where the steak knife came from that broke in half in the quiche I made)
My sister, .."I've got you all beat! That new book came from the Thrift Store. I got it on "Dollar -a Bag- Day so it only cost 12 1/2 cents.. and I was in and out in 15 minutes!"
"Damn!," my brother and I say in unison.
But the best are the gag gifts. We scour garage sales, etc, looking for the perfect item for our contribution. Last year I'm ashamed to say while helping mom clean old clothes out of the guest room I found an old jock strap that had been my Dad's- probably about 40 years old- "perfect!" I thought. My older daughter ended up with it and was horrified! It was wonderful!
Friday, June 17, 2011
My first car
Thinking about my first car today, for some reason. It was a powder blue (old) Ford Falcon that my Dad sold me for $1 so I could do my student teaching.Taught at Eastmoor Jr. High in the AM, and Bexley Elementaries in the PM. Had some interesting experiences with that car....
I hated student teaching! I can't tell you how many times I shut the car door on my left foot because I was in such a hurry to leave!
There was the morning I was driving to school and the gearshift lever ( it was on the column) came out in my hand in the middle of James and Livingston at rush hour. I found that I was able to get the car to "hop" if I held it in place. So.. I "hopped" it to school. Would have made a good Youtube video! Found that a pin had fallen out and was able to get it repaired.
The funniest thing happened several months later. I had graduated and was substitute teaching for Cols Public. I had been requested at Buckeye Jr. High on Parsons Ave. It was dark, and of course rush hour. At the time Parsons was only 2 lanes-extremely congested both directions. Well.. the car got stuck in first gear. I pulled over to ponder the situation.It was in a scary area next to a bunch of bars and weird people were staring at me. I was about 2 miles from the school... So I decided to go ahead and drive to school... It was the longest 2 miles of my life. Sometimes if I really floored it I could get the car to go up to 7 miles per hour! I have never heard such honking and cursing. Nobody could pass me due to the traffic. So I just put my car in first gear and my mind in neutral and got to school. Called a tow truck which of course arrived and blocked the drive just as the busses were trying to unload ! They never requested me again. :(
And lesson learned:. always wear a bra while driving! You never know when your muffler will fall off!! This happened to me and I immediately got stopped by a patrolman. He made me leave the car because it was too noisy and walk to a gas station to get it towed. Don't know WHY I wasn't wearing a bra, but being somewhat amply endowed it was very embarassing ; it scarred me mentally for life!
Had my first accident in that car- ran into another car in a parking lot. Drove the Falcon for several years until the brakes froze up on it. Replaced that car with a gold Ford Fairlane . The seat had rusted loose from the floor. You could see the road through the floor, and when you tried to brake the seat would slide back and forth. You had to brake VERY CAREFULLY!
I hated student teaching! I can't tell you how many times I shut the car door on my left foot because I was in such a hurry to leave!
There was the morning I was driving to school and the gearshift lever ( it was on the column) came out in my hand in the middle of James and Livingston at rush hour. I found that I was able to get the car to "hop" if I held it in place. So.. I "hopped" it to school. Would have made a good Youtube video! Found that a pin had fallen out and was able to get it repaired.
The funniest thing happened several months later. I had graduated and was substitute teaching for Cols Public. I had been requested at Buckeye Jr. High on Parsons Ave. It was dark, and of course rush hour. At the time Parsons was only 2 lanes-extremely congested both directions. Well.. the car got stuck in first gear. I pulled over to ponder the situation.It was in a scary area next to a bunch of bars and weird people were staring at me. I was about 2 miles from the school... So I decided to go ahead and drive to school... It was the longest 2 miles of my life. Sometimes if I really floored it I could get the car to go up to 7 miles per hour! I have never heard such honking and cursing. Nobody could pass me due to the traffic. So I just put my car in first gear and my mind in neutral and got to school. Called a tow truck which of course arrived and blocked the drive just as the busses were trying to unload ! They never requested me again. :(
And lesson learned:. always wear a bra while driving! You never know when your muffler will fall off!! This happened to me and I immediately got stopped by a patrolman. He made me leave the car because it was too noisy and walk to a gas station to get it towed. Don't know WHY I wasn't wearing a bra, but being somewhat amply endowed it was very embarassing ; it scarred me mentally for life!
Had my first accident in that car- ran into another car in a parking lot. Drove the Falcon for several years until the brakes froze up on it. Replaced that car with a gold Ford Fairlane . The seat had rusted loose from the floor. You could see the road through the floor, and when you tried to brake the seat would slide back and forth. You had to brake VERY CAREFULLY!
Wednesday, June 15, 2011
Discipline
While spending time with art teaching buddies today one of the topics that came up was discipline- and dealing with unruly kids. Also.. all the ludicrous mandates that teachers have to follow.
I particularly remember the nurse distributing a little baggy to each of us teachers that contained latex gloves and bandaids. We were instructed to carry this with us at all times during playground duty ( protection against HIV in the event of dealing with a bloody injury) Well, I for one always kept it in my coat pocket- one of the few who even remembered it! I got teased mercilessly about it by the other special teachers who accused me of doing proctology exams on unruly students on the playground. When I retired they blew up latex gloves and hung them from the ceiling in the teachers' lounge in memory. :)
There were also hanging pencils. I was not allowed to have pencils. Here's why...One of my fifth graders had mouthed off to me and I (gently) tapped him on the head with a pencil (eraser end) and told him to do what I told him. Guess he went home and told his Dad I beat him over the head with the pointed end of a pencil! and we all know kids never lie ... Had to explain that one! My friends never let me live it down - it was always "watch out she's got a pencil" or "better take that away from her!"
Only paddled 2 kids in 30 years- not that I wanted to, but it seemed the only thing that might make an impression. One was a little boy who insisted on crawling around under the tables while I was trying to give directions.I warned him several times to no avail. The other was a little boy who was rolling up balls of clay and concealing them (or so he thought) in his socks. He looked quite lumpy. I wouldn't have paddled him but he just didn't seem to get the idea that stealing was wrong. Hopefully it was the right thing at the time- never had those problems from those children again, anyway..
My best memory though is of a 1st grader on the first day of school during lunch recess.( Students who got in trouble in their classroom often had to stand against the wall during their recess.) I had playground duty and found this 1st grader standing by the building, sobbing. I asked him what was wrong.. He said "my teacher told me to get on the wall and I don't know how!"
I particularly remember the nurse distributing a little baggy to each of us teachers that contained latex gloves and bandaids. We were instructed to carry this with us at all times during playground duty ( protection against HIV in the event of dealing with a bloody injury) Well, I for one always kept it in my coat pocket- one of the few who even remembered it! I got teased mercilessly about it by the other special teachers who accused me of doing proctology exams on unruly students on the playground. When I retired they blew up latex gloves and hung them from the ceiling in the teachers' lounge in memory. :)
There were also hanging pencils. I was not allowed to have pencils. Here's why...One of my fifth graders had mouthed off to me and I (gently) tapped him on the head with a pencil (eraser end) and told him to do what I told him. Guess he went home and told his Dad I beat him over the head with the pointed end of a pencil! and we all know kids never lie ... Had to explain that one! My friends never let me live it down - it was always "watch out she's got a pencil" or "better take that away from her!"
Only paddled 2 kids in 30 years- not that I wanted to, but it seemed the only thing that might make an impression. One was a little boy who insisted on crawling around under the tables while I was trying to give directions.I warned him several times to no avail. The other was a little boy who was rolling up balls of clay and concealing them (or so he thought) in his socks. He looked quite lumpy. I wouldn't have paddled him but he just didn't seem to get the idea that stealing was wrong. Hopefully it was the right thing at the time- never had those problems from those children again, anyway..
My best memory though is of a 1st grader on the first day of school during lunch recess.( Students who got in trouble in their classroom often had to stand against the wall during their recess.) I had playground duty and found this 1st grader standing by the building, sobbing. I asked him what was wrong.. He said "my teacher told me to get on the wall and I don't know how!"
Tuesday, June 14, 2011
My daughter tells me I need new material because she's heard the two previous posts before. That put a little pressure on! So this morning while jogging my 3 miles in the lazy river at the pool I decided to use some pool experiences....
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You've heard of personification- where you give animals human characteristics. Would it be called animalification when you bestow animal characteristics on a person?? I often see people who remind me of animals. There's Porpoise Guy at the pool; his head is shaped like that of a porpoise- has a long blunt snout. Then there's the Wooly Mammoth, the Walrus, and Dog-faced Lady.......
There's also Col. Sanders and Jimmy Carter. Colonel Sanders (pointy white beard) and another guy I think of as Mr. Dick are perverts. You can usually find them blissfully leaning forward against the water jets. When they get in, I GET OUT! The pool often attracts weird guys. You can find them in the hot tub leering at the women bouncing up and down in the water exercise classes. There was one guy who though it would be fun to swim underwater and touch my leg. Have you ever tried to give a well placed kick underwater? doesn't work too well unfortunately. There was a big hairy guy whose ass was always hanging out of his swim trunks who used to come and try to rub up against some of the women in an exercise class I was in. Most were a little frightened of him I think. I just went over to the pool manager and said , "see that guy? If he touches me I'm going to drown him!" Problem solved. He was talked to and given his own space.
Once there was a woman who got into the pool with a long wool winter coat on. It was very strange. That was another time I though it might be best to leave. Another older woman comes who always wears her swimsuit backwards. People are VERY interesting..............................
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You've heard of personification- where you give animals human characteristics. Would it be called animalification when you bestow animal characteristics on a person?? I often see people who remind me of animals. There's Porpoise Guy at the pool; his head is shaped like that of a porpoise- has a long blunt snout. Then there's the Wooly Mammoth, the Walrus, and Dog-faced Lady.......
There's also Col. Sanders and Jimmy Carter. Colonel Sanders (pointy white beard) and another guy I think of as Mr. Dick are perverts. You can usually find them blissfully leaning forward against the water jets. When they get in, I GET OUT! The pool often attracts weird guys. You can find them in the hot tub leering at the women bouncing up and down in the water exercise classes. There was one guy who though it would be fun to swim underwater and touch my leg. Have you ever tried to give a well placed kick underwater? doesn't work too well unfortunately. There was a big hairy guy whose ass was always hanging out of his swim trunks who used to come and try to rub up against some of the women in an exercise class I was in. Most were a little frightened of him I think. I just went over to the pool manager and said , "see that guy? If he touches me I'm going to drown him!" Problem solved. He was talked to and given his own space.
Once there was a woman who got into the pool with a long wool winter coat on. It was very strange. That was another time I though it might be best to leave. Another older woman comes who always wears her swimsuit backwards. People are VERY interesting..............................
Monday, June 13, 2011
Now you know
Wow. The mind is amazing. What to publish next I'm thinking...and then it just popped into my head...
You've all probably been wondering how the cat hairball ended up in the middle of the pharmacy aisle at Kroger a few years back. Well, here's the story..
I went to the grocery, happened to look down and lo and behold there was a humongous cat hairball stuck to my tennis shoe. I was horrified! I cautiously looked around; there was no one nearby. So I surreptitiously scraped it off with my other shoe then hightailed it out of there! So there you have it...I'm not proud of that moment but you do what you have to do.
You've all probably been wondering how the cat hairball ended up in the middle of the pharmacy aisle at Kroger a few years back. Well, here's the story..
I went to the grocery, happened to look down and lo and behold there was a humongous cat hairball stuck to my tennis shoe. I was horrified! I cautiously looked around; there was no one nearby. So I surreptitiously scraped it off with my other shoe then hightailed it out of there! So there you have it...I'm not proud of that moment but you do what you have to do.
Thursday, June 9, 2011
Let me entertain you...how it all got started......
Nothing makes me happier than to make people laugh! I've found that what usually gets a loud guffaw is simply stating the truth- a simple truth that others are reluctant to voice; or- admitting to a weakness or vulnerability. . Me.. I don't really care. I don't care what people think about me as long as they think I'm funny! So.. in response to several requests I am officially launching "Gail's Comedy Blog." Hope you enjoy it!
My debut: It all started in the backseat of the family car. I must have been about 4 or 5 and my brother, Bruce, about 7. Mom and Dad would, on occasion, lock us in the car while they went grocery shopping. (That was back in the day when it wasn't a crime and it was a lot safer). We had strict instructions to keep the doors locked and stay in the car. What they never knew was that the moment they got out of sight we began a little comedy routine for the public.
We would make obscene gestures at passersby. It was also a contest to see who could make the most horrendous faces at people who happened to walk by the car. Often small groups would gather to watch us. We would hear comments such as "well, I never!," " look at this!," or "those children need a good spanking!" (Music to our ears) . Ha ha..we'd think, we can do what we want. We're safely locked in the car. Mom and Dad never knew; we kept on the lookout for them. They would have been absolutely humiliated and horrified. But that's my earliest memory of eliciting some laughs!
My debut: It all started in the backseat of the family car. I must have been about 4 or 5 and my brother, Bruce, about 7. Mom and Dad would, on occasion, lock us in the car while they went grocery shopping. (That was back in the day when it wasn't a crime and it was a lot safer). We had strict instructions to keep the doors locked and stay in the car. What they never knew was that the moment they got out of sight we began a little comedy routine for the public.
We would make obscene gestures at passersby. It was also a contest to see who could make the most horrendous faces at people who happened to walk by the car. Often small groups would gather to watch us. We would hear comments such as "well, I never!," " look at this!," or "those children need a good spanking!" (Music to our ears) . Ha ha..we'd think, we can do what we want. We're safely locked in the car. Mom and Dad never knew; we kept on the lookout for them. They would have been absolutely humiliated and horrified. But that's my earliest memory of eliciting some laughs!
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