I could never understand how when we went to a different store or restaurant, they always had a set of Mom and Dad's money-because we sure wouldn't want change made with somebody ELSE'S money!
I could never understand how when we went to a different store or restaurant, they always had a set of Mom and Dad's money-because we sure wouldn't want change made with somebody ELSE'S money!
LOL, at about 8 years old peering over Grandpa Jones, Jr and that damn Redbone hound at what was sprawled across that front porch caused me real confusion. , still does ;]
Why dimes were smaller than nickels, when all other coins were worth more as they got bigger! What the hell was four bits!! I had fifty cents not four bits!
Nice to know I'm not the only one.
The key elements in human thinking are not numbers but labels of fuzzy sets. -- L. Zadeh
My co-worker was on a conference call with our India center and the Indians would stop and speak Hindi with each other. His young daughter happened to hear them and ran up to the phone and said "I want to talk them!" and started making up her own version of Hindi. He said he couldn't hit mute fast enough.
I knew from a very early age that Rebels were from the South and were the good guys and Yankees were from the North and were the bad guys.
But then on the Revolutionary War movies the British guys would say "that Yankee" and then later "that rebel" when referring to Francis Marion from S. Carolina, who was obviously a Rebel since he was from the South, so how could he be a Yankee? Or they'd sometimes say "those Yankees" and at other times "those rebels" when referring to the same group of people from Connecticut or Boston or someplace in Yankeeland, so how could Yankees be Rebels? Which were they???? It took me a while to figure that one out.
Gunnery, gunnery, gunnery. Hit the target, all else is twaddle!
I knew from a very early age that Rebels were from the South and were the good guys and Yankees were from the North and were the bad guys.
But then on the Revolutionary War movies the British guys would say "that Yankee" and then later "that rebel" when referring to Francis Marion from S. Carolina, who was obviously a Rebel since he was from the South, so how could he be a Yankee? Or they'd sometimes say "those Yankees" and at other times "those rebels" when referring to the same group of people from Connecticut or Boston or someplace in Yankeeland, but the people they referred to were good guys in the movie so how could Yankees be good guys? And why did they call Yankees "rebels"? Which were they???? It took me a while to figure that one out.
The Outlaw Josey Wales clear it up for ya?
_______________________________________________________ An 8 dollar driveway boy living in a T-111 shack
Until I was in first or second grade, I did not understand that my grandparents were actually my parents' parents. They were just people we went to visit or in my dad's parents case, people whose house we vacationed at. Didn't help that dad's parents were called Missy and Pop and not grandma and grandpa.
I thought physical abilities were linked with ones age. A buddy was 5 months older than I, so he hit 6yrs before me. He was also able to out run me. When I hit my 6th birthday I figured we would be of equal abilities and challenged him to a race. He still outran me, and I could not figure out how that was possible.
Also, as a youngster, I did not have the concept of a "view" figured out. We'd crest a mountain in the rig, and all would start raving about the view. My responses were: where, how far, how big is it, what color, which way did it go, etc? Don't remember how old I was before I finally saw one.
At the crusty old age of 7, I had the concept of “Life” all figured out....
Either you were born a baby, or you were born 30 years old, ‘cause NOBODY could possibly live more than 30 years. After all, look how long it took me to get to 7.
Old Fishermen never die, we just get reel tired.
May you build a ladder to the stars and climb on every rung. May you stay......Forever young
I distinctly remember a time when I was confused about whether WWI was still going on, and whether or not you could drive over and see it. WWI , at least in my mind, seemed to be going on just east of town. My guess was in the spring of 1961 or thereabouts which would have put me slightly less than 3 years of age.
It also kind of worried me that the TV and the radio kept having people coming in and out, but you couldn't see them coming and going. Eventually I got the handle on radio waves, but there was a time there where I was examining the back of the set to see where they were going. One day, watching Skipper Ryle on TV, I stuck my finger into a hole on the set and found myself suddenly transported across the room. Wow!
Shortly after this, my Grandfather died. There was some confusion there too. I knew he'd gone to heaven, but I didn't know why we couldn't visit him. The whole thing was forever immortalized because I was watching John Glenn's liftoff on TV and I asked my Mom if he was going to go past Grandpa on his way to space. Mom thought it was cute and sent it into the Cincinnati Enquirer.
I also remember watching TV and listening on the radio and wondering if this was all being done live. I knew some of it was make-believe. However, I hadn't quite grasped the idea of recording. Did the disc jockeys actually invite all those groups into the studio to play? Were all the actors on Gunsmoke doing this live? It took me a while, and I finally figured it out. Part of what helped was that Dad showed me his reel-to-reel recorder and they started letting me use the 45 record player. This fascinated me. A decade later, I was running an underground radio station, and my first degree was in Broadcasting.
However, there was one episode there which really blew my mind. Dad volunteered to take me to my first haircut. I was 3. He took me to his barbershop in Clifton on a Saturday. I was cool about it all until Glenn Ryle showed up. For those of you who don't know Cincinnati, Glenn Ryle was a local TV personality best known for his morning children's show. In those days it was all in Black and White. Glenn came into the barbershop. My Dad knew Glenn. Dad knew all the TV and radio people in those days. Glenn came up to me and said hello. Now, if you knew Glenn, you'd know he was the nicest guy in the world. You'd also readily agree that he was absolutely the greenest man you ever met. Glenn had a dark olive complexion that rivaled the WIcked Witch of the West.
Of course I'd only seen the Wizard of Oz in B&W, so Glenn was the greenest. That freaked me out. It freaked me out that this guy I'd only seen on the TV was in the middle of the barber shop, and he was waaaay to big to fit into the TV. A whole bunch of things swirled in my head and I found myself screaming at the top of my lungs, not fully knowing why. Dad had to take me home with half a haircut. I got to know Glenn while I was in college. Glenn remembered me.
We were on a family road trip and stopped at a resturant in a nearby surburb
In the window there was a sign "Waitress Wanted" I was so scared to go to the wash room I was sure that the law was looking for her and she was hiding in there and she was going to get me
I cant believe it now but thats truth
I went to wash my hands in Grandmas bathroom I thought I did a great job because all the dirt was in her wipe towel so I showed her I was so proud
She beat my azz
Hank
Thank You Lord for another day,Help my Brother along the way
When you mature,you realize hospitals and schools are businesses,and the Beatles were geniuses
Live Like A Champion Today
NRA EndowmentLife Member,My Daughter is also a Life Member
From two friends," I thought the trees made the wind blow". "I thought dogs were the daddy's, and cats were there the mommies". I thought the county road grader was going backwards all the time.
These premises insured by a Sheltie in Training ,--- and Cooey.o "May the Good Lord take a likin' to you"
, still does ;]
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