A post caught my attention, most of you have seen its like going around FB...the one about how people born in the 50s, 60s, and 70s are the last generation to be basically fearless in the face of playing outside! How we watched Looney Tunes on a TV that gets 4 channels, etc. I like that post. For just a few sublime seconds I was transported back to an easier time, and it was beautiful. We werent rich, but we were one of the first households to have Pong. We had color tv. We got a couple extra channels because Dad was an electronics engineer and had rigged the antennae so it would turn when wed flip a switch, thereby dragging in the signal. We had a pool table, under which I could hide and play, the king of my little world, where the cats would try to invade and Id have to fight them off with pillows. I think one of the warmest memories is sitting in the living room (we lived in this huge colonial with a bajillion rooms, we called it the Parlor...at least it seemed huge to a 6 year old kid...) at my little desk, the kind that had a chalkboard on the top but if you raised the lid it had a magnetic white board...it was also my favorite tv tray. Id sit there watching reruns of Bewitched and Hogans Heroes and Looney Tunes (my dad liked the Roadrunner cartoons the most), and my big sister would bring me lunch. Not just any lunch, either. She knew things about a kitchen that Ive yet to discover myself. She would walk in with a bowl of soup and a sandwich, glass of milk...but it was the sandwich that stole the show. She would make these brilliant, amazing, most delicious grilled-cheese with peanut butter sandwiches that to this day I crave when Im sad. Which I just made myself...lol. Sad, I mean. I did not just make a sandwich, although I want one terribly. Nobody ever made them the way I had them when I was little, when all I knew of pain was having broken my toe by rocking a big ol radiator over onto it. When bummed out meant I couldnt play outside because of the lightning. Before I knew anything of hate, and cartoon violence was hilarious and nobody needed to tell me not to try any of it at home. When my Mom would hand me containers with childproof lids to open for her lol. Back in a time I will always remember as warmth and light and nothing under the bed. Back in a time when my Dad still came home. Before depression, anxiety, abuse. So you can see why I like that post. It gives me a minute of remembered joy on days when I create none, a revered and safe place where Im just a small boy unaffected by the world at large and I can see clearly again. An innocent place where just a simple sandwich could make me dance, and it was beautiful.
Posted on: Wed, 22 Oct 2014 14:17:03 +0000
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