I had forgotten it – until I looked out the window a minute ago. What did I see?
Nostalgia
Spelling, back in the day
I was always a pretty good speller. I would see the word once, in my school book or a library book, and somehow it was burned in my memory.
9 cents
It was 1955. Having just turned 10, I’d earned a very special right – my dad said I could help in the store by serving customers.
The Steeple
Gonggg! …Gonggg! …Gonggg!
Bells are ringing out across the rooftops. I have to cover my ears, they’re so loud. And to my six-year-old eyes, the church’s tall steeple looks like it’s trying to touch the sky.
The Good Old Days
Back in the ’80s I went through a songwriting phase. Most are kind of embarrassing to me now, but this one still resonates with me – and just maybe it will with you, too. Here are the lyrics.
Meanwhile, back in Greece…
So “we” went to Greece in 1971 to make a movie. This was waaaaaay back when I was still married. The movie didn’t get finished due to a series of events which I cannot go into now, because:
22/11/63 – Where were you?
Camelot, we hardly knew ye.
Union Blues
This little piece was previously published in the Montreal Gazette, February 19, 2001, under the title “By the cool pool I landed in hot water.”
Gender Benders – Part 2
Some readers may recall an earlier post of mine, Gender Benders, which described a couple of occasions when I encountered kids whose gender I couldn’t quite figure out. The piece went on to ruminate on the question: does gender really matter? Today I came across another situation, with a side of joy to it!
Grade Four – or, How I Learned to Start Worrying and Fear School
Oh sure, the photo looks innocent enough. But I can tell you this. My teacher that year – who shall remain nameless (to spare any progeny she may have had… although I doubt she had any; she would have scared off any would-be suitors) – Miss X, made my life a living hell. I used to come home crying. Here’s the thing, though. I can’t for the life of me remember any details of her cruelty. I must’ve buried the memories. <shiver>
Crossed Eyes and Dotted Tees 