Author: 610rrandtr

Just to show how sheltered we were One thing I will never forget about seventh grade was that we never saw a brunette before. All the girls in our little class were either blondes or browns. Now we have 3–count ’em–girls with seriously long hair black as a midnight panther. Hey, didn’t Delilah have black… Continue reading Exotic Girls aka Greetings to the New Brunette

Ah, to bathe once again in hormones……… One of the first things I had to do in junior high was bring the nurse my hay fever meds. Until that wonderful first frost lifted the curse of the cat people, I needed my pills to keep from devolving into a sneezing pile of protoplasm. So I… Continue reading I’m not in Kansas anymore

And people wondered why we didn’t trust anyone over 30 Off the bus, we came in the front door (not the side ones with 1910 concrete stating “Boys” and “Girls”) to be greeted by signs saying ‘Welcome’ and ‘Turn left for auditorium’. The auditorium looked huge. No folding chairs–it had actual seats bolted down. It… Continue reading The Foon

neither rain nor snow…. Taking the bus to our ‘new’ old junior high via a long ride to ‘poor town’. Early September morning. We’re half asleep. Not even the rabbits in the field are up this godamn early. The shoes are tight, my shirt is stiff with Easy On spray starch. No one murmers, we’re… Continue reading Get on the Bus!

The last gasps of the dying debutante nation. In August, I got a letter on high end paper that suspiciously resembled a wedding invite. The formal invite inside was for a cotillion dance to be held at the big hotel downtown in early October. The last chance for snooty mothers in rich town to parade… Continue reading Cotillion

One summer, I had my tonsils out when I was around 7 or 8. Too many sore throats. I know it’s unheard of today, but–my mother stayed in the same room with me. She was having some tests before she had her hysterectomy. In the sixties, they used ether to knock you out. It was… Continue reading My LSD Trip

Daddy makes some changes… In sixth grade, daddy left borough council. He never explained why; I know he wasn’t paid much. However, he was thrown a bone: one year on the county-wide committee to bring sewers to more rural areas. I’m betting other council members grew increasingly uneasy with his bigotry and racism. Those guys… Continue reading Will wonders ever cease?

Because I was ‘Joe varsity jock’ in high school, I met a lot of guys from other schools. They all had one question (asked with a smirk): “Is it true what they say that all the girls in your school are stuck up?” Well, yes and no. Let’s swish this wine around, shall we? Rich… Continue reading And as for the inhabitants….

Gravity shifting, minds moving At first, I let Steve do all the talking–playing albums or singles, talking about the band, occasionally mentioning how he found out about the group or someone at school who liked them. I was introduced to a magazine called Rolling Stone. In those days, it was hard to find in stores.… Continue reading Hanging with Steve

No, I’m not talking about Shakespeare. The word on everyone’s lips the summer after 6th grade was ‘jointure’. My school district was now a jointure. Simply, it meant that rich town has formed an alliance with poor town. Poor town had declining enrollment (probably most families’ kids were too old, and childless families moved in),… Continue reading What is a ‘jointure’?