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tell about your teenage social life – your friends, dances, dating, outings, church functions, etc.
(on today’s slip of paper drawn from the jar)
High school football games
Push ‘em back, push ‘em back
Basketball games
2 bits 4 bits 6 bits a dollar…
Sock hops after the games
No shoes on the gym floor
The local Canteen
Live band, wanna dance?
Listening to records with friends
Crimson and clover over and over
Bad hair days
Sleeping on curlers with taped bangs
Drive-in movies
Popcorn and bingo
High School Prom
Playing dress up
Me and my BFF Wilma
Picking up guys on the side of the road
tell about anniversaries, celebrations, trips, gifts…
(on today’s slip of paper drawn from the jar)
was I really there?
did it really happen?
why don’t I remember?
so the story goes…
we were in Europe for 2 years
the tender age of 5
kindergarten on the army base
school pictures to prove it
the memories I have
look suspiciously
like the flickering images
from the home movies we took
with the vintage clicking sound
in the background
made by the projector…
smile at the camera!
was that really me?
that little blonde girl
standing at the
leaning tower of Pisa
or in the endless
fields of tulips in Holland
with the windmills
in the background
was I really at the
Octoberfest in Germany
or camping in the Alps?
did I really see all those
cathedrals and castles?
was I really there?
did it really happen?
why don’t I remember?
Where were you and what were you doing the day that President Kennedy was shot?
(on today’s slip of paper drawn from the jar)
I was in the 4th grade, we were living in Army housing in LA (lower Alabama).
The elementary school was located in one of the housing areas. We would walk (single file in a line of course) down the sidewalk to the nearby playground for recess.
Once a week we would walk to the swimming pool and swim during recess. It was on the way back to the school from one of these walks that a lady ran out of her house and told the teacher about the assassination of President Kennedy.
When we got back to the classroom, all the teachers were in the halls talking about it, and in our class I remember some of the boys saying that since we now have no president, the Russians would be taking over the world. Boys!
what is your advice to those younger than you?
(on today’s slip of paper drawn from the jar)
Be frisky!
Pounce on possibilities
Enjoy the night life
Always land on your feet
Stretch often
Delight in the simple joy of a long nap
Create your own purr-fect day!
tell a courtship story, how you met, etc.
(on today’s slip of paper drawn from the jar)
That September night
was like any other
or was it…
It was my senior year in high school,
after the first football game of the season
riding back from the away game
with fellow cheerleaders.
The excitement of the game
still running pretty high
when we came upon that car
with Atlanta plates
and two guys.
What harm would it be
just to wave?
They waved back
Giggles all around
Next thing you know
they stopped next to us
at the school
and came over
and introduced themselves
and offered to meet us in town
and buy us a coke
They definitely weren’t
from around here
No country boys
would have such manners
And so it began
that fateful night
so long ago
the night we met
September 4, 1971.
