“Nature bestows her own, richest gifts and, with lavish hands, she works in shifts…”
Today is another lovely day, warmer than it has been. The morning light is squint your eyes bright. Shadows dot the trunks of the oak trees. The blue sky shows through the leaves still on the branches. It is a day not to be wasted, a day to be out and about.
My dance card has just one item, a concert today, but I do have a list. I always have a list. I need to go to the dump. I need to vacuum the mounds of Henry hair in the hall which fly into the air when I walk to the kitchen. I just had a weird memory jump into my head. In Ghana, what is called the hall is what we call the living room.
Fall has always been my favorite season. When I was a kid, I loved the colors of the leaves, especially the yellows and the bright reds of the maples. I loved walking on the piles of dead leaves in the gutters and hearing the crunch as they crumbled underfoot. I remember cool mornings and warmer afternoons and layering for the walk to school. The streetlights came on early in the afternoons. That was my only complaint.
Being a kid was easy when I was growing up. School on weekdays and church on Sundays were my only responsibilities. I never minded school, but I wasn’t a fan of going to church. I remember sitting in a pew in the back, close to the exit, so I could make a run after the Pax Vobiscum. I’d sometimes sneak a book in my pocket to read during the mass. I think I looked devout. Back then it was a Latin mass, and all we saw up front was the priest’s back as he stood at the altar. I remember the pews were filled every Sunday. The older women wore real hats. The younger women wore mantillas and even Kleenex held by two Bobby pins. I wore the mantilla as I could stash it in my pocket.
We were the duck and cover generation. We’d practice crouching under our desks with our hands and arms covering our heads in case of a nuclear attack. I really had no idea what a nuclear attack was. I just figured whatever it was I’d be safe under my desk.
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November 15, 2024 at 10:19 pm
Hi Kat,
Today was repeat of yesterday with a high of 73°.
Yes, we grew up under the threat of nuclear war. The only time I was truly concerned was during the Cuban Missile crisis while living in NYC.
Obviously, Duck and cover was a joke. Living in Dallas, Texas we were 35 miles from Carswell AFB. It was a huge SAC base and the home of the B-36 bombers. Remember the movie, Strategic Air Command? I saw the film and I was convinced that the Russians would send over the nuclear ICBMs to wipe them out first. Hiding under a desk or bent over in the hallway wouldn’t make any difference, I knew we would be instantly vaporized.
November 15, 2024 at 11:05 pm
Hi Bob,
We were in the 40’s today, but without the wind it seemed warmer. I just needed a flannel shirt.
I was in the first grade when I learned to duck and cover. I don’t remember what at we were told, but I suspect it had to do with it being a safety drill. We were only six so we didn’t need the real reason.
Nothing of critical importance was near where I lived so I didn’t figure we were a target, but that didn’t mean we weren’t frightened. I remember watching President Kennedy on TV telling us about the Cuban missile crisis, but I also remember the relief when the Soviet ships turned around.