Got an email today from my friend Kathy … as in Kathy of Years Gone By.
One thing about Kathy. She has a really good memory. This can be both good and bad, I suppose. But she has been reading and enjoying the Happy Holly Project blog … and she commented on the one that I did from back when she and I were in Elementary School together. The one about the Printing Press.
Believe it or not, I remember that printing press.
Now that really surprised me. I know why I might have remembered the whole situation. After all, it was the only time I ever got into trouble as a child. Well, officially, that is. But I was surprised that she did as well.
She continued …
I also remember doing little shows with puppets that we made out of paper bags.
Oh my goodness … the paper bag puppets. I remember the paper bag puppets … and the creative stories that went with them. What a memory.
It’s amazing to think back of the good times that we had with simple things and some imagination.
It is indeed. I remember when one of my favorite toys was a board with sides that I could roll marbles around in. And little cubes that slid together that I could sort pennies into.
Simple toys. Not even toys. But a lot of imagination. Lots and lots of imagination.
Then she reminded me of one item that I had forgotten all about … but instantly remembered.
There was also a certain little reel-to-reel tape recorder that I got for Christmas that we used for some creative story telling …
Oh. My. Goodness.
The tape recorder. Quite the wonderful gift for a child in the early to mid 1960’s. And there was no lack of imagination and creativity in the stories that we made up … and of course played out onto the tape recorder.
The most famous one was a kind of mock horror story. I unfortunately do not remember all the plot details … I’m sure it was riveting … but I do remember the one line which was repeated over and over again … as did she …
(screaming as she went)
And of course we then had to actually do the screaming. It was amazing how often the protagonist had to escape one situation or another … screaming as she went.
I guess I was always meant to be on the radio, eh? Or maybe on the stage.
I wondered if she remembered the couple from the printing press escapade … and I used the couples real names … not to be confused with R******* B***** who used to lean over and whisper to me each day “I’m gonna beat you up”.
This caused me to shake like a wet dog … and to cover the half block and three houses from school to home in record time each day. She never did catch me.
I don’t remember the couple in question, but I do remember R******* B*****. Bullies like that are hard to forget.
Hard indeed. Then she wondered what R******* might be doing now.
My guess is 20 to life somewhere.