Certain people have the right to tell others what to do. For example: A policeman "Pull over" "Get out of the car," "Put your hands up" "Get on the ground" etc. A parent, "Get up & get dressed." "Wash your hands & face."
When I was 9 my mother put me in the hospital because I was still wetting the bed. While I was there an 8YO black girl crawled into bed with me. I didn't mind because it was a lot warmer with her to snuggle up with. I made sure I didn't wet the bed that night.
When I was about 11 years old my mother used to make me sing this when we went to a Hungarian bar & restaurant in the Yorkville neighborhood of Manhattan where we lived.
My worst childhood memories was when my mother was beat up by a man she invited to live with us. His name was Patty and I witnessed this through the airshaft window into the livingroom from my bedroom. He repeatedly punched my mom in the face with his closed fist. If that wasn't bad enough he wore a ring on his right hand which had a big gemstone. This punched a hole right through my mothers cheek. You could actually stick a finger through this hole into my mothers mouth which she let us kids do a few times just for a laugh. I was 10 years old when this happened. My older sister was 16. There is an interesting sequel to this story which I'll post soon.
"Spare the rod & spoil the child" I've often wondered WTH is this "Rod" they're talking about? Did parents beat their children with a pipe or a wooden broom handle years ago?
Everybody has wonderful childhood memories, many of us also have some really bad memories from when we were kids. These are the ones you probably would like to forget but you can't. One of mine happened when I was in grammar school, 4th grade. All of my teachers were middle aged white women. I didn't have a male teacher until I was in JHS 7th grade, if that wasn't a big enough change, he was also black. Anyway, I was always full of energy and one day my 4th grade teacher decided to use me as a prop to discipline the class. She separated me from the rest of the students and, pointing a bony finger at me asked "You don't wanna be like Him, do you"? How can a grown up do that to a kid? She made me feel like a worthless POS. I thought about telling my mother what happened, but didn't, because I knew that she would have gone to the school and what she would've done to that teacher would have landed her behind bars.
You're correct loulou. Have you seen it by any chance?
There's kind of an interesting story of how I discovered this movie. I was 14 and I lived on East 85th St in Manhattan. There were about 5 movie theaters on 86th St and 1 day around 1954 I decided to play hookie from school. I took a walk up 86th St. This movie was being shown in 1 of the theaters and as I was looking at the photos of scenes from the movie the ticket guy asked me if I would like to see the movie. I said "Sure, but I don't have any money." I guess people weren't flocking into the theater to watch a Japanese film in B&W so he gave me a free ticket. I went in and saw the movie on the big screen.
Several years ago I created an Open Office spreadsheet of movies which I graded from 1 to 5 stars thus, * WATCHABLE ** GOOD, MEMORABLE *** VERY GOOD, BENCHMARK MOVIE **** EXCELLENT, SETS NEW STANDARD ***** THE ABSOLUTE BEST The list is also categorized such as Drama, Comedy, Film Noir, Family, Foreign, etc. The list has about 375 entries.. There's one movie on the list that doesn't fit in any of the 5 categories so I was forced to create a a 6 star category. What's even more amazing is the movie isn't even in English it's in Japanese with English subtitles, if that's not enough, it's B&W and it's over 3 hours long. I'm sure some of you have probably guessed the movie I'm talking about.
There's a very interesting story for how I discovered this movie which I don't have time right now to go into cause it's way past my bedtime.
I used to go to Rockaway Beach to watch the fireworks display. After I moved from NY it became too much of a drive to go that far just to watch esp with the price of gas going through the roof.
I wish I had said those words to my father while he was still alive. I jumped for joy every time I saw him so I can only hope that he knew how I felt about him by my actions if not by my words. My parents were divorced and I lived with momma so it was like a vacation whenever I stayed with daddy, which wasn't very often.
I read a book when I was 10 years old just to see if I could do it. It was "Through Space to Mars" by Roy Rockwood. Over the years I re-read the book about 3 more times. Then one day my mother went through one of her rare cleaning frenzies and threw it out along with a lot of my other treasures which to her was just so much junk.
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RE: Share What You're Listening To
My comment was in reference to "4 strong winds" by Neil Young