Monday, August 21, 2017


Rerun from 2009  Hope you all get a great view of the eclipse. I'm going to try. Hope you have good protection and clear skies. 

Vaccinations today are routine, though under suspicion by some. A child can't go to school today unless they can show proof that they have been protected from a laundry list of diseases. Considering how these childhood diseases can sometimes be fatal, today's methods are far superior to what I grew up with, but we had no options. When I was a whippersnapper, we developed our immunities a little differently than those offered in a doctor's office today. These methods may seem barbaric but they were not an uncommon practice then.

We developed immunities simply by being exposed to, then suffering the disease, so as to never to have it again. The only vaccination offered and required, was for small pox. There was no need for documentation for that immunization. All who had been vaccinated carried a dime size scar on their shoulder. Proof positive. But there were other diseases lurking out there.

My older brother Jack was the first to get sick with the measles. So, my brother Jim and I were moved into Jack's room and promptly got the measles also. Possible the theory behind infecting the whole family is that it was just as easy to treat 3 kids as it was one and since we all lived in the same house, contamination was likely anyway. This method just hurried the process. An advantage also was that one doctor visit covered all.

We had just recovered from the measles as a group when Jimmy came home with the whooping cough. Again, we all piled into one room and shared the wealth. Mother had to home school the boys to keep them from falling behind. I was preschool. The teachers worked with her to keep her sickly boys away from class.

By now, we were pretty peaked and run down so when the mumps reared its ugly head, we sure enough got it. Surprisingly, we did not get cranky with one another in the forced imprisonment. While one was usually wallowing in the beginning stage of the disease, two were usually well enough to play board games or read comics--or in my case, look at the pictures. We were seldom at the same stage at the same time. For siblings, we did quite well.

I don't think most kids went thru 3 diseases, back to back, like we did. It was really rough on us but also my Mother who had to tend to the sickies. Below is a picture I just love.

Mother sat us in the grass after we healed from our last disease, to document just what we had just been thru. She should have been in the picture for she was worn down also. We are racks of bones with dark circles under the eyes and too weak to smile, but we were carrying a life time of immunity in those scrawny bodies. We looked like those "starving children" that your parents made you eat your peas to support.

Family gang exposure to disease was a tough go while it was happening, but thanks to the unorthodox method, the rest of our childhood was disease free.

Were you exposed to parenting methods as a child that worked wonderfully at the time, but today might get parents investigated?

Monday, August 14, 2017


Don't have anything for today so I thought a personal reveal might buy me some time while I think of a post. Thus a rerun from 2009.

This isn't my number one embarrassing moment, but is darn close mainly because of when it happened. It happened in my senior year of high school. That is the year scorched by drama and trauma for teens. Teenagers really live on the edge don't they? A missed call from "him" could cause a blue funk that only world hunger causes now. Getting a B instead of an A was cause to re-evaluate your "whole life."   

 You want a car and Dad says "earn it."  And, "No, you can't date a guy who is on probation." Every thing is either over the moon or under the rug. Teenage is a manic period.

I went steady all through high school, just not with the same guy. Usually I went straight from one to another but on some occasions, I was shopping. Randy was on my shopping list.  He was only a junior but he was BMOC (big man on campus) in that grade. Good enough for me. I was a cougar in training.

Randy was quarterback of our foot ball team and when he asked if I would go to the pep rally bonfire with him, I was really excited. We hadn't had a date yet. We were just in the talking and walking in the hall together stage. This was the next step.  He would have come to pick me up but he was one of the guys building the huge pyramid for the fire so we planned to meet there.

I previously mentioned that when I hit puberty, the only thing to develop was my personality. I had to get by on personality, being almost cute and relied heavily on the "new girl" mystique. 

As a senior in high school, I was barely filling out my double A bra. Men may grow into leg or bootie guys, but they definitely aren't in high school. They are one track and I wasn't on that track.

It was my best friend who led me astray that night. She had mentioned that she enhanced her look by stuffing Kleenex in her bra.  Wanting to really impress Randy, 
I decided to deceive. I carefully folded a wad of toilet paper into each cup and was thrilled with the look. I was no Dolly Parton, but I was age appropriate---almost a B.

There was a little extra strut in my step as I went to the bonfire to meet Randy. He was so cute and my heart went pitty-pat as he came over to see me. I was wearing my best V necked sweater and with my new enhanced form, I was feeling pretty confident.

Randy gently picked a piece of lint off my sweater as he excitedly told me about the fire preparations. Then he got a funny look and reached for my chest.   Just a tiny bit of toilet paper must have shown at the edge of the V and he pulled on it.

Well the toilet paper pulled out of my sweater like it was on a roll. I had folded it just right. His eyes widened and he kept pulling. My one side dwindled till it was once again a puny double A but I was sporting my almost B on the other side.

If only Florida had earthquakes and the earth could have opened to swallow me, I would have been grateful. The horror of seeing the toilet paper unrolling inch by inch from my sweater was bad enough but then Randy started laughing. He held up the strip of paper and said loudly,"Hay, look what I found."

Good thing you can't die when you want to or this computer would be on someone else's desk. I tried to lie and say that I had wrapped my money in that paper and was carrying it in my bra. I told you, I am no good at lying. 

Pretty soon there was a crowd of laughing football players around me. Thank goodness the Internet and cell phones hadn't been invented yet. The same friend who had advised me about the tissue stuffing, grabbed me and dragged me out of there.

I knew my high school career was over. I wanted to drop out right that second. Certainly I would be the laughing stock of the school and no teen can survive that. The weekend was a long and miserable as I feared the worst.  

Monday however was actually uneventful. I spent the whole day in dread with my eyes studying the floor as I went from class to class. Oddly I heard no buzz nor even a snicker.  Class was normal, my friends were normal. Somehow I think had that happened today, my reveal probably would have gone viral. Ever so grateful to have grown up in the pre-tech days. 

Do you have an embarrassing story you care to share?