Looking Back

High School…A Return To The Cellblock

Deadlines…cruel and unusual punishment inflicted on writers by editors. Mine calls. By tomorrow, she says. What’s the theme, I ask? Fiftieth anniversary of the Beatles’ invasion, she says. Write about how their advent influenced high school students. I remind her that my high school days ended before the mop-haired Brits arrived. Well, she says, wr...Read More

How Do Dinosaurs Answer The Phone?

Here is my little kids’ joke-of-the-week, spotted on somebody’s t-shirt.  Are you ready?  What kind of dinosaur knows a lot of words?  Wait for it—–A thesaurus! Okay, you can tell I spend way too much time around little kids, and not in a creepy way.  I’m a children’s librarian so this kind of joke is my stock in trade.  Of course, most...Read More

Occasions

While growing up my mothers closet had one powder blue dress with a bow on front.  On her dresser was a tiny jewelry box which contained a set of costume earrings with a matching necklace.  This outfit is remembered as the special occasion attire as she wore it to all of our sacraments, graduations, parties, and family events. It made me sad to thi...Read More

Tales from Libraries

It hardly seems possibly that I have been a librarian for more than forty years.  I completed my Master’s Degree in 1973, the year that President Nixon resigned, Roe vs. Wade was upheld, and Billie Jean King and Bobby Riggs fought the highly promoted “Battle of the Sexes” on a tennis court.  I graduated into a bad job ma...Read More

Black and White

This was sent to me by a colleague from my old college days. BLACK AND WHITE TV “Good night and God bless.” Black and  White? (Under age 40? You won’t understand.) You could hardly see for all the snow, Spread the rabbit ears as far as they go. Pull a chair up to the TV set, ‘Good Night, David. Good Night, Chet.’ My Mom used to cut chicken, chop eg...Read More

Working Out, Fifties Style

Whenever I hear about the latest incarnation of trendy gym wear, be it overpriced Lulumom or Kate Hudson’s new line of workout duds, I think how fortunate young women are today to have bypassed the scourge of our adolescent gym wear, the blue gym bloomer. I’m sorry.  I didn’t mean to bring up your worst teenaged trauma, but t...Read More

Living History

I am a story teller.  It is what I do at my job, surrounded by small children and their parents.  It is what I do when I sit down to write blogs and essays to share on the internet.  To me, storytelling is one of the most important tasks given to human beings.  The philosopher, George Santayana, famously said, “Those who d...Read More

Friday Night Frenzy

Nothing unglues the fabric of small towns faster than Friday night high school football. The blood of this gladiatorial sport flows hot and red. Every father relives his own glory days. Bragging rights are on the line.  I know these things.  My name is Harold. I survived it. ********** I w...Read More

Keeping Alive Memories of Our Parents

I still remember the first time I heard The Beatles on the radio as a teenager. My mother had just told me that my boyfriend had arrived for our Saturday night date. “I Want to Hold Your Hand” came on the radio and I was transfixed. I had to hear the whole song before I went downstairs. It has been 50 years since The Beatles first visit...Read More

The "Doo Wop" Test

(Answers at the bottom!) 1. When did ''Little Suzie'' finally wake up? (a) The movie's over, it's 2 o'clock (b) The movie's over, it's 3 o'clock (c) The movie's over, it's 4 o'clock 2. ''Rock Around The Clock'' was used in what movie? (a) Rebel Without A Cause (b) ...Read More

A Virtual Class Reunion

Here is what Facebook is good for: virtual reunions.  As with so many other things, we Baby Boomers seem to have co-opted FB from our offspring and turned it into our own little electronic meeting place in the “clouds.”  Thanks in large part to the work of two people from my high school graduating class, one who started the &l...Read More

Cinnamon Toast

"Stood alone on a mountain top, starin’ out at the great divide. I could go east, I could go west, it was all up to me to decide¦ Bob Seger I left home at 18. Not willingly. Poverty evicted me. My parents couldn’t afford my enormous food intake. They had to choose¦a new car or feeding their omnivorous son. The car won. So I left. ...Read More

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