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Of Course Global Warming Is Real

Monday, November 10th, 2008

It’s coming up on the time of year when we would get bundled up, grease our sled runners with bacon grease and slide down the hill on 15th street. At least that was true when I was many years younger than I am now, back when we still had snow.

The road up Barger Hill was once one of the finest sledding roads known to any wide-eyed kid. We loved when it snowed because we knew it was time to get our sleds out and start making that road impassable to cars. That was before salt trucks, of course.

I remember bundling up so much that I could barely walk, which was the only way mom would allow me to go out into the cold air. We would walk our sleds up the hill, lie down on them and rocket down the hill, ending up on 15th street in front of our houses. Over and over we did this until the street was a sheet of ice from the sled runners.

The time came when we could no longer use the street. The city started plowing it before we could make it impassable. The people who were building the big houses at the top of the hill insisted upon being able to drive home. We thought that was pretty unreasonable of them. After all, there was a little back road they could use. It was barely one lane, but it would have allowed us to keep our sledding track.

Also, it has been quite a few years since that much snow has fallen on my little hometown. When I’ve been home I’ve seen kids sliding down the dead grass on the hillsides. No sleds, though, just cardboard. What a poor substitute for flying down that icy hill, barely in control of a speeding sled, laughing all of the way down.

If we reverse global warming and widen the back road will you give us back the road up Barger Hill?

Corn Off the Cob

Sunday, October 12th, 2008


In his maydecembersecrets.com website my friend Ron talked about his childhood happening in a more innocent time. I think that was true for me, too, even though it didn’t necessarily feel innocent around Halloween.

We went trick or treating on Halloween but it was different from today in many ways. Although we often ate too much candy during and after Halloween, we didn’t have to be careful about needles, razor blades or other additives that parent must check for today. We also received homemade items that would probably be thrown away today. I remember the popcorn balls, in particular. Popcorn was mixed in melted caramel, formed into a ball, and then wrapped in waxed paper. They were so good we often ate them as we walked and never wondered if the person who made them was wearing surgical gloves at the time.

We had to work to prepare for our Halloween pranks, if I can actually use that term to describe what we did. I lived in an area that had several small farms and garden plots close to me. By October all of the harvests were in and the fields had only the remnants, like corn stalks, remaining. Inevitably there was corn missed when the ears were removed by hand. We would comb through those rows of dead corn and always found several ears of dried corn.

We removed the shucks to get at the dried kernels inside. Then we took the ear of corn in both hands and twisted our hands back and forth on it over an open paper sack. This twisting motion released the kernels into the bag leaving only the empty corn cobs (which we occasionally used to make pipes.) It required a lot of ears of corn but we would usually end up with four or five pounds of corn kernels in the bag. By the time we were finished we had some very sore hands, too. I don’t know why we didn’t wear gloves.

Our children would probably laugh at us for calling what we did next a prank. We had two ways to display our displeasure at any home where we were not given candy. We carried our bags of corn along with pieces of soap as we went from house to house asking for candy. If we got none or no one was home we either soaped their windows or threw corn on their porch, or both. We really got even, huh? It didn’t occur to us to do any damage. That was as mischievous as we got until we became teenagers.

Today, carloads of children are taken from neighborhood to neighborhood. The candy is all that matters. I do believe some of these children may have little candy during the year but the waves of kids are too much at times. It’s also not unusual to wake up the next day and find pumpkin pieces scattered in the road where kids have taken jack-o-lanterns from porches and thrown them into the street. It felt like enough to us to just throw some corn. We enjoyed the artwork on all of the jack-o-lanterns too much to destroy them.

Times change. Kids change. Ideas of fun change. We were definitely “greedy” for candy at Halloween but ours came from homes in our neighborhood. We didn’t consider asking our parents to take us somewhere else. I don’t think they would have, anyway, and we still got more candy than we needed.

As I close this post I leave this thought with you. Halloween may have changed. Throwing corn might have been replaced by throwing pumpkins. However, if you enjoy eating candy corn during the Halloween season you can thank me and my friends and those Halloween pranksters that came before us. That candy corn represents the kernels of corn we threw. The yellow and white colors make it look just like the kernels of corn we so laboriously separated from their cob. I’m glad we could do that for all of you.

Growing Up Earnest

Monday, September 15th, 2008


Yep, that’s Earnest when I still thought I might grow up to be a cowboy. That’s also the house with the broken door. I lived there from about age 3 to 12 or 13. There are a couple of things of which to take note (in addition to how cute I was). One is the tree behind me. That’s the apple tree that fed the June bugs I flew. Second is the open window. I don’t remember when mom and dad finally got window air conditioning, but it wasn’t while I lived with them. That open window and a large fan upstairs were all we had for cooling. It didn’t do a very good job but I didn’t know anything different so it was OK. I do remember laying awake in the summer tossing my pillow over and over to try and find a cool spot, though.

That was a great neighborhood for a little boy. Directly behind the apple tree is my dad’s garden. The picture isn’t good enough to see it. Once the growing season was over it became lots of things. It was allowed to grow high with weeds in the fall and it became a place for us to fight wars and build clubs out of cardboard boxes and generally pretend we were somewhere other than Kenova. There was another, larger garden across the alley and we would dig foxholes and tunnels in it. War was a big deal for little boys back then.

I wanted to be a cowboy or a soldier. I didn’t become either but it sure felt real when I was growing up Earnest.

Let’s Hear it For the Big Cheese!

Friday, August 1st, 2008


I just listened to my friend Ron Lambert as he was interviewed by Elliot Barnes for Elliot’s Sparklecast. I have to admit I’m not sure who had the most fun, Ron or Elliot. There’s is no question that Elliot did an amazing amount of research for the interview and tested Ron’s knowledge of our home town.

Pumpkin houses and naming conventions almost tripped up Ron but I had coached him with Kenova trivia (yep, Kentucky, Ohio and Virginia). I could tell he was a little surprised by the questions but managed to hold his own.

All I can say is that Elliot is a well prepared interviewer. It sounded like he has been reading my blog, too. How else did he come up with Ron’s “two” sisters. Like me, Ron has three sisters and a brother but only two sisters have been mentioned on-line. We got him on that one, didn’t we Ron!

Elliot is Earnestine’s BOFitUK. I guess he will have to be mine and Ron’s BOGFitUK. I did hear something about that interview being one between dueling genius’s didn’t I?