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Thursday, March 24, 2016

Snow Forecast

George and Me.
One of us was smart . . . and the other has her hair in curlers.
I never was a particularly timid child.
In fact, if one were searching for words to describe me, 'timid' probably wouldn't have even been considered.
Boisterous. Cheerful. Loud. Noisy.
These all would have been correct.
But timid?
No.
And yet, there were certain times when 'timid', even fearful could have been used with complete accuracy.
Let me explain . . .
It was the fifties.
We had a TV.
And one channel which came on the air at 10:00 in the morning and left the air at midnight.
I often watched as 'Oh, Canada' played in the morning. Because I had already been watching the Indian Head test pattern for half an hour, waiting for Friendly Giant.
I never got to hear the playing of 'God Save the Queen' at midnight. Because, let's face it, I was four. By that point in time, I had been in slumberland for hours.
Moving on . . .
When the TV station was off-the-air, we had 'snow'.
And not the good kind.
White, yes, but that is where all similarity ended.
It was static-y.
And, when your brother turned the volume up loud . . .
Scary.
Said brother discovered this early. (He says he had been watching when I discovered it.
Let's just say I've erased that memory.)
And he used it often.
If he was playing in the living room and didn't want any Diane type company, he would turn on the TV, confirm quickly that there really was nothing on, and turn up the volume.
Whereupon (good word) I would run, shrieking, from the room.
Heh. Heh. Heh.
Mom couldn't get after him because he hadn't said or done anything to me, personally.
Simple.
Genius.
Fool-proof.
And the room was cleared for another half-hour of uninterrupted fun.
Until Diane forgot everything that had just happened and ventured, again, into the front room.
TV. Volume. Repeat.
So you see where the word 'timid' comes in.
Unfortunately, the word 'brainiac' never applied.

4 comments:

  1. So many shared memories. Oh, how I loved the Friendly Giant! My sisters never tormented me by turning up the volume of the static - but I never liked the sound anyway. Unlike you, though, the best word to describe my young self (all the time) was timid!

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  2. Brothers are soooooo good at that.
    I can remember when I was seven or eight the youngest of my brothers (but older than me) slid a saucer of water into my bed. When I climbed into bed hours later of course I knocked it over.
    So he ran to tell my parents that I had wet the bed. Which was true...

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  3. I had an older brother, too ... the tormenting may take different forms, but it's always there!

    I LOVE that picture of you with your hair in curlers!

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  4. I remember when TVs used to go off for the night. That loud test pattern came up. It now reminds me of too many horror movies that involve evil spirits climbing out of TVs!!!

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