When I was a child I could have swum across Lake Huron all the way to France. Don't bother me with geography, my sister assured me she could see it. In my twenties I visited Bourg-Saint-Andéol. The cool breeze made it feel like Michigan. Turns out, we are at about the same latitude.
This is also where the Soviets were going to land with their parachutes at any minute. The things they told us in the 1970's. The Ice Age was upon us. We would live on the moon in the year 2000. Cars would fly. We'd have scanners at the grocery store that would know how much each item...wait a second.
We drank sugar. We sat too close to the TV, but not as close as you are to your phone. We ate hot dogs straight out of the refridgerator! Milk was 5 cents at school, 6 if you wanted chocolate. There is no cents symbol on my keyboard. We had roller rinks. I am not even going to define that. If you know, you know.
I had a tiny red Bible given to me at school. The Gideons handed them out.
I wonder if they still do that.
All this and more happened to us, and we are still alive!
ReplyDeleteWe survived!
DeleteI drank so much sugar! And that school-milk, which was never cold enough to taste right.
ReplyDeleteThe poetry of your post draws me into the stories... Did you often swim in Lake Huron?
I live in the deep South these days, but we went up to visit the old house recently. It was too cold to swim.
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