Chalkboard And Erasers (2002)

I can remember back in the old school days when the kids in the classroom would quickly raise their hands to do two functions in class. One was to erase the chalkboard, and the other was to get the opportunity to take the erasers outside and clap them together.

Those old fashioned chalkboards that are still in use today, May one day disappear just like the outside clothes line. the clothes line was something that was used it seemed like forever and then it came to a time when my children thought that the two posts in someone else’s backyard was an old game. Perhaps the two posts were used as goals for some type of sports. Little did they remember the need for the poles in order to get the laundry done back in the old days.

It is said that the school designers of today are eliminating the chalkboards in the new schools that are being built. instead we are seeing white shiny boards or in many cases high tech devices that turn the boards into computers. I’d have to say that we have come come a long way from the days of Little House on the Prairie when they used slates in order to practice the Abc’s.

A friend of mine said that one of her favorite things at school was to watch her teacher write with her personal piece of chalk. You know how a lot of the teachers had the little silver holders. Anyway her teacher would write so neatly with the chalk in the holder, and she always pictured herself writing with it.

One thing that will not be missed is having to physically write a particular punishment on the board so many times. I can remember seeing a few kids having to write I will not …….! By the time they
finished writing their punishment excercises their hands would be sore. I guess that on the computer boards of the future a typing punishment would be less excruciating. I know that I can type a lot faster than I can write, and then it is not quite as tiring.

Back in the old days every once in a while when we’d get a chance we’d scribble something on the board to shock the teacher. Not anyting too explicit, just something enough to let her know we’d messed with her board. Modern times will make that also much easier. a press of a keyboard and the deed will be done, and instead of her having to erase it all she’ll have to do is press the delete button. I’m sure that the look on her face will remain the same though. Modern technology cannot alter that reaction!

“One day memories will stir-
Regarding the subject of the chalkboard and eraser!”

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Chalkboard And Erasers (2002)

I can remember back in the old school days when the kids in the classroom would quickly raise their hands to do two functions in class. One was to erase the chalkboard, and the other was to get the opportunity to take the erasers outside and clap them together.

Those old fashioned chalkboards that are still in use today, May one day disappear just like the outside clothes line. the clothes line was something that was used it seemed like forever and then it came to a time when my children thought that the two posts in someone else’s backyard was an old game. Perhaps the two posts were used as goals for some type of sports. Little did they remember the need for the poles in order to get the laundry done back in the old days.

It is said that the school designers of today are eliminating the chalkboards in the new schools that are being built. instead we are seeing white shiny boards or in many cases high tech devices that turn the boards into computers. I’d have to say that we have come come a long way from the days of Little House on the Prairie when they used slates in order to practice the Abc’s.

A friend of mine said that one of her favorite things at school was to watch her teacher write with her personal piece of chalk. You know how a lot of the teachers had the little silver holders. Anyway her teacher would write so neatly with the chalk in the holder, and she always pictured herself writing with it.

One thing that will not be missed is having to physically write a particular punishment on the board so many times. I can remember seeing a few kids having to write I will not …….! By the time they
finished writing their punishment excercises their hands would be sore. I guess that on the computer boards of the future a typing punishment would be less excruciating. I know that I can type a lot faster than I can write, and then it is not quite as tiring.

Back in the old days every once in a while when we’d get a chance we’d scribble something on the board to shock the teacher. Not anyting too explicit, just something enough to let her know we’d messed with her board. Modern times will make that also much easier. a press of a keyboard and the deed will be done, and instead of her having to erase it all she’ll have to do is press the delete button. I’m sure that the look on her face will remain the same though. Modern technology cannot alter that reaction!

“One day memories will stir-
Regarding the subject of the chalkboard and eraser!”

ppp

 

Bingo (2007)

Friday night has arrived, and the nachos have been ordered. For some reason or another I cannot play bingo without them. Maybe it’s the crunch that makes the occasion, I don’t know. Not with the peppers added though. I’m a mild nacho kind of eater. Heard they are good for the sinuses, but can’t stand the tongue burn in the meantime.

My fee has been paid, and I’ve got my sheets lined up for the game. Of course, I’ve got my favorite colored blotters out, or as I call them, my bingo stampers, to get the job done. They come in so many colors. The shiny ones are especially nice. I prefer the purple ones myself.

You have to have some strong nerves in order to play bingo, especially during the blackout game. As it gets closer to the end, you just know that you are going to win. At least you think that you are going to win. It gets closer and closer. You’re down to three numbers left, and then two, and then one. Each time they call another number, you know that yours will be next and you pray that no one else is going to get their last number that is needed. Where they get these other numbers, I’ll never know. They just seem to appear out of the woodwork.

The room is so tense you could slice it with a knife, and then boom….You hear someone holler bingo. You’re glad for them while at the same time hoping that they made a mistake. Surely they marked a number that was not called and then you could just go on. Not so! The game is over and you hang it all up…..at least until the next bingo night.

And the next bingo night, they do come. I generally play on Friday nights, but if I happen to pop in on Thursday, I’ll see many of the same faces. These people are like family. Week after week we pack up our bingo stuff, and know that we will see each other again soon.

My grandmother used to play bingo, and loved every minute of it. And oh, by the way…Bingo is not just the elderly crowd. There are quite a few of the younger ones playing too. Of course younger to me nowadays means under 40, so you know what I mean.

Bingo is a national pastime…so I was not surprised when I saw that on Friday nights, ABC was showing a National Bingo Night. You could download you some cards, and off you went. The best part was that if you happened to win, you’d have until Monday to cash in your card. It was kind of hard to watch the national bingo show while out physically playing bingo, but on the other hand, with modern technology, I would assume that it is possible.

As long as we didn’t holler bingo for the game show, in the middle of the live bingo playing, we were okay. The national bingo game went off the air, but of course, I still have my in person bingo game to go to. The nachos are the main reason that I go. The ladies in the kitchen give it their special touch.

“Let the numbers flow-
Until I can holler bingo.”
-2007-

Bingo (2007)

Friday night has arrived, and the nachos have been ordered. For some reason or another I cannot play bingo without them. Maybe it’s the crunch that makes the occasion, I don’t know. Not with the peppers added though. I’m a mild nacho kind of eater. Heard they are good for the sinuses, but can’t stand the tongue burn in the meantime.

My fee has been paid, and I’ve got my sheets lined up for the game. Of course, I’ve got my favorite colored blotters out, or as I call them, my bingo stampers, to get the job done. They come in so many colors. The shiny ones are especially nice. I prefer the purple ones myself.

You have to have some strong nerves in order to play bingo, especially during the blackout game. As it gets closer to the end, you just know that you are going to win. At least you think that you are going to win. It gets closer and closer. You’re down to three numbers left, and then two, and then one. Each time they call another number, you know that yours will be next and you pray that no one else is going to get their last number that is needed. Where they get these other numbers, I’ll never know. They just seem to appear out of the woodwork.

The room is so tense you could slice it with a knife, and then boom….You hear someone holler bingo. You’re glad for them while at the same time hoping that they made a mistake. Surely they marked a number that was not called and then you could just go on. Not so! The game is over and you hang it all up…..at least until the next bingo night.

And the next bingo night, they do come. I generally play on Friday nights, but if I happen to pop in on Thursday, I’ll see many of the same faces. These people are like family. Week after week we pack up our bingo stuff, and know that we will see each other again soon.

My grandmother used to play bingo, and loved every minute of it. And oh, by the way…Bingo is not just the elderly crowd. There are quite a few of the younger ones playing too. Of course younger to me nowadays means under 40, so you know what I mean.

Bingo is a national pastime…so I was not surprised when I saw that on Friday nights, ABC was showing a National Bingo Night. You could download you some cards, and off you went. The best part was that if you happened to win, you’d have until Monday to cash in your card. It was kind of hard to watch the national bingo show while out physically playing bingo, but on the other hand, with modern technology, I would assume that it is possible.

As long as we didn’t holler bingo for the game show, in the middle of the live bingo playing, we were okay. The national bingo game went off the air, but of course, I still have my in person bingo game to go to. The nachos are the main reason that I go. The ladies in the kitchen give it their special touch.

“Let the numbers flow-
Until I can holler bingo.”
-2007-

Bingo (2007)

Friday night has arrived, and the nachos have been ordered. For some reason or another I cannot play bingo without them. Maybe it’s the crunch that makes the occasion, I don’t know. Not with the peppers added though. I’m a mild nacho kind of eater. Heard they are good for the sinuses, but can’t stand the tongue burn in the meantime.

My fee has been paid, and I’ve got my sheets lined up for the game. Of course, I’ve got my favorite colored blotters out, or as I call them, my bingo stampers, to get the job done. They come in so many colors. The shiny ones are especially nice. I prefer the purple ones myself.

You have to have some strong nerves in order to play bingo, especially during the blackout game. As it gets closer to the end, you just know that you are going to win. At least you think that you are going to win. It gets closer and closer. You’re down to three numbers left, and then two, and then one. Each time they call another number, you know that yours will be next and you pray that no one else is going to get their last number that is needed. Where they get these other numbers, I’ll never know. They just seem to appear out of the woodwork.

The room is so tense you could slice it with a knife, and then boom….You hear someone holler bingo. You’re glad for them while at the same time hoping that they made a mistake. Surely they marked a number that was not called and then you could just go on. Not so! The game is over and you hang it all up…..at least until the next bingo night.

And the next bingo night, they do come. I generally play on Friday nights, but if I happen to pop in on Thursday, I’ll see many of the same faces. These people are like family. Week after week we pack up our bingo stuff, and know that we will see each other again soon.

My grandmother used to play bingo, and loved every minute of it. And oh, by the way…Bingo is not just the elderly crowd. There are quite a few of the younger ones playing too. Of course younger to me nowadays means under 40, so you know what I mean.

Bingo is a national pastime…so I was not surprised when I saw that on Friday nights, ABC was showing a National Bingo Night. You could download you some cards, and off you went. The best part was that if you happened to win, you’d have until Monday to cash in your card. It was kind of hard to watch the national bingo show while out physically playing bingo, but on the other hand, with modern technology, I would assume that it is possible.

As long as we didn’t holler bingo for the game show, in the middle of the live bingo playing, we were okay. The national bingo game went off the air, but of course, I still have my in person bingo game to go to. The nachos are the main reason that I go. The ladies in the kitchen give it their special touch.

“Let the numbers flow-
Until I can holler bingo.”
-2007-

Modern Mother Goose-On The Loose (Barnabas Collins)

There was a time when we couldn’t wait to get home from school. Of course, we were not unusual, for all children yearn for that moment, but this was for a special occasion. Dark Shadows would come on about that time. To miss it, well, would be bad. No goofing around, on the walk home from school, but a mad dash.

A soap opera for teens, it what it was. Day to day, week to week, and on Fridays we would be left hanging. We’d have to wait the whole weekend, to see what would happen next.

Barnabas Collins was the vampire that we all loved. In normal circumstances, we might be afraid, but we would all root for Barnabas. The idea of him being found out, could not happen. We waited for him to leave his coffin, so that we could watch him walk among the living, until the sun came up.

I hadn’t thought about Dark Shadows in a long time. Years ago, I re-watched and enjoyed it. There are some things that just stick with you. The recent passing of  Jonathan Frid, brought the flood of memories back. Gee, he was 87 years old. I can still see him roaming around Colinswood. In the show he lived there a long time ago, came back, and to his fans, he is still there.

There have been vampires before Barnabas, and plenty of them after, but, he is the one that I fondly remember. The cape the cane, the picture of the “ancestor” on the wall. A time when all things could not be explained, and we loved them anyway.

Mystery, was the key word, which also reminds me of Alfred Hitchcock. Of course, that would be another story. I saw the picture of Sir Anthony Hopkins, who will be playing the master of suspense. I’m just like that kid that cannot wait to get home from school, except this time it will be after work. My seat at the theater is already reserved. Just have to dig up the patience, to wait, until the movie is released.

It looks like no matter how old we get, it is always a wonder to have something to look forward to. “Good Evening”, has just been added to the list.

“A fond farewell to bid-

To our favorite vampire, Barnabas Collins aka Jonathan Frid.”

-2012-

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Slow That Time Down (2015)

It’s hard to believe that summer is about here. It’s also hard to believe the fact that we are already in June. One has to

ask that same old question about where did the first half of the year go?

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It wasn’t that long ago when we celebrated the New Year. Valentine’s Day flew by, and so did Easter, and the rest

of the holidays. Spring break passed, the graduations are over, and now school is out.

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I’ve always felt that the older we get, the faster the year flies, but it has gotten totally out of control. I do say this in fun,

But really and truly it is not so fun after all. I am not prepared to put up my Christmas decorations. Yes, it is six months

away, but the way things are going, we’ll suddenly be there.

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As we get older we look for those long lazy day summers. The ones we spent in our childhood. Perhaps it is only doled

out to the young. If only there was some way to capture those moments. They say that you’re only as old as you want to

be, so maybe going backwards might do the trick.

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Cloud watching or playing a board game might do the trick. A thousand piece puzzle would be a change. Chalk might be the

answer. The sidewalk could be decorated in the midst of a hopscotch pattern.

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A quick trek up a tree would really bring one back. On the other hand, the neighbors might begin to wonder what is going

on. Seeing their longtime neighbor suddenly up a tree, would not bring back any youth or time stalling for them. They might

assume that some form of help is needed.

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So maybe there are other ways to slow down the time. In the meantime I might as well enjoy day today, no matter how

quickly it passes.

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“To cause a stir-

Regarding that quickly passing calendar.”

-2015-

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