I broke a few windows in my day, too. My brother, his friends and I played baseball in the front yard of our housing project ( a wonderful place at the time). I remember the superintendent of project coming to our apartment to discuss the matter with mom. It seemed that after that we were able to direct the ball away from the windows. BTW, my brother still tells people that his sister has the longest homerun. LOL
Then, there was the year that my brother and I had the urge to soap windows on Halloween like many of our friends did. Mom warned us NOT to. We sort off didn't heed her warning. We decided to soap our own. Ha! Dummies. When mom asked who did it we told the truth. Carlo, we learned that it's hard getting soap off windows and screens. LOL
My gramp was the founder of the Fulton Veteran's Council. All of his adult life he organized the Memorial Day parade and decorated all the graves in his county with flags. My brother and I would help. It was quite an honor.
One year some people suggested to gramp that the parade should have balloons and other "circus" type things for sale. Oh, and fireworks. Gramp insisted that the event was not a celebration , but a time to remember. It was sad that after he passed away they allowed balloons and fireworks.
You can almost read my mind my sweet woman.. That could have gotten you in trouble in earlier years, I’m sure.. LOLOL However that was then, and this is now.. What I have become is akin to a Town Crier, not as in boo hoo, but more like a whistle blower, that sounds the alarm when history bumps into the present and future..
Having lived long enough to remember events as they happened, and not how they are being written, and not selectively retold with agendas, and bias.. To be honest, I too have a selective memory, but in a way that the folks that read my drivel, would have seen these events as they unfolded, with Country, National interest in mind, with the history of this great experiment has been at the ready for Justice, throughout the world, and proud of what we have achieved..
So I will remind you folks what it was like when things were a bit less divisive, less complicated, and much more patriotic..
People that enjoy those fond memories, will read my stuff, and remember things that have been shuffled under the weight of years of problems and faded by times and places..
I waste your time with smiles and laughs at ourselves, because I never really grew up, or at least I may have the blessing of selective dementia..
You my dear girl and everyone that read these musings need to share your stories, so we too can jog our brains to spill the beans on the history of better times.. GOD BLESS YOU, and all of our friends.. Carlo