My dad just loved to tease. When we were little, he liked to play a question and answer game with us 3 boys. An example:
Dad – Robbie, what is 12 times 12? Me – 144. Dad – right!
Dad – Steve, (Steve was only 5), what was Einstein’s theory of relativity…was it E=mc2? Steve – yes. Dad – very good, Steve!
Dad – ok Mike, your turn, (Mike was 4),…what famous President was the Washington Monument named after? (pause)….. Mike – you’re giving Steve all the easy ones! Mike getting angry and upset…so Dad – ok, ok…here’s an easy one Mike. What color is Washington’s white horse? Mike – you said you would give me an easy one!! At which point Mike’s face would get red with anger and he would storm out of the room and be upset for perhaps 10 minutes. Continue reading →
Boredom rarely struck growing up on Prytania Ave in the 70’s. That’s because on our city block alone, the parents there had birthed over 60 children…yes 60. Of course the ages were varied, but in my ‘baseball age group’ there were at least 30 kids to tap into for entertainment. One of my favorite night time summer games to play was called “purse”.
Playing purse was easy – all that was required was an old purse from a mom, a little patience and the primary secret ingredient – dog poop. We would play this game as the sun was going down. The ball games had ended for the day and it was time for serious evening entertainment. The game was the invention of Tim (who sadly is no longer with us). We would acquire an old purse from anyone’s mom and then we would place a few lumps from Tim’s dog kennel. Next we would wait for no passing cars and then one of us would run out to the middle of the street and drop the purse. We’d then hide and watch the fun unfold. I can’t recall just how many times a car would come by, stop to collect the purse and then about midway down the block we’d see the purse come flying out the window!
We’d laugh ourselves silly…..and then reset the bait, waiting for the next victim.