@djjd62,
Seriously, we had some of the best times. You know how in the old Mickey Rooney movies, or later in some of the Beach Bingo flicks, someone was always saying
"I know! We could put on a show!" ? That was us.
Two and sometimes three times a year, mostly in the summer, they would put a piece of plywood down on somebody's backyard, hang some crepe paper streamers from the trees and roof AND ta dah!, a stage was born. Kids sang solos or duets and they
practiced so they wouldn't screw up. Parents would come and applaud like crazy for their kid and everybody else's kid too.
When the German measles epidemic hit and they made everyone stay home from school (1955?), we gathered on the Marsh's porch to play Monopoly, Parcheesi, Sorry and tried to figure out the harmonies in "Mr Sandman".
At Christmas, we would all gather at the corner of my street and then go from house to house singing Christmas Carols (somewhere there is 8mm film of some of this.)
Down the hill, when Center Springs Pond froze over the city would plow the snow off of the ice and pipe music in over some loudspeakers. We skated in chains or five and six abreast singing "Cathy's Clown" and "Winter Wonderland".
That's
besides all the baseball, whiffle ball, football, soccer and horseshoes we played, and summer nights of Hide-and-go-seek, to say nothing about how high up in the trees we climbed (not me- acrophobia!) or how many kites we got tangled in the power lines or how many tree forts got built or how many Flexible Flyers got banged up (along with us) going down Town Hall Hill.
I hope today's kids are happy with their Playstations, but man, I think they are missing some things.
Joe(Okay. Let's get back to Kissing!)Nation