Reminds me of an Uncle who smoked Florida Queen cigars and I would swipe one now and then and go down to the river and puff away while fishing. Somebody gave him a box of King Edwards, and I slipped in and got me one. Down at the riverbank dreaming I was Huck Finn, I started feeling kinda woozy and my skin got clammy. I was SICK! :shock: I musta been green as a dollar bill when I went home and Mom noticed.
"No, Mom", I burped, "Musta been sumpin' I et"!
She didn't let on, but she probably suspected I had been smokin'. I never touched a King Ed for the REST of my life!
I smoked cigarettes and cigars for years (I quit several years ago), and never got sick on a cigar. But, nosiree! I wouldn't have nuttin' to do wid no King Edward Cigar!
But those were, indeed, the days. Didya ever take a watermelon, cut it in half and set the rind under your Dad's car wheel? As michievous kids, we LOVED to see a car "git a wheel", so we played tricks like the watermelon rind under the back tire to see the grownups spin their wheels wondering what the heck was the matter (for a short time)-until the rind wore down to the gravel. Mrs Morgan thought her '49 Ford had burned up her clutch when, one summer day at Bible School, we jacked up her car (her son and my best buddy was my co-conspirator) and set a scooped-out rind under her tire. We fell out laughing, and she was a good sport, relieved that there was nothing wrong with her car.
Or the time, Junior Morris bought a new '57 Chevrolet and brought it up where the men were working on the church roof to show it off. Junior was the typical leather-jacket, black-haired "Rebel without a Cause" always combing his hair like you-know-who. He backed the car down the long driveway, and without looking back or pausing to see his way clear, slammed the car in Drive and floored it. I was 9 years old, and was awed to see this car scream and moan with tires howling and literally covering the rear end of the car in smoke. He dug two
trenches in the asphalt that stayed there for 15 years until the road was re-paved. I stopped by one day around 1972 when I was long grown and walked out to see if those marks were still there. Junior was the James Dean of my community, and when he made those marks, THIS 9 year old was impressed!
Cars simply didn't DO that in 1957.
Many, many memories!! OH, it was also about the time I was listening to my Dad's 1940 Philco cabinet radio with the shortwave band and getting interested in radio. You never know what will stick with you over the years!
CWM