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Post by hairymooseknuckles on Oct 12, 2022 16:15:12 GMT -5
Ok…This thread is for everyone and I’d like you to join in. Reveal as much as your comfortable with or as little as your comfortable with. Let’s everyone take a random day out of your youth and tell us a story about something you remember.
The reason I thought of this was because earlier today I passed a shack with a big sign that said “Fresh Crawfish.”
My story today takes place when I was 7. We had moved off the Turkey Ranch into a very small town. We didn’t live there, but a short time because we were waiting for my Sister to be born and the Turkey Ranch was over an hour a way in any direction from civilization. I made friends with another boy a couple years older and he lived a few houses away.
One afternoon we were looking for something to do. It had come a pretty good rain that morning, so we decided to “fish” for crawdads. Why we didn’t “fish” in our own ditches is anyone’s guess, but we decided to go a couple blocks over and fish in someone else’s yard.
I guess we were making more noise than we thought because a lady came out of the house and asked who we were and what we were doing. She was very sweet, but she asked us to “run along home” and play in our own yard. She did tell us her husband worked nights and needed to sleep.
We did as we were told and went back to his house to sit on the porch. While sitting there he asks me “say, you ever touch a dead person?” I told him no, I surely never did and what’s more I don’t want to. At that age, I hadn’t seen that many dead people. After being called “Chicken” and then being dared, I finally gave in. We walked to the small funeral home and just so happens there was someone there. It was an elderly man. There wasn’t anyone else there that we saw. We stood there looking into the casket for a couple minutes and my friend said “I dare you to touch it.” I stood there another minute and he says “c’mon, don’t be a chicken.” I reached up and touched his hand and it felt “ice cold.” I ran out of there quick. I don’t think I slept a wink that night. In fact, it bothered me for weeks with nightmares.
I finally told my Mom and she put me in her lap and we had a long discussion about death. I don’t think I completely understood death until that talk.
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Post by spike on Oct 12, 2022 20:43:44 GMT -5
Well if we are talking icky dead people stories . . . My father passed away when I was 13. Hanging out with him in his coffin was not where I wanted to be so I wandered about in the funeral home. Made my way downstairs and found a small area with a sofa. I was sitting there and this man found me. I asked him what was behind the door. So I would like to believe that he was just trying to be kind to a child and not a sicko, plus he had no idea that it was my father upstairs. So he took me though the embalming room. Gave me quite the tour as he did the embalming, showed me the tools and table etc. My sister found me, she freaked out, momma came unglued at the seams. When it finally sunk into my thick skull what had happened to my father in that room, by that guy, I don't think I slept 3 winks at a time for months!
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Post by hairymooseknuckles on Oct 12, 2022 21:23:57 GMT -5
Oh dear Spike. How traumatic for you! I’m so sorry you experienced that.
I hadn’t intended these stories to be about dead people, but thanks for sharing. I hope remembering this doesn’t cause you a restless night.
Let’s see if someone has a happy memory.
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Post by spike on Oct 12, 2022 21:52:05 GMT -5
hairymooseknuckles, LOL YOU started it! I am fine, that was a long long time ago. >,< well maybe NOT that long ago Most of my favorite memories of childhood are either on horseback (no fancy stuff like bridles and saddles) or at my Old Uncle's pond. Was either fishing, swimming or ice skating on that pond. My Aunt would make me sugar cookies and lemonade, or hot chocolate in the winter. My Old Uncle set up a burn barrel by the pond to keep me warm when ice skating. Was a different world back then and I was so lucky to grow up back then.
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Post by paulf on Oct 12, 2022 22:45:44 GMT -5
As a college job I worked at a hospital as a "houseman" which was a nice name for janitor. We mopped and dusted and all that janitor stuff. One of my duties was to get dressed in scrubs complete with booties and hair net and mask and mop the morgue. Really was spooked the first week with a body being autopsied, but after that it became no big deal. After a couple of weeks I was "promoted" to assistant waxer and learned how to make a floor really shine after a wax and buff job.
No loss of sleep but then I was a college student and didn't get much sleep anyway. Too many dates and parties, I guess.
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Post by brownrexx on Oct 13, 2022 10:28:18 GMT -5
I grew up about 1/2 mile from a railroad track and of course I was forbidden to go near it. However we discovered that we could put pennies on the track and pick them up squished. How fun. I never told my parents about that. Can you imagine knowing that your kids were hanging around a railroad track?
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