Wednesday, September 17, 2008

His Mad Skills...

Yesterday at the conclusion of the dance lessons one of the instructors comes over to me with a long circular thread, widely known to grammar school girls as the 'cat's cradle'.  I had not seen one in lifetimes...

He took me back to a time before rollerskates, when (even in a NY winter) I was forced to wear a string1white peter pan collared short sleeved shirt and plaid pleated skirt and (ugh) hushpuppies, when we had to line up by class out of doors in the schoolyard waiting for session or during recess.  

We used to pass the time away, plucking these strings with our pinkies or thumb and forefingers, trading shapes back and forth.  I did not think I would remember what to do or how to do it when he presented it to me but it was all there somewhere in my mind and I even was able to pull out a couple oldies that were new to him.  I spent too much time enjoying this.

Maybe next I can find someone to play all those patty cake games with...

Ms. Marple had a steamboat, the steamboat had a bell, Ms. Marple went to heaven and the steamboat went to...Hello, operator,.give me number 9, and if you disconnect me, I'll cut off your...Behind the 'frigerator, there is a piece of glass...

Hmm - guess i was CHEEKY even as a kid!

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1 comment:

Palm Springs Savant said...

isn't it funny how things like that can send you that far backin a matter of seconds. I had a similar sensation the other day when I saw a poster of Farrah Fawcett.