Category: Let's talk
About seven years ago I started a board topic in the "elder folks" section where several of us told of things in our past that we thought would be interesting.
Seeing as how the absent landlords of this community won't let us add posts to that topic, I decided to start a new one.
Incidentally, that old topic can be read by going to this link.
Here's the intro I gave to that old topic.
"Was just looking through the posts in this board, and realized that many of them have to do with things in our past that affected us in some way.
I, myself, have a lot of time on my hands and find that I have all these memories of past events that I'd like to describe to someone, and noone wants to listen (don't blame them).
Don't know if this will work, but if not, then so be it.
So, here's the place to put those memories down."
I can't guarantee that anyone will read them, but why not try.
Bob
Bob I read your other board topic. A lot of neat stories. And that last one from the university is poignant and sad. I'm grateful you took the time to write all those, you and everyone else. A bit of history now sealed in the Internet archives, as it were.
I just went back and read that entire thread. I can't think of any stories right now that I didn't add to that original thread, but if I think of any later I'll add them.
Becky, your story about the blind teacher whose desk you used to invade reminded me of a teacher of mine.
This was a blind piano teacher who taught me in the third grade. She used to lean over me to feel my fingers when I played.
One day I noticed that she had bad breath. So, I brought a tube of toothpaste and left it on the keyboard after my lesson. The toothpaste disappeared, and I guess her breath improved.
She also had a statue of some composer on some shelves right next to the second floor window. Me and another boy would tie a noose around the statues neck and hang it out the window.
We thought it was super funny until we got busted by a sighted teacher. Then it wasn't so funny.
This teacher and I served on some committee when I was an adult. She called me "little Bobby" and told everyone what a sweet kid I was.
Bob