Throwback Thursday — Chores

Maggie, at From Cave Walls, and Lauren, at LSS Attitude of Gratitude, alternate hosting Throwback Thursday. The idea of the prompt is for them to give us a topic and for us to write a post in which we share our own memories or experiences about the given topic. This week, Maggie chose the topic of “Chores and Allowances.” She wants to know…

Did you have chores you were responsible for? At what age did that begin?

Probably starting at around five years old, my main “chore” was to keep my bedroom clean and neat.

Were you required to make your bed and keep your room tidy?

Yes, but that didn’t include things like vacuuming. My mom did that.

Did you have the responsibility for those chores for siblings or others in the house? Were chores evenly distributed?

I had two older sisters and they forbade me from setting foot in their rooms.

Were you asked to take out the trash, mow the lawn, or do the dishes? How about cooking?

Yes, yes, yes, and no.

Were you given an allowance? If so, at what age and how much?

I think I was about 10 when I started getting a 50¢ a week allowance. That was bumped up to $1 a week a few years later. Other than that, I earned my own money by mowing lawns, raking leaves, shoveling snow, and delivering newspapers.

Were there repercussions if you did not do your chores?

Sometimes it cost me my allowance. At other times, I would be grounded.

How did you establish chores once you had a home of your own?

I traveled for my job and was on the road a lot, so my wife handled assigning household chores to the kids.

Thursday Inspiration — What a Night

I was a senior in high school and I finally mustered the courage to ask her, my fantasy girl, to be my date for the winter dance. She accepted my invitation and we agreed to meet the night of the dance at the school gym.

I arrived before her. The gym had been all decked out to look like a winter wonderland and my nerves were on edge as I awaited her arrival.

I got a funny feeling in the pit of my stomach when she walked into the gym. She was stunning, everything I dreamed that she’d be. When I saw her smile and wave at me, I felt a rush like a rolling ball of thunder that hit me and almost knocked me over. It seemed as if my head was spinning around and something had taking control of my body.

She walked up to me and planted a kiss on my cheek. I was totally mesmerized by her and immediately fell under her hypnotic spell. All I could do was give in to sweet surrender.

Oh, what a night that late December back in sixty three was.

Written for Jim Adams’ Thursday Inspiration prompt.

Animal Kingdom

Some mammals are blubbery, like the majestic whale.

Others are lanigerous, like Bo Peep’s sheep.

There are critters that I find infuriating, like the moles who poke holes all over my lawn. I’d like to drub them on the head with a rubber mallet, but to them it’s just a game of whack-a-mole.

Some animals, like rams, use their antlers or horns against each other in their battle for dominance.

And then there are creatures who are pure innocence, like the fawns who almost daily visit my backyard with their families. As adorable as they are, I’d like to take my belt to them to scare them away because they are destroying my plants. But my wife asks for my understanding, insisting these delicate animals have the right to survive.

And for no other reason than to fit it into this post, I believe today’s prompt words are the greatest thing since sliced bread.

Written for these daily prompts: E.M.’s Random Word Prompt (blubbery), Ragtag Daily Prompt (lanigerous), My Vivid Blog (infuriating), Your Daily Word Prompt (drub), The Daily Spur (battle), Word of the Day Challenge (innocence), Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (belt), JusJoJan (understanding), and Scott’s Daily Prompt (sliced bread).

Sandman Wants to Know

Sandman, over at The Jazzocracy, posed four interesting questions today and I thought it might be fun to take a moment or two to answer them.

Do you believe in Ghosts and/or a Spirit World?

Sandman prefaced his own answer to this question by writing, “Now some of you might expect that this will be a simple yes or no answer, but I don’t think it is.” Well, I disagree with Sandman. I think it is a simple yes or no question. And the answer is “no.”

I don’t believe that God exists except in the minds and imaginations of men and women. I don’t believe there is an afterlife, or in heaven or hell. I believe that when we die, we no longer exist in any way, shape, or form. So given that, I can’t possibly believe in ghosts or in a spirit world. You should all feel free to believe whatever floats your boat, but for me, the answer is an emphatic “no.”

Who is your favorite literary Detective?

My favorite literary detective is Fred Morrisey. What’s that? You never heard of him? Allow me to introduce you to the crack detective, Fred Morrisey. Go to the top of my blog and, in the Search bar, type in “Morrisey.”

Should a film or TV adaption of a book deviate from the source material? Why?

It would be nice if a film or TV adaptation could stay true to the source book. However, especially when it comes to movies, which often have to try to cram a 400+ page book into less than two hours on the big screen, compromises must be made. It might be easier for a multi-episode TV series, where the book’s material can be spread over four, eight, or more episodes, to not have to significantly pare down the original material.

The other issue I have with movie and TV adaptations is when they deviate in character or venue from what I saw in my mind’s eye when I read the book. That can be a bit off-putting.

Would you ‘video’ yourself and your partner?

I have to admit that back in the day, when we lived in New Jersey and our kids were very young, my wife and I would occasionally take long weekend trips to the Pocanos in Pennsylvania, home to a number of so-called “romantic getaway” resorts.

And I will also admit that I would pack up my clunky VHS camera and when we got to our room, I would mount the camera on a tripod, press record, and video tape our “romantic getaway.”

It was fun, but once our kids got old enough to figure out how to insert a VHS tape into our video tape deck, we destroyed those tapes. But the memories linger to this day.

#WDYS — Clip-Ons

“Are you crazy?” Ben said. “You want $500 for a pair of flip-up clip-ons? That’s outrageous.”

“My friend, these are not just any clip-ons,” the man behind the counter said. “These are one-of-a-kind, unique, very special.”

“Yeah, right,” Ben said. “You think I’m going to fall for your rose-colored glasses shtick? Look through these and I’ll be cheerful and optimistic and will see the world in a whole, new, wonderful way, right? Listen, buddy, I didn’t just fall off the turnip truck.”

“Oh no, my friend, these clip-ons don’t merely change your perspective or alter your outlook,” the man said, “They bring everything you look at into crystal clear focus. They remove the fog of deception and reveal the truth.”

“Hey, truth is subjective,” Ben said. “I have my truth and you have your truth, and the truth is that I ain’t giving you 500 smackeroos to see bullshit.”

“But wait, my friend, there’s more,” the man said. “With these clip-ons, you will have x-ray vision. You can see right through objects, like doors and walls.”

“Well that sounds interesting, sure,” Ben said, “but it’s still not worth 500 bucks. I’ll give you 100 for them.”

“My friend, I cannot discount these clip-ons,” the man said, “but perhaps there is another feature of them that might sway you to pay my price.” The man snapped his fingers and a stunning redhead came out from the back of the store. “This is my assistant, Lola.”

Ben smiled, shook Lola’s hand, turned back to the man. “If you bundle the clip-ons and Lola together, we have a deal,” he said in jest.

The man looked at Ben and said, “My friend, I cannot sell my Lola to you. She’s my assistant and she’s not for sale. But I do invite you to put the clip-ons over your own glasses and then look at the beautiful Lola. When you do, you will see the truth I was telling you about.”

Ben thought for a moment. Maybe, if these clip-ons actually do enable x-ray vision, I’ll be able to see through Lola’s clothing and see her naked body. That might make these things worth the price. “Okay, I’ll give them a try.”

The man asked Ben to give him his glasses, to which he affixed the clip-ons. “I will put these on your head,” the man said, “but you must keep your eyes closed until I turn you around to face Lola. Then you may open your eyes and you will see the truth.”

“Fine,” Ben said, eager to get a glimpse at Lola’s voluptuous body. “Let’s just get this over with.”

The man gently placed the glasses with the clip-ons on Ben’s head, grabbed Ben by the shoulders, and slowly turned him 180 degrees so that he would be facing Lola. “You may open your eyes now,” he said to Ben.

Ben opened his eyes and looked directly at Lola. And then he started screaming in horror.

Written for Sadje’s What Do You See? prompt. Photo credit: Tathanhtaun @ Pixabay.