#TBTMemory 66: Then And Now

Lauren tells us that she’s "going through a crazy time" in her life right now, but still managed to get us questions for today…

This week’s rerun prompt is: That Was Then And This Is Now

These are apparently different questions that go with a previously-used theme. I don’t remember the theme, so they’ll be new to me.

When you were a kid, what were your creative outlets? As an adult, what have you created that you are most proud of? My creative outlets when I was a kid were drawing, playing the guitar, and some creative writing. As an adult, I would say this blog was my main creative effort, because the stroke left me incapable of drawing or playing the guitar. And I’m pretty proud of this blog.

Kind of like this, but with only my left hand

Have you ever saved someone’s life? Did you ever witness someone’s life being saved? Did someone save your life? Mary probably saved my life by getting me to the hospital quickly on the night I had a stroke, allowing the doctors to get to work on me quickly (they had something to do with my survival and recovery, too). I’ve never saved anyone’s life as far as I know, nor watched a lifesaving operation.

Did you ever get lost as a child? How did you handle it? Do you get easily lost now? I don’t remember ever getting lost as a child, so I can’t say how I handled it. As an adult who used to spend lots of time on the road, I got lost all the time, and for many years had no cellphone to call, meaning I’d get more lost driving around looking for a payphone. When we first moved to Georgia, we’d get lost all the time, and after driving around like the Flying Dutchman for half an hour (or more) suddenly find what we were looking for, and we’d be like "ugh, look what we find!"

I never get lost, people always tell me where to go…

Did you search out presents your parents hid from you? Did you get caught? Do you hide presents from family members as an adult? Are they ever found? I was never that curious about what I was getting for Christmas or my birthday, so I never went looking for anything. Likewise, I haven’t had any occasion to hide anything from anyone. This was the most curious I ever got.

Do you have a special song that was sung to you by either of your parents? Did you sing to your children? (or pets) Care to share the tunes? The only song I can vaguely remember was sung to me not by my parents but by my Aunt Bitsy, who isn’t that much older than I.

What’s something you were afraid of as a child? What is something you are afraid of as an adult? As a kid, everything, and I’ve talked about a lot of it here on the blog. One of them was Emergency Broadcast System tests…

That’s a particularly spooky one… As an adult? I dunno… Poverty? Nuclear war? Starving to death?

What do you wish you would have learned more about in school? Career planning, particularly how to write a resumé.

Is there something outside of school you were so interested in you taught yourself about it as an adult? Jazz harmony, for a start…

What made you laugh most when you were a child? What makes you laugh out loud now? Same answer: The Three Stooges!

What’s something from your childhood that helped to shape your outlook on life? My father’s death. It showed me how really little time ny of us has, and how things can change in a real hurryl

Time to blow this Popsicle stand!

14 thoughts on “#TBTMemory 66: Then And Now

  1. The durst comment, about your blog, I concur. You are so accomplished in your writing, your Supreme knowledge of music and your outlook in life.
    Your angel is Mary…full stop!
    I have been told by a few of my past clients that I saved them. Whether that I true or not, o don’t know, but it was nice to hear.
    I was a very curious child so, yes, I searched out my Christmas gifts and was happy to know what I was getting. I can’t remember how old I was but thought it was not nice of me to do that and made a conscious effort not to look. My mom and my brother both thought I was searching for them years after I had stopped.
    I loved to colour and draw. People thought I went to school for drawing but I never did.
    My brother saved me without knowing, I was 17 and believed what the bullies were telling me. When I visited my brother in University, his friends treated me with respect and enjoyed what I was saying. That visit changed my path in life.
    I am still deathly afraid of heights but I am beginning to get a bit better. I was scared of being killed. When I was sexually molested, at 7, he told me he would slice my throat from ear to ear if I talked. In Grade school, I was beaten and told to watch out as I might die. In high school, a group came to my locker, after school,and one picked me up by my throat so my feet were off the ground( she was a big bitch and I was a skinny thing back then) and was told by their “leader” that I was worthless and they too would slice my throat from ear to ear the next time they found me alone. I spent many times in the library after that but I recalled not wanting to give in to fear so I walked alone to my class, it was a shortcut, no one was around. I was proud of myself for trying to show no fear but I was quaking in my boots.
    I think every kid should be taught basics In budgeting, home economics and basics on a car-change a tire, spark plugs, change the oil.
    I can’t recall what my mom sang to me but I always remember the warmth of our joke, with classical music playing and, at Christmas, the beautiful music playing..Harry Simone Choir, Arthur Fiedler Christmas, German Christmas with the bells, Bing and,of ,course, The Bonanza Christmas album which I still have.
    Love the 3 Stooges but loved watching the screwball comedies. I also.love Monty Python.
    I’m listening Christmas music now and am decorating.


  2. You SHOULD be proud of this blog–one of the nicest I’ve ever seen or followed. And I’m sure it makes many peoples’ days like it does mine. But I can see you have a plethora of talents.


  3. John, you are such a joyful and accomplished blogger. I always enjoy your posts. Mary must have been frightened but you (and all of us) are so fortunate she acted fast. I don’t remember the Junior Birdman but we all made those hand features on our face!


    1. Thanks much for your kind words! Mary and I were helped by the hospital being so close, but yes, time was of the essence, and had she just said “we’ll go in the morning,” I might not still be aound.


  4. Thanks for joining in John. I guess I was the oddball because I always snooped.
    It’s good that you still enjoy your choldhood funny moments.


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