It's A Loverly Day Today
At least, that’s what Liza Doolittle would have sung, if she had combined “Wouldn’t It Be Loverly” with “It’s A Lovely Day Today.”
It’s a little bit of both. A beautiful spring Sunday, temps are just right, no wind. In the Olde Days, we would take a leisurely walk from my maternal (friendly) grandparents’ house up to my paternal (ugh) grandparents’ house. Those were the days when you walked, partially because you were used to not driving during WW2. Besides, what else would you do on a Sunday afternoon? Television hadn’t been invented yet.
What did we do before television? There weren’t enough hours in the day, which may come as a surprise to people brought up in the tv age, the video game age.
We played croquet. Don’t laugh; it takes skill, more than you have pushing buttons and watching it happen on a screen. The lawn is not smooth, you have to hit the ball with just the right force and you spend time talking. It’s a great, calm, social game.
I went to Burritt’s Lumber Supply place to get shavings for my hamster’s cage, usually following the brook that came from up the hill a bit, underground past our house, then along the back across the street to the lumber yard.
And there were books, adventures and information, in the public library. They took me everywhere, taught me everything.
It’s a little bit of both. A beautiful spring Sunday, temps are just right, no wind. In the Olde Days, we would take a leisurely walk from my maternal (friendly) grandparents’ house up to my paternal (ugh) grandparents’ house. Those were the days when you walked, partially because you were used to not driving during WW2. Besides, what else would you do on a Sunday afternoon? Television hadn’t been invented yet.
What did we do before television? There weren’t enough hours in the day, which may come as a surprise to people brought up in the tv age, the video game age.
We played croquet. Don’t laugh; it takes skill, more than you have pushing buttons and watching it happen on a screen. The lawn is not smooth, you have to hit the ball with just the right force and you spend time talking. It’s a great, calm, social game.
I went to Burritt’s Lumber Supply place to get shavings for my hamster’s cage, usually following the brook that came from up the hill a bit, underground past our house, then along the back across the street to the lumber yard.
And there were books, adventures and information, in the public library. They took me everywhere, taught me everything.
posted by Tom Carten at 2:08 PM
4 Comments:
Is it just me, or did every thing begin to turn green this weekend?
It's not you; truckloads of green arrived and the squirrels were out with their little paintbrushes overnight.
Love them squirrels!
And you left out a tree to be climbed.
CJV
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