"My people" (love that phrase) were all from upstate NY and New England. There was no such thing as "lunch." The midday meal was "dinner," and we sat at the "dinner table." (Exception being if you had a lunch pail - never a lunch box.) The evening meal was always supper - and yes, we were at the supper table. Funny the little things you remember when you look back...
Swimming: IF I could swim (which I can't) it would have to be in a pool. I'd still want to know where the bottom was. I don't trust farm ponds and the like; I've seen too many fair-sized snapping turtles for that, not to mention water snakes. Lakes have that "Where's the bottom?!?" thing going on, and so do oceans - plus with oceans come riptides. I admit it! I AM that cowardly soul!!!
Ahem.
My mother taught me to drive in a VW beetle. When I (after much practice and great concern about the endurance of the transmission) got good enough that I never stalled it or rolled back on hills, she had me start reversing up hills... stop... back up some more... stop... back up... *sigh* I never did get the hang of that, and the whole experience was so traumatizing I didn't get my license until I was 40. With a Dodge Omni automatic. ;-)
Peanuts: salted or plain? ;-)
2,253 Days since: Sedentary Lifestyle