Bert & Harv Reminisce

Crispina has posted another weekly challenge HERE

Everyone’s welcome to join in the fun. Here’s how it works:
Every Wednesday I post a photo. You respond with something CREATIVE
Here are some suggestions:

  • An answering photo
  • A cartoon
  • A joke
  • A caption
  • An anecdote
  • A short story (flash fiction)
  • A poem
  • A newly minted proverb, adage or saying
  • An essay
  • A song—the lyrics or the performance

You have plenty of scope and only two criteria:

  • Your creative offering is indeed yours
  • Your writing is kept to 150 words or less

Once you have your response posted, visit her blog and do a PINGBACK, or leave the URL of your response post in her comment box.

Here’s this week’s photo:

And here is my response, 150 words on the dot.

BERT & HARV REMINISCE

“Look at that, Harv. What’s it gonna be when it’s done?”

“Maybe it is done? Some kind of modern art?”

Bert scowled. “More’n likely. Folks nowadays know nothin’ about art. When we were young you could look at pictures and know what you were seeing. Today it’s all splash-dab and heaven knows.”

“Maybe it’ll be one of them water slides?”

“Maybe. Fool kids apt to kill themselves gettin’ up that high. Nowadays they need crazy thrills to keep ’em happy. When we were young, Harv, it was fun enough to…”

“And see those flimsy supports holding that tube. Any weight on them and down the thing’ll come.”

“For sure. Nowadays they don’t know how to build anything solid. Watched my grandson put up drywall one day. When I was young, builders tested plaster with a hammer. You take a hammer to today’s flimsy stuff…”

“Let’s get us some tea, Bert.”

If I Were A Reporter

Today’s article at The Write Practice was written by best-selling author Jerry B Jenkins and will interest anyone who’s hoping to earn an at-home income writing. He shares ten types of writing jobs a person could take on to earn an income while working at becoming a best-selling author buoyantly afloat on incoming royalties. (My words, not his.)

One of two fifteen-minute exercises suggested is to imagine yourself doing the type of writing that interests you: columnist, speech writer, screenwriter, journalist, blog content writer, etc. and write a piece in that style.

For example, if you’d like to be a JOURNALIST, write a newspaper article about something that happened to you this morning. I’m going to go with that, and try to incorporate a few other writing prompts into my tale. (Okay, didn’t really happen — but I did hang up two wren houses this morning.)

The Ragtag Daily Prompt for today is LIMP
Jibber Jabber with Sue prompt is CREATE
The Word of the Day prompt is NEW

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Image by morneauolivier — Pixabay

An eighty-two-year-old Aurora woman was injured in a nasty fall this morning, breaking her wrist, dislocating her shoulder, and badly twisting one knee while attempting to hang a wren house in a tree. The accident occurred around 9 am at 448 Shady Elm Place. The injured woman, Margaret Fallwell, explained that she so much enjoys listening to the wrens sing and wanted to create a new nesting site closer to her house before the birds return from the sunny south.
To this end she set up a ladder and had managed to climb up with said bird house in one hand and a hook in the other. Unfortunately, Mrs Fallwell found once she’d gained the top of the ladder and begun screwing in the hook, her grip on the tree trunk was not secure enough. She sustained multiple bruises and scrapes trying to keep herself from falling; however she was not successful and tumbled to the ground.
A neighbor, noticing her lying limp beside the ladder, called 911 before rushing to her aid. Police, fire, and ambulance personal were dispatched to the scene. Meanwhile Mrs Fallwell, with the neighbor’s help, managed to get up off the ground. She was taken to the hospital where she received treatment for her injuries.
Sargent James Nelson, spokesman for the Aurora City Police, strongly urges residents, especially seniors, to seek qualified help with any home improvements that involve the use of a ladder. “It may seem like a simple job,” he stated, “but the consequence of a fall may be a broken hip or other injury that will incapacitate the victim for many weeks. The elderly are especially susceptible to broken bones and a longer recovery time. It’s not worth the risk.”

We Witness a Drive-By Shouting

At 7:30 last night I was just finishing up my shift at the Villa, the seniors’ residence where I cook a few meals every week. My husband, who was waiting for me to finish my work, asked if I could hear a siren. He’d already alerted the residents that something unusual was going on outside, so they were all watching from the large picture window that faces the car port.

We saw a Fire Department vehicle, sirens blaring and lights flashing, drove into the Villa parking lot. A moment later we had the opportunity to witness first-hand a Drive-By Shouting.* We were forewarned that this would happen, but it was to be a surprise for the residents.

Two of our seniors had birthdays yesterday; Melvin turned 86 and Wilbert 91, so their families, together with the Villa board arranged this birthday party on wheels. Wilbert’s great-grandson and a friend drove up to the carport in a sort of dune buggy with flashing lights; they jumped off and fastened a large banner between two pillars on the outside of the carport, facing the picture window. “Happy Birthday Melvin & Wilbert,” it read.

Then they led a long procession through the carport, the two men’s families, Villa Board member and a number of others from the congregation. Our guess is at least twenty vehicles passed through our carport, with passengers honking and waving — much to the delight of the two “birthday boys.” Many vehicles were decorated with signs and balloons; in the back of one pickup two young people held up a large plywood sheet with Happy Birthday painted on it.

As they say, “A good time was had by all.”

Actually, we later heard that the local Fire Department had been involved in an earlier drive-by shouting, together with friends and family, for a Mrs Smith who turned 95 yesterday.

*I don’t know how widely used this term is, but a Moose Jaw reporter recently wrote about “the increase in drive-by shoutings” in that city, so I’m borrowing it. When folks are supposed to be self-isolating, they find creative ways of interacting. And there’s no ban on drive-bys.

I’m happy to say that our residents — and most residents of seniors’ & nursing homes in the province — have escaped the virus thus far. The stats I’ve heard today for Saskatchewan are: 301 diagnosed with Covid-19; 187 recovered; 4 deaths. So we’ve much reason to be thankful to date.

The Ragtag Daily Prompt for today is BAN

Grannie Brown

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Image: Pixel 1 from Pixabay

Soft-hearted dear, Grannie Brown
was friend to the children in town.
When the smell of her baking
spread hopes of partaking,
in minutes, guess who’d be around.

🙂

This limerick, a tale from “the good old days,” is my contribution today to National Poetry Month.

“Older Than Dirt”

I was talking with a friend yesterday and she asked me if I felt a year older now. No, not a whole year older. However, I just came across a file while scrolling through my DropBox and as I reread it, I realized that I, too, am “older than dirt.”
Renee Boomer shared these thoughts about eight years ago. They’re surely worth posting again. I hope they give you youngsters under fifty a smile today, too.

Man reflectingMy husband always tells the grandchildren that he is ‘older than dirt’. They find that quite funny. When I was approaching my sixtieth birthday they looked at me and said, “Gamma, now you will be ‘older than dirt’ just like Papa.
Ha-ha. They will have their turn.

Old-Time Memories

When my Dad was cleaning out my grandmother’s house he brought me an old Royal Crown Cola bottle. In the bottle top was a stopper with a bunch of holes in it. I knew immediately what it was, but my daughter had no idea.
She thought they had tried to make it a salt shaker or something. I knew it as the bottle that sat on the end of the ironing board to ‘sprinkle’ clothes with because we didn’t have steam irons. Man, I am old!

How many of these do you remember?
– Head lights dimmer switches on the floor.
– Ignition switches on the dashboard.
– Pant leg clips for bicycles without chain guards.
– Soldering irons you heat on a gas burner.
– Using hand signals for cars without turn signals.
— Ice boxes and home delivery of ice.
— Galvanized steel bath tubs.
Toy doll in tub

Here’s an official Older Than Dirt Quiz :
Count all the ones that you remember not the ones you were told about.
Then see your rating at the bottom. 🙂

Candy cigarettes
Coffee shops with table-side juke boxes
Home milk delivery in glass bottles
Telephone party lines
Newsreels before the movie
TV test patterns that came on at night after the last show and were there until TV shows started again in the morning. There were only 3 channels — if you were fortunate!
Peashooters
Howdy Doody
45 RPM records
Hi-fi’s
Metal ice trays with lever
Blue flashbulb
Cork popguns
Studebakers
Wash tub wringers

If you remembered 0-3 = You’re still young
If you remembered 3-6 = You are getting older
If you remembered 7-10 = Don’t tell your age
If you remembered 11-15 = You’re older than dirt!

I might be “older than dirt” but those memories are some of the best parts of my life!