Two problems with that. #1- I don't have any chapter length writings. #2- Working 40-50 hours a week and watching grandkid three times per week doesn't leave much time to create anything that's chapter length.
You should use your stories there as a prompt for real chapter-length pieces. You have a great voice, style and a smooth flow to your narrative. Besides, you're just sitting around not doing nuthin all day, right?
Hilarious! I'll have to sneak more peeks at your other posts! Great writing style, you! I'm a kid from 1966. There was a boarded-over outhouse attached to our garage still when I was a kid. My dad painted the thing dark red, took the door off, and called it his personal, private thinking spot. I don't remember that he ever sat there other than when he had a lemonade or water break during gardening, but it kind of made him happy to have that spot in case the urge to sit and think came over him.
Alas, I'm not even half as old as that. However, I will with my hand raised, tell you that we didn't have indoor plumbing until the early 70's. Here's a pretty funny story that is true. Only the names have been changed to protect the innocent, or those that think they are. http://rosshines.blogspot.com/2008/09/flashback-friday.html
We must be some really twisted individuals with all the "sat on the cat" LOLs that i've seen (and made) lately. They remind me of the line from Monty Python "A bit lumpy. No wonder, I was sittin' on the cat." I used to joke, that in the winter, I'd take a cat out to the outhouse with me so I'd have something warm to sit on.(we didn't have running water until I was about 10)
Wow! Weird! I was thinking harder and I think my story is actually from around 1980. I would have been almost fourteen. It was a church group in my case, too. I went about four or five times after that, but you can be sure I never went on that darn Gemini again! I grew up in southern Michigan, near Jackson, so Cedar Point was not horribly far to go for a school outing (band or senior trip) and once I went with friends and their parents. Still the only amusement park I've been to, and my last time there was 1984!
I promise you I didn't. It was either summer of 1982 or spring of 83. My "church mom" had invited me to go with their family. I believe it was "The Blue Streak". I was 19 and riding with her youngest son, who was 14. As we were going up the hill, I grabbed the bar and it moved. I looked at him and said "Oh, God. We're not locked in." He said "What are we gonna do?" I replied "Hang on for dear life!" I wrapped my arm through the bar and clamped down with my other arm. I then braced my back & feet. I could see the headlines "Teens Die At Cedar Point". We screamed as the ride careened through its course. When the ride finally came to a stop, the attendant started at the front and began unlocking the bars so the people could get out. We just flipped ours up and walked off. The attendant's jaw hit the floor. True story with my hand raised.
You stole that Cedar Point story from me! I swear! I was like twelve on the Gemini. Going up the hill was fine, but as soon as it started down that first big drop I was rising up in my seat. The girl I was riding with had the smarts and calmness to slam the bar down over us. I never saw another moment of that ride. Eyes closed until it was over. Nightmare!!
I'm pretty tired. Several of the young men that normally help. have gone off to college. That meant some of us "older guys" had to pick up the slack. I did a lot of lifting during those four days. I've done what I can to train those that are younger to step in to any of the positions. If we are at it another 23 years, someone will need to know how everything is supposed to be done.
During an average festival, we'll clean, cook & serve around 100,000 ears of corn. Wednesday & Thursday there were very few young men there because of school & work so I took the job of transfering the corn from the cleaning tables to the rinse tank. I split my time Friday between doing this and manning the butter station where you dip a basket containing about a dozen & a half ears into a vat of melted butter and then dump it onto the serving table. I buttered most of Saturday, especially during the non-stop three hour rush at suppertime. There isn't a job there that I haven't done in the 23 years that we've been doing it.
Thank you for the congrats. I've had very little time for "pootering" this week. My church mans the corn booth at the Millersport Sweetcorn Festival, which ended last night. On Monday, I had to do everything around here that needed done for the week. Tuesday became church night (which is normally Wednesday, but moved because of the festival). Wednesday, I went to work @ 6AM, worked 9 hours and went home long enough to change my shirt. Then I drove a van load of people on the hour trip to Millersport. We worked there until 9 PM and drove the hour home. I jumped through a much needed shower only to repeat the process. Saturday, we left at 9:30 AM and left there at 9 PM. We're only having one service today at 2 PM so all those that worked can recoup a bit.