Post by Dorothy J Heydt
[much upthread snipped]
Post by Kevrob
My Dad, born in the 19-teens, would chide us for doing so.
He was afraid we'd get hookworm. Barefoot was for the beach.
He was livid when my older brother, about to enter his senior year
of high school, seriously injured his leg playing pick-up touch football
at the park near the beach one August. How wearing shoes would
have helped my bro, I don't know. He tried to run through a small patch
of high grass, the type you'd find Tom Sawyer or Huck Finn chewing on.
Unfortunately, the grass camouflaged a large rock or paving stone.
It cracked his shin, and he had to sit out most of the football season.
Was this a disappointment for him, or for his father? If the
latter, let me go find a tiny violin.
It was a disappointment for my brother, of course. My father was not
very happy, because:
1) One of his children was hurt.
2) He probably had to pay a health insurance deductible.
3) At the time, my brother was a middling-too-poor student,
and the threat that he might get bounced from a sports team
was an impetus to actually make the minimum grase point required.
4) Is more complicated. Since my brother's academic record was
....spotty.... compared to his higher achieving siblings, there was
a real question of whether any tertiary school but the local community
college would take him! Big bro healed up, and my coach-Dad* found
a junior college in the Southwest where he could play football and -
oh, yeah - take classes. He wasn't a first-stringer, but played QB
on the "scout team" against the defense in practices. He was also
a placekicker, so hurting the leg was less than optimum.
BroRob made it through JuCo, enrolled at a branch of Long
Island University, and earned a BA and a teaching credential.
He followed in Dad's footsteps, teaching and coaching. He
eventually got serious.
Post by Dorothy J Heydt Post by Kevrob
As for the "...Sixpence" song, there are older versions dating to the
early 19th century, according to the always helpful Mudcat Cafe. One
is "The Jolly Shilling," and counts down from twelve pence.
I probably learned the tune from Lawrence Welk, whose show my folks
Dear me, I was taken to dance to the band of Lawrence Welk once,
in Long Beach if I'm not mistaken. Early sixties. I remember
being astonished he was still alive.
Now, that's some serious pop-culture avoid-fu! Welk's show was on
national TV weekly until 1982, and while not on the cutting edge of
the music scene, even those who didn't watch would recognize a
parody. I learned all sorts of "square" music from the Welk show.
* My Dad did not coach his sons, as we didn't go to his district's
schools. Oh, he taught us stuff in the back yard, but we were
never put through what I understand can be an ordeal for some