cherries
So we grew together,
Like to a double Cherry, seeming parted,
But yet a union in partition;
Two lovely berries molded on one stem.
–Shakespeare, A Midsummer Night’s Dream
My two oldest sons are twins. I think this is a wonderful description of what they are like.
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Awww.. nice photo and sentiment.
Have the boys started reading Shakespeare yet? I know that would be too complicated for Alyssa to do (she still has reading issues) but I seem to remember reading him at about their age.
Thanks Ms. Sue. As for your question about reading, if shakespeare came in comic book form (and I’m sure, somewhere, that is happening), we might be reading him. In our house, Simpsons comics rule. The boys are also fans of Archie and Asterix and anything that has to do with baseball. I did not read Shakespeare until college, and only after some struggle did I figure out what is essentially a new language. The trouble with canonical literature is that we approach it with so much dread (this will be hard, this will be above my head, this is IMPORTANT) that the experience of this kind of writing is sort of like having a malaria shot. Ow. Alyssa will get over those reading issues — she’s around you, after all, someone who loves to read, and that’s an awfully important model. Love, L
Ahh.. comics. I had fond memories of reading them. When we were in Bindlach they were 12.5 cents each.
At one time I had some of the first issues of Superman. Should have saved those.
We’re trying a library summer. I’m going to use it as a reward for Aly to be able to go somewhere with Grandma without her brother and sister.
We also need to stock up on some better supplies for drawing. That’s her current obsession.
Gracie just eats crayons and scribbles.
As far as reading goes, I try to read one book a week. Mostly junk, but I’m heading back to reading science fiction again.
Sue, I have pondered the memories of my Air Force brat days which lead me to google Bindlach. Your comments about the comics (yes, there were many days spent trading with friends; and ahh to even have those copies in my hand) brought back fond memories.
I came across another comment you made about the bomb outs. This was one of my most vivid memories of the day.
In 1964-66 in the 3rd / 4th grade some friends and I would visit these buildings much to the dislike of the Army.
Wow. Do you remember the doors of the elementary school being different colors? We lived in L-8 in 63-64 and D-5 in 64-66. We were probably a year apart in age.
Lots of kids went to the bomb outs. I do remember that someone’s father got in a *lot* of trouble because of that.
I also remember 15 cent movies with 10 cent popcorn. We went every Saturday afternoon.
Yes, I do remember the doors. I also remember Ms. Kovac, my 4th grade teacher. She didn’t care for me much. I was playing tetherball in the snow / ice, slipped and fell breaking my right front tooth. She made me stay outside in the cold with the horrible pain.
On the bomb outs, it is possible it was mine. Another friend and I went into the basement level admiring all of the piles of shells left from gunfire. Suddenly 2 feet appeared in the windows above. Scared to death it was a ghost from the past we RAN only to be stopped by a couple of MPs.
The movies were great. Dad ran the projectors so we (my 2 brothers and sister) got in free; and the soda machine, sodas were a dime (unless you opened up the cap and allowed the drink to spill into a cup).
What a memory on the apartment numbers. I will have to ask my brother if he remembers ours.
Opps, Ms. Kovac was the 3rd grade teacher.
Opps, she was the 3rd grade teacher.
I don’t remember any teacher’s names, but I do remember that bread was 20 cents a loaf.
Comics were in a cubbyhole in the PX. We also would wander around all over the post until the cannons went off, then we had to get home in time for dinner.
We weren’t allowed to have soda. My middle brother would spend his quarter on candy and then play outside during the movies. I used to take Lily to the movies on Saturdays. She would have been around 5 or so. There wasn’t a kindergarten, so my mom taught in her apartment.
We also used to run in the basement between the laundry rooms.
So you were in 3rd grade in 1964? I was in 4th.
Surely you remember Herr (spelling?) Pawlick, the german / music teacher? His head would get red when he was mad, then when provoked, he would slap the back of your head My musical abilities left me playing the triangle:)
There were plants between the buildings that produced red berries. When ripe, you could open them to see a white fiber. We would take this fiber and drop it down the back shirts of friends. When it made contact with the skin, it would cause you to itch for hours.
Another favorite is the pepsi truck, he would make deliveries and we could get free stickers. Then another truck would come around and gummy (goommy) bears for 1 mark, a big bag of them.
Remember the huge swarms of June Bettles. You had to keep your mouth shut at dusk when traveling between buildings…
I loe this photo. I love this poem. What a treat that I happened by this corner tonight. There is a great comic book of Shakespeare that my kids enjoyed by Marcia Williams. Beautiful, lively illustrations, with lots of side stories going on in the pictures, and authentic language of Shakespeare. Check them out.
Tales from Shakespeare
I don’t know if you’re reading these entries these days, but if so, a big hello. I think of you often, and miss you. I hope you are all throughly enjoying summer. It’s a great time to read.