Oh PW...
Wonderful. Wonderful.
I read the posts in the order you had written them... first your work as Frank's assistant. He must have thought you were adorable.
Second... your butcher shop adventure. Your description of the shop is exquisite. I could see the butcher wrapping the meat in the paper and picture what it must have looked like... When I got to your punchline... I chortled!!! I couldn't figure out what kind of soda would taste so bad and why your mom was so upset. Marvelous tales from a fabulous childhood...
Set me off on a couple of memories of my own... albeit brief snippets... when I was about 5 or 6 the song "Shake, Rattle, and Roll" popular. One of my girlfriends who lived kitty corner across the street (and now owns her parents' house) and I decided to amuse ourselves by filling our underpants with rocks from the end of a neighbor's driveway that was centrally located between our two houses, hoist our dresses over our heads, and start singing the song while gyrating to rattle the rocks...
Our mothers spotted us simultaneously. They came flying out of the house and dragged us inside.
No more dancing and singing that day.
When we were on Kwajalein ('62 to '65), my brother was quite young (a year old to just turned 4... he had no memory of snow or cold when we got back to the States), he had a little reprobate friend who taught him how to swear... Mumsy put a quick end to that one... and who also taught him how to open the newly introduced pop tops on cans. They got into his father's beer supply... Mumsy looked out back and there was little brother having trouble walking down the alley... went out to get him and smelled his breath... End of unsupervised visits with Charles.
Mother finally decided it was time to return to civilization the day she looked out back to see my brother walking down the alley barefoot wearing only a t-shirt and underpants with a hibiscus flower tucked behind his ear drinking milk out of a coconut... :-)
This is fun PW. Many thanks.
time.tripper.ksquared