"Be'n Sick Just Ain't No Fun"
Remembrances of my childhood...
Nobody likes to be sick, especially an eight-year-old boy, and even if you have to be sometimes, that don’t make it go any better. Remember your mom sayin’, “Come here! Why son, you’re hotter ‘n a wood stove.” Then you’d hear… “Stick your tongue out and say ahhh.” Then that all too familiar, “Huh Hmmm” just like ole Doc Brinkley would say it, I never did know just what ‘Huh Hmmm’ meant or just what atrocious disease that phrase mimicked, but I know I always hated to hear it. Especially in the summer time because it meant being separated from my friends and I just couldn’t miss a day of play. Any all American boy knew that and just the thought of an undiagnosed illness meant just one thing. Castor Oil, yuckkk. That was some nasty stuff, somewhere between kerosene and motor oil I think.
Do you remember being sick as a child?
"Is this for him?"
One time I went to town with my dad, to the ole Bunting's Drug Store and watched as they made up a batch. The druggist looked down at me and ask, “Is this for him?’’ Dad said, “Yes,” and I don’t remember much after that until I got home and watch’n mom as she rolled up her sleeves. I didn’t even want my worst enemy to have to drink that stuff, much less me! One thing about it, if it wasn’t a good dose of the Castor Oil I be getting’ it would probably end up being an enema. A boy growin’ up couldn’t get past it, like dad said, “You’re gonna get it in one end or the other…” And even though my mom was no doctor, she was definitely good at administering either tonic or therapy and looking back I would have gladly offered her the Nobel Peace Prize if I thought I could escape such inhuman treatment at the hand of the one who brought into this world.
We may lose momentum occasionally...
Sometimes now I wonder how I ever made it out of childhood, alive that is. Life was sure hard on us little boys during the early ‘50’s and living in upper East Tennessee, but we never knew it was so bad. There was no TV and even though we had heard of places like New York and Atlanta we had never been there and didn’t know anyone who had. We just put so much intent in our playin’ back then that it was seen as something sorta’ sacred to us. Please don’t tell mom I said that, she would have washed my mouth out with soap for sure. But times haven’t changed a whole lot since childhood. We still like to continue with the plans we’ve made and certainly the tasks that lay before each of us each day. Our writings will return. We may lose momentum occasionally but what about the roll we felt we were on. All those ideas and good topics that no one else had even thought of using are now squandered. The plans for the new year and all the new technics, just armed and ready to plunge head long and foot loose and then you get hold of a bug; just a little ole thing and get sick for a week and miss it all… Be’n sick, just ain’t no fun!
© SamSonS 2011