Simple Amusements-Part Two

Ice Skating in Beijing

Image by IvanWalsh.com via Flickr

This is another story about the things we did as kids in the nineteen fifties to stay amused.

ICE SKATING

            Winter was always fun when we could get out to play.  When the snow came,  we spent our time making snow men, forts, or igloos.  We also tossed snowballs at each other. I have to confess that I never really finished an igloo.  The closest I came was to  build walls then put boards over the top to make a roof, and piled snow on top of the boards to make it look like an official igloo.

When the temperature dropped into the twenty’s, Father Horvath the pastor of Our Lady of Hungary parish, had the school yard flooded to make a skating area.  Kids came from all around to go skating.  I begged to borrow skates so I could join in.  Typically, the skates I used were too large for my feet, and my ankles bent out.  People told me that “my ankles aren’t strong enough.”  Years later, I learned that a loosely fit skate causes the ankle to bend. In order to keep ankles from bending out, the skate shoe must fit snugly.

Sometimes I had hockey-skates, sometimes figure-skates, but never racing-skates.  I fell in love with the idea of figure skating, and dreamed that I was a great figure skater. The truth is that I didn’t know where to start.  I read a lot of books about figure skating. Figure skaters use special skates with a curved blade.  Most of the time I owned hockey skates.

At recess, and at lunch time, the boys played ice hockey.  We used tree branches, and wooden poles for hockey-sticks. A rock served as a puck.  None of us knew the rules, we just knew that the object was to get the puck into the goal. The goal was an opening formed by two rocks spaced apart.  When it snowed on top of the ice, everyone ran home to get a shovel. We cleared the school yard. Sometimes the snow was heavy. If so, we cleared only a space large enough to play hockey.

The public school flooded their playgrounds too. They also had lights for night skating. I often went to Perry school to skate after dark.  Only the brave skated in the dark at Our Lady of Hungary. Seeing all the pot holes was too hard. Hitting a hole in the ice is sure to cause a fall, and ice is very hard, falling hurts.

Simple Amusements

During the cold winter months it is nice to stay indoors and reminisce about the “good old days.”  I decided to share some stories about my childhood growing up in the nineteen fifties before TV, electronic games, computers, and all the stuff we spend our time with in the year twenty-twelve. Here is a typical activity that kept us amused so many years ago.

ICE SLIDE

          A popular winter activity at school was an ice slide.  When a layer of fresh snow-covered the sidewalk, the conditions were right for sliding.  At recess, before the janitor could shovel, the boys rushed out to start sliding. The new snow was slippery.  After a few runs, the fresh snow turned into ice. Everyone lined up for a chance to take a running start and to hit the ice standing up.  As more kids did it, the slide kept getting longer and longer. The activity became a contest. Each of us wanted to slide past the end to make it longer.  Soon, we overcrowded the slide and  a long line formed so we didn’t get to slide often.  It wasn’t long before we  made a second and a third slide.  Occasionally, someone hit a dry spot, and fell. The slider went rolling in the snow, but never got hurt. Whenever we got out of school, the sliding began, recess, lunch, and after school. Running to hit the ice standing up was fun. We slid on the flats of our feet to the end of the ice. By the next day the janitor spread salt on the sidewalk to make it safe to walk on. The sliding stopped until the next snow.

Soup Kitchens versus Food Stamps

I can’t remember what I had for breakfast this morning, but I still visualize pictures from the Great Depression of the thirties. The most striking images are those of destitute, out of work men lined up to get a cup of soup and a piece of bread. Thankfully, I never lived in those lines, neither did my parents. Mom and Dad were too frugal and conservative to allow themselves to get into a situation where they could not feed their kids. The tiny yard behind the house served as the City Farm. She did not waste a single square inch of soil. We had vegetables all summer and through most of the winter. Mom’s canning skills were excellent and she canned the surplus perishables. Root vegetables like potatoes, parsley, and carrots went into in a cold bed under the porch. Her chicken coops yielded eggs, fresh chicken, and pigeons; yes pigeons. I write a lot about the experiences under the category of Biography. You can go there and experience some of these times through my short stories.

Candidate Newt Gingrich has labeled Obama the Food Stamp president. Today, I saw a response from the president where he calls Bush the Food Stamp president. Yes, the number of people who went on food stamps during the Bush administration was real, as they were for Clinton, and presidents before him. The simple fact remains that the slope of the food stamp growth curve takes a painful turn up under Obama. It correlates with his spending curve too.

Gingrich makes his point that Obama has not done anything to help these people get off food stamps and to get a job. He is correct in his accusations. Obama should argue that he is being compassionate and keeping the jobless from starving. Blaming Bush is getting old and tired. The error of giving the jobless food stamps and extended unemployment benefits is that the jobless take advantage of the system and fake looking for work. To many of them, the benefit period becomes a paid vacation.

I have only seen one vegetable garden in my neighborhood besides my feeble plot. It belongs to an immigrant Italian who still believes in growing and canning food. He makes his own wine too, mmmn.

My cartoon depicts a typical soup line during the thirties, with a modern twist. The people standing in this line are waiting for a food stamp handout. The reality is that you no longer have to wait in line as my picture shows. Just for fun, I went online and Googled food stamps. The search turned up a government site (SNAP). This page reads like the IRS booklet one uses to complete his tax form. I went further and clicked on a prescreening page, and completed a fictitious application. I failed to meet three qualifying requirements. I went back to the beginning and completed another application. This time, I listed only my Social Security income and not Peggy’s, success. I qualified for $347.00 per month. I didn’t wait in line, and the money would come to me in the form of a debit card.

The amount $347 doesn’t sound like that much, but compare that to a single cup of soup and a piece of bread everyday after standing in line for hours. This is exactly the reason we don’t feel like the “Even Greater Depression of 2008″ is no where close to the “Great Depression of the 1930′s” at all.

Do I sound like a liberal? Not at all, I believe with Newt that the dignity of a man with a job is far more valuable than a debit card. Add that 347 to an unemployment check, and we are beginning to talk some serious money here.

Why would anyone in the USA want to work when the tax payers give us such wonderful benefits?

TAXERY = SLAVERY

Community Organizer versus Business Guy

In a recent debate, the press forced Mitt Romney into disclosing his income tax return just as they had forced Obama to show his origin of birth and his college records. There is no law that requires a candidate to disclose his tax return, and Mitt wanted to do as Obama did, i.e. disclose after you are president. Instead he caved, and now the topic of discussion is how much money Mitt has and how little tax he pays. Actually, I think the guy is pretty smart to have accumulated so much wealth in a lifetime.  However, he is not as rich as the president’s chief advisor on tax matters, one Warren Buffet whose net worth is at forty-seven billion. Warren Buffet takes a small salary, therefore most of his earnings are capital gains which are taxed at  taxed at 15%. Buffet reportedly paid 17% tax. I don’t see Warren donating his fair share. One of Buffet’s companies, NetJets is  suing the IRS to avoid paying 643 million in taxes thee IRS says it owes. Mr. Buffet follows the law, I’m sure he is paying exactly what he owes and not a penny more. He is correctly lobbying Congress to change the laws to make him pay more.

Romney is nowhere near as rich as Microsoft founder Bill Gates at fifty-three billion. Mitt’s net worth of 231 million is even with that of Senator Herb Kohl of Wisconsin and below Congressman Daryl Issa. Mitt’s paltry family fortune pales in comparison to that of Oprah, Michael Jordan, Tiger Woods, Jay Z, Beyonce, Mark Zuckerberg, Donald Trump or Michael Bloomberg. I’d like to see their tax returns too.

So what’s the big deal about Mitt’s tax return? The press will over analyze it and try to use it against him by widening the gap between the rich and the poor. In other words, they are supporting Obama’s class warfare efforts.

If Congress passed a law today requiring Bill Gates and Warren Buffet to give everything they own (100 billion dollars) to Obama it will pay for fifteen minutes of his spending.

President Obama recently filed a tax return showing earnings of 1.5 million dollars. The presidential salary is $480,000.00/yr. Where did the difference come from? Is Obama moonlighting, or does Michelle have a job?

Mankind has always experienced differences in wealth between people. It is normal for some to become more wealthy by their efforts than others. To even out the wealth of everyone requires a system called communism, and even that doesn’t do the job perfectly nor does it come close.

Connor’s Chair

I’m not in the habit of pleading for money on this BLOG, but a special need has come up. My Lions Club is currently involved with a fund raising project to aid a young man born with a list of  problems that have made his life very difficult. Have you ever heard of any of the following: arthrogryposis, prune belly syndrome, bilateral hydronephrosis, scoliosis and club feet? Of these five conditions I am only familiar with the last two. I had to do research on the others to find out what they are. After learning, I thank God that none of my kids or grandkids have any of these afflictions.

The young man’s name is Connor, he is eighteen years old and has led a life vastly different from the rest of us. Yet, somehow he continues to thrive. To me, that is a testament to a loving family. Connor graduated from Lincoln Way North High School last year even though he needed a special motorized wheelchair, and a computer to help him speak. Where there is a will, there is a way, and Connor found it.

So why is my Lions Club involved? Connor’s special chair has broken down and he is a man without mobility. The cost of repairs is great and the time between breakdowns is short. The Frankfort Lions are assisting a group organized to raise money to buy a new chair at  a cost of $38,000.00. The group is Have a Heart for Connor.

Here are some of the ways you can help:

1. Donate online through the Frankfort Lions Club website.

2. Attend the Summit Hill Talent Show on January 27, 2012. $5 to enter 7p.m.

Summit Hill Junior High School
7260 North Avenue
Frankfort, IL 60423
(815)469-4330 Phone

3. Bid in a silent auction at the show

4. Buy 50/50 tickets at the show

5. Buy a Pick Three raffle ticket and have a chance at one of twenty nine prizes of $50.00

Call Lion Denise to buy a $10.00 chance at 815-546-8745.

Connor participates in St. Baldrick's event at LWN to raise money for cancer.

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