So, like I was saying. It’s the summer of 1941 around here, and I imagine things are pretty much the same there—time wise at least. Sure, the trucks and cars look different, but at least I don’t have to ride around in my grandpa’s horse-cart.
I go to school like the rest of folks, sometimes carrying a hot potato in my pocket to keep my hands warm on the way, and then to fill my belly at lunch. I reckon you’ve done that, too. We’ve got electricity and can turn the lamp on with a little tug of a chain. No more oil lamps, unless the power goes off. I can listen to all sorts of shows like the Lone Ranger or the Grand Ole’ Opry on the radio (though sometimes, as you surely know, there’s that static to contend with).
I drink Coca-Cola, eat Moonpies, and love Kellogg’s Corn Flakes for breakfast, unless they’ve sat too long in milk. Sometimes (and it don’t happen too often), I’ll borrow a book from Matthias. The Black Stallion was all right, but I prefer a comic book with Superman or Bat Man & Robin. (If only I had 5¢ to spare!)
My sister, Sarah, and me went to the movie theater in Charlottesville to see a real colorful Disney show called Dumbo. (I’m ashamed to admit it, being a boy and all, but it was pretty good.) Sarah likes to color with her Crayola crayons, but it’s only so much you can do with eight colors. Mostly, though, she likes her doll. Me? I’m always fiddling around outside, tending to the pups, fetching eggs from the chickens, pulling up weeds in the garden, fixing a fence, picking blackberries, whittling wood with my pocketknife…. You get the idea.
So what do you think? Is it pretty much the same where you are?
Billy
I go to school like the rest of folks, sometimes carrying a hot potato in my pocket to keep my hands warm on the way, and then to fill my belly at lunch. I reckon you’ve done that, too. We’ve got electricity and can turn the lamp on with a little tug of a chain. No more oil lamps, unless the power goes off. I can listen to all sorts of shows like the Lone Ranger or the Grand Ole’ Opry on the radio (though sometimes, as you surely know, there’s that static to contend with).
I drink Coca-Cola, eat Moonpies, and love Kellogg’s Corn Flakes for breakfast, unless they’ve sat too long in milk. Sometimes (and it don’t happen too often), I’ll borrow a book from Matthias. The Black Stallion was all right, but I prefer a comic book with Superman or Bat Man & Robin. (If only I had 5¢ to spare!)
My sister, Sarah, and me went to the movie theater in Charlottesville to see a real colorful Disney show called Dumbo. (I’m ashamed to admit it, being a boy and all, but it was pretty good.) Sarah likes to color with her Crayola crayons, but it’s only so much you can do with eight colors. Mostly, though, she likes her doll. Me? I’m always fiddling around outside, tending to the pups, fetching eggs from the chickens, pulling up weeds in the garden, fixing a fence, picking blackberries, whittling wood with my pocketknife…. You get the idea.
So what do you think? Is it pretty much the same where you are?
Billy
