Would it surprise you to know that I am a year older than Superman? I am. Superman was created in 1932 and I was born in 1931. In our household back then, there were not many books, but my father read me the daily comics in the newspaper.
I liked the way he read them over the way my mother read them. He always put in the âBams!â â Ahas!â and âPows!â She skipped over all of those, and, I suspected, some of the other stuff too, but I couldnât prove it because I couldnât read yet.
On a recent day off, I spent a great deal of time on the couch in front of the TV. My main purpose was to watch old movies, but I found myself channel-surfing at times when I couldnât find a film to hold my attention.
During that brief escape from reality, I couldnât help but notice the number of commercials touting beauty products â mainly for women, but the fellows werenât left out entirely.
I wish I had taken an actual count within a specific time frame, but didnât. Suffice it to say there were many.
History has proven that any member of the Davis clan who goes on vacation is destined to become involved in a mishap of one sort or another.
The curse is well known and can be documented well into previous decades. Regular readers of this column may remember the âBig Birdâ incident.
In certain parts of Eastern Asia â particularly in the Chinese, Japanese and Vietnamese cultures â a sneeze without an obvious cause at one time was perceived as a sign that someone was talking about the sneezer at that very moment.
If this is the case in international circles and it transcends to American shores, I would have to believe that a lot of people are talking about me because Iâm a big sneezer â big both in volume and repetitiveness.
My sneezes can turn heads. Literally.
I was having a conversation with a co-worker the other day and we both came to the same conclusion: The older you get, the faster time goes by. Perhaps it is because of the repetitive nature of the passing of days. We become accustomed to the speed at which time passes and become a bit inattentive to dates on a calendar until we say âWow. Half the year has passed already!â
Anyone who has dropped a line into the water in hopes of catching a fish knows when that point in time comes around when a decision has to be made to continue fishing or head for the house. Despite all the best efforts of bait, location and the skills of the fisherman, sometimes it just isnât worth it anymore. This is the exact point in time that Benton finds itself.
Did you ever have a wig? If you lived through the â70s, and are female, you probably did. My oldest daughter called me the other evening and the subject of wigs came up. âWhere did we get those things?â she asked.
Wigs were a very popular fashion accessory then; you could buy them just about everywhere but the post office for a few dollars. Every beauty shop in existence had them for sale, as did Pfiefferâs and Gus Blass (remember them?), J. C. Penneyâs, and Woolworthâs.
Through the years a number of local people have asked for my motherâs spaghetti recipe.
Thatâs almost like trying to find the proverbial needle in the haystack.
Mamma didnât have real recipes, though she had cookbooks holding all kinds of scribblings on sheets she had stuck inside them.
This past week I made an attempt at detailing how to make her wonderful spaghetti. My effort was included in the Grits & Grace page that featured Courier employeesâ recipes.
Talk about your deja vu moments.
I was eating the banquet meal at the recent Cotton Plant High School Get-Together that combines classes from way back when till they just don't want to come anymore. That's a weird way to describe the event, but that's the way it is. It's open to anyone who attended Cotton Plant High School from the beginning days and is open-ended. No one ever shows up from classes after the early 1970s, but they're welcome all the same.
I digress. Back to the meal and the incident that mentally jarred me back to an earlier day.
Who says animated movies are just for the adolescent crowd? Dreamworksâ newest sequel released May 26, once again has proven that movie lovers of all ages can relate to a Kung Fu-fighting, dumpling-loving panda bear.
Yes, I love action, adventure, romance and comedy with live actors and actresses, but I have found that an amazing animation can inspire the viewer just as much, and even bring a tear to the eye. And that is exactly what Kung Fu Panda 2 brings to the screen: emotion, action, adventure, and a surprising deep plot and sophisticated characters.