Daylight Saving Time
Did you change your clocks back? Although it means it will be darker when we get home at night, I am glad it is not daylight saving time year round.
When our son started kindergarten in 1976, I was due to deliver our second baby in just a couple of weeks. Our old place in Knoxville sets atop a steep hill at the end of a tree shaded and winding driveway about a quarter of a mile from the bus stop. It was pretty shadowy even in broad daylight so I walked Greg down the hill every morning until Laura was born in mid-September.
This was the year, in an effort to be more energy conscious, daylight saving time remained in effect all year. I was now in a real quandary. Do I leave a newborn baby unattended in a house that might spontaneously combust during the fifteen minutes I was gone or do I run the risk of dingoes carrying Greg off while he walks alone? My problem was solved though when my ever resourceful five year old remembered he had his Smokey The Bear camping set lantern he could use on his way down the spooky drive. So I let my beloved, first-born child truck it alone down the dark and lonely driveway carrying a dinky, battery-operated lantern to light his way. That, along with nearly starving him as an infant, has weighed heavily on me all these years.
Smartly dressed in the latest '70's styles, Greg is minding his little cousin.
(I just noticed he has a death grip on her arm - she is not getting away from him.)
This was the year, in an effort to be more energy conscious, daylight saving time remained in effect all year. I was now in a real quandary. Do I leave a newborn baby unattended in a house that might spontaneously combust during the fifteen minutes I was gone or do I run the risk of dingoes carrying Greg off while he walks alone? My problem was solved though when my ever resourceful five year old remembered he had his Smokey The Bear camping set lantern he could use on his way down the spooky drive. So I let my beloved, first-born child truck it alone down the dark and lonely driveway carrying a dinky, battery-operated lantern to light his way. That, along with nearly starving him as an infant, has weighed heavily on me all these years.
Greg's on the right - just to show he survived.
If he ever saw a dingo, he didn't tell his Mother.
If he ever saw a dingo, he didn't tell his Mother.
What a cute post! Looks like he did just fine! Wishing you a beautiful Sunday.
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Why do our '70's pix turn that horrid brown colour? I have plenty that are just that same shade!
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Good question Maggie but I have a ton of 'em.
ReplyDeleteI didn't remember we didn't change the clocks in 1976. Did I miss the 'starving him as a infant' post? I think he got over it just fine. : )
ReplyDeleteWe lived in PA in '76 (a fabulous time to live in such an historic place!) and I well-remember the energy scare that had all sorts of measures in place. It sure looks like your son survived - and then some!
ReplyDeleteAh yes the 70's. I think I need to have a bonfire with my old pics but, there's stil a burn ban here in Texas.
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