Older Than Dirt
I do not feel older than dirt, but I must admit
that I did not lay eyes on a television set until
my third grade class took a field trip to
a restaurant where we saw a television
show on a fuzzy black and white screen.
It was sent from St. Louis to our town.
When using the telephone, which was
attached to the wall, we picked up the
receiver, then waited for the operator to ,
say "Number please." I called Dorothy
Ann, my best friend, every day and
We set up our plans for the day.
We had a refrigerator but no freezer.
Our milkman delivered milk twice a week
He drove a bright blue and white truck
and placed our fresh milk, with cream
on the top, inside the metal box filled
with ice, near the back screen door.
Inside, our tall floor model mahogany
radio sat next to the living room wall
Nana, our great-grandmother would
pull a chair up close to that radio
and listen to the St. Louis Cardinals.
She remained glued to that speaker.
We had no cell phones, computers
printers, video games, or Netflix,
Fitness Centers, or Zoom. We
We did have Red Rover, Soft ball,
Kick the Can, Scavenger hunts,
and Mad Doctor's Dream