Best Halloween ever was oct 1969. We lived with our grandparents while my parents went thru their divorce, my grandfather was the custodian at Utica, I thought he was Superman and we lived in an old house at the bottom of the hill where the school was located. ( a side note that comes to mind : one day in the cafeteria, they served fish sandwiches. Granddaddy was always around and I thought he was more important than the principal, he was very respected by the staff and ANYWAY he didnt want me to eat the fish because he thought there were bones. My grandma was a lunchroom lady, she poo-pooed him and gave me my tray, fish, tater tots, CORN. It couldnt happened any other way. A couple of bites in, I freaking swallowed a fish bone and It got hung in my throat. I could breathe but it hurt like a mofo. I went and got Grandma, she pressed her lips together and told somebody to go get Charlie. He comes in the lunchroom where there was hardly any noise as all the kids at lunch shut up so they could hear the smackdown. Here he comes, furious. Him, my grandmother, and the head lunchroom lady gathered in a knot with me in the middle. Stilllllllll choooookkkkimg. After all the accusations, trash talk, etc, somebody noticed my coughing and by this time, crying. Head lunchroom lady Here, eat this bread, itll push it down. It did not. Grandma began praying loudly for the bone to be removed, but God had other things to do that day beside referee the melee at Utica Elementary School. Granddaddy went to the boiler room to get something ( it could have been anything, motor oil, a screwdriver, kerosene - he liked to self doctor) and the fear of his cure propelled me up the stairs and to the girls room where I stuck my finger down my throat, felt the bone, stuck it down again and again and BOY HERE IT COME. The door opens, yep there is Grandma, Granddaddy and whatever that ladys name was. I backed up and held my hands up Its out, its ok. They thought they better check and all three gathered around the sink. Still pissed at each other. Still ranting . I was never allowed to eat another fish sandwich at Utica. Sips of milk,. bread balls, prayer, pounding me on the back and coming close to a tracheotomy with granddaddys knife would never happen again. Hey, where was I? Its completely left my mind ( middleaged woman menopausal and still afraid to eat fish unless I shred it up with my fork. I
Posted on: Wed, 22 Oct 2014 18:36:39 +0000