About This Blog

This blog features: neighborhood restaurants, nearby restaurants, downtown restaurants, Casa View Shopping Center, nearby shopping, Downtown shops.

I will first list places and my connections with them. For the spirit of completeness, I will then list other places, known to me but not visited. I choose not to list the unknown.

I like the section entitled Places I Wish I Had Visited.

My focus is places and locations which existed from 1953, when I moved to Dallas, until 1965, when I graduated from high school. This list will continue with my college years, until I turned 21. I left Dallas in 1969 and, as I did not return except to visit my parents until 1973, my memory of East Dallas ends at that time.

Some categories were easy to separate – restaurants and shopping. Some experiences are not so easy to categorize, but are still meaningful. They may be all lumped in together, and then teased out as other connections are made.

Music wise, we may have thought we were born of the “wrong generation.” I always thought the older generation (i.e. 3 to 4 years older than me) had a richer and deeper experience.

But we, the beginning of the Baby Boomer generation, had it best – stable family life, rising expectations for the middle class and parents who wanted to give so much to their children, which most did not have in their childhood. We were left to play and roam outdoors to make our own fun. We had the best toys and the best music.

And yet we lived in tumultuous times – the Cold War, Civil Rights, Integration and the Kennedy Assassination through the killings of Robert Kennedy and Martin Luther King.

Hopefully we came out as loving, caring, sharing adults whose experiences made us better people and gave us the ability to show appreciation and gratitude for the neighborhood and experiences which enriched us and our loved ones.

Monday, December 31, 2012

Cootie Catchers - Uncomfortable Times in Growing Up

I can remember the fateful day in the 5th grade at Reinhardt Elementary School when we found in the school library, the book "The Chinese Art of Paper Folding," originally published in 1948.
So that's where the Japanese learned the art of paper folding they call Origami, from the Chinese.
For the rest of the year, nary a scratch of paper was not picked up and made into boxes for water bombs, hats and animal figures;.  I remember being able to make a crane - so difficult but so elegant.  We folded up small pieces of paper which we folded into boxes.  Stuck up inside the bottom of the crane, they became "eggs" when you moved the wings.

Learned even earlier was a folded-up paper called the "Cootie Catcher."  You put four fingers in the bottom.  When you opened it up with two fingers, it showed nothing inside.  When you opened it up with the other two fingers, it showed it contained "cooties" - dark pen markings.

You didn't really know what "cooties" were, but you knew they were bad, really bad.  And that you "caught" them from girls.
They were on par with the annual check for head lice by the School Nurse in the gymnasium where they waved a purple light across your scalp.

We had visions of our hair being cut off and being sent home with a small lice comb and a foul-smelling medicated shampoo.
As boys, what we should have "caught" from girls was intelligence, manners and simple common sense, which only came later in our lives.

Cooties
The earliest known use of the word "cooties" dates back to the first World War in 1917 service dictionary as well as several 1918 war memoirs.

The word is thought to originate from a Polynesian Tagalog and Malay word for "kuta" meaning a parasite biting insect.  The term presumably was brought to the West by Western sailors.
The lice of the first World War trenches, nicknamed "cooties", were also known as "arithmetic bugs," because "they added to our troubles, they subtracted from our pleasures, divided our attention and multiplied like Hell."

Often the infected person is someone who is perceived as "different" and bears some social stigma.
Wikipedia
2012

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