Talking Didn’t Change Hog Prices

Published: Tuesday, December 31, 2013 at 09:25 AM.

She would usually finish up the past year’s “confessions” about lunch time. After we ate our peanut butter and banana sandwich and had the perfunctory twenty minute rest period she’d start back around the room with “What is your favorite prediction for the new year”? Are you kidding me? She said “favorite” like she expected we all had more than one!

Here we’d go in the other direction! This time Jane would be talking about taking her dog on long walks in the new year, Diana would pledge to study harder and Yogi would have some hair brain scheme that involved gunpowder, bottle rockets and the slow moving L&N freight train that rolled through town on its way to Jackson. By the time she got down to Pam, right in front of me, I’d have my eyes closed praying for some great vision to leap into my mind. I didn’t, of course, see nothing!

            Apparently, I wasn’t looking in any direction. 

            I was just trying to have the most fun I could each day without hurting myself, or someone else. I wasn’t too prone to studying on the past. And I reckon I wasn’t smart enough to gaze too far into the future. I was interested in where the ballgame was THAT DAY. I was pedaling that Western Flyer as hard as I could to get somewhere RIGHT NOW. We didn’t think about breakfast at noon……we thought about lunch! We didn’t dwell all day Friday on the Saturday matinee. We chased Indians and fought mountain lions on Friday……we caught up with Roy, Hoppy or Gene the next day!

            In January of 1957, we reconvened for the second half of the fourth grade in Miss Mildred’s top floor room. Didn’t one person in the whole class predict those Russians were going to send up that Sputnik thing. We didn’t have a TV so I don’t know if Good Morning America called that shot or not. Nobody was picking the Milwaukee Braves to beat the Yankees in the World Series. Everybody liked Ike but he didn’t do one thing in the whole year to help keep hog prices at a livable level.

            We got to talk about all those things when we were looking back at the end of 1957 in Miss Cox’s class. Of course, by then, it was too late to do anything about them! We could have played six innings or jumped the big ditch across from where Luther Purvis lived while we were discussing it!

            I’m not saying grown-ups have gotten this “looking backwards/predicting forward” thing wrong. But it sure seems we give it a lot of space and air time today. Maybe we’ve got too many TV channels! Or too much free time. If you want to lose weight or quit smoking, why wait until next year? And don’t tell me you are still dwelling on some misunderstanding that happened last February!

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