Crickets from Journal 1 – 12/07/1984


Reflections 1 – I remember the warm, balmy nights of late spring and summer, and a young boy with skinny legs and baggy shorts listening with wonder to the song of the crickets somewhere beneath the ground. It amazed me that as I approached them attempting to find them beneath leaves or wherever they happened to be hiding, that they would fall silent.

One day I discovered that if I walked very softly I could locate the crickets burrow and with a quick stomp of my foot I could stop the song. This was a great game and the song nearly always began again. One day the grandfather of the girls next door was visiting them. He was obviously watching me creep around the garden stomping on cricket songs but as he was hidden by a screen of shrubs alond the common fence, I did not see him. Suddenly a deep gruff voice yelled at me across the fence.

“Why are you killing those crickets? What have they ever done to you?”

I was ashamed. I didn’t know that stomping on cricket sounds would kill crickets. I didn’t even know what a cricket looked like. From that day on, although the sounds still fascinated me, I tread warily near the cricket burrows and never stomped on one again.

This is for the Friday flashback meme – albeit a week late!

Crickets from Journal 1 – 12/07/1984


Reflections 1 – I remember the warm, balmy nights of late spring and summer, and a young boy with skinny legs and baggy shorts listening with wonder to the song of the crickets somewhere beneath the ground. It amazed me that as I approached them attempting to find them beneath leaves or wherever they happened to be hiding, that they would fall silent.

One day I discovered that if I walked very softly I could locate the crickets burrow and with a quick stomp of my foot I could stop the song. This was a great game and the song nearly always began again. One day the grandfather of the girls next door was visiting them. He was obviously watching me creep around the garden stomping on cricket songs but as he was hidden by a screen of shrubs alond the common fence, I did not see him. Suddenly a deep gruff voice yelled at me across the fence.

“Why are you killing those crickets? What have they ever done to you?”

I was ashamed. I didn’t know that stomping on cricket sounds would kill crickets. I didn’t even know what a cricket looked like. From that day on, although the sounds still fascinated me, I tread warily near the cricket burrows and never stomped on one again.

This is for the Friday flashback meme – albeit a week late!

Crickets from Journal 1 – 12/07/1984


Reflections 1 – I remember the warm, balmy nights of late spring and summer, and a young boy with skinny legs and baggy shorts listening with wonder to the song of the crickets somewhere beneath the ground. It amazed me that as I approached them attempting to find them beneath leaves or wherever they happened to be hiding, that they would fall silent.

One day I discovered that if I walked very softly I could locate the crickets burrow and with a quick stomp of my foot I could stop the song. This was a great game and the song nearly always began again. One day the grandfather of the girls next door was visiting them. He was obviously watching me creep around the garden stomping on cricket songs but as he was hidden by a screen of shrubs alond the common fence, I did not see him. Suddenly a deep gruff voice yelled at me across the fence.

“Why are you killing those crickets? What have they ever done to you?”

I was ashamed. I didn’t know that stomping on cricket sounds would kill crickets. I didn’t even know what a cricket looked like. From that day on, although the sounds still fascinated me, I tread warily near the cricket burrows and never stomped on one again.

This is for the Friday flashback meme – albeit a week late!

Crickets from Journal 1 – 12/07/1984


Reflections 1 – I remember the warm, balmy nights of late spring and summer, and a young boy with skinny legs and baggy shorts listening with wonder to the song of the crickets somewhere beneath the ground. It amazed me that as I approached them attempting to find them beneath leaves or wherever they happened to be hiding, that they would fall silent.

One day I discovered that if I walked very softly I could locate the crickets burrow and with a quick stomp of my foot I could stop the song. This was a great game and the song nearly always began again. One day the grandfather of the girls next door was visiting them. He was obviously watching me creep around the garden stomping on cricket songs but as he was hidden by a screen of shrubs alond the common fence, I did not see him. Suddenly a deep gruff voice yelled at me across the fence.

“Why are you killing those crickets? What have they ever done to you?”

I was ashamed. I didn’t know that stomping on cricket sounds would kill crickets. I didn’t even know what a cricket looked like. From that day on, although the sounds still fascinated me, I tread warily near the cricket burrows and never stomped on one again.

This is for the Friday flashback meme – albeit a week late!

Friday Flashback


I have participated in a few memes but this one, with my predilection at the moment of scanning old photos and reading old journals, seems particularly apt. Visit the Friday Flashback blog and check in on what others have written.

Rules are as follows – “To participate, you need to post the above image in a Friday blog post and include a photo or story from your childhood. Sort of like a blast from the past post. However, your flashback story, memory, or photo MUST BE AT LEAST 10 YEARS OLD OR MORE.

Please link the copy and link the above image back to this blog so others may sign up if they wish. The link back here is http://fridayflashback.blogspot.com Please DO NOT alter the graphic in ANY way. You may resize it only to fit your blog entry space.”

Not having a great deal of time today I have cheated a little and linked back to my “What were they thinking?” post. I’ll make sure that I try and post a nostalgia based entry next Friday.

Friday Flashback


I have participated in a few memes but this one, with my predilection at the moment of scanning old photos and reading old journals, seems particularly apt. Visit the Friday Flashback blog and check in on what others have written.

Rules are as follows – “To participate, you need to post the above image in a Friday blog post and include a photo or story from your childhood. Sort of like a blast from the past post. However, your flashback story, memory, or photo MUST BE AT LEAST 10 YEARS OLD OR MORE.

Please link the copy and link the above image back to this blog so others may sign up if they wish. The link back here is http://fridayflashback.blogspot.com Please DO NOT alter the graphic in ANY way. You may resize it only to fit your blog entry space.”

Not having a great deal of time today I have cheated a little and linked back to my “What were they thinking?” post. I’ll make sure that I try and post a nostalgia based entry next Friday.

Friday Flashback


I have participated in a few memes but this one, with my predilection at the moment of scanning old photos and reading old journals, seems particularly apt. Visit the Friday Flashback blog and check in on what others have written.

Rules are as follows – “To participate, you need to post the above image in a Friday blog post and include a photo or story from your childhood. Sort of like a blast from the past post. However, your flashback story, memory, or photo MUST BE AT LEAST 10 YEARS OLD OR MORE.

Please link the copy and link the above image back to this blog so others may sign up if they wish. The link back here is http://fridayflashback.blogspot.com Please DO NOT alter the graphic in ANY way. You may resize it only to fit your blog entry space.”

Not having a great deal of time today I have cheated a little and linked back to my “What were they thinking?” post. I’ll make sure that I try and post a nostalgia based entry next Friday.

Friday Flashback


I have participated in a few memes but this one, with my predilection at the moment of scanning old photos and reading old journals, seems particularly apt. Visit the Friday Flashback blog and check in on what others have written.

Rules are as follows – “To participate, you need to post the above image in a Friday blog post and include a photo or story from your childhood. Sort of like a blast from the past post. However, your flashback story, memory, or photo MUST BE AT LEAST 10 YEARS OLD OR MORE.

Please link the copy and link the above image back to this blog so others may sign up if they wish. The link back here is http://fridayflashback.blogspot.com Please DO NOT alter the graphic in ANY way. You may resize it only to fit your blog entry space.”

Not having a great deal of time today I have cheated a little and linked back to my “What were they thinking?” post. I’ll make sure that I try and post a nostalgia based entry next Friday.