What was your favorite subject in school?
In elementary school, it was spelling. From 7th grade on up, my favorite subjects were English, any and all languages, and Literature. Math is not my friend.
If you could have a servant come to your house every day for two hours, what would you have them do?
Whatever needed to be done. I’m not picky. Windows, floors, dust, clean the oven…go for it!
Where did you live when you were in the third grade of school? Is it the same place or town you live now?
I lived in Arlington Heights, IL in the 3rd grade. The following year we moved to Denver, CO. Now I live in Birmingham, AL. I wish I still lived in Arlington Heights, or somewhere in Illinois.
Birmingham, AL Wikipedia.org
In your opinion, list some places that are great for shopping?
Chicago: The Magnificent Mile
Arlo, toward the end of our 16-hour road trip.
The word prompt today at The Daily Post is “giant.”
I used to think my brother was the Jolly Green Giant. Seriously.
Jerry is about 20 years older than me, and was working his way through college when I was around four or five. This was in the early 1960s. My mom mentioned to one of her friends that Jerry was working at Green Giant during his summer vacation.
Anyway, I assumed that since Jerry worked there, he must be the Giant on the TV commercial. It’s the only thing that made sense in my five-year-old mind. So, every time the commercial came on, I’d scoot up close to the TV and try to see the giant’s face to make sure it was that of my brother.
After a while, I became suspicious. The giant’s features were nothing like Jerry’s, nor was his voice. It became clear that this guy was not my brother.
I asked my mom if Jerry had been fired from his job.
After she quit laughing, she explained that Jerry merely worked at the Green Giant plant, and was not the actual giant.
Talk about devastation! I’d bragged to all my friends and anyone who would listen that my bro was a movie star.
It was rough going, but eventually I overcame the trauma and went on to lead a marginally productive life.
This is not my brother.
This is my entry for Becca’s Sunday Trees – 259 challenge.
Weeping Willow Tree in Manchester, CT