Tag: Group Writing August 2020

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I woke with a start on that Tuesday morning. I don’t usually wake up that early, either, just before 6 a.m., but I was wide awake, so I turned on the TV. As I watched the screen, I felt like I’d been hit by a two-by-four. Commentators were opining on what had just happened, but I only caught snatches of what they said as I watched smoke pour from a New York skyscraper. What? Who? When? were the questions attacking my brain.

Like many people I spent many days in shock, trying to comprehend the 9/11 attacks. I spent that first day praying for the people who were trapped in the towers, as they predicted tens of thousands may have died. My husband was out of town, and we realized it might be several days before he could fly home. He assured me that it would be safer than ever, since the airlines would be on hyper alert. All I could think about were the people who were killed or who were devastated emotionally. And that my husband was not home to hold me in his arms.

Contributor Post Created with Sketch. Recommended by Ricochet Members Created with Sketch. Group Writing: Drive-in Movies, Popcorn and Car Beds

 

Taking a family of five to a regular indoor movie could be very expensive in the 1950s, even if you tried to sneak in your own candy (which we did). It was much cheaper to go to the drive-in theater. When I was around 10 years old, my brother was 8 and my little sister was 3 (and always slept through the movie), we would pile into the car to see a movie. Going to the drive-in was a true adventure, full of the unexpected and out-of-the-ordinary experiences.

Before we left in the late afternoon, Dad would make a huge batch of popcorn. He used a heavy metal skillet with a heavy glass lid. I would often watch him as he carefully measured the oil, the popcorn, and put on the glass lid, followed by shuffling the pan back and forth on the gas burner. (Obviously, this was long before popcorn poppers or Jiffy pop.) The amount of shuffling was important, since getting just the right rhythm ensured that most of the corn would be popped and not burnt. I was his right-hand girl, breathing in the aroma during the entire process.