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Bed time means something different to just about everyone. When we were youngsters spending the night at grandma and grandpa’s house was quite an adventure. Grandma would unfold the old hide a bed couch and open it for two of us to sleep on. There was one big problem. This was usually during the summer time and the days were very long, telling a kid he has to go to bed and it’s still daylight out is almost like jail time. There is no way youngsters are going to lay down, close their eyes and go to sleep while the sun is still shining outside. That is supposed to be time to be out playing and having fun. Grandma and grandpa thought different, bedtime was at 9 o’clock. There was no TV, or electronic games simply because we had no electricity. Our lights were kerosene lamps and for special occasions, one white gas lantern you pumped air into. It burned very bright, about like a 100 Watt bulb.
The young man starts looking at his true love with a special look in his eyes as evening approaches, anticipating their time together, it is approaching rapidly. The young lady says to her partner, “are you a sex maniac?” “We just did it on the couch, a few hours ago.”
George says to Martha, “kinda tired, think I’ll go to bed early, you coming along?” No, “I will finish this book, War and Peace.” “You just started that book.” Martha, “I told you 50 years ago when we got married that I love you, I still do. If anything changes I’ll let you know.”
I’ve been reaching deep into the recesses of my wrinkled memory bank. I seem to have some confusion trying to recall bedtime stories. There could be a possibility that it’s a childhood problem, developed from not having bedtime stories read to me as a child. I might be lacking the basic development tools that all children require. Bedtime stories are so positive and uplifting for young minds, it starts them down the right path. It usually keeps them on the road to a better education and a better life.
There is one bedtime story that I’ve been having difficulty with, all that comes to mind is bird watching and yellow breasted thrashers, I cannot understand how the two go together. I looked in all of my bird books. I cannot come up with any bird, known as the yellow breasted thrasher. It could be confusion in my old age, something keeps coming into my mind about my cousin returning from the Army. I was just a young lad at the time, I heard him tell others stories. His favorite story was a about the great time he had while he was in Asia, it was something to do with yellow breasted bed thrashers.