“Grandma cooked every day and when Grandpa got home from work, we sat down together at the dining room table. And if I didn’t like what she put on my plate, I was allowed to sit there until I did like it.”
By this time, the kid was laughing so hard I was afraid he was going to suffer serious internal damage, so I didn’t tell him the part about how I had to have permission to leave the table.
But here are some other things I would have told him about my childhood if I figured his system could have handled it…
We didn’t have a television in our house until I was 11, but my grandparents had one before that.
It was, of course, black and white, but they bought a piece of colored plastic to cover the screen. The top third was blue, like the sky, and the bottom third was green, like grass. The middle third was red.
It was perfect for programs that had scenes of fire trucks riding across someone’s lawn on a sunny day.
Some people had a lens taped to the front of the TV to make the picture look larger.