The Great Baked Potato Incident of Nineteen Fifty-Five. 

images-1My mother, like most mothers, had rules, expressions, little day to day sayings that we as children were to follow.  One of the rules of the home (as she called them) was to “eat everything on your plate.  If you do not, you go to bed.

My father would occasionally back her up with “Eat all of them beans, there are kids in China that do not have any rice.  And I would think to myself “What the hell does he know about China?  He is from Watonga (Wuh-tong-guh) Oklahoma.

My basic problem was I did not like baked potato’s, nor was I a big fan of liver and onions for sure. Continue reading

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“Go ask your mother.”

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Made In China

bsong_chienWhen I was a small lad, sitting at the supper table, and I did not eat all that was on my plate (usually vegetables) my father would say to me.  “Eat your food, there are kids in China that are starving too death.”

And I would think to myself, “What does he know?  He has NEVER been to China.  He’s from Watonga, Oklahoma for cryin’ out loud.”

When my father barked or growled, you listened and you ate whatever he told you to eat.  So I would eat them, I learned early in life, to not dispute or debate geographical issues with my father.

But this morning, right now, one of those thoughts came to me.

My wife hates that.  When I turn and look at her and say, “Hey honey, did you ever stop to think about … ” and she just knows it is coming.  There is in life, one other possible thing that could produce this type of reaction in my wife.  And that is the momentary frenzy that ensues the instant that a cashier calls out, “This register is now open!”  But I digress, sorry.

Did you ever stop to think about all this China stuff floating around our culture?

Here is one that is really familiar, “If you dig down, straight down, you will end up in China.”  How many times have you heard that one?  Now being as I am the curious sort, I got a globe out, and it turns out that if I dig straight down, I come out in India ……. Man, I miss China by a long ways.  So that doesn’t wash.

Fine China.

The majority of the world’s finest china is manufactured not in China, but rather in England, Italy and the United States.  Now I suppose there is some “fine china” coming out of China today, but that is not all that correct either it turns out.  Chinese standards as lax as they are, I am not sure if I want to eat off their plates.

All the tea in China.

The phrase “not for all the tea in China” is misleading.  India it turns out is the world’s largest grower of black tea, accounting for a third of the worlds supply.  China, where tea originated, produces just 10 percent and that is it.


Rice is closely associated with Chinese Food.  Which I dearly love and try to consume as much of as possible.  But as it turns out, China isn’t the world’s largest exporter of rice.  Not even close.  China is the third largest producer of rice, behind Thailand and Vietnam.

And because of bad air quality (acid rain) rice production in China is now falling off rapidly because of the harmful effects of pollution and will suffer substantial decreases in production in the future.  Adding to the world shortage of food.  Here is another fact, “the best rice in the world, is grown in Louisiana.”  Bet you didn’t know that.

We currently owe China $541 billion dollars, this is the share of the National Debt they have incurred for us and/or trade differences.  Every third person in the world is Chinese, that is why we, Cup Cake and I stopped at two boys … I don’t speak Chinese.

Stop by tomorrow when will take a closer look at the Sahara Desert, which isn’t really all sand, a lot of it is rocks! (No seriously, bet you didn’t know that huh?  Only 20% is covered in sand.  Remember, you read it here first!)  … Or …. I just thought of something … Here it comes:  “How about?  Politicians that believe that you can solve a financial problem simply by opening up another casino?”

That could be a topic.

I will let you know.


The Old Days

Think back to when you were growing up in South Dakota or Nebraska or somewhere where three billion people have never been and times were just as tough.

When you had to, like my dad, walk 14 miles to school each day round trip, uphill BOTH ways on never a nice day, to a one-room school house.

This after he had milked twenty-seven cows, strung a mile of barbed wire and plowed two acres by flashlight behind Ol Rivers the family Mule.

You remember those days … don’tcha?

Every now and then I will remember them when my four year old grandchild climbs up in my lap and says “Tell me a story about the olden days Grandpa.” Then it all comes rushing back, the seat on a bucket in the high-chair-step-ladder in the kitchen, and the home style haircut that dad used to give me to save .75 cents.

A haircut that was so bad that it made me cry when the kids at school laughed at me the next day. The afternoon sitting at the kitchen table “writing my words” on the paper with big lines and a pencil.

Reading the newspaper to my mama when she cooked supper because my teacher sent a note home that said “Donnie isn’t reading very good, he needs a lot of work.” Learning how to do fractions and homework instead of going outside to play with the dog.

No daycare in the fifties … Back in those days … You raised YOUR kid. Someone else did not do it.  It was your JOB … It was expected of YOU.

Kids today have it good, they are too soft, and we are turning them into non functioning dummies. Video gaming, text messaging (which butchers the language brutally), and an age of convenient shortcuts. Cell phones, cheat sheets, calculators, computers.

The short road to oblivion.

In my 19 — none on your business — school photo album I see all the pictures of the generation that was going to change it all. Glancing thru my old classmates book I see seven future doctors, two Nobel Prize Winners, three preachers, two generals and one of the first female airline pilots. Missing are lying senators, presidents, bankrupt savings and loan officers, stock merchants, very few rotten apples in the entire bunch.

Why? Because they slapped the crap out of us in those days and they MADE US learn something, they forced us to take something with us on our journey thru puberty. If you were a problem, they didn’t cut you loose at the end of the day, you got detention. You paid for your sins.

They made us learn how to read.

It used to be “if you got into trouble at school, you were in trouble at home. And I mean BEFORE you got home” now days it just isn’t so. So now you know why eight out of ten American high school graduates cannot even make change for a dollar, because they never had the daylights’ beat out of them in the primary grades that is why. Why kids in Eastern/Western Europe, Japan and most of Asia kick our butts in just about any type of scholarly competition.

When you do not learn, then you are doomed to a lifetime of Anger Management classes at the local family health clinic, instead of being a productive citizen and family maker. Having virtually no education disables a kid before they even have a shot at the American Dream, that is, what is left of it these days.

We have a society being run increasing by dysfunctional illiterates and we have no one to blame but ourselves.  Our neglect of our young is now our curse

The sixties were very good to me, so therefore, I can understand our President who frequently speaks in terms of often-mocked malapropisms that could stem from dyslexia, or a lack of education in his youth. He certain seems to have his share of problems forming and processing words or sentences.

But when you stop to think about it, he doesn’t need to be big on language, he is after all from Texas.

So when he says something like: “We brung some dead deer parts that Cheney shot to Aunt Martha’s place and she showed us how to stew ‘em in this big pot and then we gorged ourselves on them to excess” that is wrong.

But it sounds much better than “bursting.”

In closing I must admit that I haven’t a clue on the use of the split infinitive, I might have known it at one time or another, but like I have said before, “The sixties were really good to me” and that is my only proffered excuse at this time.

Today I find myself thankful that I can read, I do have a command of the language, and I can thank my teachers, my parents for that. Also, I am just glad that my current social status in this life, doesn’t require me to have a “power vocabulary, do simple math, dress for success or to live in Texas.”

Got to go! I am late for my class on Pumpkin Carving for the Criminally Insane.


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