There: Notes from the 60's

By Wilson Sallum

Friends growing up in the 60's from first person perspective.

• Language: English
• Publisher: BookBaby
• Release date: Mar 13, 2024
• ISBN: 9798350949940

Wilson Sallum

Wilson was a chemist by trade. He went on to graduate school in computer software engineering and opened his own company. He became a hydroponic farmer later in life with his own crew and self designed hydroponic greenhouse built from scratch. Wilson was an avid sailor and family man and father of 3.

Book preview

Chapter 1

A nutmeg that’s what I wanted to write about. A little can with small brown crumbs inside. Hell knows where it comes from but only christ can tell you where it’s gone to. Back to the Nutmeg book. Well that was going to be a grand folly on society. Nutmeg served in tea to give it spice. Doesn’t mean whores aren’t needed only producer niggers. Spades with big hands. Shit when a can of nutmeg is used to steal a car, when nut meg in tea is used to help seduce them you know how fucked up things are. But are they really. People have only to be more awake in order to read the players score card. Nutmeg little crumbs. Small odd shape little pieces of some thing. Something bright and light moving dancing to the rhythm of the wind. Bendin flexing to the weight of the air on its leaves. Swaying exhilaratingly to the tune of life even after its time is past. Now causing new circles of light to be formed in shadows under the sun but not seen by those not in it. Particles bouncing tumbling rumbling scampering out of its can to light of many minds from which darkness comes. Well that was going to be Nutmeg in the shade. Never even started it.

Labor- one equal hourly pay!

Chapter 2

Harry Bernard Thomas age 28, has been playing a game all his life. He has 2 children Alice 2 and Seth 3. His wife Cathy is a neurotic who can’t help herself. Harry was born into a lower middle class home. He attended a public elementary school. There’s where it all started. Harry was 9 and in its 3rd grade when a test he took informed the school of his potential. Harry never did think much of the test some of the C questions were similar to the ones he and his mother had lathed ones at home. His father used to work double shift so what his wife could spend time with the children and grow the calling she deserved. Cathy had finished the high school so she was best suited to its job.

The test put Harry into a special group with other children who did well. He used to wonder why so many of them were from the other side of town. I guess they’re just smarter over there, he would answer himself.

Harry’s success was short lived however. In his first year of junior high school, Harry began to ponder the questions of the universe. People are just naturally either smart or dumb. Know its smart ones used to sit next to the wall with the doors in 6th grade and the dumb ones next to the windows. The smart ones would always get good marks because their smart but that’s ok because I’m just as anyone else. Success an idea which was never thought of by him started to play and increasingly larger role in his life. His mother had always told him that success will come to those who the lord favors. That the lord favors those will follow in Jesus foot steps. That has to be it if I follow Jesus foot steps I’ll become successful.

Girls now there was the most important thing in his life being liked having friends. Harry used to think that popularity was kind of a mystical attraction that some people had so he never did much without being bashful because he didn’t think he was endowed with that charm or talent. He could remember some proverb about gold coins in the back of his mind. Some fellow that buried his coins so as not to lose them.

7th grade was also a time of great change in Harry’s school life. He had different teachers instead of the same teachers all day. These new teachers gave great speeches the first day about who they were and what they expected of them. He can remember what mostly it was to follow direction to do as you were told so that you won’t have any trouble. Harry specifically remembers his English class and his American History class.

His English teacher had a reputation for being loud and mean, a real bitch. His seat number had to go on the left top corner of the paper and his class number on the other. If those tow numbers aren’t on there or are wrong it’s an automatic zero without it. F’s in English no one can stay in the group, he can hear his teacher shrieking.

Harry was in a special group he was taking a foreign language and advanced smart courses.

His American History teacher was a man with a butch cut. He was facing going in his 30s. America had to be the greatest country in the world to him then. Every Monday he had to have a political cartoon with an explanation. Harry soon learned that it was better to cut ones that America took going to war doing something good in over with money being given and never any with Uncle Sam with his feet on any foreign country D-. The explanation got better marks if he made the mission look bad and ended by asking God to bless America.

There was a big oak tree outside the window of his class and in the winter when it would turn into a silvery gray skeleton he could see his neighbor’s house and his. He used to remember how he used to play when he was home for lunch last year. The green grass would have spots of brown in it by now like giant tears in a green coat with a brown lining.

English class became dreaded. Often hearing shrill and shriek would resonate off the walls and can cause headaches. His to hands used hand as he tried to write. But he was determined to face the challenge or walk the narrow path.

Halloween was at hand and he wanted the group to go with him to look for her house so that we do a job on it with some eggs. The night came and he remembers how disappointed he was to find that she lived across town and it was too far to go up hill too.

His mark and his reason. The real reason.

Chapter 3

The sun’s long last red rays were leaving the horizon as he walked up the narrow steps to Jim and Sue. A feeling of a condemned man climbing the stair to the gallows crept over him. (Betty would be up there too.) The cement step led to a walk which went around to the back like an iron girder to what was bent in the middle.

The board was a two story wooden structure built for mill workers in the 1800 housing shortages then forced the houses to be plain box like edifices. A new finish of aluminum painted green with small white shutters added surrounding the windows looked strangely outmoded in a house with such a plain shape.

Betty would be waiting upstairs holding the fort as best she can as often he would think. The battle would be hard and the stake their heads.

Hi!

Hello Fred com-on-in.

Betty was sitting in front of the door in what seemed to him a side ways position facing a small table. The christmas tree which had been there last although scraggly and made of silver foil tickled the senses much more than this monstrosity. A glass creation of the devil 8 hands high and about 13 long the huge bulbous ornament" immediately sent tremor all through Fred’s body.

How’s married life been treating you Jim?

This rang through Fred’s ear almost as if he hadn’t said them. Corny! America’s best! he thought I’m mean to say how does it feel to leave Sue here waiting for ya after work. "Jim got that okay why the other day he called from work and I asked him if he’s mind if I went shopping with Betty! I don’t know if she’s told you she’d be he got so upset at the idea of me going out rushed home just to make sure I wouldn’t leave.

Fred’s head was really wobbling now another one of these let’s see who’s more screwed up nights. The last almost saw Jim call Sue a whore. The vaguely in the back of his thoughts he could hear Jim saying something. It cam closer to consciousness. Fred was barely listening wishing the words when Jim got up his face reddened his eyes strong and fixed swaying back and forth to the rhythm no-one had assumed for him.Jim wobbled to the bathroom door. His trembling hands grasping the doorknob on the slip off in his exasperation. Finally, he was before the bowl.

Swaing bent over he hoped he wouldn’t fall in his stomach started to roll and with spasm of muscle he agonizingly heaved out of his system the whiskey which he consumed. Oh how lovely he thought looking down at the yellow puke "if she was to have a miscarriage we could have the wedding