Throwback Thursday Memories.
When I was a preteen one time, I don’t remember how, I gained possession
of a Roman Candle.
I couldn’t wait to try it.
It would have been at its best in the darkness of night but I was too
impatient.
In our front yard on Manget Street I stabbed it into the
ground, in an upright position, got some matches and lit it. Nothing happened.
I picked it up and shook it and something happened. The sharp evil looking flame leaped out like
a blowtorch. I was holding it with one
hand and it was over the burning end.
My hand was scorched.
I was in agony.
Besides being hurt real bad I was facing two other problems: (1) At the time Fireworks were illegal in
Georgia and (2) My daddy was Chief of the Marietta Police.
The only thing I wanted to do was morn my pain alone. I told my mother I was going to the Strand
Theater to a matinee to see the latest movie.
Which I did.
I told the girl at the refreshment counter my problem and
told me to buy a large Coke and she would keep it filled with ice and either
water or Coke. She told me she would
keep it full with ice and liquid as long as I used the cup. The cups were accountable – Coke and water
wasn’t.
I sat in agony for two showings of the movie. Sometimes I soaked it in ice water and other
times Coke. Finally, the pain lost it
grip and I returned home and just kept that hand out of view for a few days.
The message here is be careful with fireworks Fool!
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