Rural 1937, I love this shot. Range chickens, Cars, wagon and gas pump! two years before I discovered America!
When is 32 not just 32?
Every once in a while certain terms in this modern world of accuracy bug me. We all feel different lots of times. MANY restaurants my girl enters, she will say, ‘It’s freezing in here.’ Now I know she doesn’t mean it is 32 degrees. She is just exaggerating to express her discomfort.
If you like things sweet and put 3 tsp sugar in your coffee and someone tastes it, they may just say ‘THAT is TOO sweet,’ to which you say, “I feel different about that, I like my coffee sweet!” So all our ‘sweeters’ or sweet taste buds are not the same.
Once mama was leading Shirl and me by the hands at an institute for the insane. A lady was looking thru a barred window and called out to mama, “You think them little devils are cute, BUT THEY AIN’T.” (Actually a true story) Well mama did think we were cute (me more than Shirl of course) but see, there is a difference of opinion of cute. We just don’t feel the same as everyone else.
Do you remember when paper mills smelled terrible to anyone except the residents? The visitor would say, “What is that terrible smell?” The resident may feel completely different about that smell.
This could go on and on in my mind, I am just trying to make a point.
In the last 20+ years the Weather people have a practice of telling me how I feel. “WOW people out there, it is 32 degrees outside, BUT it feels like 22 degrees.” Now, How does he know?
Just before coming on the air did he yell at Tommy the office assistant, “Tommy walk outside and check the temp. NO not with a thermometer, just tell me how it feels!”
Now if Tommy was raised in Jamaica, he gonna come back and say, “It feels like ZERO out there!”
Contrariwise, If Tommy lived near Dar and Mel up in the North Woods of Wisconsin growing up, he might come back in smiling, “Hey dude we be having a heat wave, I’m thinking of going swimming! FEELS great to me.”
Anyway, I don’t like anyone telling me how I feel, less’n it is Sherry. Imma close with a line Pastor Carter told me: “Once at a convention my wife ‘mouthed’ across the room ‘Put… on… your… coat…’. I walked over to her and asked, “Am I cold? Or are we leaving?”
New car in 1937, the Stutz!