Boo Radley

Feb 04, 2009 08:15

OK, so a couple of nights ago Twila & I watched "To Kill a Mockingbird". The classic starring Gregory Peck, Sydne Potier, and a very young Robert Duvall.  Outta control I tell ya! I mean, this is SO the way I grew up.  (Except for the fact that Jem & Scout lived "in town" and I lived 5 miles from any near civilization!)  It really rocked my world.  Made me miss home.  Made me long for wide open spaces.  For our farm.  To be able to run, roll, cartwheel through acre after acre of alfalfa.  To walk bare-footed for miles along our dirt road.  To pick blackberries along our cedar fence all the way to our mailbox at the "county road".  Things were so much simpler then.  Your only concern was not stepping on a big ole thistle in the pasture or missing the fried okra at supper time.

There is this suspenseful scene in the movie when Jem, Scout, & Dill are sneaking up to Boo Radley's house. (Remember how frightful this house is? I mean, seriously! There were NO landscape designers in Macon County then!)   They have to climb through Boo's collard patch to get to his house & this patch is surrounded by a fence.  The fence has a squeaky gate that can't be opened without severe squeaking - - alerting Boo to the children's scheme.  So, the all-knowing Jem asks for Dill & Scout to "spit on it" to make it quit squeaking.  Twila & I were in hysterics.  Seriously? That's the smartest thing I've ever heard! Spit on it!!

This morning, Twila opened the refrigerator to get some milk.  Our refrigerator, nearing its end, has a severely squeaky door that annoys the fire outta me.  As Twila opened the door & the squeak burst forth, I heard a giggle.  I replied..........."Spit on it"................



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