|East Ward Elementary School cast of "The Scarecrow" - a class operetta 1953|
|GOP Clowns (i.e., presidential candidates) gather for a debate last night in Iowa|
Funny thing, there is so much that I have forgotten over the years but I remember the preparation for this operetta so clearly. At lest some parts of it. As a young kid, craving attention like most my age, I was thrilled to be asked if I would be willing to be made up as a scarecrow to appear in the class operetta. THRILLED! I was SO happy. Check out that big Joker (i.e., Batman) smile spread across my young, flawless cherubic cheeks.
We had to supply our own costumes. I went home and asked my Mom if we had any old clothes that a scarecrow would wear. She said I was wearing it already. Oh yes, we were poor. In fact we were so poor (here it come folks), we DIDN'T EVEN KNOW WE WERE POOR. So anyway, I already had my "costume" which was an old plaid shirt with the elbows worn out and an old pair of jeans. All I needed was a straw hat. I don't remember where that came from, probably someone else supplied it. I wasn't into hat too much at that time of my life. My "hat" phase came when I went into the Army, and continues to this day.
I don't remember what we did in the play. Maybe my friend Larry remembers. He is the scarecrow on the other end in the back. He's usually pretty good at remembering details. We're friends to this day. When he reads this blog he'll tell me and I'll update you. But one thing that I do remember is the SMELL OF THE GREASPAINT! I lOVED IT! I really think I missed my Calling. I SHOULD HAVE BEEN AN ACTOR! I have all the necessary ingredients:
- I love attention
- I have a huge ego
- I'm in love with myself
- I'm goodlooking
- I have personality to spare
- I never tire of looking at myself
So there, I have all the necessary qualifications. What happened? Well, I guess my life took a detour and here I am old, gray and aching and wondering whatever happened to my budding acting career that was nipped in the bud.
I know, maybe I should have been a politician. But then again, that wouldn't have worked out either. You see, I have slight problem....I cannot lie.