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Clubius Contained Part 31 – Cape Cod (August 1965)

I was in this giant house where I kept going up in the attic but there was still another attic above it, so I went up there too. In each new attic I found a different stairway that went up to ANOTHER attic above the one I was on. As I walked up the creaky stairs I felt something wiggling my big toe. Wait… I was under a blanket. Where was I?

A grownup man’s voice that sounded familiar said, “Wake up sleepyheads. It’s four in the morning. Time to go”, and I suddenly remembered. We were going to drive to Cape Cod.

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Clubius Contained Part 30 – The Blue Front (June 1965)

Yesterday, the last day of school, had been the best day of the year, just like it had been for the last four years. When the school bell rang yesterday and we were done with fifth grade, so many things I’d worried about, every day, every week, I didn’t have to worry about anymore. No more tests. No more book reports. No more SRA colors. No more grownups in charge of me five days a week.

Miss Kennedy watched us kids all jump out of our seats and start talking with each other as some of us ran out the door and others stayed to talk to other kids. She looked kind of sad, like she would miss us, and I even felt kind of bad for her, even though she was a grownup. But then Beth and Abby went up to talk to her and she smiled and didn’t seem sad anymore. They were the real “teacher’s pets”, especially Beth, who REALLY liked doing school stuff.

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Clubius Contained Part 29 – State Report (May 1965)

Our teacher handed back our stories today we had written for our big monthly writing assignment for April. The story I had written was called “Enroute to Ekoe”, and it was about a very large pretend island I made up that got captured by the Japanese before World War Two and became a military base for them during the war. It had five smaller “satellite” islands around it. My story was about the initial “campaign” to capture the small islands around the big island before we invaded it.

Even though I had to do it for school, I had actually liked doing it. Most of the OTHER assignments I had to do at home for school, I really didn’t like doing. If they were easy, they still took time that I would rather spend playing, with my friends, in the park, with David, or just by myself. And if they were hard, I’d just keep thinking I had to do it, but not doing it yet, until it got to be the last minute and I HAD to do it. I just HATED that feeling, like grownups, in this case my teacher, were in charge of my life.

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Clubius Contained Part 28 – My 10th Birthday (April 1965)

It was the middle of March about two weeks before my birthday, but it still seemed like winter outside, even though there was hardly any snow left on the ground.

“You know Coolie”, mom said as she rubbed a white cloth on the shiny top of the round table in the living room, “Your tenth birthday’s coming up, and I think I’m at a point where I’m ready to have a real party in this place.” She looked around the room. “Our lonely little Herman Miller chest and Windsor chair from our old living room FINALLY have a lot of company. Thanks to all your dad and I’ve been able to do, we now have this round table, the rectangular table and the square coffee table in the sitting room, the overstuffed rocking chair, the deacon’s bench, the love seat, and a couple nice end tables.”

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Clubius Contained Part 27 – Out Sick (February 1965)

“Are you feeling better Coolie?” mom asked as I sat at the kitchen table eating Campbell’s chicken noodle soup out of a bowl. I nodded. I had opened the can and heated it up myself on the stove.

“Oh good”, she said as she turned back to a big metal tray full of little paper cups with dirt and small shiny green plants in them that she called “cuttings”. She had her garden clippers and was cutting off parts of some of the bigger plants and putting those new “cuttings” in a bowl that looked like it had a white paste in it. It was Friday, and I had been home from school all week.

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Clubius Contained Part 26 – Snow Day (November 1964)

It was Monday morning and I woke up to that disc jockey guy on the radio on CKLW again just talking away about the weather…

Twenty twenty weather word, “snow”. It’s comin down boys and girls, flake by flake, inch by inch, maybe nine inches before it’s done in the Detroit Metro area, and it’s not even Thanksgiving yet. Thanks for nothing, mother nature! Unless you’re a kid whose school is closed today, and then all hail the weather goddess! Temp in the high teens this morning… hi all you teens out there… but barely breaking thirty this afternoon. But somebody please “break it” to Tommy James and the Shondells that no school is no excuse for bad behavior…

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Clubius Contained Part 25 – Fifth Grade (September 1964)

I woke up to that guy on the radio, that “disc jockey” guy, talking in his fast way that kind of went up and down and was almost like singing, but not really. Dad had gotten David and I a “clock radio” to help us wake up for school in the morning, though David usually was already up before it went off. Instead of the alarm, I had moved the little switch on the side to turn on the radio at 7:45, which we usually had on that CKLW station at the “8” on my little transistor radio but at “80” on this new bigger radio. After a bunch of other words all over the place he said…

Twenty twenty weather word, “muggy”. Low sixties this morning but a humid near ninety, yes nine zero boys and girls, this very afternoon. So much for Labor Day being the end of summer! And Martha Reeves and the Vandellas’ new hit’s got something to say about just walking to school this morning…

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Clubius Contained Part 24 – Burns Park (August 1964)

Looking down the length of Burns Park with the school at the far end

It was just a week ago that we moved here. Mom said we needed to move for her “mental health”, so “your dad and I can have more of the kind of life we imagined when we agreed to get married”, and so “I can continue to do all those things you need your mom to do for you”. Yeah, she said all that, and I guess it all made sense, but mom was always good at figuring out what to say so it at least sounded like it made sense, so I was never completely sure.

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Clubius Contained Part 23 – In the Lilac Bushes (June 1964)

It was the last day of school. I was finally done with fourth grade. The last day of school was my FAVORITE day of the whole year because I didn’t have to have grownups in charge of me anymore, or at least until fifth grade started in the fall. It was better than Christmas OR my birthday, which were my second and third favorite days of the year. And as you can probably figure out, the first day of school in the fall was my least favorite day of the year. That’s when grownups being in charge of me started again.

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Clubius Contained Part 22 – Panic Attack (April 1964)

Aunt Pat kissed me on the cheek, looked at me and said, “Tell your mom I’m thinking of her and that you and your Aunt ‘Hant’ Pat had a great time together and you’re welcome back any time!” I nodded and told her that I would. Aunt Pat liked to tease me that before I knew what an “aunt” was, I thought her regular name was “Hant Pat”. And then when I found out what an “aunt” was, and figured out that was what she was, I called her “Aunt Hant Pat”. I usually didn’t like people teasing me, but because it was her, and she felt like my big grown up older sister, I was okay, but only on this one thing.

“And tell her”, she said grinning, “That you insisted on wearing these same pants every day you were here, despite having others in your suitcase and these probably in great need of a wash at this point.” She laughed through her nose like a grownup. I pushed my lips together and didn’t nod or say anything. Those pants with the stripes down the side WERE my favorite.

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