A classmate, Pam, posted this program on a local page for my home area. I remember this. I don’t think about it without a prompt, usually the mention of an old friend, Frank. I don’t recall seeing the program before. We’re listed as the two angels on the right. Neither of us were when we were ten. Fourth-grade boys just aren’t.
As I recall, I had to deliver a long soliloquy over two minutes long, and I was terrified. The funny part was that I was the tallest boy in the class, and Frank was shorter by maybe 4–5 inches. I know it sounds like a lot, but I hit my peak height around seventh or eighth grade. I was tall and what I like to call slender. As you age, it means you’re short and “bulky,” to say it nicely. The height is important to this.
Our angel costumes—sheets—went to the floor. Somehow, Frank’s costume got switched with mine. The effect, I guess, was that we’d look like we were floating or flying. This wasn’t a big-budget production. But the program does indicate we had a costume designer, and my costume included wings.
So anyway, my costume ended up at my ankles, making me look like an angel with tennis shoes and knee-high jeans. Frank looked like he had a wedding dress and a train. I remember it was noticed before we went on stage, but there was no time for a costume change; the show must go on as they say. We thought it was funny. Looking back, Frank probably made the switch because it was rather amusing.
My parents seldom took pictures, but maybe for that, they did. I threw one together using an AI program. In 1962, we didn’t take 800 pics a day, not including our breakfast, lunch, and dinner.
Now, it’s your turn. I noticed something else you don’t see anymore—at least five things. Plus at least one typo and misspelled word for bonus points. Can you see what was common in 1962 compared to now?
