What is one of the most unusual things you have done? For me, it was singing with a music artist from the 60's era, Bobby Curtola. I remember he was at this local travel agency promoting a cruise lines, and signing autographs and such. Well, i impulsively, and nervously, walked over to him, and started singing a few lines of a popular hit he had in those 60's. He surprisingly started to sing along with me, wow! I was thrilled, to say the least. This is now a wonderful memory for me, only wish i hadnt washed off the kisses he poured all over my cheeks! This was certainly one of the most unusual things i've ever done! Do you have any unusual moments you could share with us? Dee
Hello Dee - what a great thread you've posted - a lovely memory you have all due to putting your nerves aside Its early here, so I'll come back to post later
This was not unusual for me really, but it was a first I loved to sing and dance - once I immersed myself, I was in another 'lovely' world, all problems disappeared I was around the age of 11 and had just seen 'Gypsy' at the cinema, waiting for the bus the songs played in my head and as the bus approached I grabbed the rail to get onto the platform and burst into song with 'Curtain up ! Light the lights' we got nothing to hit but the heights' 'starting here' (climbing the stairs to the top) 'starting now' …….. (top of bus) …. 'Baby, everything's coming up roses !' and so I continued down the aisle of the bus - finished to a round of applause My first audition and I passed My biggest gift, was that I could hear a song 'once' then sing it, the tune was complete, the lyrics around 90 per cent the other 10 per cent I could ad lib. Those were the days ………………. sigh
I remember climbing a tree near the riverbank where we lived, and dropping a heavy rock on a Railroad Torpedo which I had placed on a river rock. The explosion caused neighbors to step outside to see what happened! My dad supervised the event, as he was the only one able to acquire Railroad Torpedos, being a Locomotive Fireman for the Pennsy. This was in 1944, when I was 8 years old. Hal
Hal made me remember some of the stupid things i have done in my life time. One was i took a small plastic bag put oxygen + acetylene tied it off placed a piece of paper under it and lit it. The explosion was loud and shuck the dust of the beams in the factory.
Dunno. Just about everything I did and do is unusual to someone. I’m a curious person and as such I do things that seem quite natural to me but I find that I get a lot of questions and “looks” when I do them. Other than that.......... I guess though, the most unusual thing to others is the fact that I’m a heavy duty introvert and I do NOT like crowds of any kind unless I am the one in front and in control. I was in an off Broadway production of Jesus Christ Superstar and Oh Calcutta and never thought anything of it because i wasn’t in the crowd. I can easily speak and lecture to as many people as you can fit into a lecture hall or auditorium but put me in the middle of a half dozen people and the anxiety freezes my brain.
I think a lot of the things we did when I was growing up would be unusual today, and some would probably call for prison time, such as several attempts to make a bomb when we were maybe twelve or thirteen. We accomplished some good fire explosions but, since we did this at an old gravel pit, there were no actual fires. We did blow up some stuff with dynamite, though. It wasn't so uncommon then, as farmers would use it to blow stumps out of the ground or to dislodge large rocks from a field. Although my dad bought dynamite from time, he either bought just what he was going to use that day or he did a better job of hiding it than my uncle did, because we found his. Kids today, deprived of dynamite, don't even know what they're missing out on.
When I used to entertain people, it wasn't a big deal for me, in my head I was in my room singing for the joy music gave me Now - a whole different ball game, health issues have taken my joy away but now, when I have to stand up in a room of people and defend my rights, where I live, Its so difficult for me to do but 'I have to do it', that - has never left me
@Ken Anderson My Dad's Uncle, a most progressive and determined guy, happened to be blasting stumps on his property when we drove out once to visit. He had a large place near Sawyer, Michigan. There in his shop, we watched (my Dad & I) as he prepared several sticks. We followed him out to the field being cleared, watching as he drove a long wrecking bar into the ground amongst the roots of the next hapless tree. I'd guess the stick went down about 3 feet into the hole, a long enough fuse protruding to reach above ground. He lit it, began walking away, as we took off running. He laughed. The fuse burn rate was 50 seconds per foot! We waited an eternity, expecting a huge blast. Suddenly, a very muffled "whump" was heard and felt, and the tree laid over free of the ground. I was then about 12........I knew that someday....... Frank
I had a landlord that told me a story about when he worked for a town in Massachusetts. Its seems that it was summer time and there was some rock outcroppings that the town wanted to get rid of at the local school. So my friend was asked by one of the townies if he'd help. The plan was to cover the rock with sewer lids that they had and then using dynamite blow it up. Well my friend told me that he never laughed so hard as when the dynamite exposed and every window in the school was blown out.
After my wife died in 1989 and I went to dating again I went to a advertised SINGLES NIGHT AT THE ZOO. Saw some nice animals but no ladies that piqued my interest