An History: Unique, Innovative, and Inventive

 During the '77 - '78 academic year, which was second grade, a very memorable moment arose. It involved getting some solid swats in front of the classroom. It was such a dust-raising spectacle that the instructor, Ms. Blacksmith, who had falsified a grade report giving a "D" when a "B" or "A" had been earnt, even she looked hurt. She hated this young lion; but, not that much. Seeing that, signs of compassion arose on her "pitiful" face. As, a father said with the resounding echoes of solid "whallops" this backside, "You are not bringing home any 'D's! I had better not see another 'D' on your report card again!" Truth be told, as a young Mensan, who had not "officially" joined, the probability of a earnt "D" was slimmer that him winning a Powerball Lottery. And, all of those children, who were so fond of calling the young lion names, suddenly looked rather concerned for his well-being...

An intellectual arms race of sorts was started during the '77 - '78 academic year. Kindergarten and first grade, the '75 - '76 and '76 - '77 school years had plenty of very beautiful and some troubling memories. But, second grade was exceptionally special. The class was apparently team taught; because, the teacher who sit among our class in our Spring photo was not the one who was in front of the class most days. It is thought that a number of student teachers who were completing their baccalaureates in Elementary Education taught on a rotating schedule. One day, the teacher for the day was teaching us our multiplication tables. She would raise a flashcard and then call upon a student. Some of the students did not know the answers. Although, this young lion had remembered the 20 by 20 multiplication table. That we had reviewed over the last couple of weeks. One boy within the class was rather anti-social for his age. And, when the teacher called upon this young ...

 The followings facts are distinctly remembered primarily from experiences had as an adult with the medical profession and the reality of living within ten miles of the Palomino Hills Park for roughly half of a century. During the Spring of '75, at the age of four, dear old mom asked a playmates mother if she would babysit while she ran some errands. It is believed that that lady was given a hourly compensation and some funds so we could all enjoy some ice cream. She loaded this young lion plus her children John and Rhonda in her Pinto. And, we began a short journey from our apartments named Camelot and landed upon the playground at Palomino Hills Park in short order. John had most likely reached five and Rhonda was an older three. It is believed. Upon reaching the sandy play lot with swings, a jungle gym, a merry go round, and spring-loaded play horses for teetering on, we each chose a place where we could play. The rules were well known. Do not approach the other children and fin...

 During those earliest years of primary school, another very influential public broadcast was seen. It described a lost-wax process. Which was used in painting designs on pottery. A pot would be covered in wax. Then, a design would be etched in it. Finally, a color would be applied. This process would be repeated numerous times. Until, a intricate and colorful pattern appeared on the earthenware.  Watching public broadcasting had taught many lesson before this particular one. Basic science concepts were well-learnt well-before attending any science classes among the public schools. One concept that had been taught from watching public broadcasting was the difference between electric conductors and insulators. You most likely see where this is going. Considering that, Kindergarten was started near '75. However, this young lion gave dear old mom another research idea. He asked if someone could use a similar process for painting a circuit on an typical insulator like glass. Over ...

 One thing that Ms. Prudent had said concerning the aid rendered Timothy during play was that it was "heroic". That is questionable. It was a nice deed; but, life has been blessed with moments around an American hero. An gentleman met after the millennium was a Vietnam-era war veteran. Whose body still had the signs of warfare. He was missing a few digits, and he had trouble walking. He said that he had been hit in a tank where he was the gunner. And when, he heard the shell coming he turnt and shielded his driver. Who was a man of smaller physical stature. Sadly, the medic happily treated his driver who was an European American and planned on leaving him on the battlefield near a "unnamed" river since he was an African American and seen as less valuable. However, the man whom he shielded fought with the medics and used his life as a bargaining chips. Saying that, he was dying on that field along with his gunner. If, the medics did not render him aid also. That vete...

Early on, during this journey called "life", one fundamental fact was realized. That is the victors and conquerors write history. So, in a very true sense, "history" is simply "his story". Firstly, it probably paints a favorable portraiture of "him", "his" contributions, and "his" decisions. Thus, "he" will be seen as faultless and fruitful. And, the "official" account given of history might not perfectly correspond with the actual events as they truly occurred. Surprisingly, this was uncovered "late" in life at about the age of ten. When, the wool parted before these eyes. And, a clearer view of this dynamic of human life was met. Seeing that, by that age, some significant contributions had been made by sharing a few novel insights. Like, a lad shared a few fish and barley loaves and let GOD provide the increase.  This personal insight was shared with a parent along with a personally spawned prov...