I lived my first 14 years in the stix of Anderson County before we moved to that metropolis of Waddy.
I know much more now then I did then.
I think I first became aware of nuclear bombs in the 7th grade in Science class. I had a teacher named Norman McCray. He was always telling jokes and being funny. I don't think he is with us anymore God rest his soul.
Anyway he showed us a few films about Nuclear bombs. One I distinctly remember was like a slideshow (like a video with all still frames) with talking. These people were in Washington D.C. and they were discussing these things and at the end the civil defense sirens were going off.
What was Anderson County Junior High at the time was on Main Street in Lawrenceburg where I think the building still stands. Mind you this was in the days where there was no AC and the windows were open in warm weather.
So there was a fire engine siren from an old fire truck they had and I guess it was coming right down Main Street. It sounded like a hand crank siren with a slow whhhhwaaaaaaaaaaaaahh low tone.
I felt an immediate rush of anxiety and fear as all of this talk of nuclear bombs rushed through my tortured mind.
I blurted out in class loudy "What's That!?"
Mr. MrCray in a slow deliberate voice said "it's a fire engine" and kind of rolled his eyes much like Seinfeld might saying something to Costanza.
I was not embarrassed but relieved.
It does not bother me much now even though we are all a moment away from obliteration.
I know much more now then I did then.
I think I first became aware of nuclear bombs in the 7th grade in Science class. I had a teacher named Norman McCray. He was always telling jokes and being funny. I don't think he is with us anymore God rest his soul.
Anyway he showed us a few films about Nuclear bombs. One I distinctly remember was like a slideshow (like a video with all still frames) with talking. These people were in Washington D.C. and they were discussing these things and at the end the civil defense sirens were going off.
What was Anderson County Junior High at the time was on Main Street in Lawrenceburg where I think the building still stands. Mind you this was in the days where there was no AC and the windows were open in warm weather.
So there was a fire engine siren from an old fire truck they had and I guess it was coming right down Main Street. It sounded like a hand crank siren with a slow whhhhwaaaaaaaaaaaaahh low tone.
I felt an immediate rush of anxiety and fear as all of this talk of nuclear bombs rushed through my tortured mind.
I blurted out in class loudy "What's That!?"
Mr. MrCray in a slow deliberate voice said "it's a fire engine" and kind of rolled his eyes much like Seinfeld might saying something to Costanza.
I was not embarrassed but relieved.
It does not bother me much now even though we are all a moment away from obliteration.
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