Smorgasbord Christmas Posts from Your Archives – A Boy and a Gun by William Spivey


 

Welcome to another of the archive posts by William Spivey and one that fits into the Christmas posts series. I can remember searching our house for the presents as a child and never seemed to find them. At age 8 I discovered that my parents, knowing how devious I could be had hidden mine and my brother’s gifts in our neighbour’s basement!

This true account is well worth reading by every parent who will be hiding presents in tops of wardrobes, under the bed or even locked in a cupboard safely in the garage.. What else might your children find?

A Boy and a Gun by William Spivey

I grew up in a household with 4 boys and no girls. Without meaning to suggest that girls are not, I can definitively say that boys are curious by nature. There came a time when my parents brought home some Christmas presents early in December and it became our life’s mission to find out where those presents were hidden, what they were, guess who they belonged to and ultimately play with them long before Santa brought them down our non-existent chimney.

I was the second oldest of the 4 boys, the first three approximately two years apart. We were all quite different in personality. The oldest was quieter and had some nerdish traits preferring chess and airplanes to sports. I was perhaps the most reckless and got into far more trouble than my older brother. The one two years below me was able to learn from his two older brothers and got into less trouble while being slightly more devious and the youngest was but a baby at this time and not a participant in this particular story.

Because both our parents worked, we were home alone for at least brief periods most days. We had chores we were responsible for which should have taken up much of that time but there was always time to get into something and the mission to discover those presents was a top priority. The detached garage was eliminated early on, most everything was clearly visible and while there was an attic, a quick search utilizing the pull down ladder eliminated that as a possibility. Because we’d glimpsed the sizes of some of the boxes, many potential locations in our house were eliminated because they didn’t have the capacity to hold the items in question. We’d settled on my parent’s bedroom as the only remaining possibility which we’d pretty much saved for last as that was known to be forbidden territory.

I don’t recall which of my brothers went with me but we eventually gathered up the courage and began the search. It didn’t take long to focus on the closet and we discovered bags containing yet to be wrapped presents including the ultimate prize a remote control Jaguar XKE. We were not deterred by the need for batteries as we were able to strip them from discarded toys from earlier times and we played with that car until we thought it no longer safe and then boxed it back up until the next opportunity.

Christmas finally came, the Jaguar went to my older brother who would never appreciate it as much as I would have. I got a model airplane which within hours of being put together, was destroyed by my younger brother who “wanted to see if it could fly”. The story could have ended there but another item discovered during the search of the closet was a gun.

We had no knowledge there was a gun in the house or for what purpose. Until Christmas passed it was sufficient to play with the toys and revel in our secret time but the knowledge of the gun was always there. My brothers and I didn’t discuss it ever and I have no idea if they harbored the curiosity that I did.

It was fairly rare that I found myself home alone but on one such occasion, I was determined to satisfy my curiosity about the gun. I slinked back to the closet; it was still there on an upper shelf behind some other items. It was unloaded but there were some bullets of different sizes in a box and I took one I believed would fit. I was dying to fire a gun and searched my brain for the best way to do it. I went down to the basement, where there was an approximately 3 foot x 3 foot closet containing the water heater which was the only spot in the home with a dirt floor. The plan that shaped in my then 11 year old brain, was to fire the gun into the dirt where it would no doubt go straight down leaving little evidence that I could easily cover up. I hadn’t calculated for the noise which would likely be heard at least a few houses away as there were windows from the basement to the outside.

I loaded the gun; aimed and pulled the trigger… and nothing happened. They say God protects fools and little children and he got two for one that day. The “dirt floor” was packed so hard that there would have been no possibility for the bullet not to ricochet. At best I could have killed a water heater, at worst me. I thought at the time it may have been the wrong size bullet. Later I wondered if there was a safety that kept me from accomplishing something very foolish.

A warning to those that keep guns, whatever safety measures you employ, a determined child may have the means to overcome them. Others may not be as lucky as I was that day.

©William Spivey 2016

Thanks to William for sharing this cautionary tale with us and I am sure he would love your feedback.

About William Spivey and his blog Inigma in Black

Enigma In Black is one man’s opinion about matters primarily involving politics, education, and race. I suppose I should also add history because, without an understanding of the past, we’re doomed to repeat those mistakes. On the 7th of each month, I’ll publish a segment called, “Shadow Warriors” where I’ll focus on an individual/group that is doing significant work for good and is perhaps slightly unheralded. Blog posts will appear at least once a week, likely more often because I find I have a lot to say.

Trolls are welcome provided you comment with more than just memes. You must use your words in order for your comments to be approved. After your first comment is approved, all others will be automatically posted. There will be no censorship except for those unwilling or unable to remain civil to those who participate here.

Topics bound to keep coming up are Voter Suppression, Politics, and Systemic Injustice. On a lighter note, there will be posts about family, some poetry, and social commentary on whatever strikes my fancy.

My name is William Spivey. I’m a graduate of Fisk University which I credit for much of who I am. I reside in Orlando, Florida. I write to be heard and make a difference. Stay tuned for information about soon to be released books; “Strong Beginnings” and “Letters to Amber.”

You can read a pre-publication review of Strong Beginnings by Yecheilyah Ysrayl here: https://thepbsblog.com/2016/12/23/yecheilyahs-book-reviews-special-edition-introducing-william-spiveys-strong-beginnings/

Connect to William and read more of his posts.

Blog: https://enigmainblack.wordpress.com
Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/william.spivey1
Medium: https://medium.com/@williamspivey
Facebook author: https://www.facebook.com/StrongBeginningsaNovel/

I am now looking for assorted Festive posts for December, recollections of Christmas past, family, humour, short stories, poems, recipes etc.. Have a delve through your previous December posts and if you are not planning on re-using.. pop them over to me at sally.cronin@moyhill.com

 

Smorgasbord Posts from Your Archives – Most of us Need a Love Sounding Board by William Spivey


Welcome to the second of the posts from the archive of William Spivey. In this post William explores the impact of having a trusted sounding board when it comes to affairs of the heart. If you have always been attracted to the same type of person.. unsuccessfully…. or feel that some of your decisions have not worked out very well when left to your own devices…. then this post is for you. Do you have a sounding board?

Most of us Need a Love Sounding Board by William Spivey

Love is hard to get right under the best of circumstances. Unless you’re one of the ones that meet the love of your life on the first try and you somehow manage to grow at relatively the same pace and communicate well enough to overcome the obstacles of life. You’re likely to fail at least once and in some cases often before getting it right if ever.

One thing women are somewhat better than men at is having a sounding board to share some of their trials and tribulations and get advice to consider besides their own counsel. I’m going to attempt to walk a thin line here and generalize about both men and women by saying women often seek counsel from the wrong sources while men often choose to go it alone. Neither method has a good track record of success.

The optimum solution is to find your love sounding board that helps you work through your situation and is looking for the best resolution for you as opposed to them. With that in mind, I have a few tips for choosing your love sounding board. They may be someone you already know well. The rationale for that is that hopefully they know you pretty well also and can make suggestions based on a working knowledge of your likes and dislikes and as important your history which if left to your own devices you are likely to repeat.

Where might you find your perfect sounding board?

In a seeming contradiction, your sounding board may be almost a complete stranger or someone you only know through social media. Your sounding board to be effective must ask some deeply personal questions and it’s sometimes easier to communicate openly with someone you’ve never met as opposed to someone you have to look in the eye every day.

They should ask you questions and lead you to examine and making your own choices as opposed to only telling you what you should do. Some sounding boards have their own agenda and/or strong beliefs and end up not helping you to determine what’s best for you but instead, tell you what they would do in a similar situation.

They should be able to keep a confidence. If it’s someone you already know well they have already demonstrated whether they have that ability. They have told you who they are… believe them. A stranger that has no contact with your circle of friends may seem safe but in these days of Twitter, Instagram and Facebook it still pays to be discerning.

Start slow.

You don’t need to reveal your deepest secrets or fears in your first discussion although if you never reveal them you may be blocking the benefits you hoped to achieve. Ultimately there will come a time for truth telling if you want real help with your relationship concerns.

It might seem with all that I’ve mentioned that it might be best to forego a sounding board altogether and work things out yourself. You could start by asking yourself how well keeping everything to yourself has worked for you in the past? People both men and women like what they like and without an intervention are likely to repeat the same patterns over and over. My weakness was cheerleader types and I found myself attracted to pretty but relatively self-centered women that put their own interests and needs far above my own. Until someone pointed that out to me I never realized it and I submit that each of you have some pattern you are following that might not be in your best interest.

My sounding board asks me tough questions which I sometimes avoid initially but it is in discovering the answers where growth and change occur. While I have great male friends the best advice I get comes from the opposite sex which may or may not work for each of you. She asks me what I want, what is my plan, is it likely to succeed? Sometimes I go down a different path which results in the same questions put in different ways; is that what you want, is this part of your plan, will this choice make you happy?

I was (past tense) the type to go it totally on my own in love matters. I kept choosing the same type of woman which initially may have fed my ego but ultimately didn’t make me happy. Left to my own devices I’d be seeking the next cheerleader that ultimately wasn’t the best match for my personality.

If going it alone hasn’t gotten you where you want to be. Seek out a sounding board that can help you redirect yourself by asking the pertinent questions that allow you to examine your own patterns and hopefully make the changes that will lead you to your relationship goal.

©William Spivey 2016

Thanks to William for sharing his thoughts on the subject of sounding boards and I have to say that I totally agree.. Having someone who has your best interests at heart can be very helpful under any circumstances including in your romantic life.

About William Spivey and his blog Inigma in Black

Enigma In Black is one man’s opinion about matters primarily involving politics, education, and race. I suppose I should also add history because, without an understanding of the past, we’re doomed to repeat those mistakes. On the 7th of each month, I’ll publish a segment called, “Shadow Warriors” where I’ll focus on an individual/group that is doing significant work for good and is perhaps slightly unheralded. Blog posts will appear at least once a week, likely more often because I find I have a lot to say.

Trolls are welcome provided you comment with more than just memes. You must use your words in order for your comments to be approved. After your first comment is approved, all others will be automatically posted. There will be no censorship except for those unwilling or unable to remain civil to those who participate here.

Topics bound to keep coming up are Voter Suppression, Politics, and Systemic Injustice. On a lighter note, there will be posts about family, some poetry, and social commentary on whatever strikes my fancy.

My name is William Spivey. I’m a graduate of Fisk University which I credit for much of who I am. I reside in Orlando, Florida. I write to be heard and make a difference. Stay tuned for information about soon to be released books; “Strong Beginnings” and “Letters to Amber.”

You can read a pre-publication review of Strong Beginnings by Yecheilyah Ysrayl here: https://thepbsblog.com/2016/12/23/yecheilyahs-book-reviews-special-edition-introducing-william-spiveys-strong-beginnings/

Connect to William and read more of his posts.

Blog: https://enigmainblack.wordpress.com
Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/william.spivey1
Medium: https://medium.com/@williamspivey
Facebook author: https://www.facebook.com/StrongBeginningsaNovel/

I am now looking for assorted Festive posts for December, recollections of Christmas past, family, humour, short stories, poems, recipes etc.. Have a delve through your previous December posts and if you are not planning on re-using.. pop them over to me at sally.cronin@moyhill.com

Smorgasbord Posts from Your Archives – My Friend Donald (Part One)- by William Spivey


Today William Spivey joins us with his archive posts. In the first article William talks about Donald Trump who he crossed paths with under very different circumstances long before he became the 45th President of The United States.

My Friend Donald (Part one) –  by William Spivey

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I’ve met Donald Trump on two occasions, in the way that when you’re in the same room with a celebrity you feel like you’ve met them even though you never got within more than a few feet.

The first was in 1992 at the Super Bowl in Minneapolis. I remember the event far more for Doug Williams and the Redskins decisive victory over Denver than for having been in the presence of “The Donald”. He was with a mini entourage, one of his wives I think Ivana was with him. He was in a suit and a Kojak looking overcoat and she was in a full-length mink coat. The game in Minnesota was played inside in 75 degree weather in the Metrodome but I suppose one had to get from the limo inside and he had people to hand all his stuff. I thought how uncomfortable it must be to watch a game in that attire but I guess when you’re Donald Trump you have an image to maintain.

The second time was maybe 10 years later in New York on the grounds of the US Open Tennis Tournament. For anyone that’s attended that event, inevitably during the first week, the temperature reaches approximately 100 degrees every day. At some time during the second week, the temperature breaks and then it gets cold, catching the uninitiated unawares who then have to buy one of the fleece items sold on the grounds or go home. There is a lot of open space on the grounds of the Open and there is no way to get around and avoid the elements. Donald Trump was there when the temperatures were hot, yet he still wore a suit and was accompanied by a new wife who looked considerably like the first. His hair had acquired a new tint that I couldn’t really attach any color to that I knew by name. He was a bit larger, not larger than life simply larger and he had the feeling this time of having become a caricature of himself that got up each day trying to maintain the image he imagined.

As Donald and I (now having met twice and on a first name basis) don’t really run in the same circles we haven’t had occasion to get together again. Of course, he is on TV from time to time and I might stop to watch my friend, but it was during this election season with his myriad appearances, that I began to see him as if for the first time.

Donald had become shrill in voice and was constantly calling out for attention. I was now finally able to understand the phrase concerning Don Quixote tilting at windmills. His obsession about the President’s Birth Certificate was clearly much more about his vanity and desire to stay in the spotlight than anything else. It was at the White House Correspondents ‘Dinner that he reached rock bottom I thought. When the President of the United States on national television having released his long form birth certificate days earlier, took the time to publicly humiliate my friend Donald with the camera’s pointing at him slinking in his chair. And when it became known that he did so, while Donald occupied only a minor portion of his thoughts, as he was involved at that moment with the raid to get Bin Laden. I wondered who near him would step in with an intervention.

Donald disappeared for a time, but obviously his crack like addiction for attention still needed to be fed so he got back up off the mat and inserted himself back into the public eye. He took credit for having been the one that “got the President” to release his birth certificate while at the same time doubting its authenticity. He stood by Mitt Romney and endorsed him in his own hotel, which has more to do with the shamelessness of Mitt, than the significance of Donald. And as the election wound down and his name seldom mentioned, Donald knew he had to do one last thing to throw himself into the spotlight making his big “announcement” less than two weeks before the election.

Being his friend, I don’t even want to talk about the aftermath. I can usually associate life scenes from old or obscure movies and this time, two came to mind. The first was from “Sunset Boulevard” at the end where the aging Gloria Swanson let Mr. DeMille know she was ready for her close-up when the only interest in her was for her car. The second was from “Hush, Hush, Sweet Charlotte” again at the end when Betty Davis was being driven away from a crowd and reporters, smiling when all around her just thought her sad.

For those who haven’t seen those movies, just understand that Donald has become what he would have least desired… the joke. Fortunate is he that he has been spared the shame of the depths of his fall. I don’t want to watch this story’s conclusion when he’ll inevitably start approaching strangers and asking “Don’t you know who I am?” I brushed away a tear while writing this because the Donald I once knew is alas no more!

©WilliamSpivey 2016

Thanks to William for sharing his  post with us and I am sure he would love your feedback.

 

About William Spivey and his blog Inigma in Black

Enigma In Black is one man’s opinion about matters primarily involving politics, education, and race. I suppose I should also add history because, without an understanding of the past, we’re doomed to repeat those mistakes. On the 7th of each month, I’ll publish a segment called, “Shadow Warriors” where I’ll focus on an individual/group that is doing significant work for good and is perhaps slightly unheralded. Blog posts will appear at least once a week, likely more often because I find I have a lot to say.

Trolls are welcome provided you comment with more than just memes. You must use your words in order for your comments to be approved. After your first comment is approved, all others will be automatically posted. There will be no censorship except for those unwilling or unable to remain civil to those who participate here.

Topics bound to keep coming up are Voter Suppression, Politics, and Systemic Injustice. On a lighter note, there will be posts about family, some poetry, and social commentary on whatever strikes my fancy.

My name is William Spivey. I’m a graduate of Fisk University which I credit for much of who I am. I reside in Orlando, Florida. I write to be heard and make a difference. Stay tuned for information about soon to be released books; “Strong Beginnings” and “Letters to Amber.”

You can read a pre-publication review of Strong Beginnings by Yecheilyah Ysrayl here: https://thepbsblog.com/2016/12/23/yecheilyahs-book-reviews-special-edition-introducing-william-spiveys-strong-beginnings/

Connect to William and read more of his posts.

Blog: https://enigmainblack.wordpress.com
Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/william.spivey1
Medium: https://medium.com/@williamspivey
Facebook author: https://www.facebook.com/StrongBeginningsaNovel/

I am now looking for assorted Festive posts for December, recollections of Christmas past, family, humour, short stories, poems, recipes etc.. Have a delve through your previous December posts and if you are not planning on re-using.. pop them over to me at sally.cronin@moyhill.com