1950s voice recognition.

Some things were best left alone to its own unique device. A good idea gone bad? A communication instrument that was user friendly and had ease of operation. Very simple and fast. Just pick up and talk into the heavy black phone receiver and it would follow your commands. Usually. However this was 1952. Wilson,Continue reading “1950s voice recognition.”

Butchy the Chicken Whisperer chap 12.

Now how a bespectacled kid could be named Butchy? The name Butchy or just Butch is often reserved for pub nosed freckled faced red hair bullies. Just like the one portrayed on the Little Rascals from early L A TV. Remember. I was a glasses wearing sandy hair Okie boy and as my older sisterContinue reading “Butchy the Chicken Whisperer chap 12.”

Butchy the Chicken Whisperer chap 11.

Both of my sisters don’t wear glasses. So, why me? Why do I have to wear glasses? I’m a boy. A boy shouldn’t wear glasses. My sisters should wear glasses but don’t. Why not! But come to think of it, Teddy Roosevelt wore glasses He was a cowboy of sorts but didn’t sing. Right? HeContinue reading “Butchy the Chicken Whisperer chap 11.”

Christmas began with a string.

It was a thick cotton string. Well worn and looked as if passed down from generation to generation. It had one purpose only. To connect from corner to opposite corner up above in our little East L A living room. The string was taken out of the Christmas paraphernalia box each year to hang acrossContinue reading “Christmas began with a string.”

Butchy the Chicken Whisperer. Chap 9.

Being a Chicken Whisperer that wears glasses I am often speckling up my lenses. I hate to stop and clean my lenses. It’s troublesome. I have to go inside and hold them under running warm water and moosh in some hand soap. Then rinse them off and dry them off. So to say the leastContinue reading “Butchy the Chicken Whisperer. Chap 9.”