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Thursday, February 21, 2008
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I remember. We would turn our desks over to face the windows and crouch behind them. Ahhhh for the good old days when the war was cold.
Peace
mark
Hum, I could use one of those shell things.
I remember doing this in 2nd grade in '66 when we lived in Glencoe, IL. We only lived there a year, but I remember there were many "tornado drills", where they'd usher us into the school hallways and have us sit against the walls and cover out heads with our hands. I had no idea what it was really all about, and always thought it was kind of funny at the time.
Do the hammer lock, you turkey necks...
-JC
I remember the "air raid drills."
A while back, I netflixed "Atomic Cafe," and my son and I watched it. He was incredulous that they could have dreamed that we kids would have survived 20 megaton hydrogen bomb bursts by getting under our desks.
When I was still a teacher, we still did tornado drills, getting the kids in the hallway, covering their heads.
Enjoy your posts Erik. I remember all too well. We used to say as kids once we made it to the corridor, "put your head between your legs and kiss your ass goodbye." MW
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