Friday, February 25, 2011
Flashback Friday # 25 ~ Dentists
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What are your dental memories of childhood?
That was the big question Linda poised for us this week (to see others or if you want to join in with fun of writing up your experiences, please click on the icon to the right).
My answers sort of fit the question, so here goes:
What are your dental memories of childhood? Who pulled your baby teeth and how was it done - with a tissue, string, or other method? Was it a traumatic experience or no big deal? Did you have to have any teeth pulled by the dentist? Did the tooth fairy visit your house? If so, how much did you get for each tooth and how long did that last? How old were you at your first dental visit? Did you go regularly? Did you have any/many cavities as a child? Was dental hygiene taught in school? Was flossing a big deal when you were growing up? Did you have braces and, if so, for how long? Did you have to wear rubber bands, head/neck gear or other additional "accessories"? Did you need braces but your parents couldn't afford them? Have you had braces as an adult? Do you have any fond/funny//traumatic memories of old relatives or friends and their false teeth?
I remember pulling my own teeth. I would wiggle and wiggle them until they were so loose I could just lift them out. I remember other kids in school using string, with one end tied to the tooth and the other on a door knob. I think that one of our teachers tried this with some of the kids.
My dad always said he would get his pliers and pull them. I now tell my own grandkids that. I have a pair of bent needle nosed pliers that seem to be made to pull teeth.
After the tooth was out I would show it off and then put it under my pillow. At first the tooth fairy passed out nickels at our house. Gradually it went up, ending a quarter for the molars. Actually I think it went up because of the decline of buying power in our currency. Yes, that was happening way back then. But the postage stayed at three cents for first class and a penny for a postcard.
I did not wear braces nor did my sister. My teeth are poorly situated and today a parent would have had braces for them. I don't know how my sister Lois's were but she had hers all pulled out when she was thirty. Now she is on her second set of false.
I still have all of mine except for five. I my get implants for those. The trouble is most of my other teeth are bad and probably many have been filled for the last time. So where could it stop. I could have a full set of implants except for the newness of them and not knowing how they would fare when I get old.
I don't remember any of my aunts, uncles, or grandparents with false teeth when I was growing up. I do remember that my grandpa's were brown at the bottoms and way worn down. That was because of what the chewing tobacco did for his teeth.
A couple of incidents copied from two previous blogs. To read the entire you can click on this label, dentist.
First:
I was eating some Boston Baked Bean Candy and a part of my tooth broke off. That was the only time I went to the dentist until I was in college and caught trench mouth.
We were riding in the car, my parents, sister Lois, and me. If the car was a 1938 Ford it was during the War. If that wasn't it then it was in our 1949 Ford and I was in high school. My sister thinks it was the former.
My feeling was that I was preteen which would make me in grade school and the car would be the '38.After that I pretty much swore off eating Boston Baked Bean Candy. Boston Baked Beans were hard chocolate candy coated peanuts. They weren't covered with soft chocolate like the modern chocolate covered peanuts or raisins. I've been told they are softer now.
For a while I had thought they were covered soy beans but now I am convinced it had to have been peanuts. Dad really liked them and just a lot of times when we went to town (a thirty minute drive) we had some.
Second:
My first root canal was done by an Army dentist, way back in the 50s.
The root canal hasn't given my any problems but the tooth had. The part he put in fell out many times. Finally dentistry began using a glue that made it stick permanently, so far.
The tooth was also loose at the roots. For several years I have been able to wiggle it. My current dentist would pull it but I wouldn't let him. Wait till it falls out or becomes infected was my order.
But that tooth is gone now. Early this summer I had it pulled along with two others with the prospect of replacing them with implants. There needed to be some gum buildup so bone grafting was in order. I think things are about ready now for me to get those new ones.
What are your dental memories of childhood?
That was the big question Linda poised for us this week (to see others or if you want to join in with fun of writing up your experiences, please click on the icon to the right).
My answers sort of fit the question, so here goes:
What are your dental memories of childhood? Who pulled your baby teeth and how was it done - with a tissue, string, or other method? Was it a traumatic experience or no big deal? Did you have to have any teeth pulled by the dentist? Did the tooth fairy visit your house? If so, how much did you get for each tooth and how long did that last? How old were you at your first dental visit? Did you go regularly? Did you have any/many cavities as a child? Was dental hygiene taught in school? Was flossing a big deal when you were growing up? Did you have braces and, if so, for how long? Did you have to wear rubber bands, head/neck gear or other additional "accessories"? Did you need braces but your parents couldn't afford them? Have you had braces as an adult? Do you have any fond/funny//traumatic memories of old relatives or friends and their false teeth?
I remember pulling my own teeth. I would wiggle and wiggle them until they were so loose I could just lift them out. I remember other kids in school using string, with one end tied to the tooth and the other on a door knob. I think that one of our teachers tried this with some of the kids.
My dad always said he would get his pliers and pull them. I now tell my own grandkids that. I have a pair of bent needle nosed pliers that seem to be made to pull teeth.
After the tooth was out I would show it off and then put it under my pillow. At first the tooth fairy passed out nickels at our house. Gradually it went up, ending a quarter for the molars. Actually I think it went up because of the decline of buying power in our currency. Yes, that was happening way back then. But the postage stayed at three cents for first class and a penny for a postcard.
I did not wear braces nor did my sister. My teeth are poorly situated and today a parent would have had braces for them. I don't know how my sister Lois's were but she had hers all pulled out when she was thirty. Now she is on her second set of false.
I still have all of mine except for five. I my get implants for those. The trouble is most of my other teeth are bad and probably many have been filled for the last time. So where could it stop. I could have a full set of implants except for the newness of them and not knowing how they would fare when I get old.
I don't remember any of my aunts, uncles, or grandparents with false teeth when I was growing up. I do remember that my grandpa's were brown at the bottoms and way worn down. That was because of what the chewing tobacco did for his teeth.
A couple of incidents copied from two previous blogs. To read the entire you can click on this label, dentist.
First:
I was eating some Boston Baked Bean Candy and a part of my tooth broke off. That was the only time I went to the dentist until I was in college and caught trench mouth.
We were riding in the car, my parents, sister Lois, and me. If the car was a 1938 Ford it was during the War. If that wasn't it then it was in our 1949 Ford and I was in high school. My sister thinks it was the former.
My feeling was that I was preteen which would make me in grade school and the car would be the '38.After that I pretty much swore off eating Boston Baked Bean Candy. Boston Baked Beans were hard chocolate candy coated peanuts. They weren't covered with soft chocolate like the modern chocolate covered peanuts or raisins. I've been told they are softer now.
For a while I had thought they were covered soy beans but now I am convinced it had to have been peanuts. Dad really liked them and just a lot of times when we went to town (a thirty minute drive) we had some.
Second:
My first root canal was done by an Army dentist, way back in the 50s.
The root canal hasn't given my any problems but the tooth had. The part he put in fell out many times. Finally dentistry began using a glue that made it stick permanently, so far.
The tooth was also loose at the roots. For several years I have been able to wiggle it. My current dentist would pull it but I wouldn't let him. Wait till it falls out or becomes infected was my order.
But that tooth is gone now. Early this summer I had it pulled along with two others with the prospect of replacing them with implants. There needed to be some gum buildup so bone grafting was in order. I think things are about ready now for me to get those new ones.
Labels: Doctoring, Flashback Friday, Jim in his Younger Days
Wednesday, February 23, 2011
Gymboree time — MidWeek Blues — Fish and chips
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Monday is a free day at the Gymboree. Meme and KP and Papa Jim all went to play. As you can see they had a lot of fun things.In the afternoon we took the bus from outside Karen's flat, one goes straight there, to take Lauren 1.4 miles to her Gymboree for the free play hour. Lauren regularly goes there on Wednesday afternoons.
She had a bucket of head sized rubber balls, slides to slide, things to walk on, drums to beat, dancing to the music and lots of running around with the kids on the exercise mats.
After Gymboree, before catching our bus to come home, we all went to the big Sainsbury's grocery store to stock up and replace the food we had eaten. Karen, Billy, and BP had been skiing in the Vilars area of Switzerland. The three of us stayed home and played in the hood.
Mrs. Jim had mostly cooked or I made sandwiches and pizza (from the frozen).
Tuesday evening all three of us went to the corner pub for some fish and chips. The fish here, as in a lot of places, was fresh cod.We are all cleaned up and ready for the skiing trio who should be here any minute. Karen called from her taxi about 45 minutes ago. We have had coffee, not KP, and a chocolate biscuit to hold us over until we all figure out an evening meal. Perhaps they stopped at a MacDonald's?
What is blue about this fish picture?
[The answer: The salad dressing is blue cheese.]
When you give up highlight the area between the brackets.
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If you want to post a MidWeek Blues picture, go get directions from Rebecca by clicking on the logo picture on the right. She has a Mr. Linky and good directions . Just do what I did. Or do less. All she requires is a BLUE PICTURE or BLUE THOUGHT, you don't have to write.
Labels: Food, Grandchildren, KP, London, Midweek-Blues
Monday, February 21, 2011
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Hallways deserted and scarred, the only life in the old hospital was rats.
The scrubs cleaned so good the rats were starving.
Oh rats!
140 Characters
µ-fiction
Story Copyright
© 2011 Jimmiehov
All Rights Reserved
Note: My "scrubs" here are the scrub techs who formerly worked in the hospital's operating room. What Does a Surgical Scrub Tech Do?
The Deserted Building prompt picture was selected by Susan.
It's posted on her blog, Stony River
Hallways deserted and scarred, the only life in the old hospital was rats.
The scrubs cleaned so good the rats were starving.
Oh rats!
140 Characters
µ-fiction
Story Copyright
© 2011 Jimmiehov
All Rights Reserved
Note: My "scrubs" here are the scrub techs who formerly worked in the hospital's operating room. What Does a Surgical Scrub Tech Do?
The Deserted Building prompt picture was selected by Susan.
It's posted on her blog, Stony River
I wrote this for Susan's microFiction Monday. You can too! Just write a short tale (fiction preferred) about this picture in less than 140 characters and spaces. Then tell her and wait for the critique and praises!
Labels: Microfiction-Monday
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Zily was scared. Iron was giving him fits arm wrestlng and up comes Buzzard, Rodée.
Zily roared off in the sunset giving up his fortune.
140 Characters
µ-fiction
Story Copyright
© 2011 Jimmiehov
All Rights Reserved
This not an offical microFiction Monday entry.
The Rodan and Godzilla prompt picture was displayed by Susan.
It's posted on her blog, Stony River
Zily was scared. Iron was giving him fits arm wrestlng and up comes Buzzard, Rodée.
Zily roared off in the sunset giving up his fortune.
140 Characters
µ-fiction
Story Copyright
© 2011 Jimmiehov
All Rights Reserved
This not an offical microFiction Monday entry.
The Rodan and Godzilla prompt picture was displayed by Susan.
It's posted on her blog, Stony River
I wrote this as if for Susan's microFiction Monday. You can too! Just write a short tale (fiction preferred) about this picture in less than 140 characters and spaces. Then tell her and wait for the critique and praises!
Note: Rodan is the one (a buzzard) flying above Godzilla in the picture above. I have no idea who the Iron fellow is. But then I'm not a Godzilla fan either. Character and space counter:
http://www.design215.com/toolbox/character_count.php
Note: Rodan is the one (a buzzard) flying above Godzilla in the picture above. I have no idea who the Iron fellow is. But then I'm not a Godzilla fan either. Character and space counter:
http://www.design215.com/toolbox/character_count.php
Labels: Microfiction-Monday
