Tom Purcell, 8/8/2006 [Archive]

Dinner Bells

Dinner Bells

By Tom Purcell

It's August and I'm longing for the sounds of summer I knew as a kid.

In the '60s and '70s, you see, only one or two houses in our neighborhood had air conditioning. Most neighbors kept their windows open, allowing the outside sounds to come in and the inside sounds to go out.

I woke every morning to the birds chirping outside my window screen, a dewy chill in the air. I'd smell the Big Guy's pipe, which he smoked while he read the paper downstairs. I'd go down to greet him. Sometimes he'd make scrambled eggs and toast covered with butter, and we'd eat while the birds kept on singing.

The evening sounds were equally powerful: a dog barking; a motorcycle downshifting on some faraway hill; people out on their porches listening to the Pirates play on the radio; a baby crying; a couple talking; children laughing; a window fan humming.

Sounds carry far in the summer air. One family on the hill -- they had three adult kids still living at home -- entertained the whole neighborhood with their cussing and bickering:

"You're an idiot!" one would shout.

"No, you're an idiot!" said another.

"Shut up the both of youse!" the old man would yell. He told our next-door neighbor once he couldn't understand why his kids were so rude to each other, the lousy idiots.

The sounds I miss the most, though, were the shouts and chants and bells that families relied on to call their kids home for supper.

In those days, kids didn't participate in one adult-run activity after another. We didn't sit inside air-conditioned homes playing video games. No, we were out in the hills roaming and exploring and creating all day long.

We collected scrap wood and built shacks. We damned up the creek and caught minnows and crayfish. One summer, we built a motorized go-cart with some scrap items from a junked riding mower and a couple of two-by-fours. It was one of the great engineering feats in my neighborhood's history.

Occasionally, we'd fib to our mothers and ride our bikes 20 miles farther than we said we would. Or we'd pluck some baby pears off a tree by Horning road and whip them at cars. Every now and then, a car would screech to a stop, and we'd sprint through a creek aqueduct that ran 200 feet beneath the neighborhood.

There was only one major rule a kid had to abide by: you'd better be home in time for supper.

Every kid had a unique sound to call him home. The Big Guy went with a deep, booming, "Tom, dinner! Tom, dinner!" I could hear him a mile away or more.

When moms did the calling, they always used full names. They always sang, too, as my Aunt Jane did: "Miiiiiikkkeeelllll, Keeeeevvvviiiiiinnnnn, suuuuuppppppeeerrrr!"

The Givens boys, up on the hill across the railroad tracks, were called in by a large bell. The clanging sounded off at 6 every night, giving us the sense that a river boat was making its way up the Mississippi or a chow wagon was calling in the cow hands for some grub.

One family used a riot horn. The piercing "hrmmpppphhhhhh!" could be heard for miles. There was no way that kid, attempting to explain why he was late for supper, could claim he didn't hear it.

These mystical summer sounds have been gone a long time now. We need to bring them back.

At least one month every summer, why don't we cease every structured activity, cancel every tournament, and end every adult-run event. Let's turn off the television and computer. Let's shut down the air conditioner and un-shutter the windows and doors.

Let's allow our kids to go out into the hills to roam and play and discover all day long. This will require us to call them home at dinner.

And our shouts and chants and bells will breathe some much needed music into the sweet summer air.

Tom Purcell's weekly political humor column runs in newspapers and Web sites across America. Contact Tom at TomPurcell@aol.com.



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