The "Silver Spoons" curse

There’s a thunderstorm going on outside right now. That means writing on the computer is probably the last thing I should be doing. When you are a writer, however, you write when you feel the urge and that time is now. From a young age my mother taught my siblings and me to like and even enjoy thunderstorms. We lived in a house right on Lake Erie. When the storms started, we would sit on our three season porch and watch the waves slam against the break wall. The entire house shook and the lightning tore through the sky like a conductor’s baton tipped with electricity. Often the power would go out and we would rely on old kerosene lanterns so we could continue to play cards. The storm became a backdrop or sound effect. There was always a pot of tea and maybe some cookies. We actually looked for the biggest waves or debris floating in the water and cheered for them. Though the wall was only twenty feet from the house, we felt totally safe. Mom was an excellent singer who studied music in college. She would often sing us a tune as we watched the festivities. Funny how a little thunder in the Great Plains can take me back to singing at the lake. Then there was the “Silver Spoons Curse”. There was a sitcom called “Silver Spoons” that we rarely watched. During one storm my brother and I decided to watch television and it was the only thing on. Suddenly lightning struck the power lines and something in the T.V. blew. My father repaired sets as a hobby and ordered new parts to replace the burned out ones. It took months but finally the set was working again. That day a storm blew in but we were anxious to watch the T.V. So we turned it on and guess what was on? That’s right. “Silver Spoons” was coming on. Suddenly the house was zapped again and the T.V. blew for good. We determined through scientific observation that God did not like “Silver Spoons” and never watched it again. Some things simply are not meant to be.