FOR NEXT WRITER'S BLOCK, WHICH IS SCHEDULED FOR NEXT MONDAY, OCTOBER 17, 2022:
A Memory
by
Dennis Wall
I won the bald-headed kabobble at the Connecticut State Fair on October 10, 1964. I should probably put "won" in quotes because I did not actually win it, it was given to me.
I was at the rifle range or the baseball pitch when it happened. I was 13. As I was not a particularly coordinated boy, I was generally not so good at games of physical skill. That was the case in Danbury, Connecticut 58 years ago.
Whether I was at the rifle range or the baseball pitch that cool Autumn day, I missed the target every time. The man who ran the booth announced my failure, as was his duty lest I or my parents fail also to understand that I had not earned a prize.
It was very important then for a boy to be physically proficient, to be good at games. Those of us who did not often win prizes or were not often successful at playing games knew instantly from our peers and from adults that we had not won. We knew our place in the boys' life in America at that time and we generally did not protest the injustice of it all, until later. But not in 1964 and certainly not at the Connecticut State Fair in Danbury, Connecticut.
Then the man who ran the booth did something unexpected. He gave me a baldheaded kabobble. "Everybody should win something," he said. I kept that baldheaded kabobble for many years but I do not have it now. It was lost somewhere among many moves in my life since then.
That man's act of kindness has lived in my memory ever since. Even without the baldheaded kabobble in my custody, I still remember. The country has changed, the world has changed, and I have changed since then. For some, it may add context that President Kennedy's body was not yet in the grave for a full year at that point.
But I have never forgotten that man's kindness. I remember during the year, and it is guaranteed that I will remember that day every October 10th.
The number of times that we have affected other people's lives without being aware of it, in ways both small and large, is unknown to us. We can unknowingly affect other people's lives with our kindness or with our cruelty. Sometimes we eventually find out that actions we did not think much about at the time meant a lot to another person.
And so it is that I fondly remember October 10, 1964.
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