Toms Tech World

Picking up where we left off the other day…

… For example, look at me. I turned out just fine after getting out of prison. Ha! Only kidding!!!  If I ever went to prison, the best thing that could happen to me would to be locked up tight because when my mother found out, she would put a good whoopin on me.

Unfortunately, I lost my mother almost three years ago. She became very ill and committed suicide on September 19th, 2004. It was the most horrible day of my life and I still to this day I cannot get over losing her this way. I don’t think that I ever will or am expected to get over it. It is not something that goes away very easily although I now understand why her life ended this way.

Well enough about that. We can go down that road another time.

Let see, where were we… Oh yeah, I was talking about Read more…

Okay, now on to something else.

We were raised in a middle to upper middle class family and ruled by the firm hand of my mother.  She was a devout Catholic with a traditional Italian background. This is where we learned our morals and values and also learned how to cook some delicious Italian food.

My mother was very good at multi-tasking because she didn’t have much choice. Since my brothers and I were always starting trouble, she was able to cook a large meal for us and in between stirring the pasta and making the meatballs, she found time to sting our butts with the wooden spoon.

Now that is what I call resourceful.

I can tell you that the wooden spoon really did sting and believe me, we deserved it. That was back in the day when you could not sue your parents for a good old spanking. As a matter of fact, I think a swat on the behind was encouraged.

More on wooden spoons and childhood outcomes tomorrow!

(Still working on the tech stuff for really getting this blog going )

Tom

I was born November 2nd, 1964 and raised in Chester County which is a suburb of Philadelphia, Pennsylvania. I grew up with an older sister and two younger brothers in the rolling hills of Frazier. We were surrounded by farm land where we played pick up games of either football, basketball, soccer, hockey, baseball or we just ran in the woods. We were fortunate enough to grow up in a very large neighborhood with lots of kids so there was always something going on.

And if not, we found something to do or we went looking for trouble. We were quite good at finding it.

We spent our summers at the Indian River Inlet in Delaware where we learned to go clamming with our feet and how to net Blue Claw Crabs using a piece of chicken tied to the end of a string. It was not only very rewarding to catch them this way but the feast at the end of the day was to die for. My Dad also taught us how to fish from the jetty, the surf as well as in a boat. We caught anything from sand sharks, blow fish, flounder to oyster crackers or otherwise known as “mother-in-law” fish. The reason they were referred to as mother-in-law fish was because it was an extremely ugly fish that would crack open mollusks with its very powerful mouth. Does this sound like anyone you know?

There is that trouble I was talking about earlier.

Stay tuned for more as I get this blog up and running!

Tom Scott