5 Reasons I Used To Hate Spring

I wasn't in track, so as a kid, when everyone came back with tans from getting to be outside all day, I was jealous.

Why didn't I join track then? I am slow, and I hated straight running.

I’ll blame it on elementary PE when we had to run 20 laps around the gym to start class. I’m serious, 25. Every. Single Day. Of PE. Even when we switched teachers. It must have been a district policy. Not my idea of fun. And I liked PE—but not that!

So, my first immature reason as to why I did not like spring: track kids’ tans.

Incidentally, I used to hate spring break too as an adult. Why on earth would a person hate that? Same reason. I didn't go anywhere to get a tan!

Reason Two

Spring in South Dakota is ugly. Piles of brown snow. Puddles and mud reside in the yard and on the playground. Streams trickle down the curbs in town due to the melting snow. As a farm kid, I knew to be thankful for the moisture, but where I grew up, fields were brown. No pretty winter wheat like Kansas. Due to the harsh winters or the ground not getting worked in the fall, Dad planted spring wheat, so it wasn’t until later that green fields emerged.

Reason Three

Basketball season ended. No more high school games and no more college games after the Final Four, only the NBA. And since I was married to basketball, like I wrote about here in last week’s post, I suffered withdrawal.

Reason Four

Pressure of music contests. Spring was the competition season. Guild for piano was especially taxing. If I am remembering correctly, it didn't need to be memorized, but performers had to announce the key, play the cords and arpeggios, and then perform the piece. The fancy certificate was well worth it though and so was the pride of my piano teacher. Click here to read about her and here to read about my mom and me and my piano playing.

Reason Five

School was almost out. That meant that I wouldn't be around people my own age for three months—except for church events. The telephone and an occasional sleep over barely met my social needs back when parents didn’t chauffeur their kids all over the place. So again, a rather sad and lonely time for this farm kid.

The Used To Part?

Now I do enjoy spring. I’ll write about my transformation in next week’s post.


Right now, you probably hate winter, but are there characteristics of the other seasons that put you in a bad mood?

A Three-Hour Tour: A Lifetime of Memories

An episode of Gilligan's Island and a bowl of Cheerios with a toasted Cheese Whiz sandwich: my after school entertainment and snack as a child growing up in the '70's.

When my colleague Angie Boone linked me a set of Gilligan's Island facts due to my all-time favorite show turning 50-years old today, I decided to pay homage to the crew America grew to love.

I lived in Cheney three years before I could afford cable television. I was too busy creating lesson plans and coaching high school basketball anyway. So when I could afford it and learned that Gilligan's Island was on TV Land, boy-oh-boy!

My VCR recorded every episode. I found another VCR and dubbed them onto another tape to edit out the commercials. I think my dad still has those VHS tapes.

Suzanne and Jessica, two of my younger nieces who were grade schoolers during my college and early teaching years, enjoyed watching the dubbed shows.

Here are a couple of my favorite lines from the show.

"Movie star, you make glasses steam."

This must be said in dorky, throaty fashion just like the actor did when his pop-bottle-bottom glasses steamed over as Ginger approached him to release her castaway friends. Plot line: a Japanese soldier ends up on the island and believes the war is still underway.

I know, I know. I've re-worded the original quote a bit. It's called creative license.

"Yes, master. I hear and I obey."

This must be said in a choppy, monotone voice to imitate how the castaways said it because a mad scientist and his monkey hypnotized them with a magical ring.

Plot line: the man is training the group to rob Fort Knox. This episode, and a number of other ones around this time, show Gilligan driving, I mean peddling, a car. What little kid did not want a car like Gilligan's?

In another episode, this same fella with the monkey experiments with teleportation, but he is only successful with the voice. The man's beefy sidekick ends up with Ginger's voice and Ginger speaks with a manly voice.

"Like a harp needs a string!"

This must be sung half-opera-half-spoken style like Mrs. Howell. She, along with Ginger and Mary Ann, dubbed themselves the Honeybees to impress the Monkeys, a singing group who purposely stranded themselves on the island to get way and practice their music.

"Neither a borrower, nor a lender be. Do not forget, stay out of debt."

Again, sung with gusto just like Skipper and Mary Ann in the group's rendition of a scene from Hamlet. Probably the reason I became an English major.

How do I remember all these great moments? Because it truly is my all-time favorite show. It contains all the elements of a well-developed plot. The worst they ever said on the show was son-of-a-gun. And any sexual innuendo was just that, innuendo, nothing inappropriate. The show was clean fun, and I will always defend it.

My favorite episode: The Radioactive Vegetables.

And when my husband wanted to cheer me up a number of years ago when I had to put my precious Lexy doggy down right before Christmas, he insisted that I open up a present early. Guess what it was? A boxed set of Gilligan's Island DVD's. 

If I have just conjured up some of your favorite Gilligan's Island memories, please share in the comment section below.