Thoughts about the Season after Winter
By Jeff Salter
Spring is on everyone’s mind this week, but I’m not certain winter is quite over … here in Possum Trot. So until I know whether spring has fully sprung, let me yak about Sprang Break for a minute. Then I’ll reminisce for a while.
I use the non existent past participle of spring because I grew up with people who swore it was a conjugated word … and because many others pronounced spring as “sprang”. Whatever.
As a school kid, I don’t recall knowing much, if anything about spring breaks. I don’t recall that we even had enough days to go anywhere or do anything in particular. When we were younger, we probably just went to see our relatives in Biloxi and Ocean Springs.
Besides, the kinds of un-chaperoned Spring Breaks I’d seen in movies, like “Where the Boys Are” were just for Yankees or rich folks.
But since you’ve distracted me with that film, here’s the link for the best song in it, the title song, by Connie Francis:
The song in question involves the first 2:30 of a 12 minute clip. I wouldn’t waste any time on the other songs. [Update — 3-23-2016 — this link is apparently dead now. Sorry]
Springs Favorite Memories
Here’s a link to my column from about this time last year:
It features a clip from a movie which (to me) embodies springtime — Walt Disney’s Bambi. Take a look.
Images from Spring
If you’re either bold enough or curious enough, I hope you’ll read my Spring column from two years ago:
It features a poem I wrote using imagery borrowed from nature.
Did you ever go on an un-chaperoned Spring Break?
What’s your favorite memory related to Spring?
What image or images are certain to remind you of Springtime?