Hat's Off Johnny Boy! (poem) by John Michael Domino on AuthorsDen

Hat's Off Johnny Boy!
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I recall my mother insisting that I wear a hat whenever it was cold. Johnny Boy did not like wearing hats and did not always do what he was told...

In my childhood days, Mom always made me wear hats Even though at the time “it was definitely was not where it was at”. Mom would put the ear flaps down, She tucked the hat to fit snug till I frowned and then sent me on my way to town. If it was not too cold and the coast was clear hats were off by the end of the day Johnny Boy would come home with bright red ears!!! Mom did not like that at all, she was afraid her little boy would get a chill and come down with a bad cold. So why was I so rebellious? Why could I just do what I was told? Truth be known I looked around at my friends, Some were nerds and others were very cool Wanting to be like cool kids in school I tried being independent by braking house rules However, mother had a secret weapon It was my Big Bad “Dad” He was not so kind. If I messed up, he would “Tan my behind” Back to the future, these days in cold weather No one tells me to wear a hat any more But some relatives still call me “Johnny Boy” So every now and then to tell you the truth… I really, miss that! Mom, I am glad you were there! PS: I "Thank God" for you Mom! Love, Johnny Boy ©2014, John Michael Domino

Reviewed by Mary Patterson

Reviewed on September 5, 2014

Your mom was a very caring mother who must have loved you a lot! Moms always want the best for their children! I enjoyed this trip down memory lane with you....Mary Grace

Reviewed by Mary Cochrane

Reviewed on September 2, 2014

A very lovely tribute to your mom John. Childhood memories are sure one of the best.
Love and blessings
Mary

Reviewed by Regis Auffray

Reviewed on August 31, 2014

A fine tribute to your mom, John; and fond memories shared. Love and blessings to you,

Regis

Reviewed by Liana Margiva

VERY NICE, I LIKE IT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Liana Margiva

Reviewed by Ronald Hull

It seems that aunts and uncles have the hardest time learning that you're growing up. The few that I have living still call me, "Ronnie," no matter how many times I remind them that I left that nickname behind in high school.

My parents were more liberal. I never wore a hat, but would consent to a hood on my hunting coat when I went out all day deer hunting. Never even used the hood on my toggle button "cool" winter coat my mother bought at JCPenney. Since we often got 20� below zero my newly combed wet hair would often freeze within a few minutes walking to and from school. Whenever I felt my ears reaching frostbite, I would pull out my handy earmuffs and put them on until my ears were warm and then take them off again, sometimes several times on a skating afternoon on a cold day. I did get frostbite with skin peeling off a few times on my ears. I hated the earmuffs because they held my ears down, making them hurt after about five minutes--my ears naturally stuck out and didn't like being pinned back.

Now, if I'm out in the sun, I have to wear my straw hat or face a serious sunburn. I also have started putting a towel over my head when I sleep to help keep me warm on cold nights. How things have changed.

Thanks for the memory poem. You struck a chord in all of us with this one. Come to think of it, vanity got me nowhere except chilblains� Ha ha.

Ron

Reviewed by Michael Schafer

My kids would go out without a coat, and then freeze as they stuttered, "I'm not cold".

Michael D.

Reviewed by Mr. Ed

I never wore my hats either, Johnny Boy. I would run out of the house with my hat on, and quickly take it off and hide it somewhere near the house until I returned. Dear old Mom never knew. But I wear them now - especially when it's 20 Below around here.

Reviewed by Ed Matlack

Reviewed on August 30, 2014

I ran about all over the beaches of my home town all year around...never wearing a hat, rarely a coat, though I did get into trouble too, but the next day I did the same thing...the cold NEVER bothered me way back then...guess I was hot blooded...not anymore though...damn blood thinners I am taking, making me cold all the time...-e-

Reviewed by Clarence Prince

Mon always knows best, so get your hat, Johnny Boy!

Reviewed by Kathy Parenteau

Beautiful memories written incredibly well.

Kathy J Parenteau

Reviewed by Jane Noponen Perinacci

Your mother was "caring for you". That was her job. Lovely sentiment here.

Love ya!
Jane

Reviewed by John Townsend

Those memories well captured and preserved, as well as missed. Thanks for the read. John

Reviewed by Chip Bergeron

He-e-e-re's Johnny!!! Really neat memories,well remembered.

God bless,

Chip Bergeron