I Talk Slower Than I Think: An Antidote to Helicopter Parenting

I Talk Slower Than I Think An Antidote to Helicopter Parenting Author C D Bonner Cover Illustration by Patricia Garrigus In Creative Nonfiction stories author C D Bonner reminds grown ups of simpler satisfying times and gives adolescents a chance to discover

  • Title: I Talk Slower Than I Think: An Antidote to Helicopter Parenting
  • Author: C.D. Bonner
  • ISBN: null
  • Page: 266
  • Format: Kindle Edition
  • Author C D Bonner Cover Illustration by Patricia Garrigus In 52 Creative Nonfiction stories, author C D Bonner reminds grown ups of simpler, satisfying times and gives adolescents a chance to discover the fun of exploring the wonders just outside their door Most of the stories will make funnybones ache, but a few will make heartstrings feel like fresh sutures.Author C D Bonner Cover Illustration by Patricia Garrigus In 52 Creative Nonfiction stories, author C D Bonner reminds grown ups of simpler, satisfying times and gives adolescents a chance to discover the fun of exploring the wonders just outside their door Most of the stories will make funnybones ache, but a few will make heartstrings feel like fresh sutures A child tries to eat a biscuit that is so hard firemen must remove it Sammy the Basset steals a baloney his own approximate size and shape there is no reset button when a neighbor knifes the ice cream man over a thin dime and, A Fine Bordelleaux moves into the house nestled between a child s school playground and his church I Talk Slower Than I Think chronicles the misadventures of a Georgia family growing up in the Sixties and Seventies Although fans of Southern humor will enjoy the flavor, growing up transcends time and place The book gives parents permission to park the helicopter, grab Granny s best tea strainer, and go outside to catch tadpoles with the kids The length of these stories makes this book a perfect bathroom reader excerpt from the short story, Sole Survivors Each summer we would get a new pair of Keds High Tops that were expected to last through the year You could get a pair for a dollar if you shopped around I had been wearing a pair of Buster Brown leather shoes for a year and a half, and they had split open at the back like sun ripened possums to accommodate my growing feet They were even beyond the ability of Brother James, a devout shoemaker in College Park He preached on Sundays but the rest of the week he fixed shoes He gave it his awl and he saved a lot of soles My shoes let water in, and I had to shuffle slowly to keep my feet from slipping out It had been a tough year for my parents the year I started first grade The truck line had been on strike for a year, and my father had to make do with odd jobs He said that union rules inhibited him from taking a competing driving job during the strike We had to move from the apartment to a tarpaper shack with an outhouse and a well way out in the yard He borrowed an old dump truck from his cousin and made survival wages cleaning out old houses as hippies vacated them He took on an armed security officer s job, and we greeted him with cheery anticipation each evening, Did you shoot anyone today We subsisted on nothing but biscuits and gravy for months I still can t stand gravy I was determined to take great care of my new Keds They would have to last me a year maybe and my father had said that if I didn t take care of them, I wouldn t get another pair I lined them up carefully under my bed Not good enough I tried putting them into the dresser drawer that my mother had used as my bed when I was a baby, but the bottom was coming loose still no good I didn t want to just leave them out in the open We had rats that probably had a taste for new shoes I fretted over the shoes long after everyone else went to bed I finally hit upon the perfect place, a bastion no rat could enter A place surrounded by cast iron, the safest place in the house The wood stove had a side door just big enough for a small biscuit pan, and I would be up before Mother awoke I could show her my clever hiding place first thing I brushed out the oven compartment and lined up the two shoes neatly inside I went to bed, my mind finally at rest I awoke to a loud, metallic clank clank and the smell of burning kindling I flew from the bed, yelling at my mother, My shoes are in the stove She just stared back, since the statement didn t really make sense to anyone else, nor should it By the time I explained it two times, thick black smoke was rolling across the ceiling.

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    1. This is a collection of stories to remind adults of every age of a simpler, more hands-on era.I Talk Slower than I Think is a nod to the good old days. Filled with southern expressions, each chapter relays an old family story passed down from previous generations. This book will have readers laughing out loud, as well as a few nodding along as they relate to certain events. Although there are some stories that are more emotional than entertaining, overall this is a feel-good book that both South [...]

    2. I have read and re-read this book and I can honestly say that it's as funny as it is inspirational. I really enjoy the "park the helicopter" aspect of the book and the idea of going back to a time when it's OK to get your hands dirty. A wonderful read that's inspirational but not preachy in any way.

    3. This was absolutely the best book I have read this year. It has everything, comedy, drama and suspense from real life situtations. I feel everyone will be able to relate to these stories and every single story has a moral at the end to help keep the situation in its proper context. Everyone should read this book!

    4. Great fun! C.D. Bonner's stories of his childhood and family ring true to the young and old. Most are funny, some more poignant than others, all fun to read.

    5. Might have been called "52 Slices of Life." I didn't grow up in the South, but the stories still rang true. There's something about those antique verities I hope never goes completely out of style.

    6. Read what Kirkus Reviews had to say:KIRKUS REVIEWA debut memoir that bursts with Southern flavor and charm.Bonner recounts the lively antics of his rural Georgia childhood in the 1960s and ’70s in this pleasant book. In each chapter, he provides a brief slice of Southern life with all the trimmings; for example, in “The Importance of Biscuits,” he waxes nostalgic for this small but crucial food (“not just a side dish…a staple”) and recalls the care his mother took when preparing them [...]

    7. Reviewed by Richard R. Blake for Reader Views:In I Talk Slower Than I Think, author C. D. Bonner shares poignant stories and unforgettable memories of growing up in Alabama and Georgia in the sixties and seventies.He deftly weaves absorbing stories of childhood adventures, and country comedy with family humor through the use of Southern humor, touching anecdotes on parenting, and treasured memories of his youth. He incorporates snippets of history worthy of being included in American Southern li [...]

    8. There were just a couple of laugh out loud moments; wish there had been more because the subject matter had potential to be hilarious. It needed some professional editing, but it wasn't bad.

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