Puberty

Dear Peg and Friends
When puberty came along, I wondered what the hell was happening to my body. My voice had changed or broke, I had also started to shave, as My father kept telling me. ‘To wash my face, but it wasn’t dirt but just the growth of dark whiskers’. Yes, I was able to work out as well I too was being attracted to members of the opposite sex. Yet at the same time I was really scared of them. These creatures were certainly were from another world, and why had they suddenly become extremely attractive to me. Well not only just me, but most  of all, the eligible male species as well. And didn’t the girls know it. What it was all about? Well I suppose it was a mystery to most of the eligible males who were also undergoing a metamorphous. I had been perfectly happy and content only a year ago with my lot. Then overnight it would seem all the rules were changed.
Perhaps it had something to do with the pheromones females are known to give out. This is an accepted method of attracting the opposite sex in the natural that we live in. They, the females were of course, a well protected cosseted species. But actually that was only half of the story. If only their Mums had only known what their daughters got up to, when they were not completely under the parental finger. I know they would have had a struggle to believe it what was going on. I regarded some of them as ‘Jail Bait’, because they could get you into a load of trouble, because of this I gave some a very wide berth.
I quickly found some were not even in the  slightest way, shy or demure. No matter what the image was that they projected, I soon learnt was wise to keep some of the more predatory ones at arms length. One particular lass that I had close contact for a period through the family. She had a very sneaky subtle approach, which masked her aggressive behaviour which she managed to keep hidden. More ways than one she really bothered me. I can remember on one occasion when we were all crammed into the family car. The young lady in question, had positioned herself in the front seat so that the floor shift was positioned between her thighs and the hussy damn well knew that I was have to put my hand down there if I was to drive the car. Not really the correct way to project yourself in my book and attract a member of the opposite sex.
On the other side of the coin, I belonged to a bible class that was considered ‘safe’ to join. It was composed of a mixed bunch of boys and girls all aged early to late teens. A dangerous age, well that was the view according to the church folk that ran the class. They kept very tight control over all our activities. The war had started, the Armed Services were currently busy picking off our older members, turning them into instant Soldiers, Airmen, or Sailors. Old enough it would seem to go to the War, but not old enough to touch, or even hold in your arms, a member of the opposite sex. And who was it that had so such control over us? None but the Church hierarchy who had forbidden to give their permission to let us, or even hold a Social where dancing would be permitted. You could look it seemed, but not touch. They must have but been a sex crazed bunch themselves, if they carried such dark thoughts in their heads.
When we got a little older we got around the dancing problem. We ran our own socials. Hired a local hall fifteen shillings (A dollar fifty in today’s money). Charlie Smith, had taught himself of how to vamp on the piano. So he supplied the music. His sister had been given lessons for years but couldn’t get a tune from the instrument that you would want to listen to. But brother Charlie had taught himself. He could get a tune from any instrument. Sure it was more a vamp that he had taught himself, and knew how to knock out a tune from the piano. We stuck up homemade posters around the town. That was free, as we just stapled them onto the power poles. There was a need and we were fulfilling it, as the dances were well patronised. We charged one and sixpence at the door (Fifteen cents), and if the money ran to it, we would splash out and hire another musician.
After the War Joe Brown ran a much more sophisticated operation when he promoted a dance every Saturday night in the Dunedin Town Hall. The Church must have considered he was the great Satan. He paid for a large band and hundreds attended. It was well attended too, and the place on a Saturday night to be seen. It gave the chance for many young folk to meet their future mate. All for only two shillings and six pence.
Love to all from Christchurch,,
Wally
When puberty came along, I wondered what the hell was happening to my body. My voice had changed or broke, I had also started to shave, as My father kept telling me. ‘To wash my face, but it wasn’t dirt but just the growth of dark whiskers’. Yes, I was able to work out as well I too was being attracted to members of the opposite sex. Yet at the same time I was really scared of them. These creatures were certainly were from another world, and why had they suddenly become extremely attractive to me. Well not only just me, but most  of all, the eligible male species as well. And didn’t the girls know it. What it was all about? Well I suppose it was a mystery to most of the eligible males who were also undergoing a metamorphous. I had been perfectly happy and content only a year ago with my lot. Then overnight it would seem all the rules were changed.
Perhaps it had something to do with the pheromones females are known to give out. This is an accepted method of attracting the opposite sex in the natural that we live in. They, the females were of course, a well protected cosseted species. But actually that was only half of the story. If only their Mums had only known what their daughters got up to, when they were not completely under the parental finger. I know they would have had a struggle to believe it what was going on. I regarded some of them as ‘Jail Bait’, because they could get you into a load of trouble, because of this I gave some a very wide berth.
I quickly found some were not even in the  slightest way, shy or demure. No matter what the image was that they projected, I soon learnt was wise to keep some of the more predatory ones at arms length. One particular lass that I had close contact for a period through the family. She had a very sneaky subtle approach, which masked her aggressive behaviour which she managed to keep hidden. More ways than one she really bothered me. I can remember on one occasion when we were all crammed into the family car. The young lady in question, had positioned herself in the front seat so that the floor shift was positioned between her thighs and the hussy damn well knew that I was have to put my hand down there if I was to drive the car. Not really the correct way to project yourself in my book and attract a member of the opposite sex.
On the other side of the coin, I belonged to a bible class that was considered ‘safe’ to join. It was composed of a mixed bunch of boys and girls all aged early to late teens. A dangerous age, well that was the view according to the church folk that ran the class. They kept very tight control over all our activities. The war had started, the Armed Services were currently busy picking off our older members, turning them into instant Soldiers, Airmen, or Sailors. Old enough it would seem to go to the War, but not old enough to touch, or even hold in your arms, a member of the opposite sex. And who was it that had so such control over us? None but the Church hierarchy who had forbidden to give their permission to let us, or even hold a Social where dancing would be permitted. You could look it seemed, but not touch. They must have but been a sex crazed bunch themselves, if they carried such dark thoughts in their heads.
When we got a little older we got around the dancing problem. We ran our own socials. Hired a local hall fifteen shillings (A dollar fifty in today’s money). Charlie Smith, had taught himself of how to vamp on the piano. So he supplied the music. His sister had been given lessons for years but couldn’t get a tune from the instrument that you would want to listen to. But brother Charlie had taught himself. He could get a tune from any instrument. Sure it was more a vamp that he had taught himself, and knew how to knock out a tune from the piano. We stuck up homemade posters around the town. That was free, as we just stapled them onto the power poles. There was a need and we were fulfilling it, as the dances were well patronised. We charged one and sixpence at the door (Fifteen cents), and if the money ran to it, we would splash out and hire another musician.
After the War Joe Brown ran a much more sophisticated operation when he promoted a dance every Saturday night in the Dunedin Town Hall. The Church must have considered he was the great Satan. He paid for a large band and hundreds attended. It was well attended too, and the place on a Saturday night to be seen. It gave the chance for many young folk to meet their future mate. All for only two shillings and six pence.
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