These memes spread like a horrible virulent disease. I’ve been tagged again.
So, 6 weird things about me:
1) During my high school years, I attended 4 different high schools in two states.
2) I’ve studied Russian, French, and Japanese, although I only remember a little bit of French and some Japanese.
3) A cult (or just some strange people wearing funny sheets) lived next door to my house when I was very young.
4) When I was younger and absorbed in a book, I wouldn’t be able to hear people talking to me unless they said “chocolate”.
5) I feel strangely nostalgic for defunct comic book characters like Amethyst and E-Man.
6) When I was just learning to talk, I parroted a phrase that my father taught me, “My name is Herman Goering” at Passover dinner. Fortunately, no one else could understand what I was saying.
I did not know about the people wearing sheets. Where/when was that?
Way back from when we lived on White Street, according to Mom (I think).
1) AFAICR there were no strange folks wearing funny sheets on White Street.
2) Your father sounds like a very weird strange person. Has he been suitably restrained yet?
Huh. Then I don’t know who the people wearing sheets were, or where they lived.
There was a house a few blocks away populated by enthusiastic members of the Society for Creative Anacronism. They may have, on occasion, worn exotica but no sheets as I recall.
Tangonat is corect about the people wearing orange sheets. A house to the east of ours on White Street was occupied by people (all of the masculine persuasion?) who did not maintain the property well, wore orange sheets, and rarely went out. I think it may have been two doors east, since the house adjacent included my colleague whose cat we fed when he was doing field work.