oggly boogle woogle

Growing up in Chilliwack........1944

Back again to when I was about six years old.....(1944). We lived in the house on South Fletcher Street in Chilliwack...one block from dad's work..he was a forman Mechanic at Johnson Palmer Motors...same location as the Post Office is now .
Somehow I got a hold of an old gramophone...that is a record player ..a real old one...there was no speaker or records but I could wind it up and the machine would go...ok, that's cool.....I can not remember where I got it from....probably dad gave it to me as he knew it would make a great plaything....it had been someone's treasure at one time and supplied music in 1920 or so..but now it is a wind up motor in a cabinet and it was very heavy.....
Ok ......what can I do with this...well ,when I wind it ..the gears start to turn and this motor turns a little rod that the records are supposed to spin on....but wait a minute....those big gears are slow....and grindy.... if I took some caps out of my cap pistol......what would happen if I stuck em in there..
Well,.... to my delight the caps exploded and it was great fun fitting them between the gears and watching them "bang"...cool...
until one day when ...yipes I got my thumb stuck and the big gear pulled me into its grip..and it huuuuurrrtts.....OOwwww...ooggle boogy woogle.... mom ..ooow boogly woggle ...well that's what I said...apparently I thought that would dull the pain......Mommm.....ok she runs into the huge bathroom...that was also a playroom.....that was some weird house ......oh boy......oggly boogle woogley...she tried to pull it out..Owwww..nope....my thumb was stuck...the cabinet weighed about 20 lbs...so off we go ...out the front door into the street...and I am being lead by the stuck thumb and Mom carrying the thing up to the garage...it was a block...ooggly boogle woogle...all the way....I can remember so plainly...we got there pretty fast...I could keep up very well..If I didn't I would be in bigger trouble....well...we made it ..and my dad made short work of getting my thumb out with some prying tools...Oh, that felt good when it stopped...all the men at the garage thought it was pretty funny...and actually I guess it was.. and mom loved to tell that story to anyone who would listen..and she always made sure the ooglly boogle stuff was known...life's embarrassing moments..