Those Poor Little Naugas

How many Naugas had to Die to make that Naugahyde Couch?

My grandparents had a naugahyde couch, a large one with a brown and green flower design.

I never quite understood the appeal of naugahyde.

In the winter, it was cold to the touch.

In the summer, it was so hot your skin stuck to it. Each time you got up to manually change the tv station (oh, the horror – life before remote controls!), you would hear a loud ripping sound – that was your skin pulling away from the couch. Think of a giant band-aid, one the size of the back of your legs from your rear to your kneecaps and then ripping it off each time you stood up. Got the mental image?

Well, in addition to the naugahyde couch, my grandparents had one enormous window unit air conditioner that was supposed to cool the entire house. It was in the living room, directly in front of the couch.

So, you sit there, sweating, sticking like glue to the naugahyde couch until the air conditioner kicked on, and then, you were thrown backwards into the couch, the sweat freezing mid-drip on your skin, until the air conditioner kicked off. All would be quiet because no one could talk over the sound of the air conditioner.

Then, the sweat would thaw and conversation would resume.

You either learned to ride it out and toughen up so you didn’t cry each time you stood up, or you got smart and sat on the floor.

Those poor little naugahydes, sacrificed to makes all those couches… but sweet revenge was theirs each summer!


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The young man or woman writing today has forgotten the problems of the human heart in conflict with itself which alone can make good writing because only that is worth writing about, worth the agony and the sweat. ------ William Faulkner, Nobel Prize Speech, Stockholm, 1950
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3 Responses to Those Poor Little Naugas

  1. Roger says:

    You should try Draylon. I still have the scars.

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