hensylee
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SJJ said:
Beats me why they can't just say 'undershirt' instead of wife beater - and scarf for do-rag! My grammar teacher would just be appalled. But she's dead and times have changed - sigh.
Old enough to remember this?
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Beats me why they can't just say 'undershirt' instead of wife beater - and scarf for do-rag! My grammar teacher would just be appalled. But she's dead and times have changed - sigh.
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Raverlaw
Well, even though I'm only 49 (and only look 29 according to Sue
)
I remember most of those things. We didn't have air conditioning, and only had one car for a long time. TV was B&W, and we never even turned it on during the daytime.
Milk and bread were delivered daily; the ice cream truck came on summer afternoons. I remember how excited my Mom was when she got her first dishwasher. The doctor came to our house when we were sick, and our phones were party lines on which you could hear all kinds of interesting things if you were a nosy kid.
Back in the day, huh?
)I remember most of those things. We didn't have air conditioning, and only had one car for a long time. TV was B&W, and we never even turned it on during the daytime.
Milk and bread were delivered daily; the ice cream truck came on summer afternoons. I remember how excited my Mom was when she got her first dishwasher. The doctor came to our house when we were sick, and our phones were party lines on which you could hear all kinds of interesting things if you were a nosy kid.
Back in the day, huh?
Johnny Stephens
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45 here.
When I was about 9 or 10, my dad took us to a Lakers game at the Fabulous Forum. We actually *dressed up* for it.
On my first jet airplane ride - we dressed up for it (the airplane part). I remember the trip and the formality of it, but I don't remember where we went.
In my childhood neighborhood (SOCAL), we had the summer ice cream trucks, milk delivered in bottles every morning, and *bakery trucks* in the late afternoon. They would pull into the neighborhood and sell doughnuts and bread.
I used to call home from a phone booth after basketball practice to signal my mom to come pick me up. I'd hang up after one ring so I'd get my *dime* back.
On the other hand,.....
One year for Christmas, I got a WOODBURNING KIT
One year for Christmas, I got a CHEMISTRY SET
One year for Christmas, I got a 300-watt soldering gun..
My brother got "Creepy Crawlers" one year, which had a little 50,000 degree oven to cook up the plastic bugs.
I used to tow my brother's stroller around the backyard with my bike (which had training wheels) and a big ol' tow chain.
I used to sit in the idling car while my mom ran into the store. This car probably didn't even have seat belts (I remember her using the "straight arm" whenever she had to slam on the brakes).
My mom and dad were always telling us "we didn't have it so easy when we were your age. We didn't have all these fancy things."
What goes around, comes around.
When I was about 9 or 10, my dad took us to a Lakers game at the Fabulous Forum. We actually *dressed up* for it.
On my first jet airplane ride - we dressed up for it (the airplane part). I remember the trip and the formality of it, but I don't remember where we went.
In my childhood neighborhood (SOCAL), we had the summer ice cream trucks, milk delivered in bottles every morning, and *bakery trucks* in the late afternoon. They would pull into the neighborhood and sell doughnuts and bread.
I used to call home from a phone booth after basketball practice to signal my mom to come pick me up. I'd hang up after one ring so I'd get my *dime* back.
On the other hand,.....
One year for Christmas, I got a WOODBURNING KIT
One year for Christmas, I got a CHEMISTRY SET
One year for Christmas, I got a 300-watt soldering gun..
My brother got "Creepy Crawlers" one year, which had a little 50,000 degree oven to cook up the plastic bugs.
I used to tow my brother's stroller around the backyard with my bike (which had training wheels) and a big ol' tow chain.
I used to sit in the idling car while my mom ran into the store. This car probably didn't even have seat belts (I remember her using the "straight arm" whenever she had to slam on the brakes).
My mom and dad were always telling us "we didn't have it so easy when we were your age. We didn't have all these fancy things."
What goes around, comes around.
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Birky
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Remember a lot of things you all were talking about. We didn't have TV until I was in 10 or 11. I was born in 1947. After school I would watch American Bandstand. Loved that show. Didn't have air conditioning either. We were a one car family- my Mom would ride her bike to the store every morning to get my Dad fresh donuts. They would have a running bill for the month and then my Dad would go pay it. No supermarkets but a lot of Mom and Pop stores. Homeade sausage etc. Once every 2 weeks when my Dad got paid, he was a draftsman at Westclox, we would go out to lunch and then shopping. Didn't get many store bought clothes since we were so tall and skinny. Mom made most of them. Nice too. Didn't want her working. She really didn't have to but she would have liked to have her own money. She finally started driving when I was about 11 or so but didn't have a car of her own. We played a lot of street softball, jacks, jump rope etc. Boy times have changed, Playstations, computers, cellphones etc. I think we survived and so did my kids with a lot less than kids have or expect now. My Dad could afford to do things differently but was taught to save and save which he did. I think we all can remember some really great things from the Dark Ages.
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Remember a lot of things you all were talking about. We didn't have TV until I was in 10 or 11. I was born in 1947. After school I would watch American Bandstand. Loved that show. Didn't have air conditioning either. We were a one car family- my Mom would ride her bike to the store every morning to get my Dad fresh donuts. They would have a running bill for the month and then my Dad would go pay it. No supermarkets but a lot of Mom and Pop stores. Homeade sausage etc. Once every 2 weeks when my Dad got paid, he was a draftsman at Westclox, we would go out to lunch and then shopping. Didn't get many store bought clothes since we were so tall and skinny. Mom made most of them. Nice too. Didn't want her working. She really didn't have to but she would have liked to have her own money. She finally started driving when I was about 11 or so but didn't have a car of her own. We played a lot of street softball, jacks, jump rope etc. Boy times have changed, Playstations, computers, cellphones etc. I think we survived and so did my kids with a lot less than kids have or expect now. My Dad could afford to do things differently but was taught to save and save which he did. I think we all can remember some really great things from the Dark Ages.
G
Guest
Oh my goodness yes, Johnny....Creepy Crawlers!!! I remember my big brother getting that for Christmas when I was little....Boy did it SMELL when you heated up the plastic stuff to pour in the molds to make the little bugs! LOL
Birky- My mom made all of my clothes too! I didn't own a pair of store bought blue jeans until I was in 7th grade!
I remember my big brother getting that for Christmas when I was little....Boy did it SMELL when you heated up the plastic stuff to pour in the molds to make the little bugs! LOL Birky- My mom made all of my clothes too! I didn't own a pair of store bought blue jeans until I was in 7th grade!
R
Raverlaw
Johnny,
I grew up in SoCal, too, so I bet you're talking about the yellow Helms Bakery trucks, right? They had the BEST chocolate donuts...
Creepy Crawlers! We found all kinds of things to melt in that little gizmo. And we used my chemistry set to try to make things explode
I grew up in SoCal, too, so I bet you're talking about the yellow Helms Bakery trucks, right? They had the BEST chocolate donuts...
Creepy Crawlers! We found all kinds of things to melt in that little gizmo. And we used my chemistry set to try to make things explode
Glenda
Well-known member
How did we ever survive?
How did we ever survive?
I also remember too well some of these things. I was born in 1943. A friend of mine sent me this several months ago and I think it applies to what we are talking about on this thread.
In the U.S., there have been huge changes in the past 20-40 years in terms of what is considered acceptable ways to raise children.
My Mom used to cut chicken, chop eggs and spread mayo on the same cutting board with the same knife and no bleach, or antibacterial soap, but we didn't seem to get food poisoning.
My Mom used to defrost hamburger on the counter AND I used to eat it raw sometimes too, but I can't remember getting E-coli.
Almost all of us would have rather gone swimming in the lake instead of a pristine pool (talk about borning,) the term cell phone would have conjured up a phone in a jail cell, and a pager was the school PA system.
We all took gym, no PE...and risked permanent injury with a pair of high top Ked's (only worn in gym) instead of having cross-training athletic shoes with air cushion soles and built in light reflectors. Can't recall any injuries but they must have happened because they tell us how much safer we are now.
Flunking gym was not an option...even for stupid kids! I guess PE must be much harder than gym.
Every year, someone taught the whole school a lesson by running in the halls with leather soles on linoleum tile and hitting the wet spot.
How much better off would we be today if we only knew we could have sued the school system. Speaking of school, we all said prayers and the pledge and staying in detention after school caught all sorts of negative attention. We must have had horribly damaged psyches.
I can't understand it. Schools didn't offer 14 year olds an abortion or condoms (we wouldn't have known what either was anyway) but they did give us a couple of baby aspirin and cough sysrup if we started getting the sniffles. What an archaic health system we had then.
Remember school nurses? Ours wore a hat and everything.
I thought that I was supposed to accomplish something before I was allowed to be proud of myself. I just can't recall how bored we were without computers, PlayStation, Nintendo, X-box or 270 digital cable stations.
I must be repressing that memory as I try to rationalize through the denial of the dangers that could have befallen us as we trekked off each day about a mile down the road to some guy's vacant 20, built forts out of branches and pieces of plywood, make trails, and fought over who got to be the Lone Ranger. What was that property owner thinking, letting us play on that lot. He should have been locked up for not putting a fence around the property, complete with a self-closing gate and an infrared intruder alarm.
Oh yeah ....and where was the Benadryl and sterilization kit when I got that bee sting? I could have been killded!
We played king of the hill on piles of gravel left on vacant construction sites, and when we got hurt, Mom puled out the 48 cent bottle of mercurochrome and then we got our butt spanked. Now it's a trip to the emergency room, followed by a 10-day dose of $49 bottle of antibiotics and then Mom calls the attorney to sue the contractor for leaving a horribly vicious pile of gravel where it was such a threat.
We didn't act up at the neighbor's house either because if we did, we got out butt spanked (physical abuse) here too...and then we got out butt spanked again when we got home.
Kids choked down the dust from the gravel driveway while playing with Tonka trucks ( remember why Tonka trucks were made tough...it wasn't so that they could take the rough Berber in the famly room,) and Dad drove a car with leaded gas.
Our music had to be left inside when we went out to play and I am sure that I nearly exhausted my imagination a couple of times when we went on two week vacations. I should probably sue the folks now for the danger they put us in when we all slept in campgrounds in the family tent.
Summers were spent behind the push lawnmover and I didn't even know that mowers came with motors until I was 13 and we got one without an automatic blade-stop or auto-drive.
How sick were my parents? Of course my parents weren't the only psychos.
To top it off, not a single person I knew had ever been told that they were from a dysfunctional family. How could we possibly have known that we needed to get into group therapy and anger management classes?
We were obviously so duped by so many societal ills, that we didn't even notice that the entire country wasn't taking Prozac!
How did we EVER survive?
How did we ever survive?
I also remember too well some of these things. I was born in 1943. A friend of mine sent me this several months ago and I think it applies to what we are talking about on this thread.
In the U.S., there have been huge changes in the past 20-40 years in terms of what is considered acceptable ways to raise children.
My Mom used to cut chicken, chop eggs and spread mayo on the same cutting board with the same knife and no bleach, or antibacterial soap, but we didn't seem to get food poisoning.
My Mom used to defrost hamburger on the counter AND I used to eat it raw sometimes too, but I can't remember getting E-coli.
Almost all of us would have rather gone swimming in the lake instead of a pristine pool (talk about borning,) the term cell phone would have conjured up a phone in a jail cell, and a pager was the school PA system.
We all took gym, no PE...and risked permanent injury with a pair of high top Ked's (only worn in gym) instead of having cross-training athletic shoes with air cushion soles and built in light reflectors. Can't recall any injuries but they must have happened because they tell us how much safer we are now.
Flunking gym was not an option...even for stupid kids! I guess PE must be much harder than gym.
Every year, someone taught the whole school a lesson by running in the halls with leather soles on linoleum tile and hitting the wet spot.
How much better off would we be today if we only knew we could have sued the school system. Speaking of school, we all said prayers and the pledge and staying in detention after school caught all sorts of negative attention. We must have had horribly damaged psyches.
I can't understand it. Schools didn't offer 14 year olds an abortion or condoms (we wouldn't have known what either was anyway) but they did give us a couple of baby aspirin and cough sysrup if we started getting the sniffles. What an archaic health system we had then.
Remember school nurses? Ours wore a hat and everything.
I thought that I was supposed to accomplish something before I was allowed to be proud of myself. I just can't recall how bored we were without computers, PlayStation, Nintendo, X-box or 270 digital cable stations.
I must be repressing that memory as I try to rationalize through the denial of the dangers that could have befallen us as we trekked off each day about a mile down the road to some guy's vacant 20, built forts out of branches and pieces of plywood, make trails, and fought over who got to be the Lone Ranger. What was that property owner thinking, letting us play on that lot. He should have been locked up for not putting a fence around the property, complete with a self-closing gate and an infrared intruder alarm.
Oh yeah ....and where was the Benadryl and sterilization kit when I got that bee sting? I could have been killded!
We played king of the hill on piles of gravel left on vacant construction sites, and when we got hurt, Mom puled out the 48 cent bottle of mercurochrome and then we got our butt spanked. Now it's a trip to the emergency room, followed by a 10-day dose of $49 bottle of antibiotics and then Mom calls the attorney to sue the contractor for leaving a horribly vicious pile of gravel where it was such a threat.
We didn't act up at the neighbor's house either because if we did, we got out butt spanked (physical abuse) here too...and then we got out butt spanked again when we got home.
Kids choked down the dust from the gravel driveway while playing with Tonka trucks ( remember why Tonka trucks were made tough...it wasn't so that they could take the rough Berber in the famly room,) and Dad drove a car with leaded gas.
Our music had to be left inside when we went out to play and I am sure that I nearly exhausted my imagination a couple of times when we went on two week vacations. I should probably sue the folks now for the danger they put us in when we all slept in campgrounds in the family tent.
Summers were spent behind the push lawnmover and I didn't even know that mowers came with motors until I was 13 and we got one without an automatic blade-stop or auto-drive.
How sick were my parents? Of course my parents weren't the only psychos.
To top it off, not a single person I knew had ever been told that they were from a dysfunctional family. How could we possibly have known that we needed to get into group therapy and anger management classes?
We were obviously so duped by so many societal ills, that we didn't even notice that the entire country wasn't taking Prozac!
How did we EVER survive?
Johnny Stephens
Well-known member
Raverlaw said:Johnny,
I grew up in SoCal, too, so I bet you're talking about the yellow Helms Bakery trucks, right? They had the BEST chocolate donuts...
Creepy Crawlers! We found all kinds of things to melt in that little gizmo. And we used my chemistry set to try to make things explode
Bill, you got it, Helms Bakery! It was a big, UPS-type panel van--the driver would go to the back and pull out these big, wooden drawers that had the donuts on them. That was REALLY a treat when we got to have one of those!
I knocked the alcohol lamp from my chemistry set off of the workbench while it was burning. Almost burned the house down!
L
Les
I'm sitting here reading all these memories and out of the blue, I remember absolutely LOVING the way Play-Doh smelled...
Ross
Well-known member
......and the SALTY strange taste.Les said:
Johnny Stephens
Well-known member
Ross said:......and the SALTY strange taste.
That's because it's mostly salt. Salt, Flour, water, oil, and various food coloring. My Cub Scout troop went to the factory in Ontario, CA when I was a scout.
Cub Scouts...another whole set of memories there!
M
Mary
Chemistry set
Chemistry set
Johnny,
I got a chemistry set too, and I loved to mix those chemicals! I remember there was some experiment I was trying, and I was suppose to do something using a "cotton wick". Well, I was dumb, and thought a "cotton wick" might be a "cotton ball". I placed the cotton ball on top of the lit burner, and what a fire I had!
Great thing about it, my folks didn't say anything or get too excited. Now THOSE WERE THE DAYS!
Mary
Chemistry set
Johnny,
I got a chemistry set too, and I loved to mix those chemicals! I remember there was some experiment I was trying, and I was suppose to do something using a "cotton wick". Well, I was dumb, and thought a "cotton wick" might be a "cotton ball". I placed the cotton ball on top of the lit burner, and what a fire I had!
Great thing about it, my folks didn't say anything or get too excited. Now THOSE WERE THE DAYS!
Mary
(51) A few more:
- Milk still warm from the cow down the street in Southampton, MA. My father used to skim most of the cream off as treats, and left the whey to us. Yuck. Tapped and boiled our own Maple Syrup there, too.
- Trolley tracks in the center of town (Boonton, NJ).
- Hula hoops. Gyroscopes.
- Playing Army. Flipping baseball cards at a wall with other kids at school (you kept any you landed on top of).
- Playground swings with chains and metal seats. Metal jungle gyms on tar-paved playgrounds.
- Swimming in the lake, and looking underwater with your eyes open at the fish hovering right next to you. Occasionally, a leech (bloodsucker) on your leg.
- Radio Wagons. Bikes (single-speed US with backpedal brake and wide tires, or la-te-dah, 3-speed English with hand brakes and skinny tires).
- Kill football. Kill basketball. Keds. Cons. PF Flyers.
- Aqua-colored kitchens. Kitchen tables with chrome sides, and chromed, metal-legged chairs. Cars with fins.
- Pump air guns (if you stuck the barrel in the dirt, the air would blow it out like a short-range shotgun).
- Then the peacock came, but your TV was still B&W: Walt Disney's Wonderful World of (imaginary) Color. Saturday morning cartoons.
- Later, whiffle balls, and everything made from plastic. Avocado Kitchens.
Sommmeboddy Stop meee...!
- Milk still warm from the cow down the street in Southampton, MA. My father used to skim most of the cream off as treats, and left the whey to us. Yuck. Tapped and boiled our own Maple Syrup there, too.
- Trolley tracks in the center of town (Boonton, NJ).
- Hula hoops. Gyroscopes.
- Playing Army. Flipping baseball cards at a wall with other kids at school (you kept any you landed on top of).
- Playground swings with chains and metal seats. Metal jungle gyms on tar-paved playgrounds.
- Swimming in the lake, and looking underwater with your eyes open at the fish hovering right next to you. Occasionally, a leech (bloodsucker) on your leg.
- Radio Wagons. Bikes (single-speed US with backpedal brake and wide tires, or la-te-dah, 3-speed English with hand brakes and skinny tires).
- Kill football. Kill basketball. Keds. Cons. PF Flyers.
- Aqua-colored kitchens. Kitchen tables with chrome sides, and chromed, metal-legged chairs. Cars with fins.
- Pump air guns (if you stuck the barrel in the dirt, the air would blow it out like a short-range shotgun).
- Then the peacock came, but your TV was still B&W: Walt Disney's Wonderful World of (imaginary) Color. Saturday morning cartoons.
- Later, whiffle balls, and everything made from plastic. Avocado Kitchens.
Sommmeboddy Stop meee...!
My son got a little irritated when he found my post with his report in it. Yikes! Why can?t they just stay little and not question their parents actions?! lol I had to admit it IS his report, even tho it was written and saved on a computer I bought, while he was wearing clothes that I bought, and had a belly full of food that I bought, with words I spent half my life teaching him how to spell... not to mention he only has a life because I chose to give him one. lol I still had to admit... he does have a few rights! lol
So I?ll tell you a little about my childhood instead. Even tho I was born December 1960.... I was raised more like it was the 40s or 50s! lol My parents were on the verge of paranoid about owing anyone money. Every penny made went directly towards paying off our farm & machinery. So there was never ?extra? money. But Daddy made sure we had everything we needed.
We raised all our own meat and vegetables, Mom made all our clothes. Daddy and my brothers loved to hunt, and fishing trips were a favorite pass time. Once a week we?d go to town and Mom would sell eggs to the market in return for whatever she bought. The only sweets we had are the ones Mom made. We always had bees and plenty of honey... so one of our favorites was taffey. We always had plenty of cream ... so another was ice cream. And pies... I loved my Mama?s pies.... and helping make them... we always got the ?scrap? dough to put sugar and cinnamon on and bake. Yummy stuff! Our house always smelled of good food. Mom was always in the kitchen... always busy. And tho my Mom didn?t go visiting much... we always had visitors. Adults and kids... everyone loved to be at our house. I?ll never forget other kids saying they wished they could trade Moms.... I NEVER wanted to trade Moms... NEVER. The only salesman I remember coming by our house was the Fuller Brush man. I think he walked!
I?m three and a half years younger than my next sibling. So I was home alone for a while before I had to go to school. I got to sit with my Mom on the tractor as we drove through the fields and my Dad threw hay off to the cows. I didn?t know it then... but that was my driving lessons for a few years later when I would get to drive the tractor while my five big brothers and Dad hauled in hay. Boy would they get mad when you ?popped the clutch? and bout threw them off the trailer!! I learned to drive REAL quick! And when the hay was all in, my Dad would always take us on a huge camping trip up in the mountains.
There was a ?box? in the canal just above our house. At that point you can make the water really still or add boards above the box to make it really swift. My brothers made a diving board on the box. I learned to swim after my brothers threw me in a few times. I hated the snakes! And there were always crawdads around the edges... so you had to swim up stream to the box to get out! They were so ornery!! Later my Dad built a huge pond on the back of the farm that was fed by a higher canal.... and we swam there. Our California relatives had a lot more money. They lived in San Diego with pools in their back yards and such... they?d come visit every summer and just sit on the edge of the pond... they?d swing out over the pond on the rope, but never get in. They couldn?t believe we swam with the snakes and crawdads and in such dirty water. lol What panty waists! That pond is still one of my favorite places to be. At dusk you can watch the deer and elk come down off Mesa Verde and graze in the fields as the sun is setting behind the pond... and see the lights of Cortez up on the hill. It?s so pretty. ...well, when you get past the fact that the deer are eating all the profits!
My brothers were marble wizards. They played marbles at school and won most of the time. Each of them had a gallon jar of marbles... when the jar got full, my Dad would make them give the marbles back to the kids they won them from. My sister and I were more into playing jacks... and pretty darn good too!
Yeah, we would have been considered poor as far as money goes... but we were (and still are) very rich in family. I wouldn?t trade my childhood for anything. My parents left us much more than just a farm...
When I was beside myself with grief after my Mama died... my oldest son said to me, ?Mom, Grandma will always live in your heart, she will always be a part of who you are?. I strive to be more like my Mom and Dad... but they?re a tough act to follow. What wonderful people.
lol I had to admit it IS his report, even tho it was written and saved on a computer I bought, while he was wearing clothes that I bought, and had a belly full of food that I bought, with words I spent half my life teaching him how to spell... not to mention he only has a life because I chose to give him one. lol I still had to admit... he does have a few rights! lol So I?ll tell you a little about my childhood instead. Even tho I was born December 1960.... I was raised more like it was the 40s or 50s! lol My parents were on the verge of paranoid about owing anyone money. Every penny made went directly towards paying off our farm & machinery. So there was never ?extra? money. But Daddy made sure we had everything we needed.
We raised all our own meat and vegetables, Mom made all our clothes. Daddy and my brothers loved to hunt, and fishing trips were a favorite pass time. Once a week we?d go to town and Mom would sell eggs to the market in return for whatever she bought. The only sweets we had are the ones Mom made. We always had bees and plenty of honey... so one of our favorites was taffey. We always had plenty of cream ... so another was ice cream. And pies... I loved my Mama?s pies.... and helping make them... we always got the ?scrap? dough to put sugar and cinnamon on and bake. Yummy stuff! Our house always smelled of good food. Mom was always in the kitchen... always busy. And tho my Mom didn?t go visiting much... we always had visitors. Adults and kids... everyone loved to be at our house. I?ll never forget other kids saying they wished they could trade Moms.... I NEVER wanted to trade Moms... NEVER. The only salesman I remember coming by our house was the Fuller Brush man. I think he walked!
I?m three and a half years younger than my next sibling. So I was home alone for a while before I had to go to school. I got to sit with my Mom on the tractor as we drove through the fields and my Dad threw hay off to the cows. I didn?t know it then... but that was my driving lessons for a few years later when I would get to drive the tractor while my five big brothers and Dad hauled in hay. Boy would they get mad when you ?popped the clutch? and bout threw them off the trailer!!
I learned to drive REAL quick! And when the hay was all in, my Dad would always take us on a huge camping trip up in the mountains.There was a ?box? in the canal just above our house. At that point you can make the water really still or add boards above the box to make it really swift. My brothers made a diving board on the box. I learned to swim after my brothers threw me in a few times. I hated the snakes! And there were always crawdads around the edges... so you had to swim up stream to the box to get out! They were so ornery!! Later my Dad built a huge pond on the back of the farm that was fed by a higher canal.... and we swam there. Our California relatives had a lot more money. They lived in San Diego with pools in their back yards and such... they?d come visit every summer and just sit on the edge of the pond... they?d swing out over the pond on the rope, but never get in. They couldn?t believe we swam with the snakes and crawdads and in such dirty water. lol What panty waists!
That pond is still one of my favorite places to be. At dusk you can watch the deer and elk come down off Mesa Verde and graze in the fields as the sun is setting behind the pond... and see the lights of Cortez up on the hill. It?s so pretty. ...well, when you get past the fact that the deer are eating all the profits! My brothers were marble wizards. They played marbles at school and won most of the time. Each of them had a gallon jar of marbles... when the jar got full, my Dad would make them give the marbles back to the kids they won them from. My sister and I were more into playing jacks... and pretty darn good too!
Yeah, we would have been considered poor as far as money goes... but we were (and still are) very rich in family. I wouldn?t trade my childhood for anything. My parents left us much more than just a farm...
When I was beside myself with grief after my Mama died... my oldest son said to me, ?Mom, Grandma will always live in your heart, she will always be a part of who you are?. I strive to be more like my Mom and Dad... but they?re a tough act to follow. What wonderful people.
R
Raverlaw
(Bill wipes his eyes...)
*sniff*
That was nice, Rain.
(with apologies to Cort )
*sniff*
That was nice, Rain.
(with apologies to Cort
)
Johnny Stephens
Well-known member
-Playing cards in the spokes of your bike - held with a clothespin until they got too floppy
-Duck and Cover (I barely remember this, I think they quit before I got too old
-Watching the moonwalks on our B&W TV (It was a Motorola)
-Gulf stations
-Duck and Cover (I barely remember this, I think they quit before I got too old
-Watching the moonwalks on our B&W TV (It was a Motorola)
-Gulf stations
hensylee
Well-known member
and fillin stations. They cleaned the windshield, filled your tires, checked under the hood - and told you if anything was wrong. And they could fix it, too.
