Posted on 01/10/2017 10:12:55 AM PST by Sean_Anthony
Remembering your childhood
The first snow of 2017 finally arrived; a couple of inches covered the ground early before sunrise, turning our world into a powdery-white winter wonderland. The woods were unusually quiet and the animals disappeared with the exception of the resident fox. She ran from the back bushes and left a trail of swirling dry snow disturbed by her bushy tail. My two squirrels were nowhere to be seen.
When I was a child, I remember when it snowed up to my chest level... of course I was only about 3 feet tall then!!!!!
My earliest memory was coming in the house from playing outside in the snow. I had red rubber boots on. When I came in, everyone was in the basement so I started to go down the steps. I slipped on my wet snowy boots. All I remember is tumble, red, tumble, red, tumble, red.
That was a nice story.
The part about wiping their butts with speeches of a commie tyrant really gave me a warm feeling.
Stephen Covey wrote about our change from an agricultural outlook on life to a technological outlook on life and how that change has affected us.
This writer shows us some of these changes.
You couldn’t eat the bacon unless you watched the hog being slaughtered. Not a pretty sight and some might think it to be cruel to make a child watch this.
It’s not fun, but it gives the person an appreciation for life. The majority of homocides take place in cities where young men are not taught the importance of life.
I spent my summers on my Aunt and Uncle’s dry land wheat farm. We actually had Saturday Bath Night where the water was warmed on a stove and you bathed in a tub that you also carried vegetables in. And that was luxury compared to “The Place Up North”.
It is no fun to use an outhouse in the winter, but there were plenty of good lessons I learned on that farm.
We’ve got about 4 inches you can have.
The first snowstorm I ever experienced was in April, 1958 at Lake Gregory in San Bernardino County, Calif.
In 1965 Detroit we had a big snowfall. a DSR (Detroit Street and Railway) bus came down 3 streets to our corner looking for passage and he got stuck. He was there for hours until my father came home from work. He had the driver spin his rear tires and four of us pushed the rear of the bus sideways because the spinning tires created a minimal friction. That was a big bus we dislodged from being stuck and I was impressed with my dad’s genius. He was a Detective Sergeant.
In the 1950’s, we used an outhouse & wiped on pages from
the Sears & Roebuck catalog. Daddy always built us a good
toilet. He dug the pit, threw in a bit of powdered lime,
built a wooden seat over the hole, concreted the floor,
built the little “house” structure, painted it with a sort
of brick red paint with creosote. You got in and out in a
timely manner winter or summer. - We drank well water out of
a bucket with a dipper off a side table in the kitchen.
Took a bird bath out of a metal pan every day; once a week,
we took a bath in a fairly large metal tub. We were clean
enough.
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