Posted on 01/19/2015 4:18:04 PM PST by navysealdad
TO ALL THE KIDS WHO SURVIVED THE 1930s, '40s, '50s, '60s and '70s!!
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Look for two books by Jean Shepherd {writer and narrator} of Christmas Story. “In God we trust all others pay cash” & “Wanda Hickey’s night of golden memories and other disasters”. Those two have his best stories. I think Wanda Hickey has Ollie Hopnoodles haven of bliss. The Old Man {dad} Shepherd wrote about is a Lucky Strike smoking siting at the breakfast table in his Boxer tee shirt with scalding hot coffee & no one better talk too before his second cup dad. LOL Kinda rough language. But typical for the venue of where it was supposed to have taken place. The Polish wedding is priceless. LOL.
In the 1940s, we used to make our own explosives (salt peter, sulfur and charcoal ground up together). Got the formula from the family’s 11th edition of the Encyclopedia Britannica. A kid could buy potassium nitrate then at the local drugstore ... made firecrackers out of toilet-paper rolls wrapped with layers of glued string which made an impressive pop.
damn straight.
We rode in the bed of pickups, and had enough sense to sit down.
We climbed trees taller than the house, sat on the roof, and learned to make our own campfires for roasting weiners.
We played outside till Dark, and knew it was time to go home...
God I miss those days.
We used to play “car accident” by piling a few of us into a refrigerator or other large appliance box at the crest of a hill and then rocking back and forth til it started rolling down...
The powers of 3-11 year old physical resilience and regeneration are comic book like!
I have a pocket knife by CAMCO that says mumbly peg on it.
Now, I gather, a kid my age back then would not be able to walk up and buy gasoline.
My great grandmother Grace (actually the great Grandfathers 5th or 6th wife, the prior having died on him) was just about the twin of the old “granny” character on the porch at the river crossing in the “Outlaw Josey Wales”.
I got stung on the chest by a yellow jacket when I stopped to investigate (with rocks and sticks of course) a nest that had been dug up on the way down the hill to their place. On arrival the first thing she did was pull some snuff out of her mouth and pat it on that sting with the admonishment that it would “act like a poultice and suck the poison out”.
The sting did go away fairly quickly.
really?
A kid with a lawn mower or something would need to bring an adult to buy gas?
A coveted 1/5 of Jack Daniels! And we saw the cop a week later and asked him what happened to it and he gave us the grin/eye and said “What do YOU think!”
Heck, COSTCO will not let you pump gas into gas cans yourself, have to get an attendant to do it.
weird
Ping!
I sprayed a generous dose of ether starting fluid on a dead bat once and then, without matches to flick at it, bent over to ignite it with a lighter. I was amazed to see that it generated a small overpressure wave/dome right before it hit me in the face. Eyelashes and eyebrows and arm hair grew back pretty quick...
You got to go to the ER?
We were just told to "Rub some dirt in it. It'll be alright".
Ouch - Different rubber
Thanks nit, I read all through this yesterday and enjoyed it.
I hope it goes well for you two in the Lumumba/Castro/Valerie Jarrett Political Re-Education and Sensitivity Training Camp. For turning you in, I got off much easier. Six months in a petting zoo now being set up outside Ferguson, Missouri to show disadvantaged Utes white people in captivity.
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