Things sure have changed since I've been a kid. The bus driver going
quick over a tight turn was as exciting as it ever got. Not like this.
Posted on 04/20/2014 6:10:03 AM PDT by lbryce
Things sure have changed since I've been a kid. The bus driver going
quick over a tight turn was as exciting as it ever got. Not like this.
So, you don't believe that's Dolly Parton. (Well, looking at
her blouse who would blame you? That kid sure grew up fast.
It may look sublimely other-worldly but I promise you it ain't that
planet they just discovered described as "could possibly harbor water"
That is one scary hare. Freaky-looking, too. Heck, even I would cry, now, sitting next to that thing!
Our peach tree wouldn’t had enough switches for that stunt.
“YOU were one of THOSE kids! LOL!! What is it with kids (usually boys) and their fascination with toilets?!! My son was about 2 1/2 and dumped a Costco size baking soda into the toilet.. followed by a gallon of white vinegar. I was dusting and all I heard was him RUNNING. The toilet looked like a volcano... foam spewing everywhere! The only good thing is the toilet was unbelievably clean. LOL!”
Now that is brilliance! Your son and I need to compare notes. LOL
I was fascinated with all mechanical and electrical things. I vacuumed the toilet out twice and dumped water into a lit touché lamp as the bulb exploded and hit the ceiling. My crowning achievement was sticking a slinky into an electrical outlet and watching it burn up and turn to powder.
Don’t get me started on things with fire involved. LOL
My mom was a saint and thankfully I grew out of it all.
Well, most of it. I’m a plumber by trade and like to work on cars. I made it to 51 anyway. My older brother had a thing for hammers (dad was a carpenter) and Christmas decorations. We finally had to get a shorter tree and keep it about 4 feet off the floor. The 50’s to the mid 60’s were fun times at our house.
Then there was the time my brother had a raging fire going in the fireplace in the middle of July and..........
Well, anyway nobody went to the hospital.
The dogs teeth used to freak me out.
It was Keds for me.
It’s actually spelled Lagos.
“That’s my dog Tige, he lives in a shoe, I’m Buster Brown, look for me in there too.”
You weren't that far off. The creature in the window could pass for the HillaryBeast.
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Froggy the Gremlin and Andy Devine.
I can only imagine that your Mom had these thoughts... “One day, he’ll have kids of his own. I hope he has a dozen just like him!” When Mom was alive.. her kids would share the antics of her grandkids. She would HOWL! I mean to the point that one day.. she fell off the chair she was sitting on. But.. she would defend them. “Oh, he’s interested in science.. that is good. (Or after my daughter used a permanent marker on the wall) “She’s very artistic. That’s a good thing”. Funny... I don’t remember her being so forgiving and excusing when I was little. LOL!
Shouldn’t that be “Legos, Niagra Falls”?
Thanks for the memories. My brother and I grew up to be quite harmless but very industrious. (grin)
Mom has been gone two years this past April 1st. She had a great sense of humor and was a great person to have long talks with. I miss her very much.
Pop is 86. He built his first house in 1948 at the age of 20 after he got out of the Navy. He closed up his business 6 years ago. Plenty of houses were built in between. They are his legacy.
Not relevant to a Punnologist.
froogy the gremlin....and Barack Obama....?
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I remember the Buster Brown shoe store in Bimidgi, MN, circa 1955. They had a stand with an x-ray machine. You put your foot in the slot at the bottom and you could watch your foot bones wiggle in the screen on the top. They had a lot to learn about radiation at that point.
it took me well over a MINUTE to pick that up!!!
Oh, yes, we had those baby shoes, as well. My mother would also use the bells, but I think it was to entertain the baby, but maybe it was to warn the birds. :)
One of my sisters had her children’s first shoes bronzed. Another sister had a daughter’s ballet shoes bronzed. These children were born in the 1960s and 1970s. Not sure how the bronzing thing started, so now you have inspired me to try to find out.
That would be Bemidji, gusher.
Aha...we moved away when I was in first grade, no excuse, though.
I shouldn’t have been such a hardass.
Spent some time there myself. A sweetness to the air in that place, and of course the grand early stirrings of the Mississippi River at the edge of town.
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