I kept buying eating those things with hope I'd get my favorite..........
I don't recall that I ever did.
Posted on 03/03/2013 8:02:30 AM PST by Doc Savage
Waking up to the news these days can not only ruin your day, it can make you irritable, frustrated, and sad. That's when I like to spend a few moments remembering the things that made America such a great place to grow up when I was boy. Here are just a few golden memories:
1. How excited I was when I put on my new Cub Scout uniform for the very first time and my mom was so proud of me.
2. How my friends and I would spend the long hot summers fishing down at the North Side Park lagoon with bamboo poles, safety pins for hooks, and bread dough for bait. Caught some good sized Carp in those days!
3. The great feeling of putting on my Little League uniform, and fixing my socks just like the Big Leaguers, and getting ready to play the big game. The uniforms were wool and weighed about 100 pounds but I didn't care. I was walking two feet off the ground every time I took the field.
4. The excitement of opening my Christmas present and finding a Daisy BB gun. Wow! It was incredible.
5. The first time I was old enough to sit at my grandmother's Thanksgiving table with the grownups. I was so excited I could hardly eat!
6. My parents bought me an English Racer bike for Christmas and I put multi-colored streamers on the handle grips. Talk about flash!
7. First time my mother took me down to the Loop in Chicago on the streetcar and we went to see Santa Claus at Carson Pirie Scott. I want to tell you I was a little nervous and could only tell him what my younger brother wanted for Christmas. If you were never in a large department store at Christmas time you really missed something. It was beautiful!
8. Playing baseball every day in the summer at the Little League field. Everyone pretended they were a famous baseball player. I was always Ernie Banks. I used to dream about someday buying a Wilson A2000 glove. I used to rub neatsfoot oil into my old glove and go to bed each night pounding the pocket so I'd be able to make a great catch! I think I wore my knuckles out on that old glove.
9. I remember when they made me a crossing guard in 6th grade and I got leave class a few minutes early and get to my corner station wearing my white safety belt. Pretty neat.
10. I remember that late in August every year Dad would take us down to the Wheaton Sports Shop where all the gym teachers in town worked during the summer, and we'd get a new pair of gym shoes. I can't even describe how excited I was when Chuck Taylor introduced not only Low-Cuts, BUT WHITE!! I felt like a million dollars wearing them that first day in gym class.
Anyway, after spending a minutes down memory lane, I always feel better. Yet also a little sad. America has lost so much of it's wonderfulness. But I'm so glad I had a chance to experience it before it vanished.
Perhaps you'd like to reminisce with some of your favorite boyhood or girlhood memories. Have at it!
Doe’s anyone remember:
Butter churns or Hog scrappers?
Well, I was killed if that’s what you mean.
I got better.
I kept buying eating those things with hope I'd get my favorite..........
I don't recall that I ever did.
I was born in 1932.....About 5 years ago my eldest son remarked that I should write down “those stories” so that he could tell them to his kids. I am now on my 4th book, self published and have only got up to 1951 when I started my military career which ended in 1975. I can hardly wait until the series is finished, I really want to see how it ends. I have watched this country reach for the stars and now I am watching it stumble blindly down down a lonely dirt road... God Help us all.
Just one of the troops.
Thank you for the link.
Where are the inspirational lyrics and melody in music today? Even the 80’s and 90’s had lyrics and memorable melodies. All I hear on the radio are no-talent teenagers, talking and tapping: squawking and rapping. It’s garbage.
One side benefit - my children discovered classical music.
That’s wonderful!! I’d like to read them, too! (You are slightly younger than my Mom, and my Dad passed away 10 years ago, so it’s too late for him to write.)
On the FReeper Canteen you will hear all genres of music except rap-crap. In addition, you will be able to make requests to the DJs in the Canteen.
Of course, you will have to search for the thread every Friday night. It is usually posted as close to 8 PM Friday night as possible.
The knock on the 50's was that people then were too smug in their own little worlds, and didn't really care about things like bigotry and poverty, but that little quote, repeated as the farewell at the end of each Saturday morning broadcast of No School Today: "You go to your church and I'll go to mine and we'll all walk along together" has always stuck in my mind as an indicator of how people were aware of inequalities and intolerance, and were about setting them right through quiet, persistent, and respectful efforts rather than the bombast, demands and thuggism we see so often now. Your books will probably serve for those in the future to help relive a golden age this country will likely never see again......
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