Posted on 04/20/2012 12:46:56 PM PDT by US Navy Vet
...what was the most POSITIVE Nostalgic memory all of you have from your Childhood.
WOw holy smoke what an awesome story! Everyone forgets how Reagan was hated pre-1980s. My brother who is older than me was going to college at the time and had his car trashed because he had Reagan bumper stickers on it. Even my Boy Scout troop believe it or not, the BS leaders were trashing Reagan. It all comes from Nixon and they were all like “Not another Repub”...They all believed the media back then. To this day you will still find people who grew up in that era believing that Nixon was responsible for Vietnam. I tell my kids today, always follow truth do not follow party. Do a little research and they did especially my one kid Michael who could not believe the BS the Democrats get away with. That’s the whole problem with voters today, they do not take the time to look up facts.
The Saturday night family double feature at the Drive In. All of us kids in the back of the station wagon eating popcorn.
Going blueberry picking with Mom and my brothers and then stopping for ice cream on the way home.
Sleeping out in the summer on the lawn in a sleeping bag under the stars with one of my neighborhood buddies.
Playing guns in the barn.
When our cat Smokey had kittens EYERY YEAR.
Playiong baseball and basketball in the spring and summer. Football in the fall. Ice hockey and street hockey in the winter.
Coming home from church on Sunday and watching “The Big Show of the Week” movie at 12 noon. I still love watching those old Johnny Wiesmuller Tarzan movies.
I SAW GINGRICH DOWNTOWN IN BUFFALO NY TODAY (I GOT HIS AUTOGRAPH ON A LAWN SIGN)
HE IS *NOT* FOLDING HIS TENT
HE WAS FANTASTIC!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
HE IS REDOUBLING HIS EFFORT SINCE NOW THERE IS ONLY ROMNEY AND A REAL CONSERVATIVE TO VOTE FOR, NOT DIVIDE UP THE CONSERVATIVE VOTES 5 WAYS
Running home from school to be in time to watch Ultraman on Channel 20.
All these years later, I still love me some Ultraman!
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=y6NN91yno3g
Can I get a witness!!!
Or shoot them with Wrist Rockets. Lots of fun. And dangerous.
having the run of the city, with no parental supervision at age 10.. We 3 buddies would wake up at 5:00 am, get our fishing gear together and head down to the river and go fishing.
Summers doing just exactly what I wanted to do, each and every day. if that meant day-dreaming all day, then that was my day.. if it meant blowing up my army men in the backyward sanbox with firecrakers... well, that’s exactly what I did..
somehow I survived without the constant supervision of a parent, whether it be at the sandlot ballgames in a local field, or touch football we played in the street until 9:00 or 9:30 pm in the summer.
open screen doors all day and night in summer, not locked.
out the house in the morning, told to not come back until supper.
I came top of my class in Grade 4 and my Dad carried me all the way home on his shoulders - I felt 100 ft tall and yet he was only a short man.
Mel
YOU ARE SICK! Funny but SICK!
I was lucky..
I remember growing up on the farm in a ‘small’ town, with my adopted parents.
Martha and Jonathan K.
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Exactly. I love and shoot guns, talk guns, MMA, military stuff with all my dude friends. have my black belt in karate and in my mid forties still spar with young guys in their twenties and kick serious ass. I have lots of dude friends I lift/workout with and am conservative to the core. Needless to say all the women here in my small town in California hate me. haha. Accept the ones that love God and we hang because I love God too and my man.
Leaving the house on a summer morning and knowing I had the whole day free to ride my bike, play ball, and hang out with my friends, all basically without adult supervision. Until the street lights came on.
My mom was not obsessed with pedophiles and “stranger danger” lurking behind every lamp post. And if I did get out of line I could be sure that some adult in the neighborhood would notice, would know who I was, and would call my parents.
It actually gave a kid a whole lot more freedom than we have in our so-called “liberated” age today.
Our one concession to modernity was that one of my friends had a little black-and-white TV set in his bedroom, and we would often all go over there to watch Star Trek when it came on at five o’clock. Then it was dinner and back to the playground ballgames.
He died.
I flushed him.
(Sound of inconsolable sobbing...)
Riding around with Space Ghost and Blip on the Phantom Cruiser and making out with Jan back by the rocket engines. Hey.....you have your memories.....I have mine.
Hanging upside down on my swing set -
loved seeing everything in that different perspective...
It was a perfect place for kids. Bound on two sides by marshes, on a third by a highway, and on the fourth by the Charlestowne Landing park. Speed limit was 15 mpg. There was a small strip mall with a 7/11 and drug store. There was a Tastee Freeze and Village Inn Pizza Parlor. JM Fields was across the street. Gas was about $.29 per gallon. A small Icee was $.10; so was a candy bar; a small plastic model went for about a dollar.
There was a “wilderness” for exploring with trails all through it. It ran right behind our church. There was a radio station with a dump behind it. I still have an interesting Civil Defense (Julie Garland) record I got from that dump. The pool was just across the stream from my back yard. I had my golden retriever, Ginger, my best friends Matt, Johnny, Mickey, Charlie, Ronnie, Jeff, etc. We built forts, played soldier with very un-PC toy guns and played with GI Joes - the big ones. Dad bought a boat. We used it for fishing and went water skiing. My dad knew Charleston harbor and the inland waterway like the back of his hand from his childhood and could find great places to water ski, fish and even showed us an old forgotten Civil War gun emplacement hidden in the marsh. My mother's immediate family lived in Charleston as did my cousins and some of my dad's best friends, like Uncle Austin.
Went to Cub Scouts at our Presbyterian Church (looooong before it became PC). Participated in the South Carolina Tri-Centenial. Attended Orange Grove Elementary School; I still remember some of my teachers like Mrs Parker and Mrs Bircher.
Further afield, there was The Battery (White Point Gardens), Ft. Moultrie and Sullivan's Island, Ft. Sumter, The old Customs House, Middleton Gardens, tons of old plantations, and Folly Beach. Sometimes we'd go to Shakey’s Pizza (as the sign on the buzzard said - “Some people don't like Shakey’s Pizza.”).
My wife sometimes wonders about me. She just doesn't understand the place that made me.
When I die, if God forgives my sins, I'll be able to bring my wife to Northbridge Terrace and Charleston, SC - in 1965-1971.
I was laughing though as when I was young I was a dancer, gymnast, cheerleader girly girl. So you and I could not be anymore different in our youth. I just couldn’t hang with the clique mentality the girls had. Still can’t. I think this mentality has helped us to stay away from the Dems and the libs that con women and they follow en masse. :-D.
July 4, 1976. Everything was Red, White and Blue.
I was young enough to believe we were a free people and that our press couldn’t lie to us as we would call them out on it. Regardless of reality, it was a time of American pride, even though Vietnam was there, the economy was there, Nixon was there, and the news just seemed bleak, we were still a very proud nation. The fireworks that year were better than ever. The food, BBQs, parties, school events, everything was all about that celebration.
Getting to use my dad’s socket set and tools to fix a lawnmower engine. I found a slightly burned valve, got one out of another engine we had, lapped it and got the engine running in one day. I loved mechanics so much, I made it a career. Still love to fix things and it saves so much money rather than calling someone to do the work for us.
God and we hang because I love God too and my man.
Perfect combo for happiness!
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