Recently, Sandie of Where are the Dixons wrote about her Aunt Happy (isn't that a delightful name?) that, "Not only does she remember her more distant past, but she remembers her yesterday and her morning. " That got me thinking about memory and memories. As I started babbling, Suzy joined in, and began remembering also. Do you remember these things too?
Mucilage and library paste when you were a kid.
Scripto ink in a bottle with a well at the top for filling your ink pens. And the little metal lever on the side of the pen that squeezed the tube then released it to suck in the ink
The dark spot on your shirt pocket when the pen leaked.
Bubble lights on Christmas trees.
(If you went to Catholic school) Sister Superior tapping with her ring on the second floor window -- and the entire playground came to a screeching but silent halt.
Valencia oranges that actually had seeds. And navel oranges were a novelty.
Grapefruit that were so tart you had to heap sugar on them to eat them.
When frozen foods were just coming on the market. You could buy peas, orange juiice, strawberries, then not much later, TV dinners.
Margarine that came uncolored, but with a little capsule of coloring that your Mom mashed into it with a fork. That was because the butter industry was afraid of competition.
Nabisco Shredded Wheat, the large biscuits packed in layers inside a box with Niagara Falls on the front.
Adding machines and manual typewriters. Slide rules.
Metal skates with skatekeys. You tied a loop of string to the skatekey and wore it around your neck.
Peechee folders, decorated with pictures of sports figures, but most importantly by your own doodling during class. Blue Books for final exams; you wrote your essay answers and tried to peek at your neighbor's answers.
Writing by hand! Penmanship classes. Multiplication tables. Long division. Diagramming sentences.
War Bonds. Three-cent postage stamps. The March of Dimes, when you brought your dimes and marched around the classroom, one dime at a time, until the richest kid in class was the only one still marching, around and around at least two times after everyone else sat down; you were always embarrassed if you had to sit down after only two rounds.
Bendix brakes on bikes; you pedaled backwards to stop.
Saddle shoes. Pedal pushers.
Saturday matinees: two features, a cartoon, and a newsreel. And a five-cent candy bar.
If you remember all those things, you are as old as I am.
That's all for today in ... Our Life on Wheels. But before we leave, I want to thank you all for the wonderful positive response to out last post, "The Times, They are a Changin'." So many people responded that they too are feeling some conflict between trying to be faithful to blogging and trying to live life full-time. Some folks can do it and do it well. Right now we can't, but we'll be here now and then, and we'll be pleased if you still ride with us!