SWEET MEMORIES

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SWEET MEMORIES...........

Ah, the Good Old Days!

Remember when an ice cream cone was ten cents or twelve cents for a double scoop?

Roller skate keys? The ice man, the coal man, the milk man?

Mustard plasters, wearing your sweater backwards?

Annette and the Mickey Mouse Club?

Ever watch black and white TV through a sheet of colored paper?

"Red Rover, Red Rover, Send ______ right over!"

The Three Stooges and the Popeye Club?

That '57 Chev? That '59 Metropolitan? The squirrel tail on your car radio antenna?

The crew cut, the ducktail hair cut, remember the one with the little curl that hung down in front?

Brylcream, Vitalis, Butch Hair Wax?

Milk in glass bottles? Softdrinks in glass bottles? The five cent coke?

The Lone Ranger?

Trying to pile 20 people into a little VW?

Remember the stroll, the hop, American Bandstand, Sixteen Candles?

The whole family going to church on Sunday?

Pop,pop, fizz, fizz, oh what a relief it is?

Gene Autry and Roy Rogers? Annie Oakley and Dale Evans?

Sleeply getting on the school bus before day light?

The family ALL around the supper table?

SWEET MEMORIES

God bless and God's best!

CRUISIN' THE NOSTALGIA HIGHWAY
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I started the first grade in 1954. Our school went from the first grade through grade 8. It was located in a very small town and was made up of students almost entirely from the country side. A lot of good memories were made at that school.

One, I remember well, was what an honor it was to get chosen to go outside and dust off the blackboard erasers. Now this may not sound like much to you, but this was a special event for us..and if you were chosen, it was a special honor.

We would take them out to the old coal house that was still standing from the years where the school used coal heaters. And we would use the walls of the coal house to beat off the chalk from the erasers. Now this was fun to us (didn't take much to amuse us in those days, I guess ), and we always made it last just as long as possible.

When we were in the seventh grade, we moved into the basement of the school. This was were the kitchen and lunchroom had once been. We were down there by ourselves. Now this was really something great. Our room was much larger than the others and we were kind of in a world of our own.Our teacher let us take some tables and with his help we brought in dirt, plants, water etc. and with sides on the table and waterproofing, we had a miniature world with water, plants, soil and tiny creatures such as tadpoles, salamanders , etc. Now this was something special that none of the other grades had.

School was kind of like a family in those days. Everyone knew everyone and parents had a big part in the activities. We shared the good times and the bad as a community. And I personally think we need the community schools once again. They were special.

I enjoyed school and I often think about how blessed we were to have teachers that really cared about their students and what we learned. And how blessed we were to have had the opportunity to attend a school were lasting friendships were made and the good times far, far outweighed the bad. Those were special days and they will never be forgotten. Those were truly Good Old Days.

Sweet memories.

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CRUISIN' THE NOSTALGIA HIGHWAY
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I had the blessing of spending my early years growing up on a farm. I still have many wonderful memories from those days. We didn't have a lot of money, but we were so rich in many ways. We always had clothes to wear, a roof over our heads, and plenty to eat. I can never remember having to go to bed hungry unless I just chose not to eat. And that didn't happen.

We had fresh milk straight from the cow, plenty of veg's from the garden and meant from the hogs. We had room to roam in and grew up with the farm animals all around us.

I loved the farm and most of the things that went with living on a farm. Of course, there were a few things I didn't care for. Picking cotton was one of them. I'd do anything to not have to pick cotton. I would much rather feed the cattle and horses and mules. And I must say, I never did pick much cotton. Now riding the wagon down into the field to gather up what had been picked for the day...not that was different. I loved that!

And I didn't care for having to draw the water for wash day. It seemed it took forever to fill up that old wringer washer.

I remember the old outhouse. Outdoor plumbing was the norm. We did have a two seater. Now that was class. Never did understand why it had two seats when just one occupied it at a time. Well, you did have your choice, right or left. I know one thing, you didn't tarry long on a cold windy day.

The house wasn't much, I guess, compared to today's standards, but it was enough. One thing is for sure, it was always filled with love. Mama kept it clean and Daddy always had plenty of wood cut when the cold days of winter rolled around.

It was a time when life moved a lot slower, it seems. Family and friends were closer, I think. Neighbors were fast to help each other out in time of need.

We learned to appreciate all we had and to take care of it. We didn't have the toys etc. that children have today and they really meant something to us.

Those years on the farm were great lessons in living. We learned to work together and to share in the bad and the good. We met life head on, no matter what. We learned early that the blessings and all the good things come from the Lord! We learned valuable lessons and they are still valid today. I thank God for the opportunity of having lived on a farm and I'll hold those memories in my heart. --Gene

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