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This is pretty cool

we used My mother told me to pick the very best one, peach plum bubble gum

Born in ‘51. The pledge and the Lord’s Prayer every morning at school. Cub Scout meeting was across the street from the school, in the Piney Woods. Brownies met in the school cafeteria. We knew and loved the lunch ladies and they would give you extra mashed potatoes and gravy. In music class we sung the Marine Corps Hymn. We walked or rode bikes to school and left them in a rack without locks. We played outside until the streetlights came on, then headed home. A hobo would pass through town occasionally. He would be offered work but only stay a few weeks and move on. Mr Jones would load up his ancient mule pulled wagon and deliver loads of cow manure across town for mom’s yard. The mailman and milkman were friends of ours. Everyone had a charge account at the butcher. The icehouse had the coldest Black Diamonds you ever tasted. Mom rented a frozen food locker and we would share a pig with a neighbor or two and keep the meat there. We had no freezer back then, barely ice cubes. From an ice tray.

I could go on but I’m now imagining how many folks are saying ‘ice tray?’ What’s that?

Exactly! . . .kinda like tossing the bat and catching it one handed on the handle, then going hand over had to see who chooses first.

No,that is way cool!

Two of my favorites . . . an Avanti and 409 Chevy Impala

Right there with you.

Mom used to make us kids Koolaide favored ice cubes in the summer.

In the spring, Mom would cut off my cotton long underwear and make what today would be called boxer briefs out of them. I was mortified to have anyone see them when I would change at the pool.

I would hide one pair of the cotton long johns so that I could wear them to church to keep those damned wool pants from driving me nuts during the (endless) service.