A Blast In The Past - For Me

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  1. Janice Martin

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    Koolaid and milk? :eek::p

    The breakfast approach was different for us- for every meal, there were two options on the menu- 'take it' or 'leave it.' :p
     
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    I remember being brought up to be tougher than children today. If there was a race or any competition, and you lost, you got zero. But today, ever one gets something,win or lose. Because if not, their egos may be traumatized.
    I remember being force fed the sayings of thank you- your welcome- yes mam,no sir...today if you get any response at all, your lucky. Oh my, remember how we had to address other adults..Mrs,Mr., first names were not allowed to be used by children at all.
    I remember being able to ride in the back of a pick up truck, sometimes sleep, on our way to somewhere. Not today.
    In 8th grade, a fight broke out between me and another girl, this was a very - um big fight. Once police came and we all scattered, and I was home, there was mark on my neck from the fight. My mother of course was very upset with me. My father merely asked who hit first- reply she did. End of story for him. Not today...oh my..not enough time to re cap this one.
    I remember when i came home from school there were chores to be done,long before homework. Do they even have homework anymore? I remember if not done as told, if I did something wrong - which in my case was frequent, you got smacked with a belt ! Not today, you get grounded or time out.
    Remember this saying " well sir if he falls from there(or whatever the action was) he'll only do it once."Yeah , well today, we fight to protect them from everything. Can't allow a bump or bruise, or broken limb,for we might be accused of child abuse.
    The only words we were not allowed to use ..the grown up curse words! Today, we all are suppose to monitor our wording before spoken, or suffer a mulitilude of back lash everywhere.
    I am not agreeing ,condoning or disagreeing how most of us were brought up. But I am saying those of us raised in that era,turned out just fine thank you. :p
     
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    An egg is about the only thing I can say is good when it is coddled. Even then, it sits in very hot water for a while....jus sayin'.......
     
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    When I ask a young person, if we had a national or world wide calamity, would you be able to survive, and if so, how would they go about it? I get some very ignorant answers. It seems the show, The Walking Dead, is the format for most answers I get.

    I do love the idealism of our countries youth, but like @Gloria Mitchell, I'm afraid that same group of people are so coddled that they aren't going to be able to fight real physical hardships.
     
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    We had the same options minus the leave it. My dad had his own version of leave it so take it was always the better option.
    We had another custom in our home which was eating EVERYTHING that was placed in front of us. Then, if we wanted more we had to be careful not to take too much because taking seconds had the same rule as the initial helping.
    Even if we could afford one when they were introduced into our society, a garbage disposal was never considered a needful type of appliance.
     
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    The rules in our house, were much like @Bobby Cole's. We were given a plate filled by my father, and our only choices were eat it all, or if my father wasn't agitated, we had to sit there until we did, If he in a bad mood, out came rhe belt.

    As far as a garbage disposal goes, I never needed one. My large family was always sneaking into the leftovers. Everything else end up going to the hogs, so I never had a need for one.
     
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    There were just my brother and me plus parents. Just realized I don't remember having a disposal. The only thing I can really remember was hated dinner time if something being served I did not like. We had to try and eat it. I grew up hating veggies and being sick and tried of hearing about starving kids in BFE....so I tried not to force feed my kids and make dinner time more enjoyable. They were coached in at least trying a bite .
     
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    I was brought up with the concept 'Thou shalt not waste.' It's one of the few things I carried over from childhood into my own households. When I was a child, the approach at home and school cafeteria was we did not have to eat anything we truly disliked, but if you took an item and put it on your plate you were expected to eat it. In both locations, the approach was if you weren't sure if you liked something or didn't know how hungry you were, take just a little, and if you decided you wanted more you could get a second serving. Makes sense to me.

    Current location: individuals of all ages think it's perfectly acceptable to pile up their plates, take a bite or two, and pitch the rest in the garbage. Irritates me to no end.
     
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    Oh, another blast from the past- not long ago, I was sad to learn one of my high-school classmates recently passed away; I have a memory of when she and I were 13: One summer day, her much-older sister approached us and asked us to go to the store for her. She said to buy her a carton (quart) of milk and a pack of cigarettes, and that we could each get ourselves an ice cream. (she knew the store owner, so selling cigs to her sister wasn't an issue). A quart of milk, a pack of cigs, and two ice cream sandwiches- and there was change left over from the $1 bill !
     
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    My youngest years were spent in the Texas countryside. Like most young children, the concept of how money worked wasn't something that was in my thoughts. Money was just something that parents dealt with. Like most us though, I too was taught that wastefulness was not to be tolerated.

    Like many young children back it the 50's, I would wander around the countryside and up and down the old roads. Back then, people would throw empty soda pop and beer bottles out their car windows, and of course they landed in the ditches or along the roadside. Since bottle recycling was a big thing when I was a child, see who of the other kids could gather the most bottles was a game we played.

    It didn't take us long to understand that there was another benefit to be had. MONEY!! The local corner store would take our bottles, and we had found a way to get goodies that our parents had told us we didn't need and would even rot our teeth. It was also responsible for me learning how to add and subtract before I entered school. :)
     
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    Not only did we pick up bottles along the road but we'd dig through the town landfill and get the ones that people tossed out with the trash too. We often had to wash them though, because the store wouldn't take them if they were too dirty, this despite (or perhaps because of) the fact that my grandfather owned the store.
     
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    As I kid, I hated this, and still not fond of family reunions. My folks, me and brother traveled by car for miles to see people we really did not know- but were family. That was my mothers side of a family. Then here was dads...at least his were less frequent. Poor ole country folk really, and many not very educated. I did not like having my cheeks pinched or kissed by well meaning oldsters. What I did enjoy, were the mounds of endless home cooked meals, and countless pies and cakes. Back then, in my mothers grandmothers house- it was very small,and just one daughter of theirs (out of 10 kids) well she had 10 kids to. Can not remember how many her siblings had.Anyway we stayed outside a lot because the grown women prepared the tables, while the men sat, aimless, on the huge wooden porch, smoking and drinking iced tea-or whiskey.
    Even as a child, I realized that these kids were much poorer than we were. We barley floated by pay check to pay check, but we appeared richer - i think at least. Hide and seek, cops and robbers, army men , doctor and nurse,even some red rover games. This went on all day. At night, after the food cleared from all the card tables,out came the dominoes. They were real big on this, and could last until the wee hours of the morning.
    At times there was a bit of ole gospel singing going on. Ole great grand dad Harvey would occasionally turn on the tv to the Ed Sullivan show. You could barley see it for all the heads of kids. But one night , my great grand ma started squeaking" Harve ( that is what she called him)you turn that blame television off, the women on there - well they are showing their mossy! LOLOL. yeah right, like that would be a big deal today.
    All in all, I would have fun , and it did give me memories:p...
     
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    As most of you know by now, my step-parents were very, very strict with me. So strict, I couldn't wait to move out right after high school graduation. They were "loving" in their own way and I appreciated that, but.

    Yes, things have changed within the family structure today. But, just like my old high school days, some parents can afford, and will buy, their kids a new car or a tv for their bedroom. I paid $75 for a non-running 1956 Chevy Bel Air. It was in my senior year of high school and, since I had a part-time weekend job, I paid to have the car fixed. Now, my neighbor and classmate, he had a new 1968 Mustang his parents bought him. Of course they were much more well-off than my step-parents were. He went on to become a lawyer and later a judge.

    Even back in those old days of Lassie, Rin Tin Tin, Lone Ranger and so on, having money sure helped make life so much better.
     
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    The thread.. places where you use to live, brings this to mind, and an extension of my post on there:
    My grand mother lived on the top side of a mountain. Large 2 bedroom house with a breakfast nook,however the bathroom was not used,
    money I think . Anyways there was an outhouse-2 seats out back near the chicken pen. I painted it a bright pink the summer I stayed there.
    The summer of 1954 was filled with memories, I can never forget. I was six, but turned seven while there.
    The stairs to attic were in a closet in grand parents bedroom. I would run up those stairs in the heat of summer( well in Missouri they thought it was hot there) to look out the window that over looked the other side of the mountain. My grand dad worked for Nacoma Lights- made Christmas lights, and he had boxes of them. Lights glittered and bubbled...oh it was just so exciting to hook them up in summer. And the smell in the attic was of evergreen, spearmint, and just a mixture of awesome smells to me as a child.
    Once all sweaty , I would cool off by going to the basement - entrance in the kitchen. Deep dark, but so ever cool, with the walls under the stairs lined with with grandmas canned pickles, beans, potatoes, peaches , oh so many things she canned. The air in basement was cool, but musty with the smell of the coal pile over in a corner. There was a make shift shower, that I would get under and turn on the water for a more cooling effect.
    Then dry off and go to my room, and flop down on the feather bed, looking out the window to a slope of the mountain that laid outside.
    I have so many memories of that summer... if you Want to hear more of memories - such as Ma Daltons house,the swing, the birthday gone wrong, and stepping in the green stuff, my friend Russell, let me know. I enjoy remembering this grand time in 1954!
     
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    Enjoyed reading that and although my childhood was different your post bought back many special memories of my grandmother.

    I would definitely enjoy more of your memories @Gloria Mitchell.
     
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    Me too ! Loved the story :)
     
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    Because the grand parents lived on a mountain top slope the road was way below. The red barn was way down oneside of this road and was a bit of a walk...never knew why. The garage very small was also down from the mountain side. Was about 10 steps from there to the steps leading to house...which there were 22! Then another 5 or 6 to the front door.
    Why they lived on a farm on top of that mountain I never knew. However it is the reason they moved years later to..of all things...St Joe Arkansas!
    Grand dad still worked so that left me and mamawa(thats what we calked her )to go fishing and tend to the chickens gathering eggs, milking cows...well she did that. I could barley get a drip when I tried.
    Oh the horror I experienced how you got chicken for dinner. What a wonder I never became vegetarian. Watching her ring a chickens neck...well I felt traumatized...until dinner time at least.
    Ohhh and I have churned butter people!
    They had a big old wood burning stove to cook on also. Wonderful food cooked on that stove. She even made donuts!
    I grew up thinking the only way to get orange juice was by hand squeezing them or using the ole glass juicer dish with a knob in the middle.
    In the kitchen over the sink was a window that looked out over to another mountain and the dropped down road below. The Bentons lived on on the other montain side...more about them later on.
    On the left down side was the flour bin..remember those ? Breakfast nook was off to the right of counter top. There was a window up very high in that tiny little room . After fishing she would clean the fish...more trauma...and fry them up for lunch. Funny never gave a thought about the cleaning experience of it all as I chomped down a piece of fried catfish.
    The smells she created in that kitchen waff through my nose from time to time.
    Not sure why I am so deeply moved by my experiences there that summer, but so grateful that I had the opportunity. Farm life was so much more than city life for me even as a child.
    Making bread...making the bits of unlevelened bread for her church come Sunday morning.Eating 12 banny hen eggs....they were tiny little eggs, took many to fill you up.
    Awe...more later...time to empty the washer and dryer
     
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    So here I was summer of 1954 staying with the grandparents atop a mountain side. Before my parents left there that summer from their visit, my dad made a swing. Well actually it was a rope tied to the top of a tree that was positioned just so-so on the side of the mountain close to the front of where the kitchen was. There was a wood bar he had inserted to create a handle for swinging across from one side to the other. You put your hands on the bar,and take a running jump and off you would fly - like in the wind, out and over the road-deep below.It was so fun- but dangerous .
    Though I was only 6-going on 7, my two playmates, were Eugene in sixth grade and Russell, not sure how old he was but tall and skinny.
    One day, the three of us were playing with the swing. Russell decided, he would give a try. He ran, and jumped and went flying out further than Eugene or I could go. Then- plop, he hit the road down below. Not sure how far down the road was but far enough, we just knew he was dead.
    Eugene and I run down the mountain,and jumped over the concrete wall barrier to Russell. Flipped him over, and he came to. We were so scared, but glad he was alive and breathing. All I remember after that was Russell getting up, dusting his self off , saying he was going home.
    To this day, I never remember seeing him again, never used the swing again , never even knew what happened to the swing after that.

    On the other side of the road was another mountain top. This is where Eugene lived, with his folks and sister Margie, about 20 but had the mind of a 10 year old at best. She was also deaf, and mute, except for some groaning sounds she would make. Once or twice I played dolls with her, otherwise she kept to her self mostly. Eugene and I would go often play in the other old house close to theirs, it was on their property so all was well. It was 2 story, windows gone out. Inside was a huge loft, and that is where they let their chickens roost. On one side of this loft had a large window hole, like the ones you see barns. For some reason Eugene always had to hump over in the loft, like he could not stand straight up. Anyways, he would go up there, full of chickens and all- and jump out of that window. Would always scare me to death, and I had no desire to do that, but he sure enjoyed the drop.
    Now I never knew if this was truth or not, the old beat up house was suppose to have been one of many hide out places that was used by The Dalton Gang. I think perhaps when Eugene parents bought the house, that it was explained to them that the old house on their property was a past hide out for Ma Dalton and her gang.Regardless, I never forgot that and enjoyed telling people I had played the Dalton Gangs hide out.
     
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    I like reading about your memories @Gloria Mitchell. Is the next story about the, "birthday gone wrong"? Please, please say yes!!! :p :D
     
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    Well it can be ...I doubt you will find it overly exciting !
     
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    So back to my summer on the mountain...My days were filled with helping my grand parents, gather eggs, gathering milk cans for them to use, slop the hogs as they claimed back then. So the barn was down the road, a good piece from house. Along the way were black berries growing. A big handful of those were a tasty treat- um and messy.
    My grand ma had taken me to town to buy shoes, as I would need them for school , when I returned home. Oh the joy I felt, having two pair! Oxfords, black and white, and penny loafers- with a penny in them! Grand ma and I were out at the barn, I was inside gathering some eggs. Now right outside the door was a soaking wet, smell pool of cow manure that the hogs loved to woollier in, and it was deep. Oh horrid smell, and why it was right by the door of the barn is beyond me. Anyway, I heard her call me, so I went to the door and forgetting to walk on the boards laid out... I well, I fell up to me knees in cow manure! Up to my knees ! I was a mess, and had to walk back down the dirt road to the house- where someone might would see me. She followed me, trying not to laugh. I cried- I will never get to wear my new shoes! After climbing back up to the house, she made me stay outside while she went and filled to small tubs with water. Now seriously, a chance of anyone seeing all this was rather slim, but I was certain someone would. As she was washing me off, Mrs. Benton hollered from over the other mountain side. Geez, more tears , now she could see what grand mas was doing.Well,I cleaned up nicely. Pretty much let it go. A week or so later she and I were trying to take a nap, after one of our fishing trips. Grand ma, had her back to me, when suddenly she bursts out in a laughing mode, the kind with tears in your eyes. Mamawa , why are you laughing so hard? Oh I am laughing because Mrs. Benton messed up her hard wood floors she was cleaning. Huuum, I thought about that for a spilt second, raised up looked over saw her trying to stifle another laugh,as her face was beet red. Then it hit me, she had been giggling all week. No your not , your laughing at me for stepping in the "green suff" ! So, finally she admitted she was laughing at me, nap time, was over:rolleyes:

    @Ina I. Wonder ..next will be birthday and trip home;)
     
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    @Gloria Mitchell - were yer shoes OK ?
    Funny how you burst out laughing weeks or even years later - I know I do :p
    I can remember wearing tap shoes to school for a while, don't know if me shoes were being mended
    or I just wanted to wear tap shoes, probably the latter - you could hear me a comin' - tap tap tap :p
     
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    Lolo ..I was not even wearing the new shoes...but had it in my head I would never be able to wear the new ones.
     
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    Summer was about to end for me on top of that mountainside. I had enjoyed my summer on the farm and all my adventures with the animals
    even the chaotic terrible storms that were produced while I was there. My grand mother was going to make me a cake, and I was even to have a small party.
    I only remember Eugene, and Russell being there- oh except for this one older girl. I remember her bending my fingers back until I thought they would snap into. Her mom was a friend of my grand mothers, um so I never said anything, but she was mean.
    Not sure how it happened really, I remember standing at the table getting things ready for the party- somehow, while cleaning off the table, I managed to
    knock the lid off of the pepper shaker. Pepper flew up my nose and in my mouth, oooh and my eyes. I was hollering because I could not see anything.
    Burning and watering so bad, grandma gave me a wet wash rag, and it helped, but not enough for me to see. The kids were coming and I was upset, as I had not seen my
    homemade birthday cake that was made.
    After they arrived, I remember being led into the dining area, as I still could not see. I opened my eyes, just as someone brought in a large pink something.
    I tried I really did, but my eyes burnt so bad, I could not make out one thing. I really do not remember much after that- I think we - well they had a good time.
    Turns out she had made me a 4 layer strawberry birthday cake, from scratch! It did taste good, but I never ever really saw that cake. I do not know if everyone ate it up or what, but that was all I ever got that day of my special cake.
    But, alas, instead of my parents coming to get me, I was going on the long ride home-by myself!
    We traveled by trains then, and I loved trains ,and still do. Seems my parents agreed for me to ride the train by myself from Missouri to Texas.
    I had just turned seven. Not something one would consider much in these times we live now. But my grandma had it all worked out. She talked to the
    conductor, and some ladies, to agreed to keep there eye on me. She had made me sandwiches and snacks, wrapped in wax paper inside the ole time
    small brown paper bag.
    I was excited, getting to go by myself, and wear my new black and white oxford shoes. ;)I sat by myself in a seat all the way. Content with scenery as that
    train went a whistling down that track. Taking in all that passed before me outside. How the landscape would change, the weather.
    The sound of the train at night was somehow comforting to me, clickty clacking down those tracks, along with my fluffy pillow from the conductor.
    When I woke up the next morning, I had made it to Texas. Some what um, fluffy myself, but I remember feeling euphoric with my summer on the top of that mountain.
    The End
     
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    I picked up my little lady today- a new one to take to the Senior Citizens Center for lunch. She is 84 and spry on the walker, and in very good health. I was suppose to make sure she ate something besides her dessert. Um, ok. First off, that was the most unappetizing , tasteless mess of crap I have encountered in a long time. She picked around at it, then began to eat the apples - looked like maybe spiced apples- mine was applesauce. Geez. After we finished, she wanted to go to a drugstore. Ok no problem. She went directly to the candy, grabbed 2 bags and walked to the counter. After she paid, she says- you must think me crazy? Um, no mam - I know exactly what your doing. Your gett'en your candy stash, so you can go home and hide it before the others get there. With a big grin she says"yes- are you going to tell on me?" Nope, your 84, you eat whatever you want. when we got back to the house others were already there. The candy hiding in her purse. I knew she was wondering how she was gonna hide it now. As I got ready to leave, I gave her a hug and whispered" put it under the bed, til later. She smiled big time.

    I will never see her again, as I quit today- not because of this incident,but issues with the so called caregiver service. The point is, why do we insist , on trying to have these "chronologically gifted people", to live and eat the way we think they should? Now if of this was going to throw her in to cardiac arrest , or insulin shock, I would re considered. She spent her life working on an Air Force base, her husband was a pilot. In fact I met two others, one sgt. in the Marines- female and another female Air Force person- the other was a librarian. I find their stories fascinating,and if your willing to listen, they will talk. They were people of service to our country, perhaps in different forms, but they served. I do not feel just because one reaches the so called "golden years" they should be treated like a three year old. Eat, drink, and live the way you want- you earned it- go out in your own terms- it's called being a human - regardless of old age.
    August 5 2014
     
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