The world is very safety conscious these days and that is a good thing.
When I look back into the 1950s, and before, I wonder why some of us are even here!
Many of the houses on our street had “garages” in the cellar. Ours…
For most of us no time passes faster than the summer months. Back when you were a student on school vacation it really zipped by.
Summer vacation officially started when we left school, chanting, “No more pencils, no more books, no more teachers’…
Recently I looked back way beyond the days of my own yesteryear. A coffee meeting with two cousins took me back to the late1800s. One cousin, Betty, lives in Rutland so I see her often. I barely remembered my other cousin, Kathie, as I…
A group of friends met for breakfast the other day. One topic of conversation was children’s birthday parties in the 50s. A popular trend today is to celebrate at a rented venue. But we all remember our homes as “party headquarters” back in the day.
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Did you ever look at an old picture of yourself and say, ”What was I thinking?” I have a feeling that females say that much more often than males.
In fact, many males (my husband included) have worn their hair the same way throughout their…
When May rolls around I am very anxious to spend time in my flower gardens and have fun playing in the dirt.
As we mature, we acquire a sense of pride in our property. We want our yards to look nice. This involves more than…
Most likely we can all come up with expressions that are clearly associated with our parents. It’s also likely that these expressions will be heard by future generations. After all, “they”say that we turn into our parents at some point in time.
When I was…
Back in the 1950s when I was a child if you wanted an ice cream soda or a sundae, you could head to one of the downtown Rutland drug stores. They had lunch counters where you could get sandwiches and ice cream treats.
These stores…
When is the last time you received a letter in the mail? I bet it’s been awhile unless there is someone in your life who actually owns a box of stationery and enjoys taking “pen in hand.” Letter writing is slowly becoming a lost art.
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Oh, how life has changed over the years! You don’t give it much thought until you stop and think about the “then and now.”
As I sit at my computer I recall the days of my high school typing class. We rolled the…
