I got my first taste of winter fun in the 1940s when I was bundled up and placed in a wooden sleigh that was made for a small child. I still have that sleigh today. It has a back to lean against, a wrought iron…
My husband, Peter, and I are fans of tennis. Although we don’t have a lot of “needs” when it comes to what we watch on TV, we do like to follow tennis tournaments throughout the year. The Tennis Channel will soon be leaving our “sports…
By Mary Ellen Shaw When I was a young girl I remember my mother had a thick green hardcover cookbook. It was her “go to” cookbook and the pages looked it. Various recipes had little remnants of ingredients that had been dropped on the pages…
The written word back in my youth did not appear on a digital device. It showed up on a piece of paper and was written with a pen or pencil. In the 1950s many young girls recorded their own personal experiences using a ballpoint pen…
Back in the 1950s and 1960s people came to our homes to provide services that are handled very differently today. I remember when the milkman came to our house to deliver milk in a glass bottle. His name was Mr. Adams and he always arrived…
The ads for “Back to School” items have been appearing in flyers for most of August. They bring back memories that are happy ones for me. Back in the 1950s every neighborhood in Rutland had a public school close by. I would have attended parochial…
By Mary Ellen Shaw Many of us learned some type of hobby from our parents. Perhaps we didn’t appreciate what we were taught at the time. But with age comes wisdom! My mother loved to crochet and do embroidery, along with a little knitting. All…
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’…
