Will Edwinson

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A Bit of Nostalgia

Charging for Air? Good Grief!

Will Edwinson PhotoA bit of nostalgia mixed in with a bit more soapbox this week, folks.  Remember all those little amenities we received when we pulled up to the gas pump back in the days of 35 cents per gallon gasoline?  Amenities such as having your oil checked, windows washed, and tires checked?   They even pumped the gas; and all came under the heading of service.

There was another distinct advantage to living in small communities back in those days as well.  I remember a particular service grocery stores in Grace, Idaho offered when I… Continue reading

Remember When?

Will Edwinson PhotoI was perusing some of my old newspaper columns the other day looking for something to post on this blog  when I came across the following column.  It was about an email I had received that contained a slew of “remember whens” that I found interesting, so I decided to share them with all of you since this blog is primarily about nostalgia. I certainly remember and relate to many of these remember whens myself.

For instance, remember when we would get a school assignment back from the teacher with a message scrawled across… Continue reading

A Bit of Nostalgia

Will Edwinson PhotoThis is a reprint of one of my newspaper columns I wrote for the Idaho State Journal during my days in Idaho that I’d like to share with you.

There’s an old saying that says, “you can’t go back,” but nostalgia is an interesting topic, and I think we all, at some time or other, like to reflect on the past and wish we could go back.  I’m often asked, “If you could go back, which time period would you like to go back to?” I began my awareness of the real world around the end of World War… Continue reading

World War II Memories

Will Edwinson PhotoI was reading, a while back,  some writings of an author who apparently grew up during the same era as I; the era of World War II.  She wrote of going to the movies and watching the old Gene Autry and Roy Rogers flicks, where the good guys wore white hats and the bad guys and crooks wore black hats.  In this politically correct world of today Hollywood couldn’t get away with that anymore.  However, as I recall, there was one exception to the white hat vs. black hat rule; a character name Hopalong Cassidy. … Continue reading

America is Standin’ On The Edge Of a Deep Chasm—A Guest Post by Rube Part I

Edited Photo 06 Greetings, friends.    In light of what’s ben happening in our country these  past four or five years, and around the world the past few weeks,  Rube has some reflections he’d like to share with you.  So here’s Rube.





??????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????Howdy folks.  This is gonna be kind of a long post on account of I got a lot to talk about, so  I reckon as how I’ll break it up into two parts.  Part II will be comin’ on Friday.

This blog of Will’s has mostly been about… Continue reading

My First Car

My First Car

My First Car

     I was thumbing through a copy of Reminisce Magazine when I came across a 1954 Customline Ford automobile.  It reminded me of my first car, a 1952 Custom Ford four-door sedan.

This is the same car I wrote about in my blog post entitled: My First Long Road trip.  I told of how I came by the car in that post, so I won’t bore you with those details again, but there is a bit more to the story about this car.

Being of somewhat a conservative… Continue reading

High Air Cleaner Stacks and Teen Age Misjudgment—Not a Good Mix

Hd5 CrawlerYou remember my post where I talked about my teenage lapse of judgment when I stuck the TD 14 crawler tractor in eighteen inches of mud? Well…another of my teenage judgment lapses came to mind this past week involving the HD 5 Allis-Chalmers crawler tractor(Little Alice)I mentioned in one of my earlier posts.

 Prior to the late 1960s, or maybe early ‘70s, farm tractors, and even automobiles, for that matter, came equipped with an oil bath air cleaner instead of the paper filters we see on autos and tractors today.  For the benefit of the younger set who… Continue reading

More World War II Memories—Plus a little Fishin’

Tin Foil

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 In one of my previous posts I mentioned the tin shortage during World War II and how my mother used to guard the tin foil icicles she used to decorate the Christmas tree; how they had to be hung with meticulous care so they could be recovered to be used another year.  I was sometimes able to coerce Mom into letting me help hang those little buggers, but my patience span was not very long.  I began to get careless in the way I placed them on the tree, and I was… Continue reading

A Few Prices From Years Past

I was perusing some old columns I had written a few years ago looking for something to write about in this post when I came across one I had written that featured consumer prices from years past. It was taken from an article I had read in Reminisce Magazine.Edited Photo 06

In looking at those prices one might get the idea that they may have been from the mid-nineteenth century (1850s), but they were actually from the 1930s, ‘40s, and  ‘50s.   One writer said he had his tonsils removed in… Continue reading

I Miss the Mom & Pop Stores of Olde

Bread Rolls

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Though they are growing fewer in number, there is still something to be said for the advantages of the small neighborhood mom and pop grocery store in contrast to their larger super market counter parts with their larger variety of goods.

 I like to bake.  I wouldn’t say baking is a hobby, it’s just something I like to do when I get bored with TV, (which happens a lot these days) or when I need a diversion from the same old daily routine.  When this happens, I get out my mixing bowl and… Continue reading

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