A Bit of Nostalgia
There have been a few times in my life when I have narrowly escaped the Grim Reaper. Some of those close calls were due to the foolishness of youth, but I have one such escape in particular I would like to share with you. One in which I truly believe my Guardian Angel, working through Dad, snatched me from the Reaper’s clutches.
During the early 1940s, Dad and one of his farmer neighbors were trucking partners of sorts. He and this neighbor were more than friends; they were practically like brothers. They were… Continue reading
I was perusing an issue of Reminisce magazine where I came upon an article featuring an artist painting scenes of the “old days” as he remembered them in his hometown of Bridgeport, Connecticut. This started me reminiscing about the hometown of my early youth where I spent the first thirteen years of my life. Back in the days of the 1930s, ‘40s, and even through a good part of the 1950s, small town America with a population of 500—give or take 10—was able to support enough businesses to provide anyone living there with… Continue reading
It’s New Years Eve, and this brings to mind a few almost forgotten experiences from the past. Dances were a big thing in small communities during the 1940s and ‘50s. The bars in those communi-ties had not yet discovered the idea of having an in-house band for dance music, so people relied on community dances for this form of entertainment. The big dances at Soda Springs High School when I was a student there during the 1950s, were the Junior Prom, Senior Ball, The Sweetheart Ball (centered around Valentine’s day),… Continue reading
One day over coffee, friends and I were discussing some of our childhood memories. The discussion brought to mind the canning bees organized by my mother and her sisters that took place at Grandma Titus’ house during the 1940s. My maternal grandparents had a small truck farm and apple orchard in Grace, Idaho. This little plot provided much of the fruit and vegetables for our families. When certain crops reached maturity, the sisters would get together to harvest and can them on the spot.
I remember one pea… Continue reading
A bit of slang trivia this week. As I have stated in past posts, one of my favorite TV channels is Turner Classic Movies. How many remember the old movie short “The Passing Parade;” those one-reel tours of places or events of interest around the globe. I was tuned to the Turner Classic Movie channel a while ago when one of those old Passing Parade features came on. This particular segment made reference to the two official languages in America at that time—English and slang. (Those two preceded the two present official… Continue reading
The opinions we form of people when we are kids, can be so misleading. As I’ve mentioned in past posts, one of my favorite TV channels is Turner Classic Movies. A while back I watched a lot of old movies on this Classic Movie channel. Included among those was a marathon of Humphrey Bogart movies. As a kid I did not like Humphrey Bogart. The movies in which I’d seen him, he played a killer, a gangster or someone who was just plain mean; and as kids often do, I associated these movies with… Continue reading
Christmas Eve is a week and half away, and this will be the final post of this Christmas series. If you will permit me, I’m going to take you back to 1943 or 1944 and write this post from the perspective of an eight or nine year old boy. When I look back on Christmas Eve as a boy growing up in Grace, Idaho, and then later in Soda Springs, ever more memories come to the fore. Christmas in Grace during the 1940s was not unlike that as it was portrayed in the… Continue reading
We’re in the Christmas season, and I thank Reminisce Magazine for inspiring and providing material for this blog post. I was reading a past December/January issue where I came across a column written by the late Clancy Strock. This column brought back many childhood memories of Christmas for me. One of those memories was, as he put it, “Christmas Has Always Lit Our Lives.” This is true in many ways, but he was referring primarily to Christmas lights.
He wrote about his mother saying she remembered when the lights… Continue reading
This post may read like a repeat of the one last week, but it’s really a continuation. In recent years, the traditional “Christmas Season” appears to have been taken over and replaced by the politically correct “Holiday Season.” The old movie channel is one place, however, where I can still find a semblance of the old traditions of Christmas. I would venture to say that in all the movies made prior to 1960 that have Christmas included in their stories, the true spirit of Christmas, i.e., peace on earth good will toward men, and remembrance of Jesus’ birth was… Continue reading
Yesterday was the big hype day of Black Friday where the so-called Holiday Shopping season was to begin. It isn’t even referred to as the Christmas shopping season anymore—just the shopping season. The times have changed from when I was young.
One evening during the Christmas season a few years ago, I was strolling down Main Street in Old Town Pocatello, Idaho. It was about 34 degrees; there was no wind, and a light snow was silently wafting its way down and glimmering off the holiday lights.
That scene took me back to my teenage youth… Continue reading