A Bit of Nostalgia
He jerked back on the pole with all the strength he had. The fish came up out of the water, sailed twenty feet above his head and landed on the bank with a thud. Fishin’ for Chubs. Another memory that found its way out of the deep dark crevices of my childhood memory banks. My mom had two sisters who lived in California during the World War II years, and they and their families would come back to their hometown of Grace, Idaho, during the summers to visit my grandparents. One… Continue reading
Teen agers are known for their moments of bad judgment. I was no exception. My story begins on a nice warm sunny spring day in the Southeast Idaho highlands. I was fifteen. During the spring melt in that part of the world snow has a tendency to linger on the east slopes longer than elsewhere. We had … Continue reading
I wonder how many readers of this blog remember the time when one could watch TV or listen to radio for longer than six minutes before being subjected to seven or eight minutes of nothing but commercials back to back. On New Years Day a few years past, I started watching the Rose Parade on NBC, but soon found myself surfing to see if I could find a channel that was showing the parade without all those annoying commercial breaks. Lest you misunderstand, I’m not one who… Continue reading
In my privious post I wrote about old movies, old song hits, and old radio and TV programs. I’d like to expand on that a bit more in this post. A while back I watched the Lawrence Welk show on PBS. What a treat. It was a tribute to all the big dance bands of the thirties, forties, and fifties, and was originally broadcast live in 1960.
Among the bands featured were Paul Whiteman, Tommy and Jimmy Dorsey, Wayne King, Glenn Miller, Harry James, Guy Lombardo, Benny Goodman, Artie Shaw, Russ Morgan, Les… Continue reading
I received a call a couple of years ago asking me to participate in a Nielson ratings survey. I asked what it was about, and the lady explained that they would send me a booklet in the mail into which I was to record my TV viewing for a week. I thought to myself, Boy, they’re in for a surprise when they discover that the only television station I spend very much time viewing is Turner Classic Movies. I’m an old movies fan.
I like that channel for two reasons. I… Continue reading
I was in the middle of a new project a couple of years ago. I was adapting my “Buddy” book to a screenplay. As I read the different stories to refresh my memory for the adaptation, I was reminded of what a scamp I was in those days. One of many escapades of my youth contained in that book brought to mind the night I had nearly half the little town of Grace, Idaho, out looking for me until about 3:00 o’clock in the morning.
A bunch of us boys had been… Continue reading
There’s a special bond between a boy and his dog; a bond like no other.
Dogs are faithful companions to a young boy. They don’t ask questions, they don’t talk back, nor do they give orders They’re just there offering loyal companionship when the boy needs them,
A few years ago, I wrote a piece for IDAHO magazine about Idaho Falls writer Wilson Rawls, author of the classic, Where the Red Fern Grows. I mentioned that he and I had some things in common. We both grew up in rural America and came to writing late… Continue reading
Anybody remember Charles Atlas? He was a popular body builder during the 1940s and ’50s. He used to run ads in teenage magazines and newspapers advertising a device for building a glorious looking body. Remember those? Charles Atlas, with his Arnold Schwarzenegger type build, was shown holding the world up in his right hand. The ad also featured a 97 pound weakling being harassed on the beach by a big muscle bound bruiser who took the skinny lad’s girl friend away from him.
Well, for most of my… Continue reading
The sheep camp was hitched to the back of the pickup, the sheep were in the holding pen. I sat astride “Old Zeke” eagerly awaiting to hit the trail. He was a tired old black with bony hips, a sway back and ribs wrinkling his hide, but he was a good kid pony.
One of my childhood memories from the 1940s is going with Dad on the “sheep drives.” Before he sold his livestock and concentrated on raising just field crops, he had a small flock of sheep consisting of about 100 head. He had… Continue reading
There’s an old saying that states: “What goes around, comes around.” The recent explosion of Internet shopping brings back memories of yesteryear. Living in a small town of less than 750 people during the 1940s had it’s advantages; but, also, its limitations. One of those limitations was having less items available in the local stores than those in larger communities. This resulted in the need for persons living in these smaller communities to shop through the mail order catalogs. The two most popular of which, were Montgomery Ward and Sears-Roebuck.… Continue reading