It’s strange, the things that trigger one’s memory. As I wrapped a bread roll in aluminum foil to heat in the toaster oven the other evening, my thoughts wandered back to my youth. In the years when I was growing up during World War II and beyond, there were shortages of many items that we take for granted today. One of those was foil wrap. The foil wrap used in those days was tin foil, and tin was in short supply. That … Continue reading
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
Greetings fellow blog followers. Well Rube is back with some more of his homespun philosophy. So without further ado, I’ll turn the remainder of this blog over to him. Enjoy.
Howdy folks. Well I’m back with another post on this blog of Will’s. Let me start out by sayin’ I was once proud to be a Republican—that’s Republican with a cap’tal R, meanin’ I was a member of the Republican Party—but not no more. GOP used to stand fer Grand Old Party, a party of the people. Now… 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
Some days it seems it just doesn’t pay to get out of bed. I experienced one of those days a few years ago in Idaho. It was the morning of April 7, two and a half weeks after the official first day of spring. I looked outside and the ground was white. I was instantly thrown into a cranky mood, it had been a long hard winter. My frustration was heightened when I had to scrape an inch of ice and snow off my pickup windshield, and… Continue reading
Howdy Folks. It’s me agin, Rube. I thought a somethin’ else I wanted say about us Americans and silly sense, so I asked Will if’n he would post another short comment for me on this blog. He said he would, so here it is. It’s about them there young whippersnappers (an’ some not so young) who wears their baseball caps on backwards. What I wanna know is what’s supposed to be so dang “cool” about a wearin’ a baseball cap on backwards? I saw a picture the other day… Continue reading