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I remember... penny candy push button light switches fried bologna sandwiches doilies bacon grease kept in a coffee can on the stove RC colas
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Dreamcatcher wrote:I remember...
penny candy
push button light switches
fried bologna sandwiches
doilies
bacon grease kept in a coffee can on the stove
RC colas
I loved fried bologna sandwiches (still have one on occasion) I remember Two cent candy Candy cigarettes Shag carpeting in awful colors Having a milkman No seatbelts and playing on the floor of the backseat No AC in our car Black and white television No remote for tv and sitting in front and turning the channels until my father found something he wanted to watch Thankfully there were only four or five channels Leaded gas
Some of my stuff. https://www.storiesspace.com/stories/memoirs/learning-to-fly.aspxhttps://www.storiesspace.com/stories/memoirs/misery-loves-company.aspxhttps://www.storiesspace.com/stories/poetry/we-always-go-on.aspxhttps://www.storiesspace.com/stories/poetry/heart-flutters.aspx
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I remember... everyone carried pocket knives, even kids avocado and harvest gold kitchen appliances percolator coffee makers rabbit ears on the TV with tinfoil on ends swamp coolers instead of A/C
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I remember being at Caernarfon Castle for the investiture of the Prince of Wales in 1969. We were on holiday at the time and the weather was scorching. I hated that day. I had very sunburned shoulders and, since I was only 10, I was squashed by the crowds of people who came to witness the spectacle. All I remember of the day was the searing pain as people pushed past me. It was horrible. 
The third part of this epic journey starts here... https://www.storiesspace.com/stories/drama/the-long-road-home-chapter-1.aspx  "Those who cannot remember the past are condemned to repeat it." George Santayana
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When the world was much slower and people spoke across fences. Kids respected their parents and automobiles looked like cars. Idols weren't celebrities or tattooed billboards. Cabled TV had fewer commercials and newspapers had the news.
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Watching the Apollo missions (I was bit young to remember 11 very well, but the later ones I definitely remember watching). Yes, I'm a big space geek. Saturday morning cartoons Kittens being born in our basement (one of which remained with us until the year I got my Master's) Pop Shoppe (a locally bottled soda in small, very distinctive bottles) The Red Barn (a long defunct fast food joint) The Central Ontario Exhibition (the local fair in Kitchener, Ontario, Canada where I grew up) Hiway Market (a large, independent grocery store in Kitchener that folded in the late seventies or early eighties)
My Stories here:Voice of Ice (Cosmic Horror) Night of the Wind (Fantasy) Lady in the Lake (Ghost Story) My Poems Here:On Seeing the Light (Re)born - Revelling in a tropical sunrise Spooky People - Hallowe'en celebration
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Oo, I could just keep going. The Kitchener Farmer's Market. Norris Bakery coffee cakes (bought on said market) Carnarvon Bakery near our cottage, now long defunct (Yes, there's a Carnarvon in Ontario. It's a little village at the southern end of the lake where the cottage is located. No castle, alas.) Best damned dinner rolls I've ever had and some fantastic squares and pies
My Stories here:Voice of Ice (Cosmic Horror) Night of the Wind (Fantasy) Lady in the Lake (Ghost Story) My Poems Here:On Seeing the Light (Re)born - Revelling in a tropical sunrise Spooky People - Hallowe'en celebration
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White Castle Fuller Brush Man Drive-In movies A & W carhops balcony seating in the movies movie ushers
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Dreamcatcher wrote:
Fuller Brush Man
Drive-In movies
A & W carhops
balcony seating in the movies
movie ushers
All of the above. Though I know some of the modern cineplexes around here do have balconies again. And we still have an old drive-in operating near London. I have friends who go occasionally.
My Stories here:Voice of Ice (Cosmic Horror) Night of the Wind (Fantasy) Lady in the Lake (Ghost Story) My Poems Here:On Seeing the Light (Re)born - Revelling in a tropical sunrise Spooky People - Hallowe'en celebration
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Dudes drive in (a local place in my hometown) foot long chili dogs Starlight drive in movies Custard Corner ice cream Bus trips to the library with my sister Homecoming parades RC cola and moon pies Playing outside barefoot til the porch light came on
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I remember living in a cabin along a river. I remember snakes, crawdads, and seining a river bed with my dad. I remember chigger bites from the raspberry patch.
I remember my Dad's funeral. Closed casket due to the work accident that killed him.
I remember bluegill fishing in a small creek with my brother and sister every week for two summers.
I remember riding our bikes ten miles to our cousins' house three times a week in those same summers. My sister was five, my brother was seven, and I was nine. We stopped at the Essington Farm for water. We hand-pumped it out of the well. Mrs. Essington would come out and talk with us.
I remember swimming in a public quarry that was finally condemned for bad water. It was sold to a private party and then re-opened without any contamination problems the next year. Go figure.
I remember as a ten-year-old applying make-up on my mother's back and shoulders before her dates. We kids wanted her to marry Bill and told her. He bought us McDonald's hamburgers and took us to the drive-in with Mom. She told him she wouldn't marry him.
She married Bob. It was a mistake. Our wonderful, bucolic childhood was over.
I remember a lot about that, too.
I live, I love, I perform, and I lament.
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