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Back in the 1950’s when I
was growing up; there weren’t a whole lot of things on TV in those days. About
all that adults watched was Milton Beryl, which I believe was on Tuesday
nights. As a result, adults were much more social then. They seemed to know “everyone”
including their neighbors. Now days no one seems to even know their neighbors.
I’m one of the few exceptions to this. I know both of my neighbors on each side
of me. One is my brother to the east and the other is my nephew to the west.
(At least they lived there 10 years ago when I last visited them J).
Back in those simpler times people socialized a lot and went to one another’s
homes and played games. One of the games they
played, that was very popular was charades. This provided a lot of fun for get
togethers. You didn’t need some expensive game like “Trivial Pursuit”. All you
had to do for charades was write something on a slip of paper, which provided
the person, place, or thing and using various gestures, try to act it out for
the others to guess. I suppose they had to have some one who wasn’t playing
write the information ahead of time. I wouldn’t be surprised if our mother
wrote it out ahead of time including playing along with everyone else. Hmmm,
maybe that’s why she was so good at charades! J People don’t play charades anymore these
days. The only exception to this is a gesture with the middle finger by others,
especially when they’re driving! They also played cards
including Bridge, which was usually played by husbands and wives as partners.
Now THERE’S one way to break up a marriage! The men played Poker and Pinochle
“with the boys”. Our father used to play these upstairs in the Knights of
Pythies Hall. This was located above “Brownie” Daniel’s General Store. The Canasta was also very
popular in the 1950’s. In fact, several years ago, I read a card book that said
that Canasta was one of the fastest growing and the most popular card games in
the early 50’s. I think Bridge ran a close 2nd with women, Poker,
and Pinochle with men. Us kids would get together and play Poker for matchsticks
unless we successfully sneaked into our parent’s bedroom and “borrowed” our
father’s poker chips. They were in a dark brown round Bakelite revolving
holder. Another game that was
played during this time was Scrabbleâ.
(Isn’t that neat that I can insert a copyright symbol. I’m just showing off on
MS Word.) In addition to the aforementioned activities, everyone had a lot of
parties where they got together to engage in revelry and A LOT of
drinking. Another festive occasion
was “Cookouts” using our charcoal grill. On Sunday afternoons at our place,
Roger Waite (a family friend) would BBQ chicken on the grill. His BBQ sauce was
the BEST I’ve ever had! I can still taste the chicken with that thick red sauce
all over it! I’d love to get the recipe from him, but unfortunately he’s
deceased. I could ask his son, who lives in One thing our parents
were in together was The Young People’s Literary Society. When we had a
babysitter, I would ask them where they were going and they would say, “To
literary”). I didn’t know then what “Literary” was. I found out much later
that “Literary” was called “The Young People’s Literary Society” and consisted
of a local group that put on plays in the local school gym. I found an old literary
program from one of their plays. Our mother also went to
“ceramics” at “Shy” Kelble’s because she had a kiln. I could ramble on and on
with this story. (So what else is new?) Even though some of you have requested
longer stories, it would make this story too
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office or assembly line and are using the company computer to surf my site. The
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your boss happens to come into your office while you are reading this long
story, QUICKLY CLICK
HERE! I have
noticed lately that my stories are
longer than they used to be. I could talk about our grandmother “Ollie” going
to “Garden Club”, which still exists. Oh well, maybe I’ll write another long
story about this and other things they did. OH OH,
I think I hear your boss coming now!
Quickly go up a few lines and click on the “click here”!!!!! If you don’t have time to do that, then quickly scroll
down a few lines. Mr. Percy Z. Picklebomb,
President, CEO, Head Janitor The Acme Garbage Pickup
Co., LTD, LSD, LBJ, LOL 184925 1/4 Landfill Lane Dear Mr. Picklebomb, Yes, Mr. Picklebomb, I really do think my boss is
the greatest person who has ever walked the face of the earth. Now, as to your
last letter stating your request, I’ve worked day and night and even though my salary
is more than fair, I would never think to ask for any overtime pay. I’m totally
dedicated to this company and always have been totally loyal to it and
especially to my wonderful boss and his lovely wife and his well-behaved
children. I love my job here at the office and count it a privilege during my
lunch hour to make coffee for everyone else and to clean the restrooms. I feel
these tasks have definitely contributed to my very successful career here. As you may know, since I have started here at this
company, our profits have risen 371.83%. I have even greater plans to increase
our profits even higher. (The above should fill your screen, just
don’t scroll too far down. If your boss sees this sentence, you’re on your
own!!!) Related stories links: “Click” here to see the
Literary Program from one of their plays. It’s formatted with Adobe so if you
can’t see it, you’ll have to go to the Adobe site and
download the “Acrobat Reader” (it’s free). |
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| THE OLD K OF P HALL (2ND FLOOR), WHERE OUR FATHER SPENT MANY NIGHTS DISCUSSING "SOCIAL MATTERS". |
| A SCENE FROM THE PLAY "NIGHT OF JANUARY 16th" PUT ON BY LITERARY. L TO R: BOB SHULTZ, MY MOTHER DOROTHY, NANCY PINOW, MY FATHER TERRY. "JUDGE": OLIVER BURNHAM (circa 1953) |
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| THE CAST FROM THE PLAY. MY MOTHER AND FATHER ARE IN THE MIDDLE OF THE PICTURE. |
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