Tag Archives: kids

The Old Neighborhood–Fini

We had a really large elm tree in the back yard.  I loved climbing up into it.  It was like going into a different world for kids.  You could see around the neighborhood and you felt like it was your own little world.  Mom of course was constantly fussing about us “going too high” and she had rules about which limbs we could go to but naturally at every opportunity we went higher.  Moms today would have a stroke I imagine if they saw their kids up that high.  We would often have “wars” with some in the tree throwing things at those on the ground.  We built a couple of different tree houses but they were pretty flimsy and even I didn’t really trust them.   They never lasted long because they would start to wobble and we would have to take them down, but heck putting them up and using them for just a couple of weeks was a pretty big thrill.

Shaky lived up at the corner.  He was the neighborhood baseball player.  In fact he got a scholarship to A & M to play for them.  We all tried to recruit him for our church team.  We played lots of church baseball in those days.  The catch was that you had to attend Sunday School at least two Sundays each month to qualify.  I was never a baseball fan at all, it was too Yankee.  But we got to play with our dads and cousins because there was no age limit so that was a hoot.  Teens playing with the men.  They didn’t let up on us like they do today.  No Tee ball.  It was  a real game.  Often after one of the games we would go to a watermelon stand.  There were many of them then with just outdoor tables and newspapers for sitting the slice on.  I never liked watermelon but the going was fun.  There were several ice cream parlors around then and we would drop by for a malt or double dip cone.

This was the house where we got our first modern car.  It was a ’53 Chevy and even had an air conditioner in it.  It didn’t work terrific but it was quite the rage and we felt like Kings driving that brown and green sedan around.   In the summer we would go every now and then to the local drive in theater on Hampton Road.  It was only about a mile away.  There was lots of them then scattered all around the city.  There were even more local neighborhood indoor theaters.  There would be one at just about every major intersection.  Jefferson Blvd. had about 7 alone and there were more everywhere.  But the malls and larger theaters slowly pushed them out.  They became plumbing shops, garages or whatever during the sixties until they were all gone.  I can’t think of one that is left at the moment.

The neighborhood was called Elmwood.  It was in Oak Cliff with gently rolling hills and two major creeks that eventually emptied into the Trinity river.  Those creeks straddled Elmwood so we got to explore as only 12-year-old boys can do.  Mom was  pretty good sport about it but she made me check in every hour which I thought was a real pain. I didn’t have a watch then so I had to be careful about it.  I can’t truly remember when I got my first watch.  It must have been in Jr. High.   This was also the house where we first got our private line on the phone.  Everyone had a party line.  It was a big deal to get your own private line.  Like lots of older houses there was a special inset in the hallway wall for a phone.  It was one of those big black ones with a rotary dial of course.  Our local exchange was “Yukon” which I thought was so neat because it harkened images of the wilderness and pioneers. 

Of course everyone walked to school.  It was only about a mile away and none of us thought anything about it.  It was very rare to even see a school bus.  Only kids who really lived far out rode them but none at our school.   There was still lots of vacant space only a mile or so away in an area called Wynnewood where they were starting to develop a shopping center and houses.  My friend David had some horses right beside the development.  We would go there sometimes to ride.  When we got on the back trails you wouldn’t have known you were in a city at all.  The horse I had to ride was very tall.  I remember always being a little scared and concerned because it was so far to the ground and he wasn’t the most gentle of horses.  I do recall once when we were riding in the woods by the creek  and I lost one of the reins.  The horse wasn’t running but he was at a nice canter and I kept trying to reach down and grab the rein again but could not quite make it, it was just too much of a stretch for my arms and it was more difficult with all the jostling around on that darn nag.  I finally hollered at David and he stopped his horse and mine did too right beside his.  Then I was able to scoot up on his neck a bit and get the dangling rein.  Mom was a real sport to let me do something like that at age 12 or 13.  That is how I learned to saddle a horse and rig the other gear.

We moved when I was about 15 to Holiday Circle a few miles farther out.  Dad had built the house with hopes of selling it at a profit but the market was weak then so we moved into it.   This would have been about ’57.    It had an attic fan and window units, still no central air conditioning although it was becoming more common then.  Mom thought the attic fan was great but I thought it only brought in the heat of summer nights.   We only lived there about three years and then moved to Wynnewood hills on Trinidad.  I was there the last couple of years of high school.  Then I was off to college and soon married.  So that was the last place I lived with Mom and Dad.  But when I think back to childhood it is still Cascade and Elmwood that bubbles up in my mind.

When I went to school we had over 30 kids in each class, we got a pretty good education from the public school system.  Of course there wasn’t any discipline problem because they weren’t tolerated then.  troublemakers were sent to the principal and if it was repeated they disappeared.  I think they sent them to some special school but I really don’t remember or know.  But I know we all did what we were told and paid attention.   Teachers taught, they didn’t waste time with behavior issues.  http://www.olcranky.wordpress.com

Leave a comment

Filed under Culture, family, religion

The Ultimate Question

Sometimes you can glean a little wisdom from the most random of places.  Movies, especially the ones today that are mostly just popcorn entertainment rarely have anything to offer but that rule is violated on occasion.  Every now and then a line or two of dialogue becomes embedded in the public storehouse of adages worth remembering.  If you ever saw Gone With the Wind then you certainly remember well when Rhett Butler, in spite of his faults, was rightly finally totally exasperated with Scarlett.  Her selfishness knew no bounds or limits.  The world turned around her at least in her estimation.  They relationship closed with him telling her “Madam, frankly I don’t give a damn”.  Of course uttering those words was quite scandalous at the time and the expletive received more attention than the content of the message.  Even though Scarlett had endured hardships and pulled herself up her basic character never changed and the world was all about her.  It was time that someone finally told her they didn’t care anymore about her world.

On a lighter vein we recall the famous scene in Casablanca when the French policeman portrayed so well by Claude Rains when he is confronted by the German officer that illegal activities were taking place at Rick’s.  Rick’s was the nightclub owned by Bogart and had a “secret” but well-known gambling casino in the back.   The French officer was in the place all the time and knew Rick well and was quite aware of the gambling but he managed with great aplomb to respond to the German with feigned innocence that he was “shocked, shocked” to learn  of gambling at Rick’s.  Just like we guys are shocked to learn that women love to buy shoes for some arcane reason to us.   Equally memorable was Rick’s comment when asked by the Rains why he had come to Casablanca in the first place.  Rick quipped quickly that he came for the “waters”.  Of course it is on the desert of Morocco.   Rains said there are not waters here.  Bogart never missed a beat and replied that he was “misinformed”.

Saving Private Ryan is a great movie for many reasons.  I do wish they had all graduating seniors from High School watch it as their final class in American History.  It brings home the tremendous sacrifice and effort others made for them to enjoy the luxury of freedom.   It is also an example of how ordinary men can rise to extraordinary heights when motivated by a worthy goal.  That was a war not fought for treasure or territory but for ideas.   At the end when Hanks is shot and dying after all the terrors and pains of the battle he pulls Damon close to him and whispers in his ear “earn this”.  They do a wonderful job of then transitioning to the much older Damon coming back to visit Omaha beach and the grave of Hanks along with thousands of other buried there.  Damon kneels at the grave while his family waits in the background giving him space to be alone a moment.  He falters a bit in his step as he begins to walk away.  His wife comes to him with obvious concern.  She takes his arm and he looks at her with welling eyes and ask her “Have I been a good man?”  

He desperately wanted to know if he had earned that sacrifice made by Hanks and the thousands of others who never came home.  What a wonderful question.  It of course for those knowledgeable about the Bible recognize it.  It is a version of the famous–“where goest thou?”   Life gets so busy often that we can forget our true “mission” in life.   First there is growing up and school, then slam bam before you know it you are raising kiddos and worrying about them and trying to make your way in life and provide for the family and your prosperity and progeny.  Then you awake one day and you are in you mid fifties.  Young but suddenly it does dawn on you that you have crossed the point of no return, there are left years left than you have lived already.

Sooner or later you can be assured that you will go through a period of assessment.  It is normal and you should.  You will want to know your worth, not in gold but in esteem of those important to you.  Does your wife respect you?  She loves you but does she respect the man you are?   In your heart do you believe you set a good example for you kids?  Would you want them to be like you?  You will add up the bank account for sure but that won’t matter the way the answers to those questions will.  We all have to ultimately give an accounting and have that question asked and answered. 

As you live your life through your 20’s to your 50’s you would do well if on occasion you can ask that question rather than postponing it till all the events in your life have been played out; don’t postpone it while there is still a chance to alter matters if you believe that is best.  Rest assured you will ask that question of yourself and you will know the answer.  While younger allow yourself the opportunity to forge your life so that you won’t have to dread facing the answer to that question.   We all have within us to be good men; it does take effort and even heartache sometimes along the way to make the right decisions and take the correct course of action, but better then than to have the regrets for the right road not taken.

As in ancient times, Iran poses a grave danger to the people of Israel.  This is a hinge point in the middle east.  If Iran achieves great power the worry is how it will be used.  Sadly, they have told exactly how they intend to use it to destroy Israel.  Maybe we should take them at their word.  Hitler wrote exactly what his intentions were but the world chose to ignore it as mere bluster.   http://www.olcranky.wordpress.com

Leave a comment

Filed under Culture, family, history, religion

2 Cents Worth On Life Its Ownself

With all the worries about deflation and inflation floating around at the same time, which seems pretty oxymoronic, we are proud that the price of the jewels of wisdom remain the same.  Thanks, Blackie and here we go:

The recent appearance of the US ambassador at the Hiroshima Peace Day to mark the 65th anniversary of the Atom bomb drop there seems particularly ironic to many older folks.  One would think that we would have wanted to send as our representatives the handful of survivors still living from the Bataan Death March or the survivors of the Jap prison camp at Cabanatuan for the ceremony.   At least that might have put matters in a little better perspective.  Much as some may try to rewrite history  actual facts are a stubborn thing as Reagan observed. 

It is interesting the way we react and over-react to the current events of the day because of the immediacy of communications.  Every event gets blown out of proportion.  Those fires, heat and drought  in Western Russia are a bad thing, but they and the world will survive them.  Mother Nature will return to balance as she always does sooner or later, on her clock, not ours.  Five centuries ago when a similar event might have occurred no one would have known about it.  Only rumors and travelers tales would have carried the news and the reporting would have been sketchy at best but they wouldn’t have suffered the anxiety we thrust upon ourselves with hyperventilating news accounts.

While western Russia burns and fries in the heat, Northwestern China which is a very arid desert area bigger even than the great deserts of the US southwest are getting drenched with rains and floods.  Meanwhile the ice caps in Antarctica have grown the last couple of years.  Go figure.

Kids have these new-fangled skate boards they use all the time.  Seems as though they have fun with them.  Does anyone make their own scooter anymore?  We used to take a 2×4 and a pair of all worn-out skates and knock the couplings off the top of the skate and then screw them into the board.  You attach another 2×4 to the base and viola, you have a home-made scooter.  They weren’t very sturdy and constantly bent or broke and were “in the shop” for repairs as much as we used them but they were fun and our dads were always proud of us for making something with our own hands even if wobbly and ugly.  At least it didn’t come out of a box with instructions written by a Chinese interpreter.

Next time you glance into your rear-view mirror you might want to know where the idea originated.  It is attributed to Eddie Rickenbacker.  He was a famous race car driver in the early days before WWI.  To improve his odds and know when to manoeuver he rigged up a mirror so he could see the race cars coming up behind him.  The idea became a hit.  Later he was our most famous Ace in WWI when he learned to fly.  After that he was President for years of Eastern Airlines and was as survivor of a plane crash in the Pacific during WWII while on an evaluation trip for  the Army.  He and thirteen others out of 14 survived about two weeks in a small life boat with minimal water and food before rescue

Non- students of the Bible and dilettante philosophers often refer to Solomon when they make comments about the benefits and usefulness of wisdom.  What most of them ignore and forget is that it was a gift from God.  Solomon may have been born with potential but when God asked him what he wanted, just like a Genie out of the bottle, Solomon did not ask for riches or power or glory, he asked for wisdom.  God granted his wish. It is a telling episode and worth pondering.  You can read the whole story yourself in II Chronicles.

Too much credit and too easy credit got us into our current financial mess.  We did it to ourselves.  It is amazing how folks don’t like to take personal responsibility for anything.  I know the litany about how it was all Wall Streets fault.  My response is hogwash.  Wall Street can only sell and market what the people are willing to buy.  I doubt anyone had a gun to their head when they took out one of those subprime loans for no money down, or refinanced to get 40 grand from their home equity to buy new cars and plasma screen tvs, or ran up 20 grand on their credit cards for trips to Vegas and pools in the back yard. 

Walter Reuther of UAW fame most be smiling from his grave.  His group finally got their utopia.  The union and their co-conspirators in Washington own the company and the taxpayers are on the hook to feed the beast until the revolution comes.  Weird, but today if you really want to buy American then buy Ford or even Toyota.  Of course you can celebrate with a Volt if you want and on a hot day with the air conditioner and in heavy traffic maybe get only 20 miles before the mandatory over night re-charge limit.  Check it out.  The advertised 40 miles is really only in ideal conditions.  Good luck with that.

It is that time of year for the Perseid meteor shower again.  Just like the returning geese it is always comforting to know that the grand things in life continue on regardless of our petty concerns of the day.  Compared to Mother Nature and God’s grand scheme they do seem petty.  

Next time your hear someone talk about how the Founding Fathers were all Deist and indifferent about religion and Christianity you might wish to recall that Jefferson did his own translation of the Gospels in Greek and Latin.  When he was President he signed his official documents “in the Year of our Lord, Christ 18__”.  I don’t pretend to know the depth of his religious convictions but I have no doubt he held them and believed them important for himself and the nation.

Is there anything more fun than being a fly on the wall and listening to a three-year old talking to themselves when they are playing with their toys?   They can get totally absorbed in the moment.  Don’t you wish your fantasies could so intense?

The giant chemical company, Dow Chemical was started by a Canadian American before the turn of the 20th century.  He first product was so mundane.  He developed the method of extracting Bromine from brine.  Who would have thought such humble beginnings would have led to a NYSE colossus.   http://www.olcranky.wordpress.com

Leave a comment

Filed under Astronomy, business, Culture, Economics, Environment, geography, history, Mother Nature, religion

August–The Anticipation Month

As people have said since the Roman era we are in the Dog days of Summer with August here and plodding along at its lethargic pace.  It is too hot for much energetic activity even for the kids.  The pool would be great this time of year but you can’t hardly get them to go there this time of year.   They are burned out on it by now.  That first week after school is out they want to go every day.  Now when it is 10 or even 15 degrees hotter each day they want to hand around the house and watch dvd’s and play with their electronic games.  It so hot you can eat fried grasshopper right off the Johnson grass.  

Basically it is my least favorite month due to the heat.  So many of the chores you need to do around the house but just don’t feel like doing because you break out in a sweat when you open the door before you even get the tools at hand.  Then of course the neighborhoods are pretty bleak too with so many people gone for their vacation time right before school starts.  You don’t see as many people out riding their bikes, walking their dogs or running.  The heat even seems to take the color out of the sky.  Seems to me that it loses some of the blue and becomes more milky looking when it is this hot.  I am sure it is one of those “tropical illusions” as one of my kids used to say.   It is too hot to even enjoy golf, and that takes some doing to diminish that pleasure in life.

But it is getting closer to the time in a few weeks when things do start to change.  You can anticipate those changes, feel them humming in the air.  Of course the big event for so many is the start of school.  Both parents and kids get wired up about that.  The moms because they have about worn out their creativity for kids’ activities by now and they frankly look forward to just a few hours each day with the little ones away.   They look forward to a bath and time in the bathroom alone for the first time in months.  For the ones with teenage sons it means they don’t have to check the refrigerator door every ten minutes to make sure they shut it after they took a swig of milk from the carton.   Even without air conditioning those kitchens still get hot in summer preparing the evening meal especially with the kids running in and out every second, and often forgetting to shut the back door all the way and letting the cool air escape to cool Mother Nature rather than the house.

August always reminds me of my football days.  By now you were really into the training to get into shape.  The running and lifting these days.  We just did exercises and ran.  No one lifted weights then.  That was just something you saw in the Charles Atlas ads in the back of comics and magazines.  The smell of that fresh cut grass still lingers with me from the football field as they were getting everything ready to make our lives miserable for a couple of weeks.  Normally, we started practicing twice a day around  the third week of August and would do that until the day after Labor Day when school started.  I absolutely loved the game and playing the game but there was nothing fun about those workouts in the 100 degree heat.   The grass was very green because they had watered often during the summer and keep it cut a little longer before the last cut a day or two before we started.  You would put your helmet on the minute you walked outside of the locker room just to keep the sun off your head.  Of course it was hot with it on because there wasn’t much circulation inside those things.   Today so many of the guys practice and play on the artificial turf.  I do know those really radiate a lot of heat back up and must be terribly hot and unpleasant.  I have no idea what they smell like, not like the grass for sure.  But at least they do get water.  They gets lots of water and Gatorade.   Now that I envy.  Our generation thought that was really sissy and weak sister to have water during workouts.  We were denied water.  occasionally we would be given a half cup if the workout went to the coach’s liking but most often it was no water.  Wonder is we didn’t all die of heat stroke.  But we didn’t.

The guys are beginning to think about the start of the hunting season which begins in September for the birds–dove and some duck in lots of places.   The fishing even gets better with the cooler temperatures that September will bring.  The gals get to start either looking forward to,or fearing,the approach of the party season and the Holidays.  The gals can’t just jump into the Holidays.   They have to sorta ease their way into that whole deal.  They think of the meals, the gifts, the decorations and all the rigmarole we guys just don’t see on our radar screens.   So as you jump into your car and your rear end burns from the heat on the seat from the relentless Sun just think you only have a few weeks to go and things will be different not just in temperatures but the daily and seasonal activities we all enjoy so much.  Where’s my ice tea?

“As you do not know how the spirit comes to the bones in the womb of a woman with child, so you do not know the work of God who makes everything.”  Ecc.12  www.olcranky.wordpress.com

Leave a comment

Filed under Culture, family, history

Children and other fun things

Hey, I know there are lots of harrowed moms out there right this minute wanting to know what is fun about dirty diapers and two year old tantrums.   They just cleaned up the kitchen table from the mid morning snack and are thinking about the menu for lunch and little bit there over in the corner just won’t be quiet for a moment and the older brother is complaining about not getting to watch tv again because mom limits that to regimented hours.  

I understand that there are those who make the deliberate choice not to have any children and I have no problem with that decision.  It is about the most personal decision and the most compelling one we all make during our lives.   I recall myself that the little wifey and me were married a couple of years with absolutely no sign of any grandchildren and the family pressure was building.   They all wanted to know when we were going to “get busy” and have those kiddoes.   Well, from this distance it is hard to realize that we really weren’t sure about that idea and certainly not right away.   There was school to finish and then there was the normal desire to finally have some money and enjoy ourselves without that financial burden all those little boogers bring with them.   In fact we ended up being married for 4 and half years before the first blessing came along.   Everyone was relieved and just couldn’t contain themselves.   We had even told them at one time we weren’t sure we wanted any kids and the stillness of the room was palpable, like those moments of silence that descend on a group at one time and no one seems to know what to say to get the conversation going again.  

I can’t really say how we reached the decision that we did want children.  I suppose the desire more or less evolved along with our relationship.  We were young and the young are mostly clueless about life.   (But we let them vote, hmm).   Our first did in fact turn out to be a real terror.  She was collicky and boy she could cry for literally hours.   But in spite of all that it was so incredible to hold that small body and realize those smiles were for me and that I was responsible for something very very important–a human life that was totally dependent on me.   For every crying spell there was the joy of the first words and the funny way they could look at you like they knew you were tricking them with dinner just so their tummy would be full and they would get sleepy.   Once we got the hang of it we decided it was so much fun that we would just see what happened.   Well, what happened was five more children.   By about  the third one the folks starting changing their tune and making comments about us becoming overworked and overwhelmed with it all.  Did my wife think about maybe “doing something”.   We merely kept deferring any decision.  The fun outweighed the work.  There was a tremendous amount of work I can assure you so you can only imagine how much fun it took to overcome it.

There was something so magical about each birth and although the patterns of infancy were the same, there was an uniqueness about each one and the journey of raising them was always different in its own way.   I took such pride in my brood and had more laughs and moments of sheer exhiliration with each of them that I often felt I had been blessed so much more than I deserved.   Sure I got irritated as heck often.  I mean when  I was carrying the skis, poles, boots and assorted hats and gloves with all of them trailing behind me like I was the Pied Piper, I would wonder sometimes if  I was going to survive this obstacle course.   But then I would see them sking down the hill, smiling or even grimacing with fear and that would immediately erase all those concerns and their faces  would restore my energy and enthusiasm.

I never regretted my choice to have kids.   Wanted to wring their necks on more than one occasion and didn’t like some of the choices they made as they got older, but having them gave me a purpose in life that transcended  the commonplace and made me a better man for being a dad.   A man can have no better title than that–dad.

For you consideration I offer a few thoughts on the following:

Musicals–Go see Little Me if it ever comes by your town during summer musicals.  I got to see it with Donald O’Connor.  it is very lively and bouncey and you have a grand evening.  It is in the best tradition of broadway.  None of those darn melancoly ballads in this one.

Movies–Mrs. Miniver with Greer Garson.  It was made during the War and is the classic of its genre.  Walter Pidgeon is the husband and London and the south of England is the stage.   It is an uplifting story of endurance during the most difficult of times for a nation and the Minivers.  Take your hanky you will need it.

Books–State of Fear by  Michael Crichton.  He recently passed and he was a favorite of mine.  He was always true to science.  Real science not opinion or prejudice for political agendas. I admired his integrity.  You will remember him more for Jurassic Park or E.R. on tv but this little novel is him at his finest in seeking the truth.

Leave a comment

Filed under Culture, history

From the Memory Cupboard

Especially when times are a bit anxious it is such a relief for me to go back a bit and recall some of the times that brought  joy into my life.  Everyone now is concerned with the Market situation and the on again/off again bailout, but we all have had those times and moments we shared with those we love; those memories are truly what makes life have its meaning, purpose and happiness. The struggles with job and finances will always have its cycles and you better not  count on that for your happiness and fulfillment in life or you are destined for lots of worries and heartache along your journey.  Family is not only a refuge it is horn of plenty when it comes to happiness.

Daughter number three came along when I was still quite young and working hard to make my way in the world as an associate with a small but very good firm.   At that time we only had one car.  Hard to imagine that today isn’t it.  When number three arrived my wife was using a wagon for running errands around the neighborhood and for her shopping for small items during the day.   Fortunately the grocery store was only a few blocks away.   We had a small but decent home in a decent neighborhood when she came and she slept with us for the first year like they all did.   She got to ride in the wagon everytime of course.  Her older sisters had to trudge sometimes if the room was tight or they were fighting too much over the space.   I would do the big shopping run on the weekends to help out.  The one car we had was a Volkswagen bug, blue and white.   We managed to move to another house that my dad built for us on the other side of town.  It had some steep stairs to the study below.  It was a split level house.   She was only at 2 when we moved there.   My wife insisted I install one of those gates on the doorway to downstairs to prevent her from taking a dive down the stairs.  I knew we would always have our hands full when it wasn’t long at all before she was trying to climb over it or figure out how to unlock it.  With help from her older sisters of course.

She had a knack for picking the clothes or toys that would become her talismans or favorites.   I remember her devotion to Stretch Henderson  a little doll-like figure that you could stretch this way and that.  She carried that sucker everywhere for at least a couple of years.   She was a pretty good baby though and not colicky like her oldest sister.   She had a beaming smile that always made it hard to tell her no even when that was best and as an ankle-biter she developed the art of bargaining and negotiating to get her  way on matters.   That should have been a real clue she would have a strong and independent personality.    Her other favorite was her red cowboy boots.  I mean she wore them all the time,even to bed sometimes,  and literally wore them out.   No matter how she was dressed she wanted to have the boots whether  we were going to Church or Sunday dinner out.   They were definitely her trademark.   When she was a bit older she was the first one to have a “boyfriend” when she was about 13 and we didn’t know how to deal with that.   It was harmless of course but as a dad I wasn’t ready for that.   She was a heck of a soccer player.  They all were pretty good.  She had that intimidation factor though.  She could be relentless and fearless and often the other team’s players would back off of her.   One way or another when the time came I managed to get a car for all of them at 16.  She wanted a jeep!  Now I ask you how many teenagers want a jeep but that was her request so like an idiot I got one.  It was a hard top.  The kind where you can put the top on or remove it and go topless (the jeep dodo, not the girl).  I was assured it was easy to remove and replace.  Yeah,  right. You had to undo several bolts and and then lift it off.  It was heavy and awkard to move.  It really needed two people to do it.  But you can imagine how much help I got.   Inevitably she was busy or whatever and I did it by myself.  I would have to bend down very low and lift the thing on my back the walk and climb up over the end of the jeep and place it and then attach all the bolts.  Naturally, it seemed every time we took it off then rain would come and it had to be replaced within a day or so.   I about wore myself out doing that.  But it was a good vehicle and served her well for several years.  She did make quite the statement I will admit pulling up in  her jeep with friends in tow and her hair flowing.   She was tough on the outside but to this day has one of the most tender and caring hearts.

I only wish you can have such memories if you are still raising your family or if they are gone then that you have your own recollections of children that assuage the sometimes frightening footsteps of passing time.   Believe it or not there are still three more to cover and that will happen.

God Bless and vaya con dios.

I remember the bicentennial celebration in 1976 with all the kids.  It was a wonderful holiday and of course many special events occured to mark the occasion.  They were all still young but even they realized that it was different.  It was my most fun 4th ever.  I still remember watching all those tall ships and other sailing craft moving about New York harbor on TV and the fireworks were the best ever.

Leave a comment

Filed under Culture, history