Tag Archives: 1950’s
Sticks and Stones

“Show me your friends, and I’ll know what you are!” ~ Grandma Puffer I remember hearing my dear Grandma Puffer telling me that, and I always believed her.  I can’t…

The Last Trick or Treat

He and his buddy Doug had almost finished filling their shopping bags with tricks and treats and were excited about getting home to see and sort all of the goodies….

Warts and Witches

Several weeks ago, I noticed that I had a ‘wart’ on one of my fingers.  It was tiny – about the size of a pinhead – and certainly nothing to…

New Clothes

Originally published February 28, 2012  I don’t know why, but I still get a thrill buying a new shirt and then wearing it for the first time.  Actually, I get…

My Best Newspaper Job

Originally published January 29, 2013 I remember my first newspaper job but I’m not sure how old I was – I’m guessing I was probably 9 years old.  Actually, it…

Mr. Blair the Milkman

Originally published January 20, 2013 Recently, I was chatting with someone who was complaining that the days were too short.  You know, during the winter months – when it’s dark…

Leaves, Fires, Chestnuts and the “F” Word

I’m going to spend the afternoon raking leaves in the yard. I remember as a young boy, walking home from school with my buddies and playing in the large piles…

Pay Washrooms

Originally published on January 31, 2012 As a young boy in the 50’s, I remember noticing that some of the toilet stalls in the men’s washroom were “pay toilets”, which…