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Remember When

  • I think it's going to be a busy day

    We all yearn for a little relaxation. When it finally gets here, we search for an outlet to occupy the time that we have so eagerly awaited.

    In other words, what in the world are we gonna do to pass the time?

    Over the years, the government has enacted safety laws that prevent today’s young folks from enjoying a bunch of stuff I had fun experiencing.

    I’ll bet that out there somewhere, there’s some sort of rule or regulation that says you can’t lie on the grass and gaze into the heavens.

    As a youngster, I loved looking up.

  • Gardening was meant to be simple

    One recent morning – as four or five snowflakes cast a film over the sidewalk – I relaxed with sips of hot coffee after reading the newspaper,  and pondered plans to wish my son, Blake, a happy birthday.

    You know, our second-born isn’t a little fella who romps through the house in muddy shoes on days like this any more.

    The years have flown by, or so it seems. Soon, I’ll be 76.

    Thank goodness, I happened across this newspaper article about folks growing vegetables in small plots.

  • Uncle Harry was a good booger

    I was standing in the produce aisle at the grocery store digging through the banana table in search of a nice, ripe bunch.

    This fella comes up to me and clears his throat.

    “You Evans?” he asked.

    “Yep, that’s me,” I shot back. “What can I do for you?”

    “You sure are fascinated with boogers,” he gruffly said. “Seems to me that you like talking about them a right smart bit.”

    Well, yeah, I silently thought.

  • Being a great grandpa is easy

    Close friends (and most folks in general) know that my wife and I have been blessed with a couple of great-grandchildren, one of each species.

    The little boy is 15 months old and the little girl joined the family about five months ago. He lives in Lancaster and she lives in Old Line State (that’s Maryland).

    Our granddaughter in Maryland is having a tough time finding a spot in an infant day care facility for her latest addition.

  • Movies keep me up with the times

    As spring got warmer, things got busy with school and such.

    All of that reading, writing and arithmetic temporarily pushed back my plans to build a British Spitfire out of cardboard gleaned from behind the Parr Brothers’ Furniture store.

    I didn’t like it, but I had to wait until summer vacation to assemble my English fighter plane.   

    Now you may ask why I had my heart set on a British Spitfire. Well, why not?

    One  cold winter Saturday morning, I got lucky.

  • Dull knife puts a burr beneath my saddle

    That warm sun has melted away the last traces of snow.

    Mama said the pear tree is starting to bud and the yellow belle bushes are showing some color.

    Why, even the ice man has a little hitch in his giddy-up from making more deliveries in our neighborhood.

    Given this little glimmer of warm weather, I had already been given orders to hose down the wooden lawn chairs stored in the plunder house and to rinse out the bird baths.

    There’s one thing for sure, I thought, as I lugged the chairs outside.

  • Nothing compares to a new baseball glove and bat

    Some days, it pays to be in the right place at the right time. That’s when you hit the jackpot, like I had just done on a hot summer afternoon.

    Yes sir, my curious nature had turned into solid gold.

    I was walking along the railroad tracks between Market Street and the Depot when some men slid open the big doors on one of those black warehouses.

    Their actions got my full attention, seeing how I had never seen anyone going into one of those buildings before.

    I always wondered what, if anything, was stored inside.

  • Fifty cents and a cake payday was a big deal

    The house next door looked a little different after it was renovated into apartments.

    I spent a good part of the day watching the new tenants move in.

    The man was young and he spoke to me, which got us off to a good start.

    When darkness fell, they drove away and it was several days before they made it back.

    I was outside playing when a Merita bread truck pulled up in the driveway next door.

    That truck sure is something, I thought. You didn’t get to see very many genuine bread trucks up close in our Chesterfield Avenue neighborhood.

  • Banana pudding lessens the sting (a little)

    Boy, I was hurting. Daddy had just given me one of his better whippings.                     

    I was wearing overall pants (blue jeans), but that didn’t matter very much. His leather belt seemed to cut right through to my bare legs.

    Like a lot of fellas, I got away with more than I should have.

    But this time, it was different.

    Why?

  • Date of infamy changed our lives

    I was pretty cranky on the morning of Dec. 7, but it was justified.It seems that our national media had forgotten all about what happened on another Sunday morning some 67 years ago and how it changed our lives forever. I haven’t forgotten that day and I never will.

    In about 90 minutes’ time that day, about 2,400 Americans were dead, more than 1,100 were wounded and 18 ships were sunk during the Japanese sneak attack at Pearl Harbor.