Remember When

  • Jaw drops open: Available funds are not available

    On my 83rd birthday, I was knee deep in banking problems. At my age, I should be running (make that hopping along) after pretty girls and checking out new  sports cars. But not this day.
    Some years ago, my bank convinced me to move into the computer age. You’ll no longer be bogged down with reams of bank statements and canceled checks, they told me. With just a few strokes on the keyboard and remembering the proper passwords, I had all my banking stuff at my fingertips.

  • Icy weather was more complicated in old days

    Recently I described my Chesterfield Avenue neighborhood as two-story wooden framed homes with wide, breezy porches. Well, that’s not the whole picture.
    The television variety of weather folks didn’t exist back in the days of my youth. In fact, television didn’t exist. We got our weather predications from the Esso Weatherman on WBT radio out of Charlotte.

  • Black window shades, tin-can drives, meals for passing soldiers

    Do you recall school auditoriums where speakers came and told us all kinds of stuff?
    At Chesterfield Avenue Grammar School, we had touring magic shows, the dental show where we all got a new toothbrush and a  tube of Ipana Toothpaste. We had morning chapel, sang “Onward, Christian Soldiers” and closed our eyes for a fast prayer to help get us off the hook for the evil we had done, were doing or maybe were about to do. Seems like the third grade always had a class play filled with silly songs and tap dancing.

  • My big fib in defense of Lancaster

    Now my mama wouldn’t approve of me sharing this chapter of my life with folks. The reason being that it was a great big fib to begin with.
    She might not mind, though, if she saw all the news stories a few years ago about how down and out Lancaster had become, with Springs gone, high unemployment and such. It was spread all over television and in the papers.

  • Remember When: Whole town reined in every child

    Usually, my great-grandson, Steven, spends the weekend with us. To be more specific, he spends his weekend on our computer.
    I have no secrets in cyberworld. Steven has unlocked my passwords, and in doing so, he has unleashed a stalking tiger. As his granny says, “Well, you let him do it, so don’t complain.”
    This boy is only 8 years old, and we do our best to protect him from unsavory individuals and web sites.

  • Mothers make the best snow buddies

    Oh boy, what a surprise! I knew it was cold that day as soon as I popped my bare feet on the cold bedroom floor. The windows were glazed over with beads of moisture. That always happened when it was colder outside than in our house.

  • Store rambling can make your mind ramble, too

    Well, I didn’t get that flu shot as early as I planned. It’s no wonder the sniffling, snorting and lousy feelings have just about gotten the best of me and my bride.
    Out of Klennex, push came to shove and I made the trek to the Walmarts.  

  • Mama’s spring bell is ringing

    There is one thing for sure, spring cleaning comes every year whether you live on a dirt road or a paved road. If doesn’t play favorites, either.
    Seems like mamas and aunts have some kind of little bell built inside of ’em and when the trees bud and the wild onions sprout, that bell starts clanging and there is work to be done.
    Old Man Winter’s cobwebs, dust and mildew are gonna get wiped away.

  • Remember When: Horton pulls off an ‘egg-citing’ street trick

    Editor’s note: This Remember When column was originally published in the June 19, 2008, edition of The Lancaster News. Given it’s relevance to how Main Street and downtown Lancaster was in its heyday, we thought our readers would enjoy reading it again.

    A crowd had already gathered down on Main Street at the Corner Drug Store.

    Something was going on. 

    Sweating men in Panama and flat-top straw hats with rolled-up shirt sleeves were huddled together.

  • Uncle Harry points me in the right direction

    Being a third-grader was hard enough, but with this new war, things were getting out of hand.

    Our Blue Hurricane high school team members seemed to be headed for the armed forces instead of becoming college freshmen.

    The president said on the radio that things would be tough before getting better.

    Gosh, I just couldn’t figure out why we were studying about George Washington cutting down that cherry tree when parents way off in London were busing their children to the countryside to be cared for by unknown folks.