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Remember When

  • Daddy was a man of his word

    I reckon time does heal old Sears & Roebuck wounds. Me and my secondhand bicycle became almost inseparable. 

    It sure made running to the store for Mama a whole lot faster. 

    Through the years that old bike had several paint jobs. Shucks, right after the war, it sported shiny chrome fenders and chain guard.

    Maybe I was getting carried away by those Saturday morning cowboy movies.

    Mama was no longer makin’ Bill Whitesell go to the picture show with me. 

    I was getting older. 

  • My used bicycle pedals lessons

    Christmas 2011 has passed, but in reflecting on the past year, it’s an appropriate time to recall Mama’s words from 1941. She made it a point to remind her only son that I should always be grateful, regardless of circumstances.

    “Be thankful of any and all gifts under the tree,” she said.

    That’s as true now as it was then, especially after I showed my selfish streak on that Christmas Day 70 years ago. 

  • I always know when I am at

    Although Daddy would’ve argued this point some 60 years ago (at times), I’ve always prided myself in having my head on pretty straight.

    I don’t get all crossed up about situations. 

    Most of my miscues and snafus can be attributed to situations out of my control. This includes accidents to family members and stuff like people stealing my newspaper out of the box.

  • Christmas officially on the way

    Inspiration can come from the strangest of places. Take these two boxes, uh...box and a half of chocolate-covered cherries I’m staring at. 

    For me, this early gift, from my daughter, Kathryn, is a sure sign that Christmas is on its way.

    Before I could get one of the boxes open, my great-granddaughter, Madison, 3, came tearing through the house screaming at the top of her lungs.

    “Nana (Kathryn) fell off the ladder,” she said.

  • Let's keep enjoying the memories

    I’m feelin’ pretty good these days, with the gutter-cleaning mishap behind me. But that’s not why I’m feeling rather spry. 

    I’ve had numerous folks contact me this week, telling me how enjoyable “Remember When” has become for them. In my case, numerous means more than three.

    I share a special bond with any reader who gets a chuckle over some of my childhood escapades or better yet, can close his eyes and snicker about  doing the same sort of thing.

  • Highway turnoffs can be confusing

    Most of us have had an experience or two that we really can’t figure out. 

    I was reminded that I as watched and read about the tornado in neighboring York County on Nov. 16 that took three lives.

    All it takes is something like that to bring forgotten memories to mind.  

    Married servicemen often find it tough to secure housing for their families when reporting to a new duty station. 

    I was no different.

  • Naming the turkey is a bad idea

    – Editor’s note: Due to overwhelming reader requests, we are reprinting this Remember When column, which was originally published in the Nov. 19, 2006, edition of The Lancaster News. The story of Jim the turkey has indeed become a Thanksgiving tradition at The Lancaster News.

     

    I don’t know if it was tradition or custom, but a couple weeks before “Big Thursday” or Thanksgiving Day, me and Daddy journeyed down to Tradesville to pick up our big ole gobbler.

  • I went into the wrong profession

    For years, there were two vacant lots between our house and the one where the family of building contractor Mr. Barney Gardner lived. 

    Those overgrown fields were the setting for many adventures such as fighting wild animals in the jungle or standing off an Indian attack on the prairie.

    But all good things eventually come to an end. One of the fields disappeared when Mr. Ned Gregory, Sr., and his wife Mrs. Lucille, built a two-story brick house next door to us.

  • Between season is now here

    Cool mornings and warm afternoons pretty much sum up the weather on Chesterfield Avenue this week. We wrapped up a few of the big pears in tissue paper and placed them in a corner of the back porch. 

    Those pears will taste just right around Thanksgiving.

    The talk of the town was politics, chewing tobacco, elephants and airplanes, depending on what circle you ran with.

  • Stand up, be quiet for our veterans

    – Editor’s note: Mr. Evans is taking a well-deserved break this week. We are reprinting this Remember When column, which was originally published in the Nov. 8, 2008, edition of The Lancaster News. It is especially timely with Veterans Day observance on Friday. 

     

    At one time, the significance of Nov. 11 – Veterans Day – wasn’t lost on anyone.