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Remember When

  • 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.  

  • I'll just let ol' Tiger sleep it off

    Lancaster folks were a bit antsy the last week of October 1940.

    All of this war stuff was taking a toll. 

    James Williams of Route 4 and Henry Flynn of Elm Street were among the first soldiers whose draft numbers were drawn from a fish bowl in Washington, D.C., that week.

    It had been a tough week. Friday night’s weather had messed up the football game between Lancaster and Fort Mill. The game ended in a 7-7 tie. Some didn’t go ’cause of the rain and the ones who went were mad about the outcome.

  • They will eventually get used to Halloween

    It’s almost Halloween and it seems I’m the only one in the family who is excited about it.

    Sometimes, my offspring can be a bunch of fuddy-duddies. But that’s OK. I’ll take up the slack for their indifference by setting the mood, just as I did last year.

    With great-grandkids running around under foot and nobody else showing much interest, I figured it was up to me to teach them the intricacies of trickin’ and treatin.’

  • Daddy's driving advice is still good

    One of the marvels of modern society is the ability to read the views of various folks who contribute to newspapers all over the world. In case you missed it, we just celebrated National Newspaper Week.

    According to the latest research, almost 70 percent of your neighbors have read either a printed newspaper or a cyberspace version in the last seven days.

    I think it’s because the old black and white and “read all over” newspaper is still the most trusted source of local news we have.

  • I really dug up our past

    My wife wanted some nice, fresh sand around a flower bed. 

    It was a simple request, and just as any well-intentioned man of the house would do, I managed to postpone it as long as possible. 

    However, my excuse well had run dry. This was one honey-do task I was not looking forward to. 

    At first, I considered a trip to Porter-Belk Lumber Co. for a couple bags of sand. But, hey, that costs money. 

    These days, with all of this green-thinking, recycling is back in style. 

  • I have really lost my marbles

    My idea of shopping usually involves a mall bench. 

    Recently, while sitting on one, itching for the stores to cut out the lights, I spied an electronics store right across from my perch. I couldn’t help but notice young people going in and out of it. 

    You know, sometimes an old man’s curious nature gets the best of me. 

    In my case, that nosiness – uh, curiosity – dates back to summer evenings in 1942. 

  • Aunt Bess's buttons get me through

    Times are pretty lean for a lot of folks right now.    

    I hate to paint a bad picture, but they’re gonna get tougher before we see a turnaround. 

    The stock market is moving like a roller coaster again. 

    Some of us older folks have been on this ride before.

    We have leadership in Washington, D.C., that is capable of giving folks a leg up, but there are others who condemn them for helping the hurting.

  • My luck has got to change sometime

    Bless Pete, the whole house was shaking. No, I’m not referring to the recent earthquake that one of the Buford fellas compared to a washing machine that was acting up.

    It was indeed my granddaughter’s clothes washer acting up.

    Now, it’s safe to say there was some small measure of a family disagreement as to when a new washer would be ordered. 

    I was smart enough to stay out of it. That kind of “ain’t got no dog in this fight” wisdom comes with age.