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Remember When

  • We have to keep pulling together

    According to this week’s national news, the unemployment rate dropped to 9.4 percent last month, which is the lowest rate is some time.
    Yes, it’s true that a few have managed to find jobs, but others have given up the search.
    For some reason, the government doesn’t count people as being out of work when they stop looking.
    For those of us in our 70s, this is the second go-round for this “times are tough” stuff.

  • Next year, things will get better

    Some folks were saying that 1944 was gonna bring changes. For me, those changes got an early start.
    Dec. 25 had come and gone, but Mama decided to take down  the Christmas decorations before the old year ended.
    Now, this was as big deal at our house. We usually kept the tree up until New Year’s Day had passed.
    To be honest, the living room Christmas cedar had seen better days and was shedding all over the hardwood floor.
    When I carried it through the front door that Friday afternoon, more dried needles fell all over the front porch.

  • Never make promises before daylight

     

       

    I was so awake, lying beneath all those double blankets and quilts on the bed in my unheated bedroom. 

    The house was dark and my flannel pajamas had kept me toasty warm during one of winter’s coldest nights 

  • Boredom results in crash landing

    Well, winter is almost here. Now, I like Christmas, but I sure dread all of this cold, nasty weather.
    Days like this aren’t meant for a growing boy. I was made for clear warm days, when I can be outside playing, and out of Mama’s way.
    You know, this dreary weather isn’t lessening my chores at all.
    In fact, Mama, because she’s keeping a closer eye on me, is staying on top of stuff.

  • Time to pull up the covers

    Well sir, sometimes, one has to eat his own words, or at the least take a bite out of ’em.
    That’s what I’ve been doing this week, thanks to the plunging thermometer.
    Now, I gotta admit this “Remember when” stuff is a rehash of days long gone by.
    You remember? We were young. Life wasn't so complicated and folks didn’t jump off the deep end over things of little or no consequence.
    Bless Pete, when the weather got cold, I slipped on flannel pajamas and crawled down beneath that double wool blanket to stay warm.

  • Fruitcake time is around the bend

    The mere mention of fruitcake can cause many a face to frown and crinkle.
    My mug isn’t one of the them. To me, a slice of homemade fruitcake is the crowning touch to a cup of piping hot coffee.
    Many of you have been done in by those poor, mass-produced, poor-excuse-for-fruitcakes sold by retailer merchants.
    You know, I can understand your disdain.
    Each year, my late Uncle John of Evans Oil Company would dole out those Georgia-made concoctions to his regular customers as a show of holiday cheer.

  • Stand up, be quiet for our veterans

    – Editor’s note: Due to requests from our readers, we are reprinting this Remember When column, which was originally published in the Nov. 9, 2008, edition of The Lancaster News.

    At one time, the significance of Nov. 11 – Veterans Day – wasn’t lost on anyone.  
    Of course, World War I ended years before I was born, but Uncle Harry made sure I was well-schooled on what he called the Great War or the War to End All Wars.
    There was a bunch of World War I soldiers around, too.

  • Teachers are a strange breed

    It was late October. The leaves were slowly turning colors, but the days were still sunny and warm.
    I was up and at it for another day of school and could smell hot buttered toast coming from the kitchen.
    I walked in to find some Merita and a bowl of Wheaties waiting for me on the white enameled table.
    Momma was scurrying about to making sure I’d be at school on time. Shucks, school was only three houses up the street. I seriously doubt I would be late, but I could never convince her of that.

  • Avoid the seed house if possible

    Most of you reading this right now know I don't claim to be a newspaper reporter.
    I just like to share a few childhood memories the way I remember them.
    For me, the exact dates that stuff happened is as hard to recall as an incumbent's voting record in Washington, D.C.
    Talk about being in the right time at the right place, we had been reading “The Legend of Sleepy Hollow” about the Headless Horseman who roamed the New England countryside.

  • Put the genie back in the bottle

    Looking back, if I had a brownie for every time I have uttered “if I could live my life over, I wouldn’t make the same mistakes” phrase, I could pick the penny counter clean inside Mr. Dunn’s place.

    Yes sir, we’ve all said it plenty of times. But in reality, if we could live it over again, we’d surely make some of the same errors and surely wished we hadn’t.

    Now think about this; you’re standing on a sandy beach and a bottle washes ashore beneath your bare feet.