Remember When

  • Remember When: Summer job rolling pennies from Main St. parking meters

    As I’m writing this column, it’s my great-granddaughter’s final day of school in Maryland. She is moving back to Lancaster.
    My daddy firmly believed boys should have summer jobs. I mean in addition to those around the house. Somebody real famous said something about idle minds getting folks into trouble, and Daddy certainly didn’t want me to get into more trouble than I normally did.

  • Remember When: Amid heat of summer, the ice man rolled along

    The sun was boiling. You know, just one of those Carolina scorchers when the air blew in dry gusts and the leaves on the elms between the sidewalk and street seemed to curl up like brittle weeds.
    I had a way of telling time based on the way things usually happened. It felt like about half past two. Of course a better way was listening for the sound of steel horseshoes plopping down on the street pavement. The ice wagon was coming.

  • Remember When: D-Day glued a young boy to the radio

    I enjoy dragging out old situations just so folks nowadays don’t forget. On June 6th, 1951, half of the male graduating class piled on buses to enlist in the armed forces.  America had another war going on.
    That was a big thing for young men my age, but nothing compared to America’s best-kept secret of 1944.
    During the early hours of Tuesday, June 6, 1944, Allied forces stormed the beaches of France. The military invasion of Europe had begun. World War II’s D-Day arrived in a hail of bullets and bombs.

  • Remember When: Marking 65 years with my soulmate

    Editor’s note: Bill and Mary Evans celebrated their 65th wedding anniversary this week. Bill is a member of the Lancaster News family, writing “Remember When” columns since 2006. William B. and Mary Rankin Evans were married May 29, 1951, in Chester. They have two children, Kathryn Stogner and Blake Evans, two grandchildren and four great-grands. We asked Bill to let his mind drift back over 65 years of marriage and give us – and Mary – a glimpse of what he sees.

  • Remember When: My dog Tiger: Practical joker, not-so-fierce tent protector

    Come on, be truthful and tell me when was the last time you saw a boy and his dog walking down the street or along a country road?
    Where are the herds of young folks riding bicycles or walking along with a bamboo cane fishing pole over their shoulder and beside them the best friend in the world, their dog?
    Now, dogs come in all kinds of packages, just like their young masters. I gotta admit, at times, both look pretty scruffy.

  • Remember When: Summer’s here: Clean porches, open windows, stow itchy undies

    The change of seasons was an old family tradition when I was growing up, something that happened the same way every time.
    It would be almost the middle of May, with a few really hot days already, but Mama had her way of doing things and nothing ever seemed to change.
    To tell the truth, I was a-itching and a-sweating, still stuck in my thick, itchy winter underwear. And that wool double blanket was still between the sheets.

  • Remember When: Counting on Blue Horse for a bicycle

    A brand new bike topped my want list. But the bombing of Pearl Harbor just about wiped me out of any hope to have a new bicycle, complete with battery, horn, headlight and custom luggage carrier.
    To this very day, I don’t really believe the government “froze” delivery on all the bicycles that Sears, Roebuck had in stock to help out the war effort.

  • Remember When: Imagination to the rescue on rainy days

    You folks in Lancaster have been lucky with all the sun and warm weather. While visiting in Maryland, I have been basking in the cool breezes and raindrops.
    The last 18 days have each included a shower or two. In a friendly way, the rain isn’t too unpleasant.
    Seems like it always rained on my birthday and Christmas morning, so a fella just learns to do some adjusting.

  • Remember When: Covet thou not Whizzer bikes, cabins, boats, grills and rifles

    He was a retired minister, and his flock was small, but his messages were timely.
    We were making small talk out on the front steps when a fancy new car swoshed by. That baby is way out of my price range, I remarked. Pastor Lynn said, “Sorta makes one covet, doesn’t it?”

  • Remember When: Savor your life in the present, let your mind wander back

    During my relatively long life, I must confess, I have probably stacked up a goodly share of time just sitting and looking. When you tack on a lot of thinking, that surely gets mighty close to laziness.
    Now, I’m not one of those Devil’s Workshop characters who sit around apparently doing much of nothing and end up in trouble.