Sentimental Sunday (3)

I wasn’t sure where I was going to go with this this week.  I think I mentioned this before, but when we played outside, we weren’t confined to our own yard.  We were always playing in either yard or driveway of our neighbor’s house.  Even when the one neighbor moved and the new people put up a fence, they told us that we could come over anytime and showed us where the gate was.

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Sentimental Sunday’s

Well, I think I have a new theme for Sunday’s.  Sentimental Sunday.  I write a bit about my childhood and you get to know a little bit more about me.  Anyone want to join me?

We had a creek that went along the back property line of our old house.  We moved in 1986 or 1987 to the house that my parents currently live in.  Anyway, we had a creek run along the back property line of our house.  The hospital and nursing home was on the other side.  The bank on our side is the lower side and flooded frequently.

We would play in the creek for hours upon hours.  Walking in it during the hot days on summer or trying to catch minnows.  Jumping across it other days.  Following the creek behind the other houses would be the short cut to school.  There was a little bridge (probably not much more than a railroad tie) behind another neighbors house.  Since we knew all the neighbors, it wasn’t a big deal to be walking in the backyards.

One of my friends lived near the end, where the water went under the ground, so we played at that point most of the time.  We would collect the river rocks but we never went in the tunnels.  I’m pretty sure we played barefoot when we were in the creek.  Because we were constantly barefoot, our feet were pretty tough.  I was always stepping on the pricky’s in our yard. 

Okay.  I’ve rambled on long enough.  Thanks for reading

a sentimental bike ride

The other night, while I lie awake in bed, I was thinking about the differences of growing up in the 2000’s and in the 1980’s.  Mainly walking/riding to school.

I grew up in a small town, population around 5,000 on an oil and chip road with no sidewalks.  I remember walking to school (either by myself or with a friend) in 2nd grade.  Possibly even 1st grade.  We didn’t live very far away, maybe half a mile, so it wasn’t a big deal.  I know that nowadays I wouldn’t let my son walk to school at that age.

Soon I went to the Jr. High School.  That was on the other side of town and I was determined to walk home.  It was about a mile and a quarter.  For a 5th-6th grader, that was quite a distance!  I also remember riding my bicycle to school.  On the days that the chance of rain was 30-40% and I rode, I would bring plastic bags and rubber bands to put over the gears and brakes!

I remember that it was a big deal to be able to ride my bike on State Street.  It was a fairly big road for the small town.  It was also the quickest way to the library.  I had baskets on the back of my bike and I almost always filled them with books.  We also rode our bikes to the pool when we were old enough. I do remember one summer, we rode our bikes to Allerton Park.  For us, that was a big deal.  That was about a 5-6 mile ride.  No biggie these days, but it was a HUGE deal!

So what happened to bike riding?  I got my driver’s license and I didn’t ride my bike anymore.  I started driving everywhere.  I did bike a little bit here and there, but nothing like I had before.  I do wish I had taken my bike to college.  That would have saved a bit of mon,ey parking aggravation and I would have gotten a bit more exercise too.

aaaaaaaaaaargh!!

Stupid Cubs.  They folded like a cheap suit.  Fell like a house of cards.  They choked and no one was there to perform the Heimlich maneuver.  The team with the best record in baseball gets swept out of the playoffs.  AGAIN.
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Where were you…

… when the world stopped turning?  I was in the hospital, recovering from an RF ablation to straighten up my heart from experiencing PVC’s.

Mom was in my room with me.  We hadn’t turned the TV on, as I was waiting to be discharged.  My sister called my Mom FREAKING OUT.  So we turned on the TV.  At the time, my step dad was stationed in the Pentagon.  Luckily for us, he was across the river at Coast Guard Headquarters.  He was able to make two calls, the first to his parents letting him know that he was okay.  The second to Mom to tell her don’t come back.
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F F Friday (15)

Today is Franny Floral Friday.  This post is in honor of her.  Saintseester hostessed.  🙂

My Grandma slipped away from us Tuesday after around 3:45.  She had many strokes in the two years that she had been in the nursing home.  She refused to eat or drink anything the last week and half or so.  It was sad for us, but also a welcome relief for her.  She was 93 and reunited with her husband, GK.
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The 80’s

This is my additional take on the you know your from the 80’s.  This is the stuff that I rememb er that always seems to get left off of the lists.  😀

… When anyone asks, “Who are you going to call?”  You reply, “Ghostbusters!”
… You reply “Helloooo.  McFly” to anything.
… When someone asks, “You know what?” you have to pause a minute before you reply back, “Chicken butt.”
… When you’re making anything with broccoli, you start singing, “Chopping Broccoli”.
… Whenever you buy a hamburger that’s more bun than burger you ask, “Where’s the beef?”
…  You sing the “extra” words when you hear “Mony, Mony” or “American Pie” on the radio.
…  You know where this quote came from.  “Time?  Time?  I never have any time?  If I don’t pass my geometry test, I won’t get good grades.  If I don’t get good Grades, I’ll never get into Stanford.  I’m so Excited!  I’m so scared.”  This isn’t the exact quote, but I coulodn’t find it
…  When you finish a 6 pack, you still cut the rings apart.
…  Finish this quote, “Galaxy Glue, Galaxy Glue.”  Now name the movie!
…  You never want to live on Elm Street.  No matter how much you like the house.
…  You have a fear of “static” on the television.
…  You tried to stay up late enough to watch “Friday Night Videos”
…  You tried to stay up late enough to watch the station go off the air.  (Now we get endless info-mercials)
…  When you hear the Nutcracker March, you start singing, “Smurfberry Crunch is fun to eat; A Smurfy, fruity, breakfast treat; Made by Smurfs so happily; It tastes like crunchy Smurfberries; it’s fun to eat and tasty too; in berry red and Smurfy blue”
…  The name Mike Myers either conjures up fear or fits of laughter.

Here’s a fun computer version of Do you remember….

… when saving a file, you had only 8 characters to use to name it?
… writing programs… in DOS?
…  WYSIWIG?
… word perfect 2.0?  Lotus 1-2-3 & dB IV?  (Do I have that last one correct?)
… 5 1/4 inch floppy disks?
… having to tab through everything because there was no mouse?