Yump! The "good ol' days"....what were we thinkin'??? My g/g/mammy used to go out to the chicken yard every Sunday morning and wring a coupla chickens' necks, bring 'em in and put 'em in boiling water to loosen the feathers for pluckin'....then pluck 'em and cut 'em up for fryin' for Sunday Dinner.....cakes were made from "scratch" and butter was churned at home until they came out with "oleo" which we had to walk down this huge hill to the store on the highway for and had great fun treckin' back up the hill, squishing the yellow color "button" around in the plastic bag the oleo came in till it melted and colored the whole package of oleo....my g/g/mammy's "chamber pot" was off limits and I recv'd a "thimble rappin'" on my head for using it after my cousin scared the bejeepers outa me one night about going out to the outhouse, sayin' there was a huge black taurantula on the seat and NO ONE could talk me into goin' out there after that....I'd rather wet my pants....My girl cousins and I made mudpies outside and played in the rain...and when it wasn't rainin', me and my sisters would turn on the hose and play in the yard, shriekin' with laughter.....we screamed just for the joy of makin' noise, climbed china berry trees, chained necklaces out of clover flowers, wore chameleons clamped on our earlobes for earrings, apothecary jars FULL of home made sugar cookies stood on the floor in front of the bay window in my g/g/mammy's kitchen....and she listened to "As The World Turns" on her radio every day at noon, while perched on a stool at the end of the ceramic tiled kitchen counter, which was never bleached to get rid of the germs, btw....we went barefoot to the chicken yard and coup to gather eggs....and as a teen, I went every Saturday nite to the local Park Canteen, where a live band played 50's and 60's R&R and we jitterbugged up a storm....rarely did anyone have a date, so it was a free for all.....and groups of teens would get in their cars on Friday and Saturday nites and cruise the traffic circle at 11th & College, then cruise the pigstand parking lot, where car hops came and brought burgers, fries, malts and cokes to your cars....or we went to the drive in movie, where mosquitoes DIDN'T eat us alive, and rarely saw the movie, we were so busy socializin' with other teens there or neckin' till the windows on our car fogged up...heheheh
Frannie B