Wednesday, December 31, 2014
Tuesday, December 30, 2014
"THE GRIM REAPER HAS AGAIN INVADED----."
The following is excerpts from the obituary of my great-grandfather, William Schultz, who was born in Germany and lived most all of his life in the Laurel, Iowa area.
OBITUARY-SCHULTZ
(October 21, 1858--March 4, 1912)
"THERE IS A REAPER WHOSE NAME IS DEATH AND WITH HIS SiCKLE KEEN HE REAPS THE BEARDED GRAIN AND THE FLOWERS THAT GROW BETWEEN.'
The grim reaper has again invaded our community , taking from our midst one of our best known citizens. William Schultz, a man who, for a quarter century, had been identified with the stock buying business. Mr. Schultz, who died at midnight Monday March 4, had been very ill for about three weeks. And, while his death was not unexpected, it nevertheless came as a shock to those who had known him for so many years.
Mr. Schultz was born in Germany October 21, 1858, and came to this country with his parents when but 5 years of age, and in this vicinity he had spent practically all of his life. In 1888 he was united in marriage to Miss Minnie Gummert and to them were born three children--Mrs. Henry H. Smith,(Minnie Marie), who resides northeast of Laurel, William Shultz Jr. who lives at home, and George Schultz, who died in infancy.
Mr. Schultz is also survived by his aged mother, Mrs. Marie Schultz and three sisters, Mrs. Dora Stallbaum of Emerson, Nebraska, and Mesdames Carl Buhrow and William Lukehart of this neighborhood.
Mr. Schultz was a kind husband and father and a good neighbor and had gained many friends through his long residence here. He had witnessed the development of Laurel and was always ready to assist in any worthy cause. In his home he will be sadly missed and the sympathy of our people is extended to the bereaved wife and children.
Reverend L. E. Gallagher delivered a comforting address from the Methodist Church at 1 o'clock Thursday afternoon. The flowers were exceeding numerous and beautiful. Pieces were sent by the various organizations to which both Mr. and Mrs. Schultz belonged and also by the National Livestock Commission of Chicago, with which Mr. Schultz had been affiliated for so many years.
Interment took place in the burial ground west of Laurel beside the grave of his infant son. Those present from a distance were Mrs. Dora Stallbaum and son Lewis of Emerson, Nebraska, J. K. Patton and S. H. Reilly of Marshalltown, Rev. and Mrs. L. E. Gallagher of Green Mountain, Charles and Herman Gummert, brothers of Mrs. Schultz, William Schauft, a brother-in-law, all of Renville, Minn., and August Gummert and wife, the former an uncle of Mrs. Schultz, from near Ferguson.
Card of thanks---To the friends and neighbors who through the illness and death of our loved one rendered so many kind services, for the beautiful floral tributes and for the many expressions of interest and and sympathy we wish to tender our sincere thanks.--Mrs. William Schultz, Mrs. Henry H. Smith, William Schultz, Jr.
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Sunday, December 28, 2014
WILLIAM H. SCHULTZ-LAUREL PIONEER
The following was taken from the Laurel Centennial Book in the early 1980's. William Schultz was the father of Minnie Marie Schultz Smith and father-in-law to Henry H. Smith
WILLIAM H. SCHULTZ
October 21. 1858-March 4, 1912
Another pioneer citizen who helped develop Laurel was William H. Schultz, who built a stockyard, office and scale house in the east part town close to the Central railway in 1887. This Laurel Junction was a shipping point for farmers and cattleman for 25 years. He bought cattle, hogs, and sheep the year round.
In those days cattle were driven to the stockyards, the herded into pens, inspected, and ready for shipment. Sometimes farmers who lived close to town drove their hogs to the yards as well. Hogs were not such good travelers as steers and caused many problems. Most of the hogs were hauled to town in lumber wagons. A standard size wagon box could hold from 5 to 6 (200 lb.) hogs, in one trip. Many times after a hard rain the dirt streets would become axle deep and stay that way until the streets dried up or froze, leaving deep ruts.
Whenever this would happen, and the roads became muddy or soft in the spring, the wagons would sink almost hub deep. We have been told there was a well and tank to water the horses after a long hard haul.
William was a hustler in buying stock, and always paid top prices. Cattle bringing $6.00 per cut was a big price in those days. By 1895 he had a good business and he had the confidence of the farmers. He drove a team of pacers to buy his livestock in the country.
Sometimes, another livestock buyer by the name of John Vancise of Baxter met at the same farm. The race would be on to get to the next farm first. We are sure the pacers had the advantage.
He still was the stockyard dealer in 1911 and passed away in 1912. When trucks came into use, the rail company dismantled the yard and scales.
In those days cattle were driven to the stockyards, the herded into pens, inspected, and ready for shipment. Sometimes farmers who lived close to town drove their hogs to the yards as well. Hogs were not such good travelers as steers and caused many problems. Most of the hogs were hauled to town in lumber wagons. A standard size wagon box could hold from 5 to 6 (200 lb.) hogs, in one trip. Many times after a hard rain the dirt streets would become axle deep and stay that way until the streets dried up or froze, leaving deep ruts.
Whenever this would happen, and the roads became muddy or soft in the spring, the wagons would sink almost hub deep. We have been told there was a well and tank to water the horses after a long hard haul.
William was a hustler in buying stock, and always paid top prices. Cattle bringing $6.00 per cut was a big price in those days. By 1895 he had a good business and he had the confidence of the farmers. He drove a team of pacers to buy his livestock in the country.
Sometimes, another livestock buyer by the name of John Vancise of Baxter met at the same farm. The race would be on to get to the next farm first. We are sure the pacers had the advantage.
He still was the stockyard dealer in 1911 and passed away in 1912. When trucks came into use, the rail company dismantled the yard and scales.
WHEN PICNICS WERE PICNICS!
The other day I ran into a newspaper clipping about a family picnic gathering of years ago. As a youngster, I remember going to family summer picnics and ones like the Federated Club picnic, and my sister, Doris, remembers the Irish picnics that were held many years ago. These picnics were a big deal. Some like the Gummert family picnics are still quite popular.
Most just fade away as families grow apart in distance and interest. Things just change. The following clipping is from the late 1940's and was held northeast of Laurel, Iowa.
Most just fade away as families grow apart in distance and interest. Things just change. The following clipping is from the late 1940's and was held northeast of Laurel, Iowa.
Families Gather At Smith Park
The annual Smith-Cooper-Ferguson reunion was held Sunday at Smith park near Laurel. L. Wayne Smith of Marshalltown was named president of the group with other officers as follows: Mrs. John Laverty, Laurel, vice president, and Mrs. Harry Ferguson, Laurel, secretary.
The next reunion will be June 18, 1950,at Smith park, it was announced. Nancy Smith, daughter of Mr. and Mrs. Vernon Smith of Marshalltown, was the youngest member present, and the eldest was D. E. Bruch of Ferguson.
Those coming the greatest distance were Mr. and Mrs. Richard Smith and Mr. and Mrs. Howard Scott of Valley Springs, S. D
**Worth noting is that the treed park and the Smith Museum that I remember as a youngster are no longer there.
The next reunion will be June 18, 1950,at Smith park, it was announced. Nancy Smith, daughter of Mr. and Mrs. Vernon Smith of Marshalltown, was the youngest member present, and the eldest was D. E. Bruch of Ferguson.
Those coming the greatest distance were Mr. and Mrs. Richard Smith and Mr. and Mrs. Howard Scott of Valley Springs, S. D
**Worth noting is that the treed park and the Smith Museum that I remember as a youngster are no longer there.
Saturday, December 27, 2014
THE BEST POPCORN EVER!!
This past week, while helping a lady put her groceries in her trunk, I noticed an old pressure cooker also sitting in the back. She had just purchased it at a nearby antique store and was going to use it for making popcorn as she was in the habit of doing and she was on her second or third one.
Who would of believed that you could run into someone that makes popcorn exactly the same as myself. For years, no decades, I have made popcorn that way. A little vegetable oil, then a cup of yellow popcorn, normally, and then tighten the lid but not as to seal it. With some steady shuffling back and forth on the stove top you have the best and moist popcorn you will ever eat in your lifetime.
By now, I am on my third popcorn pressure cooker. It's always fun to buy a different one from time to time at an auction or antique store. You can have that so-called stuff you make in a micro-wave or that air pop fluff. No sir! Give me the real mccoy in something from a by-gone era!
Who would of believed that you could run into someone that makes popcorn exactly the same as myself. For years, no decades, I have made popcorn that way. A little vegetable oil, then a cup of yellow popcorn, normally, and then tighten the lid but not as to seal it. With some steady shuffling back and forth on the stove top you have the best and moist popcorn you will ever eat in your lifetime.
By now, I am on my third popcorn pressure cooker. It's always fun to buy a different one from time to time at an auction or antique store. You can have that so-called stuff you make in a micro-wave or that air pop fluff. No sir! Give me the real mccoy in something from a by-gone era!
REAL NEWS OR JUST CHEESECAKE!
Recently, I decided to re-instate my extended cable with all the sports on during the holiday's and just getting bored , I guess, with regular T.V.
One thing I ran into right away was Fox News Channel and MSNBC News Channel. I did enjoy watching both from time to time as I found a lot of humor in watching such extreme news coverage in these two stations.
Without getting in to it very deeply, the one thing that really stood out was the female reporters and anchors on FOX. Most all of them were blond, extremely attractive, and dressed, in some cases, provocatively. The first night I tuned in, there was a newscaster lady dressed with an outfit that looked like saran wrap and was showing everything she had to please the guys from head to toe. I think she was talking about the Ebola outbreak, or maybe it was about the recent happenings in Ferguson, Missouri. Couldn't really tell you as I seemed to have been distracted.
At least it was all "fair and balanced!"
FRIENDS REUNITE!!
Three friends, in their fifties, hadn't seen each other for many years and decided to meet at Hooter's. They met again when in their sixties at a local Olive Garden. Many years later, in their seventies, they decided to go to Hooter's, as they hadn't been there before!!
Tuesday, December 23, 2014
WILLHEMINA MARIE FREDERICKA!
Several years ago, in the early 1980's my grandmother, Minnie Schultz Smith, was interviewed for the Laurel Centennial Book I would like to share the interview again during this holiday season of 2014.
WILLHEMINA SCHULTZ FAMILY
I Willhemina Marie Fredericka Schultz was born May 25, 1889, the oldest of three children born to William August Frederick and Johanna Wilhelmine Gummert Schultz in Laurel, Iowa in the house my father built which still stands and is occupied by Laura McDowell.
Both of my parents were born in Germany and came to Laurel area in the mid 1880's. I grew up and was educated in the Laurel school until I finished ninth grade. My father was a stock buyer (livestock) and at an early age I knew all about cattle and hogs. A good price for cattle was $3.00 a hundred and hogs $5.00 a hundred.
I was married in a pretty home ceremony at my parents home April 3, 1907 to Henry Harry Smith, son of David Wesley and Sarah Ellen Birks Smith, who farmed 3 1/2 miles north and east of Laurel. For our honeymoon we took the train to Newburg and then to Marshalltown for 50 cents.
We were the parents of five children:
Vernon William-born November 4, 1908
Vivian Sara- born April 11, 1911
Doris May & Dorothy Fay (twins)- born September 3, 1913
Arnold Linden- born June 11, 1918
Dorothy Fay died at the age of six months of pneumonia
Vernon, Vivian, and D. May graduated from Laurel High School and each received special recognition for a perfect record attendance for their four years of high school.
I remember as a young girl having the first car going through Laurel. The telephone was only in a very few homes and businesses in the early 1900's. Electricity in the homes was unheard of as well as furnace heated homes. Kitchen ranges were the means of cooking and wood, cobs, and some coal was used to produce heat.
Washing machines were operated by hand. You hauled the water from the well (hand pumped) by bucket fulls and heated in large boilers on the cookstove. When the water began to boil, it was carried to the wash house, again by the bucket fulls, and you were ready for work. The rinse water was hauled in by the same method and put into a rinse tub next to the machines, thereby allowing you to rinse your clothes, running them through a wringer also operated by hand.
We received our milk from a nearby farm carrying it in small jugs. Eggs were plentiful during the spring and summer months at 6 cents a dozen. During the winter the price would soar to 12 cents to 24 cents a dozen. We purchased our food supplies such as sugar, flour, salt, and coffee from the Maytag store. Sugar was 5 lbs. for a quarter and was in a paper sack. Coffee was 29 cents a lb. and was ground while you waited.
Mr. Smith died January 7, 1941. My son Vernon died September 26, 1964 and a grandson, Stanley Smith died in Vietnam in May 1968. I have 11 grandchildren and 28 great-grandchildren. I am the oldest living person having been born in Laurel.
*** My grandmother passed away on November 24, 1984 at the age age 95. She formerly resided at 206 N. 1st Ave in Marshalltown, Iowa and had resided at the Marshalltown Manor Nursing Home for the past 2 1/2 years.
We were the parents of five children:
Vernon William-born November 4, 1908
Vivian Sara- born April 11, 1911
Doris May & Dorothy Fay (twins)- born September 3, 1913
Arnold Linden- born June 11, 1918
Dorothy Fay died at the age of six months of pneumonia
Vernon, Vivian, and D. May graduated from Laurel High School and each received special recognition for a perfect record attendance for their four years of high school.
I remember as a young girl having the first car going through Laurel. The telephone was only in a very few homes and businesses in the early 1900's. Electricity in the homes was unheard of as well as furnace heated homes. Kitchen ranges were the means of cooking and wood, cobs, and some coal was used to produce heat.
Washing machines were operated by hand. You hauled the water from the well (hand pumped) by bucket fulls and heated in large boilers on the cookstove. When the water began to boil, it was carried to the wash house, again by the bucket fulls, and you were ready for work. The rinse water was hauled in by the same method and put into a rinse tub next to the machines, thereby allowing you to rinse your clothes, running them through a wringer also operated by hand.
We received our milk from a nearby farm carrying it in small jugs. Eggs were plentiful during the spring and summer months at 6 cents a dozen. During the winter the price would soar to 12 cents to 24 cents a dozen. We purchased our food supplies such as sugar, flour, salt, and coffee from the Maytag store. Sugar was 5 lbs. for a quarter and was in a paper sack. Coffee was 29 cents a lb. and was ground while you waited.
Mr. Smith died January 7, 1941. My son Vernon died September 26, 1964 and a grandson, Stanley Smith died in Vietnam in May 1968. I have 11 grandchildren and 28 great-grandchildren. I am the oldest living person having been born in Laurel.
*** My grandmother passed away on November 24, 1984 at the age age 95. She formerly resided at 206 N. 1st Ave in Marshalltown, Iowa and had resided at the Marshalltown Manor Nursing Home for the past 2 1/2 years.
Saturday, December 20, 2014
A SMITH/SCHULTZ WEDDING 1907
The following is from an announcement in 1907 of a local newspaper of the marriage of my grandmother, Willhemina Marie Fredericka "Minnie," Schultz to my grandfather Henry Harry Smith. These are always fun to read.
Smith-Schultz
A very pretty wedding was that solemnized Wednesday evening, April 3, at 6 o'clock at the home of William Schultz and wife, when they gave in marriage their daughter, Miss Minnie, to Henry H. Smith. The ceremony was performed by the Rev. L. E. Gallagher, in the presence of about forty of the more intimate friends and relatives. The young couple were unattended, and at the hour appointed took their place beneath a dainty bower arranged in the bay window of the parlor.
The bride was attired in a beautiful gown of silver gray silk with trimmings of white, and carried a shower bouquet of white roses.
An elegant luncheon was served at the conclusion of the ceremony by Misses Ida Weissenburger and Gusta Korte. The decorations throughout the house were of pink and white carnations.
Mr. Smith and wife require no introduction to this community, where both have spent their entire lives.The groom is the son of the late David Smith. Their many friends wish them infinite prosperity and happiness in their wedded life. They will be at home about April 15, in the Cecil Rogers cottage on North Main street.
IT'S TIME TO LIE! YA! THAT'S IT!
Does anyone remember John Lovitz from Saturday Night Live way back when! He was the pathological liar. He was always saying stuff like - "Ya! I just had dinner last night with Oprah! Ya, that's it! That's the ticket!"
It's that time of year when a lot of people start going to warmer climates for the winter. A lady reminded me that she would be taking their Christmas tree down in late March "when they get back." I am not sure from where, but, I'm sure it is somewhere south and warm!
I am tempted, but, probably won't do it. That is to lie to a customer after hearing a little bragging about where they are headed after the holidays. I am thinking about responding with something like; Ya! We probably won't stay quite as late as you are, but, will be headed back from MAUI by the middle of March. It all depends on if the whales are real plentiful or not. Ya! That's it! That's the ticket!" I know it's just sour grapes.
It's that time of year when a lot of people start going to warmer climates for the winter. A lady reminded me that she would be taking their Christmas tree down in late March "when they get back." I am not sure from where, but, I'm sure it is somewhere south and warm!
I am tempted, but, probably won't do it. That is to lie to a customer after hearing a little bragging about where they are headed after the holidays. I am thinking about responding with something like; Ya! We probably won't stay quite as late as you are, but, will be headed back from MAUI by the middle of March. It all depends on if the whales are real plentiful or not. Ya! That's it! That's the ticket!" I know it's just sour grapes.
THERE IS A TIME TO TEXT & NOT!!
At the old Burg Grocery this past week was the following note attached to our paycheck envelope.-------"If you need to adjust your schedule or call in sick, you must CALL IN and speak with the manager on duty! This is NOT something to be texting and will not be accepted!"
Thanks, signed by owner of the store and two managers.
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Obviously the age we live in. Got a chuckle out of it. Sure wasn't
any older employee!
Thanks, signed by owner of the store and two managers.
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Obviously the age we live in. Got a chuckle out of it. Sure wasn't
any older employee!
DEBORAH LAVERTY'S CHRISTMAS STORY OF LONG AGO
One of the most beloved and heart warming family related stories was written by my sister, Deborah Laverty, when she worked at the Sun-Journal newspaper in the Chicago area in 1978. It is hoped you enjoy it as much as sharing it with you.
A long-ago Christmas Eve brings a lasting memory
There would be no money to buy gifts for Christmas. Her mother had told her, her two brothers, and sister early in the holiday season so that they wouldn't be too disappointed when the big day arrived. There wouldn't be enough money for a tree either or the other things that make the holiday special.
It was the mid 1920's and the entire family, except for the father, had moved to the small Midwestern college town so that the eldest child, a son, could go to school there. The family, which received income from the dad who had stayed behind, had just enough money to pay for the rent and the essentials like food and warm clothing.
Fortunately a small amount of money, an inheritance that had been earmarked for educational use only, was enough for college expenses. And the girl, the youngest daughter in the family, didn't mind the sacrifice that much. It seemed worth it if her big brother , whom she loved dearly, could further his education, and could someday go on to bigger and better things.
But it's hard, especially when you're only a 13-years-old, not to dream a little, even if you're pretty sure those dream won't come true. And it's hard not to get involved in the holiday whirl, especially when it seems the whole world is caught up in the magic and excitement that is prevalent at Christmas.
And one item in the window of a downtown jewelry shop particularly caught the eye of the blond haired, brown eyed girl. It was a green, emerald ring in a lovely tiffany setting and it was the most breathtaking thing that she had ever seen. The price tag said only $5, not a great deal of money, but, to her it might as well have been $100.
She later confided to her big brother that if she could have that ring she wouldn't care if she didn't get anything else. And her brother remembered and smiled to himself and later he started doing some extra odd jobs such as getting up early in the morning to shovel walks or to stoke furnaces for other people.
Christmas Eve finally came and the main comfort was that they were all together under one roof. The father had traveled there from their small nearby hometown and he brought along treats, candy bars for the children and a box of candy for his wife.
The mother had fixed a nice dinner and there were popcorn balls for a treat. There had been better Christmases, but things weren't really all that bad, and, there was always the future to look forward to.
It was about time to go to bed when the oldest son brought out a small, red tissue papered package which he handed to his little sister. She opened the box quickly in anticipation not letting her hopes get to high. Her heart stopped beating. Inside, set off against the black velvet lining, was the emerald ring.
EDITOR'S NOTE: That little girl was my mother and the big brother was my uncle Vernon. And, even though she has had more lavish, more expensive Christmas gifts, few have been as precious.
But it's hard, especially when you're only a 13-years-old, not to dream a little, even if you're pretty sure those dream won't come true. And it's hard not to get involved in the holiday whirl, especially when it seems the whole world is caught up in the magic and excitement that is prevalent at Christmas.
And one item in the window of a downtown jewelry shop particularly caught the eye of the blond haired, brown eyed girl. It was a green, emerald ring in a lovely tiffany setting and it was the most breathtaking thing that she had ever seen. The price tag said only $5, not a great deal of money, but, to her it might as well have been $100.
She later confided to her big brother that if she could have that ring she wouldn't care if she didn't get anything else. And her brother remembered and smiled to himself and later he started doing some extra odd jobs such as getting up early in the morning to shovel walks or to stoke furnaces for other people.
Christmas Eve finally came and the main comfort was that they were all together under one roof. The father had traveled there from their small nearby hometown and he brought along treats, candy bars for the children and a box of candy for his wife.
The mother had fixed a nice dinner and there were popcorn balls for a treat. There had been better Christmases, but things weren't really all that bad, and, there was always the future to look forward to.
It was about time to go to bed when the oldest son brought out a small, red tissue papered package which he handed to his little sister. She opened the box quickly in anticipation not letting her hopes get to high. Her heart stopped beating. Inside, set off against the black velvet lining, was the emerald ring.
EDITOR'S NOTE: That little girl was my mother and the big brother was my uncle Vernon. And, even though she has had more lavish, more expensive Christmas gifts, few have been as precious.
NANCY SMITH'S MEMORIES OF CHRISTMAS LONG AGO
The following story was written by my cousin, Nancy Smith Cockerham, the daugthter of Vernon and Marie Smith. Vernon was my mother's older brother. This writing has always been very special to me, not only because it was superbly written, but, because it is about family, the farm and home where I grew up. Thank you, Nancy!
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FOND MEMORIES OF CHRISTMAS LONG AGO
by Nancy Smith Cockerham
Remembering Christmas Day when I was a little girl, growing up in Iowa, brings back fond memories. In my memory, the drive to Aunt May and Uncle John's farmhouse was as beautiful as any scenic Hallmark Christmas card. As I peered eagerly through the frosted car windows, the cornfields were covered with new fallen snow. The soft snowflakes swirled on the gravel roads as we passed. The air was crisp and clear and filled with anticipation. As we finally turned into their lane, I could see the two rows of enormous pine trees, each bough tipped with snow, protecting the north side of their house. Their elegant, white farmhouse glistened in the morning sunlight reflected off the fresh snow.
Nobody ever used the front door at Aunt May's house. I remember thinking that it must be for decoration. We always entered through the knotty pine back porch, which smelled of fresh pine boughs that were hanging on the kitchen door. The floor was lined with small,, medium and large boots; because guests always took their boots off on the back porch at Aunt May's house. Uncle John's gray coveralls were hanging on a hook on the back porch, which meant he was finished with "chores," and ready to enjoy Christmas Day.
As we opened the kitchen door, the warm aroma of turkey baking in the oven,and freshly baked pies, poured out to greet us. My grandma always gave me a big hug, and she always knew I'd gotten taller since the last time she'd seen me. My aunts all agreed as they shouted a warm greeting to us from their various work stations in the kitchen. The volunteer army of cooks were chattering and laughing as they basted the turkey, peeled the potatoes, and poured the red layer on the Christmas jello.
We were told, "Just put your coats on the bed." We always knew which bed they meant. There was a bedroom, which on Christmas Day, always transformed into a coatroom. The double bed in the center of the room held a mound of multicolored coats and snowsuits adorned with bright colored scarves and mittens. They all snuggled together until it was time to go home again.
As we walked through the dining room, my cousins were putting the finishing touches on the longest dining table I had ever seen. It was covered with a snow-white linen tablecloth and trimmed with Christmas-red linen napkins. The dishes and glasses sparkled in the sunlight shining through the south bay window. The oak cupboard that reached from the floor to the ceiling, and the oak woodwork, had been polished to a warm, rich glow.
Finally, we walked through the wide, oak-trimmed doorway into the living room .Across the room stood the Christmas tree in a semicircle of tall windows, the perfect showcase for a Christmas tree. The top of that magnificent pine tree touched the ceiling; which in my memory, was at least twenty feet high. On the top branches rested an angel, in a cloud of angel hair, sprinkled with gold glitter and gold stars. The ropes of silver garland crisscrossed the huge tree, as if holding the branches snugly in place. The brightly colored ornaments had each been placed with loving care. My eyes were drawn to the tiny bubble lights, which I had never seen before. They looked like a miniature, glass candle perched on each branch, in which tiny bubbles continuously rose to the top. The sun sparkled on the silver tinsel that mysteriously fluttered close to the tall windows. We added our gaily wrapped contributions to the heap of bright packages waiting temptingly under the perfect Christmas tree.
I enjoy remembering my uncles and my dad sitting around the living room relaxing and smoking their pipes and cigarettes, a very acceptable and masculine thing to do in those days. One of my uncles would lift me up with his strong arms and lift me to his lap. Smiling down at me , he would ask, "What did Santa bring you this year?" I still remember the look of love in their eyes as they listened intently while I listed my newest treasures.
Finally, we walked through the wide, oak-trimmed doorway into the living room .Across the room stood the Christmas tree in a semicircle of tall windows, the perfect showcase for a Christmas tree. The top of that magnificent pine tree touched the ceiling; which in my memory, was at least twenty feet high. On the top branches rested an angel, in a cloud of angel hair, sprinkled with gold glitter and gold stars. The ropes of silver garland crisscrossed the huge tree, as if holding the branches snugly in place. The brightly colored ornaments had each been placed with loving care. My eyes were drawn to the tiny bubble lights, which I had never seen before. They looked like a miniature, glass candle perched on each branch, in which tiny bubbles continuously rose to the top. The sun sparkled on the silver tinsel that mysteriously fluttered close to the tall windows. We added our gaily wrapped contributions to the heap of bright packages waiting temptingly under the perfect Christmas tree.
I enjoy remembering my uncles and my dad sitting around the living room relaxing and smoking their pipes and cigarettes, a very acceptable and masculine thing to do in those days. One of my uncles would lift me up with his strong arms and lift me to his lap. Smiling down at me , he would ask, "What did Santa bring you this year?" I still remember the look of love in their eyes as they listened intently while I listed my newest treasures.
Thursday, December 18, 2014
COMING THIS WEEK-END DON"T MISS WONDERFUL CHRISTMAS STORIES!
Be sure to check my Blog Site this week-end (dennisnowandago.blogspot.com) or facebook for two of the best and heart warming family related Christmas stories you will have the pleasure of reading this holiday season. Don't miss and be sure to share with others!
Merry Christmas to all,
Dennis
Merry Christmas to all,
Dennis
LOSING SOMETHING & GOING NUTS!
About three years ago, I lost a large collection of old post cards that was given to me by a dear customer of mine while living in Marshalltown, Iowa. I knew where they should have been, but, of course, they weren't.
You know what happens next. You start turning your whole house up- side down. You start looking in places that logically they wouldn't be. It's like when you lose something small, you will look in old coat pockets that you haven't worn in years.
Keep in mind, I consider myself pretty well organized when it comes to old memorabilia . I am not a hoarder with stuff all over. Most all my special keep-sakes are in plastic tots neatly stacked on one wall in our lower level.
There lies the problem. The other day, I was looking for something in the boxes of treasures, and there they were. All along I was looking for this small cardboard box of cards that they were originally in. To conserve space, I put them in a large zip-lock bag and forget to tag the outside of it. They almost came up and jumped in my lap and bit me. How could I have missed them all this time? One of those mysteries solved!
You know what happens next. You start turning your whole house up- side down. You start looking in places that logically they wouldn't be. It's like when you lose something small, you will look in old coat pockets that you haven't worn in years.
Keep in mind, I consider myself pretty well organized when it comes to old memorabilia . I am not a hoarder with stuff all over. Most all my special keep-sakes are in plastic tots neatly stacked on one wall in our lower level.
There lies the problem. The other day, I was looking for something in the boxes of treasures, and there they were. All along I was looking for this small cardboard box of cards that they were originally in. To conserve space, I put them in a large zip-lock bag and forget to tag the outside of it. They almost came up and jumped in my lap and bit me. How could I have missed them all this time? One of those mysteries solved!
SENSE OF HUMOR-NO LIFE WITHOUT IT!
Humor, laughter, comedy,, smiling, and, those, that can make you smile or laugh, makes this old life more fulfilled.
For years and years, I never went to sleep without watching either the monologue of Johnny Carson or Jay Leno. End the day with humor not the problems of the day. It made sleeping much easier. Also, I always began the day with the comics from the Des Moines Register That was the last thing I read prior to scanning the headlines, sports, and business news. A great way to start the day with a smile or chuckle.
Even in high school, along with collecting R & R records, I was purchasing comedy albums by the likes of Bob Newhart, Johnathan Winters, and Shelley Berman. All in hi-fi vinyl. All classics. The Button Down Mind album of Bob Newhart out sold all other singers and music groups at one time in the early 1960's.
I couldn't get enough of the early television comedians- Sid Cesear, Milton Bearle, George Burns, and, my absolute favorite comedian, Jack Benny. He could just give you his look and make you laugh. My favorite team of comedians were the Three Stooges. No doubt. Slapstick at its best.
Even later, Ernie Kovaks had a television show for a while, He was bizarre, but, funny. Also, I couldn't get enough of Steve Allen. He introduced some of the best comedians of the time like Don Knotts, Tom Poston, Louis Nye, and Bill Dana.
Speaking of Don Knotts, "The Andy Griffith Show" with him always made me laugh. Taxi, M.A.S.H., Cheers, and Seinfeld were all favorites. I especially loved Taxi.
I always surrounded myself around people who had good sense of humor. At one time, there was a fellow I got to know from Boone, Iowa, by the name of Pat O'Connor (sp), He did a little stand-up comedy at places like comedy clubs and the like. Not real big time, but, he could make me laugh until tears rolled down my eyes and stomach hurting kind of laughter. It always made me feel good that I could make him laugh too. We were a regular Frick and Frack.
Again, laughter and a good sense of humor is a big part of life's enjoyments. I will always give a lot of credit to my Uncle Tommy L. Laverty, Uncle Paul Laverty, and my Uncle Arnold Smith. They all possessed a great sense of humor and knew how to really laugh!
For years and years, I never went to sleep without watching either the monologue of Johnny Carson or Jay Leno. End the day with humor not the problems of the day. It made sleeping much easier. Also, I always began the day with the comics from the Des Moines Register That was the last thing I read prior to scanning the headlines, sports, and business news. A great way to start the day with a smile or chuckle.
Even in high school, along with collecting R & R records, I was purchasing comedy albums by the likes of Bob Newhart, Johnathan Winters, and Shelley Berman. All in hi-fi vinyl. All classics. The Button Down Mind album of Bob Newhart out sold all other singers and music groups at one time in the early 1960's.
I couldn't get enough of the early television comedians- Sid Cesear, Milton Bearle, George Burns, and, my absolute favorite comedian, Jack Benny. He could just give you his look and make you laugh. My favorite team of comedians were the Three Stooges. No doubt. Slapstick at its best.
Even later, Ernie Kovaks had a television show for a while, He was bizarre, but, funny. Also, I couldn't get enough of Steve Allen. He introduced some of the best comedians of the time like Don Knotts, Tom Poston, Louis Nye, and Bill Dana.
Speaking of Don Knotts, "The Andy Griffith Show" with him always made me laugh. Taxi, M.A.S.H., Cheers, and Seinfeld were all favorites. I especially loved Taxi.
I always surrounded myself around people who had good sense of humor. At one time, there was a fellow I got to know from Boone, Iowa, by the name of Pat O'Connor (sp), He did a little stand-up comedy at places like comedy clubs and the like. Not real big time, but, he could make me laugh until tears rolled down my eyes and stomach hurting kind of laughter. It always made me feel good that I could make him laugh too. We were a regular Frick and Frack.
Again, laughter and a good sense of humor is a big part of life's enjoyments. I will always give a lot of credit to my Uncle Tommy L. Laverty, Uncle Paul Laverty, and my Uncle Arnold Smith. They all possessed a great sense of humor and knew how to really laugh!
Tuesday, December 16, 2014
ALMOST SAW SANTA!
Our Christmas tree usually stood in a bay window area in our home. It seemed like that was why that area was designed the way it was. I always dearly missed the magic the tree and its lighting provided when it was taken down after the first of the year. It took a while to adjust to the black hole that existed for a time. That feeling still remains today. I fight tooth and nail about taking the tree and all its beauty down prematurely. I always try to have it remain up until my birthday is over at the tail end of January. I haven't won out yet!
One year when I was a little kid, I had the bright idea that if I hid behind the tree on Christmas Eve, then maybe I could witness Santa in action. I quietly came from my bedroom and maneuvered my way behind the tree. After awhile I feel asleep and the next thing I knew someone was picking me up to take me back to bed. I was foiled! I never did come up with another or better plan.
One year when I was a little kid, I had the bright idea that if I hid behind the tree on Christmas Eve, then maybe I could witness Santa in action. I quietly came from my bedroom and maneuvered my way behind the tree. After awhile I feel asleep and the next thing I knew someone was picking me up to take me back to bed. I was foiled! I never did come up with another or better plan.
HEY KIDS DO YOU LOVE THAT BLUE GRASS?
Saturday I was headed to Grinnell to visit my sister. Sometimes, when in the car alone, it's nice to get out some of my favorite CD's and turn up the volume and cruise down the highway.
My picks for this day were a little Cajun and Zydeco. One thing about this type of music, it just makes you feel good and want to tap your feet and clap your hands. I have always said that Cajun is just blue-grass, but, only sung in French. Both Cajun and Zydeco have a lot fiddle and accordion. Zydeco is a little blues and cajun mixed together. I fell in love with a lot of this music at the New Orleans Jazz Festival on a couple of occasions.
Years ago, a friend and I threw a party at our home on Rio Valley Drive in Clive, Iowa. We hired a blue grass band that we had heard about and had them set up in our garage. The great thing about that type of music is you just want to clap your hands and stomp your feet. It didn't matter whether you liked Rock or Country, this music didn't seem to offend anyone.
Even years later, people would come up and say what a great party it was. It was the music. And, we also invited most everyone in the neighborhood!!
My picks for this day were a little Cajun and Zydeco. One thing about this type of music, it just makes you feel good and want to tap your feet and clap your hands. I have always said that Cajun is just blue-grass, but, only sung in French. Both Cajun and Zydeco have a lot fiddle and accordion. Zydeco is a little blues and cajun mixed together. I fell in love with a lot of this music at the New Orleans Jazz Festival on a couple of occasions.
Years ago, a friend and I threw a party at our home on Rio Valley Drive in Clive, Iowa. We hired a blue grass band that we had heard about and had them set up in our garage. The great thing about that type of music is you just want to clap your hands and stomp your feet. It didn't matter whether you liked Rock or Country, this music didn't seem to offend anyone.
Even years later, people would come up and say what a great party it was. It was the music. And, we also invited most everyone in the neighborhood!!
WHAT WAS THE MOTHER THINKING?
This past Monday I was the carry-out for a young woman and her three year old daughter. The little girl was carrying a long sharpened pencil that appeared to have holiday markings on it. Also, the little girl was a little on the frisky side and really wasn't listening to her mother all that much.
When getting to the car, I said to the little girl to be careful with the sharpened pencil. She replied: "Don't you like my pencil?" I replied that I was only concerned for her safety. At that point her mother chimed in by saying: "She knows better!"
When getting to the car, I said to the little girl to be careful with the sharpened pencil. She replied: "Don't you like my pencil?" I replied that I was only concerned for her safety. At that point her mother chimed in by saying: "She knows better!"
Sunday, December 14, 2014
DORIS & DENNIS DO GEORGE STRAIT!
It was the George Strait Concert at Jack Trice in Ames, Iowa in 1999. Doris had called me about going as she had gotten tickets, but, I don't remember who couldn't make it so I was her back-up. Don't get me wrong, I was happy about going because I love live music of any kind. And, besides I was doing something with my big sister and if it made her happy then that was what was important. Even though, I am not a big Country & Western fan.
How hard could it be for me to sit through an evening of C & W. Then I learned the truth. It was an all day deal with eight acts or so and it started in the early afternoon. I should be struck with lightning, but, I talked my sister in to going later in the afternoon and missing an act or two.
When we got there to my surprise, our seats were close to the front in the fifth row center. Doris had shown some real ingenuity and ordered tickets through Ticket Master via Fargo, North Dakota instead of being jammed up through Des Moines or? That a way Doris! A little concert savvy.
Plus, being a beautiful day, there lots of cars to look at since it was sponsored by Chevrolet, lots of interesting displays and even had sweet corn on the cob from somewhere. One of the headliners were the Dixie Chicks and they were easy on the eyes. Yes, Doris you did good! Now I was feeling guilty for not coming from the very beginning. The lesson here is that sometimes when we think that we are NOT going to have a good time-guess what! We do.
The real kicker before George Strait came on, Doris wanted to leave. I got to see all these Country groups and most were more of what I would call Country Rock. I've always said the only difference between new Country and Rock is the accent of the singer and a steel guitar.
Doris kept insisting that we leave to beat the traffic, and, besides she had seen George on other occasions. Go figure!
How hard could it be for me to sit through an evening of C & W. Then I learned the truth. It was an all day deal with eight acts or so and it started in the early afternoon. I should be struck with lightning, but, I talked my sister in to going later in the afternoon and missing an act or two.
When we got there to my surprise, our seats were close to the front in the fifth row center. Doris had shown some real ingenuity and ordered tickets through Ticket Master via Fargo, North Dakota instead of being jammed up through Des Moines or? That a way Doris! A little concert savvy.
Plus, being a beautiful day, there lots of cars to look at since it was sponsored by Chevrolet, lots of interesting displays and even had sweet corn on the cob from somewhere. One of the headliners were the Dixie Chicks and they were easy on the eyes. Yes, Doris you did good! Now I was feeling guilty for not coming from the very beginning. The lesson here is that sometimes when we think that we are NOT going to have a good time-guess what! We do.
The real kicker before George Strait came on, Doris wanted to leave. I got to see all these Country groups and most were more of what I would call Country Rock. I've always said the only difference between new Country and Rock is the accent of the singer and a steel guitar.
Doris kept insisting that we leave to beat the traffic, and, besides she had seen George on other occasions. Go figure!
A MOTHER'S SONG TO HER NEWBORN DAUGHTER
Today while visiting my sister, Doris, she brought out a copy of a song our mother used to sing to her when she was a baby. I would like to share it with you.
Life's Railway to Heaven
Life is like a mountain railroad with an engineer that's brave. We must make the run successful from the cradle to the grave
Watch the curves, the fills, and tunnels. Never falter, never fail. Keep your hand upon the throttle and your eyes upon the rail.
Blessed Savior, Thou will guide us Till we reach that blissful shore. Where the angels wait to join us in that great forevermore.
As you roll across the trestle, spanning Jordon's swelling tide. You'll behold the Union Depot into which your train will glide. There you will meet the superintendent, God the Father, God the Son. With a hearty joyous greetings: "Weary Pilgrims Welcome Home."
Saturday, December 13, 2014
JUST NOT YOUR DAY!
This afternoon while in Grinnell and on my way to visit my sister, Doris, I stopped for a quick burger at Mickey D's. It was pretty uneventful until a big yellow bus rolled in.
Just a few minutes earlier, I heard someone say to another that they could get off and away from the hot grill as soon as the momentary rush was over. I am sure that this poor person was having delusions about getting off in the next few minutes.
Then soon after, I heard the BIG announcement. The bus would be coming in momentarily and then the fun would begin. One minute you're having pleasant thoughts about getting away from that hot grill. The next moment you are headed back to hell and getting prepared for 30 or 40 hungry teenagers each with odd requests. Yup! Sometimes it's just not your day!
Just a few minutes earlier, I heard someone say to another that they could get off and away from the hot grill as soon as the momentary rush was over. I am sure that this poor person was having delusions about getting off in the next few minutes.
Then soon after, I heard the BIG announcement. The bus would be coming in momentarily and then the fun would begin. One minute you're having pleasant thoughts about getting away from that hot grill. The next moment you are headed back to hell and getting prepared for 30 or 40 hungry teenagers each with odd requests. Yup! Sometimes it's just not your day!
THE BIG ISU/HAWKS BB GAME 1987!!
It was December of 1987 and the big game was coming up! A fellow in my Breakfast Club and a head of the Central Iowa Heart Association was always saying that he could get tickets to about anything. It was time to put up or shut up! I wanted to go see my Hawkeyes play the Clones in Ames that coming week-end. ( Saturday, December 19, 1987)
He came through! Not only were these good seats they were fantastic seats. The row right behind Johhny Orr. This were part of Johnny Orr's personal seats. Since we just picked them up at will call and not knowing where they were located, it was sheer luck that I just wore a turquoise sweater and not some obvious Hawkeye gear.
It was televised and I was so excited about where we were seating, I had to let my folks know where we, my ex-wife May and I, could be found. In those days there weren't cell phones yet, as much, so I went to a pay phone and let them know. It was a little awkward in that I felt we couldn't really yell and shout a whole lot out of respect to Johnny Orr. After all, he was a legend and these were his seats. So, we did behave ourselves, somewhat!
The rest was history. La fester Rhoads and a record setting 54 points, beat the Hawks in over-tome 102-100. Even though my team did not win, it was the experience of a life-time. The lesson learned was-It never hurts to speak up and ask! They can only say no! You might be surprised what you receive!
He came through! Not only were these good seats they were fantastic seats. The row right behind Johhny Orr. This were part of Johnny Orr's personal seats. Since we just picked them up at will call and not knowing where they were located, it was sheer luck that I just wore a turquoise sweater and not some obvious Hawkeye gear.
It was televised and I was so excited about where we were seating, I had to let my folks know where we, my ex-wife May and I, could be found. In those days there weren't cell phones yet, as much, so I went to a pay phone and let them know. It was a little awkward in that I felt we couldn't really yell and shout a whole lot out of respect to Johnny Orr. After all, he was a legend and these were his seats. So, we did behave ourselves, somewhat!
The rest was history. La fester Rhoads and a record setting 54 points, beat the Hawks in over-tome 102-100. Even though my team did not win, it was the experience of a life-time. The lesson learned was-It never hurts to speak up and ask! They can only say no! You might be surprised what you receive!
CLONES STICK IT TO THE HAWKS!
There was no doubt from the beginning. The Cyclones were in control most all the way in this match-up. As an avid die-hard Hawkeye, I was impressed that a team without one of there star players could come on to Herkyville and dominate in such a fashion when the Hawks have won 400 games in Hawkeye-Carver.
Die- hard Hawks may want to shoot me, but, when I get the chance to watch and enjoy these guys play I will be tuned in. Yes Sir! There's plenty of loving to go around.
I hope they have a highly successful season and also hope that all can be done for a long time to keep Fred Hoiberg right here in the state of Iowa. Maybe, instead of the Kansas State's and North Carolina's coming in and taking our local talent, we can reciprocate the favors.
Someone needs to remind Fred that the real challenge in his life may be putting Ames and Iowa State on the map as the basketball POWER of our time, not the Dukes and so forth.He could be the man to do it. Anybody like Roy Williams can go from one basketball power to another and succeed! Go Clones! But, Always a Hawkeye.
*******Coming soon. A Johnny Majors meets Dennis story!!
Die- hard Hawks may want to shoot me, but, when I get the chance to watch and enjoy these guys play I will be tuned in. Yes Sir! There's plenty of loving to go around.
I hope they have a highly successful season and also hope that all can be done for a long time to keep Fred Hoiberg right here in the state of Iowa. Maybe, instead of the Kansas State's and North Carolina's coming in and taking our local talent, we can reciprocate the favors.
Someone needs to remind Fred that the real challenge in his life may be putting Ames and Iowa State on the map as the basketball POWER of our time, not the Dukes and so forth.He could be the man to do it. Anybody like Roy Williams can go from one basketball power to another and succeed! Go Clones! But, Always a Hawkeye.
*******Coming soon. A Johnny Majors meets Dennis story!!
CLYDE EDDY'S CHRISTMAS PARTY!
It was many moon's ago, when my brother-in-law, Clyde Eddy, owned an auto engine repair shop in Laurel,Iowa. I've bragged on Clyde before, but, he was probably one of the best auto mechanics in Central Iowa hands down.
It was in the late 1970's, I believe, when during the Christmas season, I drove over to Laurel to stop in on one of his annual Christmas open houses to maybe use the term loosely. There was a few of the usual local good old boys and a few of the "coming back home for Christmas types" like me.
There was always plenty of B.S, being exchanged, the usual jokes and even a little card playing. On this particular day someone had brought in a bottle of home-made "HOOCH."
I'm not sure who brought it in. Supposedly, from Tennessee or Kentucky which makes the story a little better. All I remember was, Bill Brown, an upper classmate of mine at Laurel High and Drake, took a big swallow! He couldn't talk for a good minute or so it seemed.
Boys will be boys! Merry Christmas!
It was in the late 1970's, I believe, when during the Christmas season, I drove over to Laurel to stop in on one of his annual Christmas open houses to maybe use the term loosely. There was a few of the usual local good old boys and a few of the "coming back home for Christmas types" like me.
There was always plenty of B.S, being exchanged, the usual jokes and even a little card playing. On this particular day someone had brought in a bottle of home-made "HOOCH."
I'm not sure who brought it in. Supposedly, from Tennessee or Kentucky which makes the story a little better. All I remember was, Bill Brown, an upper classmate of mine at Laurel High and Drake, took a big swallow! He couldn't talk for a good minute or so it seemed.
Boys will be boys! Merry Christmas!
SUNSHINE-WHERE ARE YOU!
Yesterday, after arriving in the A.M. at the Burg Grocery for work, I stated something like "Where's the sunshine?" A lady customer, named Doris, was coming up an aisle toward check-out, raised her hand and with a cheer said: "Here I am!"
Isn't it great, how sometimes, one little thing or incident can start and make a day a lot better! Doris sure got my Friday off to a great start!
Isn't it great, how sometimes, one little thing or incident can start and make a day a lot better! Doris sure got my Friday off to a great start!
Friday, December 12, 2014
WHAT DID YOU SAY VIVIAN?
During the Christmas season it's hard not to think about some of our family members who have preceeded us. This may be an odd story for this time of year, but, so be it.
My mother and step-dad used to go to my Aunt Vivian and Uncle La Verne's home in Marshalltown on occasion to visit and play a round of the card game Pepper. On this particular day the phone rang and my Aunt went over to answer it in her favorite chair in the southwest corner of the dining room.
After she said hello, there was this dead silence for a moment then all of a sudden out came this--"What did you say you S.O.B.!!!!!!!" Then, evidently there were more expletives very loudly and then Aunt Vivian hung up.Obviously, she was the victim of some sick obscene phone caller.
After this incident happened, I thought about it with a degree of humor. If this sick so and so only knew who he was talking to and would have had to deal with if he met her, I would have been feeling sorry for him. He would have been begging the police to haul him away!
My mother and step-dad used to go to my Aunt Vivian and Uncle La Verne's home in Marshalltown on occasion to visit and play a round of the card game Pepper. On this particular day the phone rang and my Aunt went over to answer it in her favorite chair in the southwest corner of the dining room.
After she said hello, there was this dead silence for a moment then all of a sudden out came this--"What did you say you S.O.B.!!!!!!!" Then, evidently there were more expletives very loudly and then Aunt Vivian hung up.Obviously, she was the victim of some sick obscene phone caller.
After this incident happened, I thought about it with a degree of humor. If this sick so and so only knew who he was talking to and would have had to deal with if he met her, I would have been feeling sorry for him. He would have been begging the police to haul him away!
Thursday, December 11, 2014
HE WAS FAMILY- OUR VIETNAM WAR HERO!
Stan was my oldest male cousin. He was the oldest son of my uncle Vernon and wife Marie Smith. Vernon was my mother's oldest brother and resided on Linn Street in Marshalltown, Iowa.
Stanley Richard Smith was born August 3, 1937 and died May 11, 1968. He was a major in the United States Marine Corps and had returned to Vietnam for a second tour of duty when the jeep in was riding in hit a land mine and cost him his life.
When it happened, I really didn't feel much sadness as I knew that it was what he wanted to do by going back a second time. The difficulty is losing a family member knowing how bright and intelligent he was and without a doubt a bright future ahead. Leaving behind also a loving wife and children, what a waste.
And, yet no matter what our political views are, we must honor and respect those who are willing to give their lives so that the rest of us can live in this great United States of America. Let us never forget them. **See the full profile for Stanley Smith- www.virtualwall.org panel 58E line 026
Stanley Richard Smith was born August 3, 1937 and died May 11, 1968. He was a major in the United States Marine Corps and had returned to Vietnam for a second tour of duty when the jeep in was riding in hit a land mine and cost him his life.
When it happened, I really didn't feel much sadness as I knew that it was what he wanted to do by going back a second time. The difficulty is losing a family member knowing how bright and intelligent he was and without a doubt a bright future ahead. Leaving behind also a loving wife and children, what a waste.
And, yet no matter what our political views are, we must honor and respect those who are willing to give their lives so that the rest of us can live in this great United States of America. Let us never forget them. **See the full profile for Stanley Smith- www.virtualwall.org panel 58E line 026
GLOBAL WARMING! WHY IN MY DAY!
All the hoopla about the environment and global warming I say "Oh shut up!" We have come a long ways in this country and we should be pleased. "Why in my day!" Here we go.
As a personal note, I think about how much we do re-cycle every week at our house. More than half of our stuff is re-cycled. Just at our little grocery store, the amount of cardboard that gets saved and the amount of pop and beer cans alone. Oh My! Gasoline is much cleaner than 50 years ago. I remember the pictures of Los Angeles, those people couldn't breath.
When I was kid in the 1950's, I would spend the night with my cousin's in Marshalltown. During a winter snow there, I remember the following day the snow would be covered with black soot because most people burned coal and didn't have cleaner burning natural gas as today.
Yes, we have come a long way since then But, just like in the 1950's when we would take stuff to dump down to the "ditch," I wonder what most of the people that live out in the rural areas do with their stuff. Then there are the Chinese just getting started!
As a personal note, I think about how much we do re-cycle every week at our house. More than half of our stuff is re-cycled. Just at our little grocery store, the amount of cardboard that gets saved and the amount of pop and beer cans alone. Oh My! Gasoline is much cleaner than 50 years ago. I remember the pictures of Los Angeles, those people couldn't breath.
When I was kid in the 1950's, I would spend the night with my cousin's in Marshalltown. During a winter snow there, I remember the following day the snow would be covered with black soot because most people burned coal and didn't have cleaner burning natural gas as today.
Yes, we have come a long way since then But, just like in the 1950's when we would take stuff to dump down to the "ditch," I wonder what most of the people that live out in the rural areas do with their stuff. Then there are the Chinese just getting started!
MOM & PHYLLIS-THE DUMPOR'S
Telling a story or two about going to the Val Air and Babe's Restaurant in Des Moines, reminded me of one that my mother enjoyed telling one time or six! This one involved she and a neighbor friend, Phyllis Paul.
After my dad died in the early 1950's, on occasion friends would invite mom out to go to a movie, maybe dinner or a to a dance. She did love to dance. On this one occasion, she and Phyllis went to Des Moines for a night out. While having dinner this particular evening, a couple of guys came over to their table and introduced themselves. Mom and Phyllis must have had a game plan figured out if this situation arose.
The girls agreed to meet these "gentleman" at another place known to the ladies. Guess what! They, the girls, never showed up. Then mom would just laugh about that. I would always wonder what they would have done if those guys would have been really cool! Maybe there was a time like that and mom never shared.
********I would give anything to have my mother still around to tell me that story for another umpteenth time!*****************
After my dad died in the early 1950's, on occasion friends would invite mom out to go to a movie, maybe dinner or a to a dance. She did love to dance. On this one occasion, she and Phyllis went to Des Moines for a night out. While having dinner this particular evening, a couple of guys came over to their table and introduced themselves. Mom and Phyllis must have had a game plan figured out if this situation arose.
The girls agreed to meet these "gentleman" at another place known to the ladies. Guess what! They, the girls, never showed up. Then mom would just laugh about that. I would always wonder what they would have done if those guys would have been really cool! Maybe there was a time like that and mom never shared.
********I would give anything to have my mother still around to tell me that story for another umpteenth time!*****************
AHEAD OF HER TIME-CHRISTMAS SHOPPING
With the season upon us and the most asked question heard in most circles; " Do you have your Christmas shopping done yet?" Of course, when someone replies that they were all done before Thanksgiving that tends to quiet the room!
My grandmother Laverty was way ahead of her time in some ways. She made it known that a lot of her Christmas shopping was done as early as July or August with the town side-walk sales. Bargains galore then! Even though my grand-parents were not poor, Annie had quite a few grand-kids to buy for and being a little frugal was the name of the game.
And, back in the 1950's when I was a kid, there were no Black Fridays, Cyber Mondays, apps to compare prices, and, there were NO sales until after Christmas. I wonder if my Grandma ever got into a shoving match over a pair of marked down wool mittens on a hot August summer afternoon?
My grandmother Laverty was way ahead of her time in some ways. She made it known that a lot of her Christmas shopping was done as early as July or August with the town side-walk sales. Bargains galore then! Even though my grand-parents were not poor, Annie had quite a few grand-kids to buy for and being a little frugal was the name of the game.
And, back in the 1950's when I was a kid, there were no Black Fridays, Cyber Mondays, apps to compare prices, and, there were NO sales until after Christmas. I wonder if my Grandma ever got into a shoving match over a pair of marked down wool mittens on a hot August summer afternoon?
IT'S MERRY CHRISTMAS!
A young fellow was in the Burg Grocery this past week and said "Happy Holiday" to the clerk at the register. Of course I'm old school and believe we should say "Merry Christmas" as this has been the tradition and Christmas is what we are celebrating this time of year, at least in this small community and for most Americans.
Another way of putting it is like saying "Have a good one." This way you don't have to think about what time of day it is. This way it takes no effort or thought to figure out quickly whether you should say-good morning, have a good evening or week-end.
The next question is do you say "Happy Holiday" just before New Years or do actually say "Happy New Years?" Politically correct or dumbing down! Ba! Humbug!
Another way of putting it is like saying "Have a good one." This way you don't have to think about what time of day it is. This way it takes no effort or thought to figure out quickly whether you should say-good morning, have a good evening or week-end.
The next question is do you say "Happy Holiday" just before New Years or do actually say "Happy New Years?" Politically correct or dumbing down! Ba! Humbug!
GOT A MATCH?
At the Burg Grocery the other day, a guy was coming in the door with both hands full of returnable pop cans. Just to be funny, (I can't help it) I asked him if he " Had a match?" That remark is old and worn out, but, I couldn't help myself. His reply in a dead-pan manner was "Not since superman died!" It was really funny in that he got me on an old gag and just kept right on walking and didn't really crack a smile.
Tuesday, December 9, 2014
WHERE WAS THE TRAIN GOING?
After school today, I treated our grand-daughter, Jenna in third grade, to an ice-cream at the local pizza hang-out. While enjoying our favorite Blue Bunny delight, she told me all about her math test taken today. She did well, receiving a grade in the 90 plus % bracket. One question she did not do well on was a story problem type question. Those always gave me fits.
I always remember the one that went something like---"If one train was traveling east at 40 mph, another train was going west at 60 mph, and the wind was blowing from the north at 35 mph, then what was the conductor's name"? Never could get those!!
I always remember the one that went something like---"If one train was traveling east at 40 mph, another train was going west at 60 mph, and the wind was blowing from the north at 35 mph, then what was the conductor's name"? Never could get those!!
VAL AIR BALLROOM & THE BIG BOPPER!
When I could finally drive, one of my long distance destinations was the Val Air ballroom in West Des Moines, Iowa. It was a long haul from Laurel, sometimes to Marshalltown first to pick up a date and then down the diagonal(#330) to the Capital City.
The first time or two, it was a little complex as the interstate hadn't been built yet. So one had to drive all the way to Hubbell Ave, and angle to University Ave. and then drive literally the distance across Des Moines just to get to the West Des Moines city limits. I always remember getting to 73rd street and turning left or south at that light. You knew that was where you turned because beyond that it was just plain dark. In that area was a little of everything. Clive, Windsor Heights, Des Moines, and WDM.
There was a time I remember seeing them working on I-235 that cuts though Des Moines. There were all brick houses in the way and they had to move them out first. You kept driving until you got to Ashworth and made another left and bingo you were there. 301 Ashworth Road.
The Val Air was where it was happening in central Iowa in music. I saw groups like Joey Dee & The Star-lighters to The Big Bopper (Hello Baby!) It was fantastic and magical. To be able to walk up and stand within a few feet of your favorite R & R singer or group. I remember watching Joey Dee throw his sports jacket into the crowd and the girls tore it to shreds. And, getting to see the Big Bopper on his own before that fateful airplane crash with Buddy Holly.
When the show was over, you got on Grand Avenue and followed it to downtown Des Moines and ate at Babe's Restaurant! For us out-of-towners, that was the only place you knew to eat. The tricky part was, after eating, finding your way back to #330 and back to good old Laurel. ***One time I missed a turn somewhere and ended up in Praire City!!
The first time or two, it was a little complex as the interstate hadn't been built yet. So one had to drive all the way to Hubbell Ave, and angle to University Ave. and then drive literally the distance across Des Moines just to get to the West Des Moines city limits. I always remember getting to 73rd street and turning left or south at that light. You knew that was where you turned because beyond that it was just plain dark. In that area was a little of everything. Clive, Windsor Heights, Des Moines, and WDM.
There was a time I remember seeing them working on I-235 that cuts though Des Moines. There were all brick houses in the way and they had to move them out first. You kept driving until you got to Ashworth and made another left and bingo you were there. 301 Ashworth Road.
The Val Air was where it was happening in central Iowa in music. I saw groups like Joey Dee & The Star-lighters to The Big Bopper (Hello Baby!) It was fantastic and magical. To be able to walk up and stand within a few feet of your favorite R & R singer or group. I remember watching Joey Dee throw his sports jacket into the crowd and the girls tore it to shreds. And, getting to see the Big Bopper on his own before that fateful airplane crash with Buddy Holly.
When the show was over, you got on Grand Avenue and followed it to downtown Des Moines and ate at Babe's Restaurant! For us out-of-towners, that was the only place you knew to eat. The tricky part was, after eating, finding your way back to #330 and back to good old Laurel. ***One time I missed a turn somewhere and ended up in Praire City!!
Sunday, December 7, 2014
BABE'S & THE BUSINESSMAN!
Do any of you remember Babe'd Restaurant in downtown Des Moines? At one time, when you came to the Capital city, that was THE place to go eat. Most out-of-towners didn't know where else to go. During the state basketball championships, it was a regular freeway of people between Vet's Auditorium and Babe's.
This story is not headed where you might think, though. Babe had one employee that pretty much did nothing but clean tables and on occasion escorted patrons to their table. He was a big Lebanese guy named Fred E. He always wore a suit and tie. Always.
It was known that Fred put junkets together from Des Moines and possibly other places to Las Vegas for high roller gamblers. You know, if you gave the casino's enough action, you would receive free air fare out and back plus free lodging. Such a deal! That was one of Fred's occupations, if you will.
One day in the Des Moines Register was an article about a raid on a big time illegal poker game in West Des Moines. Several prominent names and faces were posted. One that I never will forget was good old Fred E. And, underneath his kisser was his name and he was listed simply as "businessman." I guess that's the best you can come up with when you clean off tables, set up junkets, and allegedly was the mob's key guy in Des Moines for lots of illegal activity like the numbers and who knows what all!
This story is not headed where you might think, though. Babe had one employee that pretty much did nothing but clean tables and on occasion escorted patrons to their table. He was a big Lebanese guy named Fred E. He always wore a suit and tie. Always.
It was known that Fred put junkets together from Des Moines and possibly other places to Las Vegas for high roller gamblers. You know, if you gave the casino's enough action, you would receive free air fare out and back plus free lodging. Such a deal! That was one of Fred's occupations, if you will.
One day in the Des Moines Register was an article about a raid on a big time illegal poker game in West Des Moines. Several prominent names and faces were posted. One that I never will forget was good old Fred E. And, underneath his kisser was his name and he was listed simply as "businessman." I guess that's the best you can come up with when you clean off tables, set up junkets, and allegedly was the mob's key guy in Des Moines for lots of illegal activity like the numbers and who knows what all!
UP BROADWAY IN 58' CHEVY RAGTOP
While visiting our friends in the NYC area back in the late 1960's, we decided to tour Manhattan on a Sunday afternoon when there was very little traffic. What was going to be really cool was that our host owned this 1958 all black Chevy Impala convertible.
With the top down, we started at the very lower tip of Manhattan and proceeded to drive all the way north and over to the the George Washington Bridge to then make it back to their home in New Jersey. To make things a little more exciting, our host missed a turn getting over to the Bridge and we ended up in Harlem a predominantly African-American area. In a convertible already. I am here to tell the story aren't I.
Speaking of that '58 Chevy, one evening while night-clubbing in the Big Apple, our host remembered that the lot where we parked the car was closing at midnight. It was close to 12:30 a.m. We ran to the lot and found a note left by the attendant that said he had left the keys under the floor mat. Basically, anyone walking by could have read the note taped to the little hut on the lot and drove off with the car. A miracle it wasn't stolen!
With the top down, we started at the very lower tip of Manhattan and proceeded to drive all the way north and over to the the George Washington Bridge to then make it back to their home in New Jersey. To make things a little more exciting, our host missed a turn getting over to the Bridge and we ended up in Harlem a predominantly African-American area. In a convertible already. I am here to tell the story aren't I.
Speaking of that '58 Chevy, one evening while night-clubbing in the Big Apple, our host remembered that the lot where we parked the car was closing at midnight. It was close to 12:30 a.m. We ran to the lot and found a note left by the attendant that said he had left the keys under the floor mat. Basically, anyone walking by could have read the note taped to the little hut on the lot and drove off with the car. A miracle it wasn't stolen!
WE ALL NEED TO KEEP MOVING!
Years ago, on one of my periodic check-ups, my doctor reminded me to as he put it "keep moving." He was always reminding me that that so many of the farmers in the area had passed away shortly after they retired by simply becoming inactive. Sitting in that big old lazy chair and watching T.V.
At this point I have failed the weight challenge because food, I tell myself, is one of my last enjoyments. Too much enjoyment. It's easy to rationalize, because I convince myself that since I don't smoke, drink, do drugs, or chase women anymore (much) it's ok to eat.
One thing I do though each day,religiously,is power walk at least 25-30 minutes. Some mornings I really do not want to do it as a joint or two has an ache or the last leg of my walk includes an uphill grade. But, every morning I tell myself that if I don't walk up that last grade that then the next time there will be something else I won't want to do. Maybe it will be too cold or too warm and I should cut my walk short. No you don't!
I used to tell my mother when she started to shuffle a bit, that she needed to think like a majorette in a band and pick up those feet and march. Or, think like a contestant in a beauty pageant and move those feet one in front of the other and with your shoulders back.
Sometimes when out in the public, I attempt to walk the best I can without showing any pain. Especially when traveling a bit, it is becoming almost impossible to simply jump out of the car and start walking normal. Damn!
At this point I have failed the weight challenge because food, I tell myself, is one of my last enjoyments. Too much enjoyment. It's easy to rationalize, because I convince myself that since I don't smoke, drink, do drugs, or chase women anymore (much) it's ok to eat.
One thing I do though each day,religiously,is power walk at least 25-30 minutes. Some mornings I really do not want to do it as a joint or two has an ache or the last leg of my walk includes an uphill grade. But, every morning I tell myself that if I don't walk up that last grade that then the next time there will be something else I won't want to do. Maybe it will be too cold or too warm and I should cut my walk short. No you don't!
I used to tell my mother when she started to shuffle a bit, that she needed to think like a majorette in a band and pick up those feet and march. Or, think like a contestant in a beauty pageant and move those feet one in front of the other and with your shoulders back.
Sometimes when out in the public, I attempt to walk the best I can without showing any pain. Especially when traveling a bit, it is becoming almost impossible to simply jump out of the car and start walking normal. Damn!
Saturday, December 6, 2014
WOULD YOU LIKE OLD LAVERTY PICTORIAL SERIES?
A lady here in Williamsburg is assisting me with setting up a pictorial book of just old Laverty family photographs. Some going back as early as the 1910's. I have been doing the photos in groupings. ie: Family photos with my great-grandfather and family members , a series with my dad, John Laverty, brothers Thomas and Paul when they were very young and some with grandfather- Thomas A. Laverty and wife Annie.
If there is any interest in receiving these photos by E Mail please let me know via my E Mail at dennismlaverty@gmail.com. At least, I can send you the first collection of pictures of around 30 photos and you can determine if you want more. Thank You, Dennis Laverty
If there is any interest in receiving these photos by E Mail please let me know via my E Mail at dennismlaverty@gmail.com. At least, I can send you the first collection of pictures of around 30 photos and you can determine if you want more. Thank You, Dennis Laverty
EAT A LOX? WHAT'S A LOX?
Same trip. Same time. Different new food story. Back in NYC and we were going over for an evening to visit friends of our hosts. They also lived in northern New Jersey, somewhere I never recalled. They were a really nice young Jewish couple and he was some type of producer for Columbia Records.
I'm sure they had to give some type of thought as to what to have for a meal for these IOWA people. Even being Jewish, I am not sure this would have been my choice. But! The meal was Lox and Bagels. You heard me right. Lox is basically cold smoked salmon on a bagel with a slice of tomato, cream cheese, and a slice of red onion. I couldn't believe it. I actually liked it.
To this day, I have only had this sandwich once or twice and I have made it at home. Can't say it's on my top 20 list of favorite entrees, but, the moral of the story is I tried it and to my surprise liked it.
I'm sure they had to give some type of thought as to what to have for a meal for these IOWA people. Even being Jewish, I am not sure this would have been my choice. But! The meal was Lox and Bagels. You heard me right. Lox is basically cold smoked salmon on a bagel with a slice of tomato, cream cheese, and a slice of red onion. I couldn't believe it. I actually liked it.
To this day, I have only had this sandwich once or twice and I have made it at home. Can't say it's on my top 20 list of favorite entrees, but, the moral of the story is I tried it and to my surprise liked it.
BIG APPLE-HE DID IT HIS WAY!
It's hard to believe how many new food discoveries that were brought my way on just one trip to NYC. This particular one was by pure accident. Again, the late 1960's and on this particular day the Statute of Liberty had just been toured and it was the noon hour and time for a bite to eat.
We were in the lower Manhattan/Wall Street area and I spotted one of those hot-dog vendors and that really sounded good. I always wanted to get a hot-dog from one of those guys after seeing them so many times in movies.
Since I was the only one wanting one, I motioned to the guy with a raised hand and pointed index finger that just one was needed. As he handed it to me, I realized that it included a layer of sauerkraut. Also, up to that point I had not had a Rubin which includes kraut.
I was in a real quandary.Everybody knows these New Yorker's aren't real friendly and I didn't want him getting angry with me for not knowing how to order a simple hot- dog. So, I just proceeded to eat it with kraut and all. Wow! I liked it. Surprise! Surprise!
To this day, I love a hot-dog with sauerkraut on it including mustard and onion. And, to cut the tartness a little a shot of sugar on top. Once in a while, I will eat a brat with kraut like most normal people, but, not real often. That's another story!
Speaking of big cities, my real favorite is a Chicago style hot-dog. Is this a great country or what!
We were in the lower Manhattan/Wall Street area and I spotted one of those hot-dog vendors and that really sounded good. I always wanted to get a hot-dog from one of those guys after seeing them so many times in movies.
Since I was the only one wanting one, I motioned to the guy with a raised hand and pointed index finger that just one was needed. As he handed it to me, I realized that it included a layer of sauerkraut. Also, up to that point I had not had a Rubin which includes kraut.
I was in a real quandary.Everybody knows these New Yorker's aren't real friendly and I didn't want him getting angry with me for not knowing how to order a simple hot- dog. So, I just proceeded to eat it with kraut and all. Wow! I liked it. Surprise! Surprise!
To this day, I love a hot-dog with sauerkraut on it including mustard and onion. And, to cut the tartness a little a shot of sugar on top. Once in a while, I will eat a brat with kraut like most normal people, but, not real often. That's another story!
Speaking of big cities, my real favorite is a Chicago style hot-dog. Is this a great country or what!
Friday, December 5, 2014
BRANDON'S JOKE OF THE WEEK!
A young man asked an old rich man how he made his money. The old guy fingered his expensive wool vest and said, "Well, son, it was 1932- the depth of the Depression. I was down to my last nickel. I invested that nickel in an apple. I spent the entire day polishing the apple, and at the end of the day, I sold the apple for ten cents."
"The next morning, I invested those ten cents in two apples. I spent the entire day polishing them and sold them at 5 pm for 20 cents. I continued this system for a month, by the end of which I'd accumulated a fortune of $9.80."
"Then my wife's father died and left us two million dollars."
"The next morning, I invested those ten cents in two apples. I spent the entire day polishing them and sold them at 5 pm for 20 cents. I continued this system for a month, by the end of which I'd accumulated a fortune of $9.80."
"Then my wife's father died and left us two million dollars."
A RUBIN AT RUBIN'S
While visiting friends in the NYC area back in the late 1960's, new food discoveries were very evident. Coming from a farm background with primarily meat and potatoes, lots of new eating challenges awaited.
One of them was when we went to the then famous Rubin's for lunch one day. It evidently was where the Rubin sandwich originated. A sandwich with pretty much everything in it that was new to me was awaiting. Corn beef, dark bread, and sauerkraut, were new to me. But, I loved it.
My beverage was a Coke in the original small 8 oz. bottle. Remember those? I also agreed to buy lunch as a good will gesture, as we were staying in our hosts home. The tab for the four of us was around $25.00. I choked a little because in the 60's that was a little heavy for lunch. Oh well! I also bought a pack of cigarettes while there in a vending machine. It was a $1.00. Wow! Oh well! After all, this was the big city.
One of them was when we went to the then famous Rubin's for lunch one day. It evidently was where the Rubin sandwich originated. A sandwich with pretty much everything in it that was new to me was awaiting. Corn beef, dark bread, and sauerkraut, were new to me. But, I loved it.
My beverage was a Coke in the original small 8 oz. bottle. Remember those? I also agreed to buy lunch as a good will gesture, as we were staying in our hosts home. The tab for the four of us was around $25.00. I choked a little because in the 60's that was a little heavy for lunch. Oh well! I also bought a pack of cigarettes while there in a vending machine. It was a $1.00. Wow! Oh well! After all, this was the big city.
Thursday, December 4, 2014
ONE MORE MOB STORY!
If you have watched the Soprano's, a series done on cable a few years ago, you will appreciate this. It was about a mob family, the Soprano's, and the setting was northern New Jersey.
Well, on the same day as visiting Palisades Park back in the 1960's, we also drove around and checked out some of the real fancy homes in the Bergen County area of New Jersey. We drove by this huge brick two plus story Tudor home enclosed with a metal gated fence.
And, just like the movie, "The Godfather," was standing this big guy in a suit and tie just doing nothing but standing there by the mail-box! Again, the owner of the home was just allegedly a mobster. I thought it was really cool at the time. I've always enjoyed books, movies and TV shows about gangsters. Made my day! I always wondered if the guy standing there had ever "whacked" anyone!
THE MOB & PALISADES PARK!
Again it was the late 1960's and another fun experience and encounter in the Big Apple. This particular day, we went to, the famous Palisades Amusement Park. The park was situated right on the Hudson River in New Jersey looking across to Manhattan. I believe it was named as such because it over-looked a cliff and thus palisades the definition of cliff. Where do you think the song "Palisades Park" by Freddie "Boom Boom," Cannon came from.
It was a Sunday afternoon and we were just walking around in the Park and there they were!
We were witnessing a guy with a big black bag collecting money from the various rides and amusement games. In addition, he had two goons ahead of him and two following. Plus, in front of of the two guys in front was a another guy with a shot-gun and the same for the follow-up in the rear. Yup! Another guy with a shot gun. You're way ahead of me here, and, yes the Park was allegedly controlled by the Mob. A lot of mussel for a lot of coin!
It was a Sunday afternoon and we were just walking around in the Park and there they were!
We were witnessing a guy with a big black bag collecting money from the various rides and amusement games. In addition, he had two goons ahead of him and two following. Plus, in front of of the two guys in front was a another guy with a shot-gun and the same for the follow-up in the rear. Yup! Another guy with a shot gun. You're way ahead of me here, and, yes the Park was allegedly controlled by the Mob. A lot of mussel for a lot of coin!
DENNIS DOES FAUX PAS @ FANCY NYC HOTEL
In the same year, while visiting friends in the NYC area, I had another fun encounter that same day as the subway incident. When my first wife and I arrived uptown by subway, we decided to have coffee and a pastry at the famous Plaza Hotel on the edge of Central Park.
One thing you have to be careful is clarifying what you want in terms of a pastry. If you are not clear on ordering you normally will end up with a bagel. At least that was our experience. But, after we received our order, One of our utensils was not clean and instead of bothering the waiter, I walked over to an area where they kept such things and helped myself. Wrong!
I am not sure where he came from, but, he came over to our table after witnessing me grabbing a utensil. He proceeded to give me a lecture on what I had just done, and, how it had reflected on his abilities as a waiter. WELL EXCUSE ME! I was never sure what lesson I learned there.
One thing you have to be careful is clarifying what you want in terms of a pastry. If you are not clear on ordering you normally will end up with a bagel. At least that was our experience. But, after we received our order, One of our utensils was not clean and instead of bothering the waiter, I walked over to an area where they kept such things and helped myself. Wrong!
I am not sure where he came from, but, he came over to our table after witnessing me grabbing a utensil. He proceeded to give me a lecture on what I had just done, and, how it had reflected on his abilities as a waiter. WELL EXCUSE ME! I was never sure what lesson I learned there.
Tuesday, December 2, 2014
1962 TOP 25 SONGS-- BILLBOARD CHARTS
- Roses are Red, Bobby Vinton
- I Can't Stop Loving You, Ray Charles
- Let's Twist Again, Chubby Checker
- Stranger on the Shore, Mr. Acker Bilk
- The Stripper, David Rose
- Johnny Angel, Shelley Fabares
- The Loco-Motion, Little Eva
- Breaking Up Is Hard To Do, Neil Sedaka
- Mashed Potato Time, Dee Dee Sharp
- Soldier Boy, Shirelles
- Hey! Baby!, Bruce Channel
- The Wanderer, Dion
- Duke of Earl, Gene Chandler
- Good Luck Charm, Elvis Presley
- Let Me In, Sensations
- Wolverton Mountain, Claude King
- Slow Twistin, Chubby Checker
- It Keeps Right On A- Hurtin', Johnny Tillotson
- The One Who Really Loves You, Mary Wells
- Palisades Park, Freddy Cannon
- Midnight In Moscow, Kenny Ball
- Sheila, Tommy Roe
- Twistin' The NightAway, Sam Cooke
- The Wah Watusi, Orlons
- Peppermint Twist, Joey Dee and the Starlighters
*******There were four songs about the Twist
A SHOPPING SPREE-SOUNDED GOOD ON PAPER!
A few years ago, when my grand-daughters were all pre-teengers, I was fortunate enough to have all three staying the week-end at my home in Marshalltown. It was Ciera, Cora, Paige, and just Grandpa D.
Besides all the normal and usual activities that usually went on for the week-end like renting movies, eating out at maybe Zeno's Pizza, Grandpa fixing a big breakfast and various card games, I included another "brain child" that should have remained in my pea sized brain.
I decided that it would be a great idea to take them out to the Marshalltown Mall and let them shop, "till they dropped," at Claire's. You know the place! All kinds of inexpensive girl stuff. I thought they would have a blast picking out bracelets, combs, and who knows what at Grandpa's expense! All I had to do was give them each $10.00 and let them go to it. Wrong!
Who was I kidding. I thought I could just sit outside the store and wait for my three little cuties to come out and show me their sacks of goodies! First of all, it is hard if not impossible to put three kids together, or adults for that matter, without two ganging up on one. Next, one of them picks out something the other two wants, something is over budget and they try negotiating with one another over the difference in price and around and around it went.
You wonder why our congressmen can't work things out. I was getting extremely stressed by the SECOND. I'm sure if there would have been a Grandma around this would have been a piece of cake somehow! Never again! If I must and the opportunity arises, maybe I'll take just one shopping. Maybe!
Besides all the normal and usual activities that usually went on for the week-end like renting movies, eating out at maybe Zeno's Pizza, Grandpa fixing a big breakfast and various card games, I included another "brain child" that should have remained in my pea sized brain.
I decided that it would be a great idea to take them out to the Marshalltown Mall and let them shop, "till they dropped," at Claire's. You know the place! All kinds of inexpensive girl stuff. I thought they would have a blast picking out bracelets, combs, and who knows what at Grandpa's expense! All I had to do was give them each $10.00 and let them go to it. Wrong!
Who was I kidding. I thought I could just sit outside the store and wait for my three little cuties to come out and show me their sacks of goodies! First of all, it is hard if not impossible to put three kids together, or adults for that matter, without two ganging up on one. Next, one of them picks out something the other two wants, something is over budget and they try negotiating with one another over the difference in price and around and around it went.
You wonder why our congressmen can't work things out. I was getting extremely stressed by the SECOND. I'm sure if there would have been a Grandma around this would have been a piece of cake somehow! Never again! If I must and the opportunity arises, maybe I'll take just one shopping. Maybe!
STAY TUNED FOR AWARD WINNING STYLE CHRISTMAS STORIES!
During the week before Christmas, I will be posting two of my favorite family related Christmas stories.One was written by my sister, Deborah, in 1978 while writing for the Sun-Journal in the Chicago area. It is titled "A Long-Ago Christmas Eve Brings Lasting Memory." This story will absolutely bring a tug to your heart and may require a hankie. The other story was written by my cousin, Nancy Smith Cockerham, and is an account of memories coming down to our home at Christmas time. It is entitled "Fond Memories of Christmas Long Ago." Hopefully, these written treasures will stir your own fond memories during this holiday season.
FEAR ON THE SUBWAY!
The other night I saw a show on T.V. that had a segment about a gang terrorizing passengers on a subway in New York City. Of course it reminded me of a very stressful experience involving a subway.
It was the late 1960's and my wife, Sandi, at the time were visiting friends who lived just across from New York City in Bergen County, New Jersey. One morning, we ventured out on our own to sight-see as our friends were working.
It was mid morning and we were headed uptown to check out museums and do a little shopping. Around 42nd and Broadway, we proceeded to get on a subway. Being our first time, we were both a little afraid as it was somewhat deserted that time of day. I first got on first and Sandi followed as we were holding hands. Just as I got on the door closed on our hands.
I was in the subway looking out at her and there was nothing I could do as once the doors closed they did not re-open. I shouted and motioned to her to get off at the next stop.At the next stop, I got off and waited and waited. Here came the next train. No Sandi! Another one came right after that and she was on it with just one other male rider.
The only thing we could determine was another train had came in ahead of hers from Queens or somewhere. Needless to say the rest of the day we never ever let go of each others hands!
It was the late 1960's and my wife, Sandi, at the time were visiting friends who lived just across from New York City in Bergen County, New Jersey. One morning, we ventured out on our own to sight-see as our friends were working.
It was mid morning and we were headed uptown to check out museums and do a little shopping. Around 42nd and Broadway, we proceeded to get on a subway. Being our first time, we were both a little afraid as it was somewhat deserted that time of day. I first got on first and Sandi followed as we were holding hands. Just as I got on the door closed on our hands.
I was in the subway looking out at her and there was nothing I could do as once the doors closed they did not re-open. I shouted and motioned to her to get off at the next stop.At the next stop, I got off and waited and waited. Here came the next train. No Sandi! Another one came right after that and she was on it with just one other male rider.
The only thing we could determine was another train had came in ahead of hers from Queens or somewhere. Needless to say the rest of the day we never ever let go of each others hands!
A BACHELOR WAY TO CHRISTMAS SHOP!
The last time I really enjoyed Christmas shopping was back in the late 1970's. I will first say that it was until then, a time when there were really no sales prior to Christmas, no Black Friday or Cyber Monday. No apps to compare other stores pricing.
A good friend and I, Bob Merritt, one evening just a week or so before Christmas headed out together with just a pocket full of cash. Didn't even use a credit card. We arrived at Younker's downtown store in Des Moines during a week night after the dinner hour.
We were greeted by a couple of lovely young ladies, Santa's Helper's, and it was their job to assist us with our shopping. They just followed us around gathering up items that we had picked out and also helped by making suggestions.
When we were done, we went to a central area to pay for our items and the night was complete. The next evening, we pulled up in front of the west doors and someone came out to load our car with the gifts all wrapped and with name tags. It was the perfect way for a guy to shop! Maybe Walmart's should consider a "guys night" for Christmas shopping!
A good friend and I, Bob Merritt, one evening just a week or so before Christmas headed out together with just a pocket full of cash. Didn't even use a credit card. We arrived at Younker's downtown store in Des Moines during a week night after the dinner hour.
We were greeted by a couple of lovely young ladies, Santa's Helper's, and it was their job to assist us with our shopping. They just followed us around gathering up items that we had picked out and also helped by making suggestions.
When we were done, we went to a central area to pay for our items and the night was complete. The next evening, we pulled up in front of the west doors and someone came out to load our car with the gifts all wrapped and with name tags. It was the perfect way for a guy to shop! Maybe Walmart's should consider a "guys night" for Christmas shopping!
FROZEN PRE-SLICED PIZZA? NO WAY!
A lady, this past week, was checking out a huge Di Giorno's frozen pizza at the Burg Grocery. It was sliced into strips with a small container enclosed for dipping. I mentioned, jokingly, that it is getting a little sad when we can't slice our own pizza. But, we have been headed down hill ever since the drive-up at restaurants was conceived.
She giggled and then in the next breath mentioned that it was pretty pathetic when her liquor portion of her groceries exceeded the actual food portion. At least, I pointed out, if she got too carried away with the alcohol, she wouldn't have to worry about cutting the pizza and possibly getting injured.
As she was leaving, she thanked me for giving her a chuckle and I in return thanked her for giving me some good material for my Blog!!
She giggled and then in the next breath mentioned that it was pretty pathetic when her liquor portion of her groceries exceeded the actual food portion. At least, I pointed out, if she got too carried away with the alcohol, she wouldn't have to worry about cutting the pizza and possibly getting injured.
As she was leaving, she thanked me for giving her a chuckle and I in return thanked her for giving me some good material for my Blog!!
Monday, December 1, 2014
HEY KIDS! DO YOU LIKE HOT COCOA?
What perfect weather for a cup of hot cocoa on a cold winter evening, especially after just decorating the Christmas tree! With or without marshmallows.
For me, this is another one of those things where you take the time and do it right. Let me explain. For a long time we would go back and forth about what to buy to make hot cocoa. Nestle's Quick was used a lot along with other quick buys.
Then one day last week, the light bulb came on late, like it does most often, and I bought Hershey's Cocoa.(100% cocao) I followed the directions to a T, mixing the right amount of sugar, with a few drops of vanilla, and making sure when the milk was finally added, not to let it boil.
I was not disappointed . It was as if I was ten years old again. Sitting in our kitchen with my mother serving just for me that cup of yummy hot cocoa after she had just finished stirring it up on the stove. Some things, you just can't cut corners and, for me, this is one of them. P.S. Same goes for cook & serve chocolate pudding vs. instant. You won't be sorry!
For me, this is another one of those things where you take the time and do it right. Let me explain. For a long time we would go back and forth about what to buy to make hot cocoa. Nestle's Quick was used a lot along with other quick buys.
Then one day last week, the light bulb came on late, like it does most often, and I bought Hershey's Cocoa.(100% cocao) I followed the directions to a T, mixing the right amount of sugar, with a few drops of vanilla, and making sure when the milk was finally added, not to let it boil.
I was not disappointed . It was as if I was ten years old again. Sitting in our kitchen with my mother serving just for me that cup of yummy hot cocoa after she had just finished stirring it up on the stove. Some things, you just can't cut corners and, for me, this is one of them. P.S. Same goes for cook & serve chocolate pudding vs. instant. You won't be sorry!
JOHN & MAY LAVERTY MARRIED DEC. 1, 1932
From the Times Republican Marshalltown, Iowa
Married-Laverty-Smith
Miss May Smith and John Laverty, both of Laurel, surprised their friends with the announcement of their marriage, Dec 1 (1932), at Rock Island, Ill. The ceremony was performed in the parsonage of the Methodist Church at Rock Island, by the pastor, Rev. Ernest J. Campbell, the single ring service being used.
Mrs. Laverty is the youngest daughter of Mr. and Mrs. Henry H. Smith, of Laurel. She was graduated from the Laurel high school with the class of 1931. Mr. Laverty is a son of Mr. and Mrs.(Annie) Thomas (A) Laverty, of Laurel and graduated from the Laurel school in 1929. He has been engaged in farming.
Mr. and Mrs. Laverty come from two of the best families of the Laurel community, and they are most likable and worthy young people who have grown up here and by their exemplary lives have gained a high place in the esteem of the wide circle of friends who have known them all their lives.
They will establish their home on a farm near Laurel.
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